Those time travelers that year

The number of knights had expanded to a full two hundred, forming a square formation that surrounded the girl and the two girls in the center. Then, they unleashed a frenzied barrage of greatswords and daggers, tearing all the heroic warriors and giants that approached them to shreds.

Any one of these knights could easily defeat both of them.

What on earth is this guy?!

Facing the berserker warriors, these triangular-helmeted knights charged straight at them with their greatswords. If they couldn't withstand the blow, they would be cleaved in two; if they caught the greatsword, the subsequent dagger would surely decapitate the warrior. Against giants, these knights were even more agile, first severing the giant's legs, and then, as the giant fell, casually beheading it.

Silence, precision, agility, speed, lethality, madness...

This is the feeling these knights gave Liliana and Erica: no battle cries like the heroic berserkers, no imposing presence like the giants. Just pure, unadulterated slaughter. Compared to them, even the heroic warriors and giants were incredibly fragile.

They swept through like a storm of iron-gray, leaving behind only the severed limbs of the enemy.

"Who exactly are you?!" Watching the triangular-helmeted knight effortlessly weave in and out of the ranks of heroic warriors and giants, Erica finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked the boy who kept walking forward, "And where are we going?"

"First question, my name is Ciel!" The boy continued walking forward without turning his head, answering casually, "Second question, I need to get something, because it would be very awkward if I didn't..."

"Who are you going to get what from?!" Liliana asked.

“You don’t need to worry about that. It doesn’t matter whether you know it or not,” Charles replied. “...You don’t have to come with me either, since I’m not responsible for your personal safety.”

"What a stingy man!" Erica exclaimed. "He's not a gentleman at all!"

"Whether you're a gentleman or not is none of my business!" Charles strolled across the battlefield, his knights charging around him, tearing any approaching heroic warriors and giants to shreds. "I've said it before, I'm not responsible for your safety... You're not related to me, so I don't care if you die."

These words ignited Erica's anger, and even Liliana's face showed a displeased expression. These two were considered geniuses in the European magic world, possessing both beauty and talent. Many nobles and scions of prominent European families had pursued them in their social circles, but they had all rejected them outright.

However, considering that Ciel's looks far surpassed those of the two girls, Liliana and Erica felt a sense of discouragement. Not to mention his strength, this knight who could casually summon over two hundred heroes and giants that could crush any heroic spirit or giant was someone no magic society in any country would dare to challenge. Based on the strength Ciel had displayed so far, he could basically dominate the entire world.

Both Erica and Liliana knew that if they left Ciel, they would be easily cut to pieces by the crazed heroic warriors and giants. Their only option, to avoid death, was to stay with Ciel through thick and thin.

As they advanced, the number of heroic warriors fighting the knights gradually dwindled until only a few remained. Instead, they faced an increasing number of giants, which gave Erica and Liliana a bad feeling.

"Still a bit slow!" Seeing the slowing pace and the increasing number of giants, Charles paused. "These grunts are really annoying. Alright! It's your turn. Clean them up!" He snapped his fingers, and before the two girls, accompanied by golden lightning, a tall, burly warrior in full black armor, wielding an incredible giant sword, appeared beside Charles. Then, with a thunderous roar, the warrior charged forward, sweeping his massive sword, which was as big as a door panel, and instantly, more than a dozen giants in front of him were blasted to pieces.

455. Vision

Once upon a time, the Grand Knights were equivalent to the highest level in the human magic world. Apart from those demon kings who were truly beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, each Grand Knight was equivalent to the top individual combat power in the magic world of a country.

However, this belief had shattered in the hearts of Liliana and Erica. What did they see? In this mythical battlefield, Valkyries, Heroic Warriors, and Giants all possessed combat power equivalent to that of a Grand Knight—and not inflated figures, but the real deal. Of course, this was acceptable; after all, these were true armies from mythology, mortal enemies participating in Ragnarok. In mythological wars, without the level of a Grand Knight, one probably wouldn't even have the qualification to participate in the battle.

