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Speaking of which, there was indeed such a thing in the memory of the previous life. Aisha recklessly traveled through infinite parallel worlds, opened countless doors, and when she arrived at a world, she was captured by the final king there. Kusanagi Godou was originally going to solve these problems, but now that Kusanagi Godou is dead and the other godslayers have not returned, only he and Sarbatre can take action.

However, the time seems wrong, it should happen in a few months, or a year. But it doesn't seem wrong, Aisha is a witch who has escaped from time and space, no matter when, we can find her footprints.

"Hmm... I understand, divine insanity, right! Let me activate divine insanity and activate Aisha's corridor, is that right!" Sarbatre thought for ten seconds, clapped his hands, and said with sudden enlightenment.

"I don't think it's right." Raphael rolled her eyes and said indifferently. Although she was a master, she had no way to change the mind of this stubborn guy Salbatre.

"It's not about what you think, it's about what I think." As Rafael expected, Salbatre rejected her answer without hesitation.

Chapter 198: Destination at the End of Time and Space

Without paying attention to Rafael's words, Sarbatre walked out excitedly. Vauban did not leave his chair, and Rafael did the same.

"Brother, when do you think that idiot Salbatre will come in and ask where the target is?" Rafael rubbed his temple and asked Woban.

"Given that guy's stubbornness, he probably won't come in to ask." Woban shook his head, sighing at Sarbatre's stupidity.

"Indeed, that guy will probably spend a night turning this area into an out-of-control area." Raphael sighed and nodded in agreement. I don't know whether I should be happy or distressed to have such a disciple.

"Let's eat first. By the way, we haven't seen each other for decades." Vauban was too lazy to pay attention to Salbatre. He stood up and called Rafael to the restaurant.

"It seems like thirty years. Anyway, big brother has become much younger. I thought he wouldn't care about his appearance and age."

Raphael followed beside Woban and communicated with him easily. This was something that only the other six godslayers, and even Woban's friend and subordinate one hundred and sixty years ago, could not do.

"It was just an accident. My body was burned, and my mentality became younger during the battle. When I reshaped my body again, it became like this." Woban said casually. He was somewhat aware that his mentality was indeed getting younger, probably due to the influence of his body.

"Is that so? But I really miss it. I haven't seen brother like this for more than 70 years." Rafael sighed as he recalled his past memories.

"You will miss the past. It seems that you are a little old, although you still maintain a young body. It's the same for you, Aisha, and Luo Hao." Woban said with a bit of sarcasm.

"I feel like I can still live to at least 50 years old, so I'm not old. Sister Aisha is over a hundred years younger than you, and Sister Luo Hao can still live for more than a hundred years." Raphael argued, complaining silently.

Although his ability to use a sharp tongue is not as good as before, his mentality has indeed become younger.

In the center of the hall, there was a long banquet table, which was more than enough to seat twenty people.

The table was filled with prepared dinners, such as quail pie, roast chicken, herb-roasted lamb, cheese platter, sugar desserts, various fruits, cucumbers and cold meat sandwiches, etc.

Woban and Raphael sat on both sides of the long table and began to eat. No one called Salbatre, although they could sense that Salbatre was not far away.

At night, Salbatre was still outside preparing for the sacred chaos, while Vauban was ready to rest. Because they had not seen each other for decades, Raphael did not rush to leave, but stayed and slept with Vauban.

A night passed, and the next day, Woban woke up from his bed, followed by Raphael, who sat up in bed.

"That guy!" Woban stared towards the northeast with an annoyed look on his face.

"That idiot is so stupid and stupid that I want to chop him with my sword a few times." Feeling the turmoil of the cursed energy in his body, Raphael frowned and said angrily.

After one night, Sarbatre had covered an area with a radius of fifty kilometers with divine chaos. Not only Vauban and Raphael, but also magicians in nearby cities felt the cursed power in their bodies begin to riot. Several magicians who were in training were nearly hacked to death by the knights in practice.

Vauban and Raphael got up, dressed, washed, and strode out of the palace.

