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No god tried to kill Woban because there was no time. In order to kill him with one blow, Woban consumed 40% of his magical power to trap the gods, and 60% of his magical power to summon the Flame of Judgment. In order to expand the range of attack, he even made the fireball fall with himself as the center. This time, it didn't matter whether the gods lived or died, Woban was dead anyway.

The fireball finally fell and burned Woban to ashes.

Except for Nia, who possessed amazing speed, no one could escape the fireball in time.

The golden chariots of Apollo and Artemis emitted dazzling sunlight, which merged with the flames of judgment descending from the sky, neutralizing each other.

However, although the flame of judgment fell from the sky, it was not the fire of heaven or the sun, but the fire of man, the fire of the hearth, and the fire of civilization. The completely opposite nature made the light protection of Apollo and Artemis ineffective.

The flames of judgment passed through the Protection of Light and burned the bodies of Apollo and Artemis, causing the siblings to cry out in agony.

In the sea of ​​fire at full power, the gods tried their best to increase their divine power and resist the burning of the Flame of Judgment.

The power of the gods is extremely strong. Even if the flame of judgment is the calamity fire of Zhurong that can burn even gods to death, killing the gods is not as easy as it sounds.

The flames continued to burn, and the gods in the sea of ​​fire also used their divine power to resist the flames and quickly moved out of the sea of ​​fire. However, the sea of ​​fire covered an area of ​​100 kilometers, and no one could escape without three or four minutes of burning. However, one thing is certain, this mutual destruction will bring great harvest to Woban.

In the live broadcast room, the group members only saw Woban's body being burned to ashes, and then there was overwhelming flames everywhere. The gods were struggling in the sea of ​​fire, but Woban had disappeared completely.

Van Helsing: The leader is dead?

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada: Probably not. If the group owner dies, the live broadcast room will be closed.

Lazy Angel: I signed a contract with the group owner, and the group owner’s mark in the contract is still active.

The all-knowing Feng Daxian: It seems that he is not completely dead. The soul of the group leader is immortal and can be resurrected even if the body is gone.

In the live broadcast room, the four people were discussing the matter. Woban’s death was too sudden. Even if the gods were trapped in a sea of ​​fire, it would not attract their attention.

Lazy Angel: Eh?! The screen in the live broadcast room is moving.

Suddenly, Gabriel was surprised to find that the camera, which was originally in the sea of ​​fire, began to stretch. Although she could not make out anything in the sea of ​​fire, she could feel that the camera was gradually moving backwards.

Hearing this, everyone hurriedly observed and looked carefully, and found that it was really as Gabriel said. From the gods who were closer to the sea of ​​fire, some signs could be seen, and the camera had a deviation trajectory.

Everyone stared at the live broadcast room for half an hour, and the camera finally left the sea of ​​fire and floated in the cloudless sky.

Looking closely, you can seem to see a piece of ash.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada: Could those ashes be... the group leader's ashes?

Although everyone had some guesses, the first one to say it was Amakusa Shiro Tokisada.

Lazy Angel: Oh my god! Not only was the group leader killed! Even his ashes were scattered!

Lazy Angel: Group leader? Boss? King? Can you speak? Are these ashes you?

Van Helsing: How can ashes speak? It is obvious that the leader has been reduced to ashes.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada: He is cruel to others and even crueler to himself. The group leader is indeed a devil. He can even do such a thing as grinding his own bones into ashes.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada developed a heartfelt admiration for Woban. There was a reason why Woban could become the Demon King. He was cruel to others and even crueler to himself. If he didn't become the Demon King, who else could become the Demon King?

The all-knowing Feng Daxian: Langmie, the leader of the group is Langmie.

LazyAngel: What does that mean?

The all-knowing Feng Daxian: Not only is he more ruthless than the ruthless ones, but he is also more aggressive.

Lazy Angel: This description is so apt!

Lazy Angel: The leader of the group is a wolf-mite.

Van Helsing: The leader of the pack is a wolf-mite.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada: The leader of the group is a wolf-slayer.

