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Kira: Is that so...

In the public world of the chat group, after confirming that his situation was not due to any abnormal circumstances, Woban temporarily went offline to carefully think about his situation.

Sitting cross-legged on the lawn in the palace, Wobanjan's breathing became steady, his mental state gradually calmed down, and he entered a rare state of meditation.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes... I don't know how long it took, Woban completely entered into deep meditation and could no longer notice the passage of time.

Just then, Woban saw light, a dazzling band of light slowly rotating around his body.

"This is?"

Woban's mind was lifted, and the light band immediately began to shake, just like the outline of the sun appearing in the desert and reflected on the water surface, it became blurred and could even be seen through at once.

Passively exiting the meditation state, Woban learned his lesson and entered deep meditation again.

The light band that wrapped around his body quietly emerged. Woban concentrated his mind and immersed his perception from nowhere into the light band, observing it carefully.

Grasslands, mountains, land, lakes, rivers, oceans, cities, countries, civilizations, the moon, the sun, star systems… In an instant, a world appeared in Woban’s perception.

Woban suddenly realized that the light belt rotating around him was not something else, but the concept of a solar system, which is the anime world called "God Slayer! ~The God of Disobedience and the Demon King of God Slayer~".

At this moment, Woban could feel the changes in everything in the world and see the origin of the world, as if he had entered some mysterious realm. The world in the halo seemed transparent and appeared before him.

However, a feeling of blockage arose in Woban's heart, and he withdrew from this wonderful state.

"strangeness……"

After opening his eyes, Woban frowned and felt uncomfortable all over. It was like walking on the seabed with the protection of steel on his head. Although there was no substantial damage, he was squeezed by the terrifying pressure and had difficulty breathing.

The state he was in just now made Woban feel mentally uncomfortable. It was like his right foot had already stepped on the threshold, about to enter the door, but something else held him back, so he couldn't take his left foot out and stood at the door, unable to move forward or backward.

After thinking about it, Woban opened the consultation service of the chat group.

"Explain in detail what I was like just now."

After tidying up his words, Woban used his monthly privilege to ask questions to the chat group.

[Because he successfully broke through the collective of six billion human minds, memories, and subconsciousness, the group leader possessed the rudiments of the eighth sense, Alaya consciousness, and was able to sense the concept of the other world surrounding him. Because he has not yet fully comprehended the eighth sense, he is unable to recognize the cycle of life and death in the other world and escape the rules imposed by the other world. ]

"The eighth sense? Alaya consciousness? Microcosm?"

Woban whispered thoughtfully and shook his head vigorously again.

It has nothing to do with the microcosm. The microcosm in the Saint Seiya series is a combat power system. The eighth sense mentioned in the chat group is just a state of mind.

However, if it is not the eighth sense in Saint Seiya, what is the function of this eighth sense?

There was a hint of confusion in Woban's eyes. The first seven senses were hearing, vision, smell, touch, taste, heart, and time. You could tell what they meant by looking at the names, but the eighth sense gave people an indescribable feeling.

Judging from what was said in the chat group, it seemed that if he could fully comprehend the eighth sense, he would be able to solve his current predicament. But was that all?

Woban was not a wise man, and he did not understand this, so he did not continue to think about it. Anyway, when you can know, you will know, and when you can't know, thinking about it will not be verified.

Now, Woban is ready to return to the cartoon world on Altair's side. After all, the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. If he wants to break this situation, he still has to go there to have a chance.

Chapter 252: The Disaster of the Marquis de Vauban

The place of re-descent was still Sardinia, but the speed of time flowed differently because the breath of the two disobedient gods disappeared.

"Is it over? It's so boring. I wanted to have a good fight." Woban shook his head and muttered to himself regretfully.

Although the expressiveness has weakened a lot and there are some inexplicable settings, except for Athena, the strength settings of other disobedient gods have not changed much.

Fighting one against two can also give him great pleasure.

However, it didn't matter if he was gone. Now, he could hunt multiple disobedient gods with just the Servant of Death. As long as he didn't encounter Veleslana, there would be no accidents. Hunting without surprises didn't give him any sense of anticipation.

The only one worth hunting is the epic-level enhanced Athena. No, it should be called Metis. Before splitting Athena, it can easily create darkness covering the earth. After devouring Athena, its strength doubled, and it should be comparable to the last king Rama. It's a pity that it met Kusanagi Godou who settled everything with love, and was easily defeated with the help of Veleslana's golden sword.

Before that, he would try to master his eighth sense and figure out what kind of power it was.

However, things don't always go as planned.

Whenever Woban wanted to enter a meditative state and observe the world with his eighth sense, he would encounter natural disasters and man-made calamities.

When staying in a hotel, you will encounter a gas explosion. This is a small matter, which can be solved by blowing a breeze, but meditation is interrupted. And it happened more than once. Every time Vauban changed hotels, he would encounter a gas explosion.