After all, one side consists of giants tasked with slaughtering the gods in the final battle, while the other side comprises the heroic spirits of the finest warriors gathered to defy fate.

But what did they see now? The great knights were being slaughtered like pigs and dogs. Previously, those two hundred knights had swept across the battlefield with a frenzied, unstoppable pace. This had already shocked Liliana and Erica beyond measure, but this newly appeared black-armored greatsword warrior? His sword sweep didn't display any particularly refined swordsmanship; it merely demonstrated the purest form of power.

Are giants so great? Are they strong? Do they have an advantage in size? None of that matters! This warrior, crackling with golden lightning, remained silent, wielding his massive, door-like sword with simple, sweeping strikes.

Faced with his slashes, even a mere touch or glancing blow would send the giants blasted apart. Their bodies were utterly pulverized by a force far greater and more terrifying than their own. A single sword strike slayed over ten giants; a sweeping attack tore through the air and shattered all obstacles.

With the giants now outnumbering each other, his killing efficiency is comparable to that of a knight with a triangular helmet, which is equivalent to a quarter of the size of a knight.

Anyway, by now, Liliana and Erica have realized one thing: their pride in their Grand Knight strength is actually nothing more than trash. The only difference is that they are either cannon fodder or the worst of the worst.

This is the cruel truth of this world...

"Lily!" Erica stared blankly at everything, then asked with a bewildered look, "I think we're actually quite weak, aren't we?!"

"Hmm!" Liliana replied with the same blank expression, "Very weak, probably cannon fodder!"

"Yes! Hehehe..."

"Hehehe..."

Two deeply traumatized children!

Of course, Ciel would absolutely not take responsibility for the two girls' shattered worldview. Or rather, if this weren't a clone, and if this world didn't seem to have so many interesting things, and if it weren't currently in the experimental stage, Ciel would have already guided his main body to let the whole world experience what 'reality' truly meant.

As an avatar, it probably wouldn't be able to cause any trouble here. After all, the mythological worlds overlapping in another dimension of this real world encompass all of humanity's myths, religions, and legends. If transit visas weren't so difficult to obtain, the deities born from concepts and beliefs in those mythological worlds would have already sprung up long ago.

One clone probably can't handle the horde of these guys descending.

In that case, let's just play by the rules of this world! Anyway, no matter how we play, Xia Er is already a Diamond VIP player.

However, the most important thing right now is to get himself some kind of identification. Unlike the gods who jumped into this world, Xia Er didn't cross the border on a visa; he came illegally. He can't use too much power, or he might be deported. If it weren't for that, although this clone's output is still far from that of the main body, it would be more than enough to crush the two gods who jumped in here and the armies they summoned.

Instead of having subordinates clear the way in order to maintain strength, as is the case now.

"We're almost there!" Watching his subordinates clear the way with overwhelming force, Charles turned his gaze forward. "...It's been a long time, Surt!" He chuckled softly, sensing the divine power aura ahead that was as hot as the sun. Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, then extended his mental power towards the canyon that had been carved out.

Humph! !! !!

Soon, a scorching and destructive consciousness clashed with the mental power extended from Sharl. The mental attacks from both sides directly affected the real world, causing a deafening roar to resound from nowhere.

"This!" Liliana tensed up. Her 'Spirit Vision' was activated again beyond her control, and she quickly understood why she had heard that booming sound. "You, you...you were challenging that one!"

Erica: "What happened?"

“He, he…” Liliana pointed at Charles, her arm trembling as she said, “He intends to challenge the God of Disobedience! He just issued a challenge to that descended God of Disobedience!!!”

"Are you insane!" Erica's expression changed instantly. "Even if you possess these powerful warriors, you can't possibly challenge a god!"