The all-knowing Feng Daxian: The leader of the group is a wolf-mie.

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: The group leader is a wolf-mite.

Van Helsing: !!!

Lazy Angel: Group Leader—You’re back!

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada: Ahem, group leader, when did you come?

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: I am always here. Although I cannot speak from the outside, I can still speak through the chat group.

Van Helsing: ...Damn it! This damn plus-one is so sweet!

Lazy Angel: I have to go to school, I’ll leave first.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada: The assassin is calling me, I will come up tomorrow.

The all-knowing Feng Daxian: I have told you my fortune and told you not to chat today.

Van Helsing: I'll get off, too.

For a moment, the four group members each found an excuse to get away and switched the online status of the chat group to leave.

They were all taking advantage of Woban's absence, so they were able to joke about Woban without restraint. Now that Woban showed up, they immediately slipped away.

Woban was too lazy to argue with this group of people, so he turned off the live broadcast room and used the last bit of his magical power to concentrate on controlling the breeze to blow away the ashes.

The ashes floated on the sea for a day and a night. When the sun rose the next day, they flew to the land and saw a port city.

There are hundreds of houses here, each built with sun-baked bricks.

This is a city on the sea. There are dozens of wooden boats tied up at the pier. If we judge by modern standards, this scale is definitely not enough to be called a port.

However, there was only one surprisingly large sailing ship anchored near the city.

Inside the city, a war is unfolding. No, it is not a war, it is more like a massacre than a war.

Below, what looked like residents were being slaughtered one after another.

However, the attackers were not humans, but a dozen humanoid monsters.

They all had huge bodies, ranging from two and a half to three meters in height. With such a large body, the monsters wielded axes or clubs majestically, and people were being chopped and crushed miserably!

These brave and cruel giants all have bull heads, and are fighting bulls. They have fierce and brutal faces like ferocious beasts, and are not wearing armor or helmets.

They only had cloth wrapped around their waists, exposing their sturdy naked bodies and muscles. They were monsters with the head of a bull and the body of a man - the Minotaur, which was also one of the monsters in Greek mythology.

Looking at the monsters wreaking havoc in the city, Woban felt unhappy.

It wasn't because he was so righteous that he couldn't stand seeing people die. He just felt uncomfortable seeing people being slaughtered by monsters.

Unfortunately, Woban didn't have much spell power left, so he couldn't kill these monsters easily. He could only ignore them and continue flying inland.

As he walked forward, Woban suddenly felt a call from someone. It was invisible, inaudible, shapeless and intangible, but it was the telekinesis of someone unknown.

“Funny and courageous.”

The speed of the ashes slowed down, and a voice with a hint of laughter was heard from them.

Woban changed his flight direction and flew towards the place where the call came from.

Three minutes later, Vauban saw a hill with a strong olive tree. On the hill, a beautiful girl was kneeling with a pitiful look, and there was a clay pot in front of her.

She had long silver hair and a slender beauty that was extremely dreamy, even giving people a sense of being a beautiful woman with a tragic fate. She was chanting a spell in a low voice, and that was where the call that Vauban felt came from.

"A warrior who can kill even gods, a king who controls the power of gods. I am Cassandra, the daughter of the King of Troy. Thank you very much for answering my call."

Seeing the dust that seemed to be wrapped in a whirlwind, the silver-haired girl leaned forward, raised her upper body until her forehead touched the ground, and greeted with great respect.

"The prophet of Troy? I see. Hehe... You have the guts to tell me your intentions."

When he heard Cassandra's name, Woban immediately remembered the legend about her.

Cassandra, also known as Alexandra, is described in Homer's epic poem "Iliad" as being as beautiful as the golden Aphrodite. She is the most beautiful daughter of King Priam of Troy and the third daughter of Queen Hecuba.

Because of Apollo's gift, Cassandra gained the ability to foresee the future. However, because Cassandra refused to become Apollo's lover, she was cursed by Apollo so that her prophecies would not be believed.