At this time, Salbatre's shadow could no longer be seen outside. Only a black hole that looked like a cave could be seen, hanging in the air six hundred meters away, emitting an invisible gravitational force that absorbed everything, sucking in stones and plants from all directions.

"You run so fast. I'm going too." Woban muttered, said goodbye to Rafael, and then without waiting for Rafael to reply, he walked quickly towards the black hole, jumped up, and jumped into the black hole on his own initiative.

The interior of the black hole is a dark space like the universe shining with the light of tens of thousands of stars. Except for the central passage which is deep darkness, the other sides are filled with light like the night stars, which is suspected to be the exit to different worlds.

If you count carefully, there are nearly a thousand of them. Originally, they were just one-way corridors, but because of Salbatre's chaos, all the passages were opened from the inside at once.

In this way, people from other worlds might be able to enter the corridor of the fairyland and go to other worlds.

Just as Woban was thinking this, the star-like light around him, which was like the night sky, suddenly dimmed, one after another. After a few breaths, nearly a thousand lights disappeared. Only one star was still shining, as if at the end, an unknown number of meters away.

"Strange? Why are they all gone?"

Two hundred meters in front of Woban, Salbatre, who was eager to get in through other lights, was muttering unhappily.

"Is your head filled with rubber bands and glue? It's obvious that something happened to Aisha. If you don't want to use your brain, you might as well cut it off." Woban revealed his venomous tongue coldly.

"No, that won't do. I only chop off other people's heads. For example, your head is one of the heads I want to chop off the most." Salbatre turned sideways and said the terrible words carelessly.

"What a coincidence, your head and arms are also my favorite collections." Woban said bluntly.

"Collection? I'm not interested in human heads, but I can make your wolf head into a specimen." Salbatre thought about it seriously and responded to Woban.

As they chatted, the two passed through the dazzling space, and the scene in front of them suddenly changed.

…That is a beautiful courtyard.

A small fountain made of white marble, green and lush shrubs, and colorful flowers, the soothing scenery is right before your eyes.

From a distance, limestone palaces and towers can be seen there.

From here on, there is a dry desert. If you look up at the night sky above, you will see huge blue stars shining that you would think are the Earth.

"A singularity in space and time?"

As Woban looked at his surroundings, he suddenly remembered Plutarch's House at the end of time and space. These two places gave him a similar feeling.

“Although I don’t know what a space-time singularity is, the gods must be inside it.” Salbatre looked into the depths of the courtyard, his face revealing a sharp light like a sword.

The hostility, fighting spirit, determination, and murderous intent released by the secret existence in this place - sensing these things is the instinct of the God Slayer as a beast.

The godslayer's nemesis, the God of Disobedience must be here.

However, before going to meet the enemy, there is one more thing -

Sarbatre turned his head to look at Woban, and at the same time, Woban also cast a cold gaze at Sarbatre.

——That is, to decide who will become the opponent of the final king.

Chapter 199: Internal Struggle among the God Slayers

"You are well aware of the power of the Last King and the Covenant Law, boy!"

Vauban cast a sinister gaze at Sarbatre, emitting a dangerous aura.

"That's right. So, old man, you should leave as soon as possible. Let the young people do this kind of passionate work."

Sarbatre grinned and drew out his sword.

He did not strike a stance, but simply held the sword in his limp right hand. He did not even seem to have the intention to attack or defend, and looked like he had given up on himself.

Yet it was so horrible for no reason that it made Vauban shudder.

This guy has become stronger again.

But it was normal, the power of the God Slayer was constantly strengthened by using it in battle. Unlike Woban, who had many tricks, Sarbatre only had two or three powers to fight with. As an expert in swordsmanship, it was not surprising that he made the power of the sword even more terrifying.

"Hmph, you really dare to say that, kid. You are as arrogant and rude as ever." Woban arched his body slightly, took a half step forward, and exuded the wildness of a wolf.

"——I swear here that I will not allow anything that I cannot cut to exist."

Sarbatre whispered quietly, and at the same time, terrible cursed power burst out from his right wrist, and his flesh and blood body turned into shining silver.

"This sword is an invincible blade that can cut and slice through everything on the earth!"