"Two ignorant country bumpkins!" Looking at the two girls who were urgently trying to stop him, Charles looked at them with the eyes of someone looking at country bumpkins. The invincibility of gods—perhaps before this, these two girls didn't believe in this. However, having experienced facing Odin and nearly dying, and witnessing the chaotic battlefield filled with the power of the great knights, their former pride had long been shattered.

"Who are you calling an ignorant country bumpkin?!" Erica stomped her foot and shouted in dissatisfaction when she heard Charles say that.

"You guys!"

"you!"

"Who told you I was going to fight by ganging up on people?!" Charles looked at the two girls sarcastically. "...And let me correct you, if it really comes down to killing, even in a gang fight, I could beat one, well, according to you, a disobedient god to death..."

"Besides, when did you come to the conclusion that I only have these subordinates as my subordinates?!"

Before Liliana and Erica could even speak, a chilling feeling washed over them.

Charles merely smiled as he watched them, but from the darkness and the twilight-colored firelight, even more gazes were transmitted—growths filled with terror. Liliana, whose 'Spiritual Vision' had been activated, directly perceived the origin of those gazes:

A massive ancient dragon covered in frost.

A black dragon adorned with crystals was born from the darkness.

A demon wielding a sword and whip burning with hellfire.

Wolves lurking in the shadows

Giants flowing with ashes and fire,

Shield warriors with full-body heavy armor

……

And countless, endless, fully armed knights named Lothric…

"Looks like this little girl with the same hair color as me understood it!" Charles smiled meaningfully.

At that moment, Liliana saw that behind Ciel's smile was an abyss of darkness... and the setting sun.

456. Old friends met again

"Liliana, you!?" Erica, seeing Liliana's strange state, immediately realized that she had activated her 'spiritual vision'. "...Are you alright!" Seeing Liliana swaying precariously, Erica quickly went to support the girl who looked like she was about to collapse at any moment.

"It's nothing!" Liliana shook her head hastily in response to Erica's question, then glanced at Charles, who was still smiling, with a slight sense of unease. She lowered her head without a word, her attitude becoming respectful. Erica wasn't stupid; seeing her unexpected rival show such an expression, she knew that Liliana must possess something extraordinary from her 'spiritual vision' just now, and she too quieted down.

“So, little girl, don’t put too much faith in superpowers like ‘psychic vision’.” Charles turned around and said as he walked away, “...If you want to hide, there are plenty of ways to avoid ‘psychic vision’. As far as I know, the more advanced methods are things like directly concealing your traces on the timeline.”

“Western prophecy, destiny calculation, or Eastern divination and astrology all have methods to block out ‘spiritual vision.’ Do you think those guys who come here can’t hide it? No, they’re just too lazy to bother.”

“This ability is useless to them, so they don’t bother to hide it… In fact, the more you rely on ‘spiritual vision,’ the more they will seize upon this process to directly control your mind and convert you into their believer.” As she said this, Liliana shuddered, sensing a sense of crisis that she might encounter this situation in the future.

“So, sometimes relying on these things is not as good as practicing more and trying to improve your strength…” Charles stopped in his tracks. “Only your own strength is true power… and only by having enough strength can you have the opportunity to talk to the strong on equal terms, don’t you think?!”

At this moment, Liliana and Erica were surprised to find that the battle around them had ended. No more giants were charging at them, or rather, no more giants were attacking their group; they had all circled around them. Similarly, with the giants no longer surrounding them, the black-armored warriors and the two hundred knights also stopped what they were doing and moved aside.

“According to the game's rules…” Erica paused, then said in an uneasy tone, “Shouldn't it be time to meet the final boss now!?”

“It’s not that it should be…” Liliana said bitterly, “It’s that it’s already here!!!”

Her words had barely faded when a series of booming sounds erupted. Flames and lava, accompanied by violent earthquakes, tore through the ground and spewed forth, even forming a new active volcano amidst the thunderous roar.

Regardless of how this incident concludes, the aftermath will undoubtedly cause headaches for magic societies throughout Europe, though Norwegian magic societies will likely face even greater challenges.