During the Trojan War, Cassandra predicted that there was an army hidden in the Wooden Horse sent by the Greeks, but no one believed her. It was obvious that the horse could be checked, but because of Apollo's curse, no one checked the horse, causing Cassandra to watch her country destroyed.

Chapter 27 The Second Group of Members

"King of a foreign country, please accept Cassandra's loyalty and become the patron saint of Troy."

The beautiful princess lowered her head and spoke with determination.

"Oh?"

An interested voice sounded, and Woban became interested in Cassandra.

"You know, I am the enemy of the gods. I fought a great battle with them two days ago. If you choose to be loyal to me, you will be the enemy of the gods you believe in."

"It doesn't matter. I have seen the future of Troy being destroyed by the Greeks. After that, the Greeks who boasted of their victory did not stay proud for long. The patron goddess Athena and others were angered by their arrogance and issued a divine punishment. Zeus blew up a storm and Poseidon caused a huge wave. The entire Troy sank into the sea. The Greek fleet on its way back home was almost turned into algae in the sea... The gods have already planned the future of this divine domain, a future of destruction."

Cassandra lowered her head, her voice trembling and full of sadness.

"Tsk! That's the style of those gods."

Cassandra spoke the prophecy, and Vauban couldn't help but sneer, pausing before continuing.

Perhaps because he possessed Apollo's wolf power, Apollo's curse on Cassandra did not work on Vauban.

"…Luckily, I have a certain need for outstanding miko. I am also very interested in plans to destroy the gods."

After saying that, the ashes hovering in the air fell into the earthen jar in front of Cassandra.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Woban showed his thoughts through practical actions.

"Thank you very much... Master."

Cassandra held up the urn and shouted in a joyful but determined voice.

As long as she can save her father, mother, brother and her country, she will do anything, even if it means joining the devil's army.

Cassandra returned to Troy with Vauban's ashes and built a small altar in the palace, on which she placed Vauban's ashes.

Cassandra did not deliberately hide the fact about Vauban from her parents, because she could not. She did not tell them in detail, because Vauban was the enemy of the gods, and the Trojan king and queen who did not believe in the prophecy would only regard Vauban as a disaster, not a lifeline.

King Priam and Queen Hecuba of Troy only knew that Vauban was the king of a foreign country, who had the power to fight the gods, and that although he was dead, he would be resurrected in a few days.

Moreover, he agreed to Cassandra's request and promised to help Troy fight against the Greek coalition forces.

Therefore, Woban could rest and recuperate safely in the Trojan Palace and restore his magic power.

As for the gods, because of Vauban's death, all the gods were severely damaged and could not intervene in the Trojan War in a short period of time.

[When the activity reaches 1,000, the second group members will be invited. The third group members will be invited when the activity reaches 2,000. ]

That evening, a notification appeared in the chat group.

【Welcome Akado, All Might, King, Kira, and Thor to join the chat group. 】

"...They don't look like simple people."

After receiving the notification from the chat group, Woban opened the chat group.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada: New member? Welcome.

Van Helsing: Welcome to the new group... But Acardo... Acardo... Alucard... Alucard... Dracula! Could the newcomer be...

Lazy Angel: Dracula?

Van Helsing: @Acardo. Is there a new person here?

Woban [Group Master]: @Acardo, @Thor, @Kira, @All Might, @King. Welcome to join the Endless Dimension Chat Group. I am the acting group master Woban. If you don't understand something, think about it carefully. It should have implanted all of this in your mind. If you still can't understand it, ask other group members or ask customer service.

Thor: Chat group? What chat group... What's the point of threatening to hand over the village girls and imposing a lolita image on a dragon?

"..."

The message sent by Thor made Woban feel a little confused.

Thor, chat group, dragon, lolita. Why can he put four completely unrelated things together?

In another world, All Might, who was fighting against a monster, paused for a moment, knocked down the enemy with a punch, and quickly left. He carefully observed the invitation that seemed to be mapped from his mind to his retina.