When walking on the road, you will encounter car accidents. From sedans to trucks, more than a dozen cars have brake failure and crash into Woban. After being swept away by the strong wind, there is an explosion in the sewer under your feet, which almost lifts up the entire street.

When he flew into the sky, he encountered a thunderstorm. The lightning generated by nature struck Woban accurately. He avoided the lightning with the power of the raging wind and waves. However, he also encountered a plane crash and a missile accidentally launched.

When he walked to the suburbs, a meteor shower fell like rain, making Woban feel a sense of crisis. When he entered the forest, a fire broke out immediately, and even more than a dozen mythical beasts appeared. When he entered the mountains, landslides, mudslides, and volcanic eruptions came one after another. When he landed on an island, a typhoon and tsunami immediately broke out, submerging the island.

The successive disasters even aroused the vigilance of magicians, who believed that the god of disobedience had descended.

In fact, the God of Disobedience did show up.

When leaving the third island submerged by the tsunami, Woban, with a dark face, saw a strange environment. The rumbling sound of thunder suddenly sounded in the cloudless sky, which made Woban feel strange.

He felt a commotion in his heart, knowing for no apparent reason that the God Slayer's nemesis was approaching.

The body is full of strength and heat. From the hands and feet to the fingertips and even every capillary, it is filled with strength and heat, as if telling myself to adjust to a fighting posture.

"The God of Disobedience?..."

Woban gave a sinister smile; he just needed a target to vent his anger.

"Boom!" A flash of lightning flashed, and the thunder illuminated the dark sky into blue and white.

"Godslayer, it is a miracle that we can meet on the vast ocean. In this case, let me punish you for your sin of killing God."

A deep male voice came from the sky, and a muscular, wild-looking man with a messy hair was heard. He was wearing a cloak that looked like rags, a leather breastplate and sandals. However, contrary to his simple clothes, his whole body was filled with terrifying kingly majesty.

And it is very huge. A middle-aged giant is about 15 meters tall, which can give people a strong sense of oppression.

"Mercato? You came at the right time, because I'm in a bad mood." Woban showed a twisted and playful smile, and his emerald green eyes - shining.

The pair of evil eyes looked coldly at Mercator, releasing cursed power and divine might.

Mercato turned into a pillar of salt in an instant, then returned to normal, and Woban did not take the opportunity to attack. It was obvious that Woban's move was not to hurt Mercato, but to provoke him.

"Hahahaha! You are indeed a fool! You are so arrogant that it makes me want to laugh."

Mercato's laugh was a laugh of rage, and wild winds, heavy rain, and blazing thunder poured down upon Vauban from the sky.

"Don't use this kind of trick to embarrass yourself."

Woban waved his right arm, causing wind, rain, lightning and thunder to pass by his side, and he released a corresponding amount of lightning strikes at Mercato.

However, just as Mercato could not harm Woban through thunder, Woban also had difficulty harming Mercato through thunder.

For the godslayer and the disobedient god with the same attributes, the only way to determine the winner is to use power that the other party does not have.

"Can't you hit it with just lightning? Then it's time for me to use my weapons. Come out, chasers and exiles! Kill the God Slayer quickly!"

Suddenly, the void was distorted, and two sticks flew out from it. The former was the symbol of wind, and the latter was the symbol of lightning.

The pursuer came in on a trajectory as light as a swallow riding a whirlwind, while the exile approached in a straight trajectory like lightning, and the speed of both sides was not inferior to the speed of lightning. In terms of power, they could sink an island in one go.

Even Woban did not dare to be careless in the face of Mercato's attack. After all, this was the sky above the sea, not the land. Now that the eleven powers could not be used, even the biggest trump card could not be used.

"Follow me to land if you have the guts."

Woban raised a strong wind to block the pursuers and exiles for a moment, then his body was wrapped in wind and thunder, and he burst out at a nearly divine speed, flying towards the land.

"Use whatever skills you have, and I will give you a magnificent funeral."

Mercato smiled proudly and followed behind at a leisurely pace.

Although he knew that Woban would have some powerful moves when he reached the ground, he was not afraid of it. The stronger Woban was, the more worthy he was of being defeated, and the happier he would be after defeating him.

However, Mercato's failure to stop Woban did not mean that Woban could reach the land smoothly. Along the way, wind, thunder, waves, falling stars, and various natural disasters interrupted Woban's movement trajectory, causing Woban to slow down and be caught up by pursuers and exiles.

Woban took great pains to hold off the attacks of the pursuers and exiles. Mercator also caught up with him at this time, and Woban could only fight and retreat, using the power of raging winds and raging waves to fight a war of attrition with Mercator while moving towards the land.

Chapter 253 Heading to the Fairyland

It took more than half an hour for Woban to return to the ground in a mess.