God won't go along with them...

Now, the disobedient god who brought disaster has finally revealed his true colors.

Giants, giants far larger than any other race of giants. If Odin, whom they had seen from afar before, was a god of death radiating divine light, then what now appeared before Liliana and Erica was a god of pure destruction, destroying for the sake of destruction, waging war for the sake of the apocalypse.

A giant tens of meters tall, with crimson skin as hard as rock, wielded a massive fire sword. He emerged from flames and lava, each breath carrying deadly fire, each movement causing continuous earthquakes.

Upon seeing the giant, Liliana and Erica unconsciously held their breath, their bodies trembling so badly they collapsed to the ground. Unlike when they had seen Odin from afar, this time, a god of disobedience had come before them. Only by truly seeing a god of disobedience would Liliana and Erica understand why those demon kings who slay gods were called miracles.

Without a miracle, how could humanity possibly defeat such a being?!

Now, the two girls have no doubt that the ruler of this desolate kingdom, which burned the entire world and was stained with the blood of the gods in the myth of Ragnarok, could kill the two young genius girls who had reached the pinnacle of humanity countless times with just a trivial action, even if it was just a word or a glance.

This is the power that a god should possess.

The thoughts of two ants were naturally of no concern to this giant. He only cared about one person: not the knights who had swiftly slaughtered his army, nor the black-armored greatsword warrior comparable to a steel hero. Rather, it was that boy with astonishing beauty, yet radiating endless malice.

The fire giant, who descended from the mythical world to this real world with the identity of a disobedient god, naturally knew upon seeing the boy that his arrival was related to him. Or rather, it was because of the boy that Surtr, the king of the desolate kingdom, was able to lead his giant army out of the mythical world.

It is the cause, the beginning, and the final result.

"It was you who brought me into this world..." Looking at Charles, the fire giant roared with laughter. A violent earthquake swept through the land, and streams of flame and lava erupted from the crumbling earth. "Hahahaha... This reminds me of the threads in the hands of the goddess of fate, the beginning of creation, and the twilight of doom. So, the cause that brought me from mythology to this world of Midgard! What do you desire?!"

"What do you think? As a cause, well, what was the purpose of pulling the disobedient god out of mythology?!"

"You want to be the Demon King!!!" the fire giant declared definitively. "Hahahaha, no, you are a 'demon' in another sense! So that's it, so that's it. I can sense that you and I are bound together by the threads of fate, destined for one of us to become the other's stepping stone. This is the reason for my descent..."

"So, you say you want to fight?" Charles chuckled, reaching out and gripping a twilight-colored flame that roared in his hand. Then, he drew a spiraling longsword from the flames and held it firmly. He looked at the fire giant, tens of meters tall, and said, "...Although the ending is that you are destined to die!"

These words caused Liliana and Erica, trapped in the terror of divine power, to look over. The fire giant before them was a god, even if only a descending, disobedient god, it was still a god. But what were they hearing now? Gods were destined to be defeated? Was this a joke? Even the demon lords who slew gods couldn't be certain of defeating every disobedient god.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be the notion that a Demon King's enemy is another Demon King, or a disobedient god. Basically, all Demon Kings who kill gods end up dying in battle.

However, they soon learned that the world was even more absurd and inexplicably insane than they had imagined, because the fire giant, the executor of the apocalypse in Norse mythology, actually admitted it.

"Of course, of course!!!" Amidst hearty laughter, the fire giant readily admitted what Charles had said, "The other end of the thread of fate is destined to be the end of me, this disobedient one, being slain by you... Hahahaha, this is the end, this is the end that belongs to me, the desolate kingdom, and the king of fire giants."

457. Quickly collect your lunchbox

The god-slaying demon king is a miracle, because only through miracles can humanity defeat the gods. Those god-slaying demon kings, regardless of their individual identities or past lives, all achieved their power by seizing upon miracles, thus defeating disobedient gods and usurping their authority.