"Mercato, it's time to end."

Woban stood on the wind-soaked cement floor of the harbor, staring coldly at the giant in the sky and declaring war.

"Come out and obey my orders, my servants!"

Things with dark demonic properties surged out and transformed into a legion of the dead with deathly gray skin.

"Do you also have the power of the underworld? The sky and the underworld, you and this old man are indeed destined to be together."

The giant Mercator stood in the tornado in the sky, smiling with delight.

"But before you fight, take care of yourself."

"Boom!" The ground collapsed and a huge explosion occurred in a building not far away. Violent fire gushed out of it. There were also some problems with the fire prevention equipment, and a high-pressure water gun shot accurately in the direction of Woban.

The sudden change disrupted the formation of the Servants of Death, and Woban was forced to leave the ground.

"Exiles and pursuers! Drive fast, fly fast, and sweep away everything!"

Just then, Mercato unleashed his weapon.

The pursuer was like a gust of wind, flying up and down, left and right, east and west, south and north, attacking from all directions and angles like a gust of wind, launching a sniper attack on Woban.

The Exile was accompanied by lightning and rapidly descended towards Woban in a straight line, emitting a high heat that could burn everything. Although the trajectory of that attack was not as sensitive as the pursuer's, it was as fast as lightning.

"I protect my body with the words of truth...! No matter wind, rain, thunder or lightning, you cannot defy my authority." Woban immediately wove the words of truth and tried his best to endure the attack.

If Mercator's attacks were only wind and lightning, it wouldn't be difficult to defend against them, but the real terror was the pursuers and exiles hidden in the storm. Apart from the divine power of the sky that could be offset by Woban, the physical damage caused by the divine tool of the god of craftsmen, Kusawa Hasis, could not be offset by power at all.

"Hahahahahaha! God Slayer, you really gave me a good show. I have never seen a God Slayer with such bad luck." Mercato directed the pursuers and exiles to attack Woban while expressing his sympathy with laughter.

"Scathach, release your treasure."

Woban's face was dark as he gave orders to the servants of death below.

"Pierce! Pierce! "GáeBolgAlternative!"

In the chaotic ruins of the port, Scathach leaped out from the collapsed underground, raised the red magic spear, and threw it at Mercator.

"Oh? God Slayer, you want to pin your hopes on... Ugh!"

Mercato gave a sarcastic smile, but before he could finish his words, a red flash pierced through his body and nailed him in mid-air.

The second flash of light followed closely, and the scarlet beam of light instantly pierced Mercato's body. The scarlet magic power destroyed Mercato's body from the inside out with unimaginable destructive power.

"How... is it possible! A mere undead..."

Mercato's body gradually collapsed, and a look of astonishment and anger appeared on his face. He had never thought of dying under the sword of the servant of death, and even now, it felt very unreal.

After all, those who can be transformed into servants of death are either divine beasts or humans. To the gods, these two beings are undoubtedly the first-level miscellaneous soldiers.

In fact, if there is no +24 magic gun, the weapon with a speed of 150 kilometers per second and enough power to sink an island can kill Scathach in the first round. Even with a +24 magic gun, Scathach's winning rate in a one-on-one duel will not exceed %.

However, Mercator's main enemy was Vauban, and Vauban was the only one he took seriously, so Scathach's attack was fatal.

"I told you, Mercato, the battle should be over, and it will end with your defeat." Woban said coldly, watching Mercato's body completely collapse, and then a ball of lightning emerged, emitting faint blue and white electric light. It was a spherical plasma, and also Mercato's spirit body.

The godhood of the underworld, the godhood of the sun, the godhood of the steel hero, the godhood of the earth, the disobedient gods who possess these godhoods all have the ability to resurrect, and Mercator is no exception.

However, Woban will not allow Mercato to be resurrected.

"Alter, release your Noble Phantasm."

"The iron hammer of the humble king, the aurora is reversed. Let the light swallow you! "Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur Morgan)"!"

Following Woban's command, a dark pillar of aurora pierced through the sky and earth, and the shining plasma was completely swallowed up by the magic of darkness. Mercator's breath disappeared from Woban's perception, and his body subconsciously withdrew from the fighting stance.

"what happened?"

After waving away the servants of death and falling from the sky, Woban muttered to himself in confusion.

Because there was no feeling of gaining power, but Mercator was indeed dead.

"Is the world different? Or is it because it's just an anime world?"

A thoughtful look appeared on Woban's face. He was eager to enter into meditation and observe the world through his eighth sense.

"Open, gate to the underworld. I have fallen into the territory of the revered Ereshkigal, the Queen of the Underworld, sister of the Earth Mother Goddess. Now I will transcend death. Witness the resurrection of... the Dragon Snake Queen of the Underworld, Inanna!"