Summoning the sacred words, he imbued the sword with ferocious power, and then Sarbatre aimed at Woban and thrust.

After taking a big step, he launched a sudden attack, and the silver blade of Kuanwei approached Woban in a straight line like an arrow.

Without the slightest hesitation or consideration, their great enemy was waiting for their arrival not far away.

"Furious Notos! Vent the wrath of the Cloud Rider!"

Woban announced the order of the King of the Sky, and a storm with thunder and roar appeared in front of Woban in an instant and crashed into Sarbatre.

"My sword can kill everything, whether it is tangible or intangible."

Sarbatre uttered a boastful word, and his sword flashed with silver light, tearing the storm apart, and the sword light rushed straight towards Woban.

Woban's evil eye radiated green light, and the salt-turned evil vision corroded Sarbatre's body.

"——!?"

Sarbatre's whole body stiffened, and although he quickly deflected the evil-sight's curse, his thrust was inevitably interrupted.

The next moment, Woban's eyes glowed red, and he looked directly into Salbatre's eyes and launched a mental attack.

However, in less than a second, Salbatre broke free from the illusion created by Woban and swung his sword at Woban.

At the same time, Woban created lightning and shot it at Sarbatre. Under the direct attack of the lightning, Sarbatre used all his strength to increase his spell power to offset the power of the lightning, but was still knocked away.

"The source of steel, the forge of Kurdalagan, gave me immortality."

After being knocked away, Sarbatre activated the power of the Divine Protection of Steel and transformed his body into an indestructible steel body.

This is the power that Sarbatre usurped from the immortal steel hero Bartras. Compared to other steel protections, it also has extremely outstanding resistance to fire.

Thick black clouds gathered in the sky, and continuous lightning strikes fell from the clouds. Every time the lightning struck the ground, it would vibrate due to the impact, the soil would be blasted away, and the trees in the forest would be smashed and begin to burn fiercely.

However, this level is not enough to deal with Salbatre's steel immortal body.

As a fearsome warrior who can see through even God's speed, Sarbatre's slashing speed is no less than lightning, and he is also good at dodging with small movements.

The silver magic sword smashed the lightning strike head-on, and with minimal body movement, he avoided the direct hit of the lightning, and the Protection of Steel resisted the lightning strike.

Of the one hundred lightning strikes that Woban fired in one breath, twenty were shattered, fifty were dodged, and only twenty or thirty were able to hit Sarbatre's body, which were then resisted by the Protection of Steel.

Although the impact of the lightning was very strong, Salbatre learned his lesson and used the Protection of Steel to increase his weight hundreds of times to avoid being blown away by the impact of the lightning.

"Again, these two tricks? What a troublesome guy." Woban frowned and said with disgust.

Although the upper limit of cursed energy has increased several times compared to before, and there is also the Holy Grail with infinite magic power, the battle between God Slayers cannot be calculated using conventional methods.

The cursed power of the last king Rama was ten times stronger than that of Kusanagi Godou, a thousand times stronger when attacking, and five hundred times stronger when defending, but he still lost.

"Shouldn't I be the one to say this? Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, the wolf's appearance, the evil eye that turns salt into salt, and that power move I've never seen before? It's really troublesome to have so many moves." Sarbatre said with a frivolous smile.

"Humph!"

Woban waved his hand and summoned a huge lightning bolt from the sky that could burn even steel, and it struck Salbatre. Salbatre leaned to the side, letting the lightning slip past him, and a hot shock wave erupted, knocking Salbatre down.

Sarbatre immediately climbed up, but was attacked by Vauban again.

"Holy north wind, bring me the silent winter."

Woban exhaled hard, a breath mixed with icy air and snowflakes.

The cold wind howled past, and the wind became stronger and stronger. The sacred north wind brought the winter chill to the prosperous courtyard. The dark clouds in the sky dropped dense white snow, and hailstones as big as rocks fell mercilessly.

Cursed energy and freezing air - invisible and colorless power surrounded Sarbatre and cast a spell on him, like a giant snake wrapping around its prey.

The giant ice snake transformed by the north wind wrapped its slender body around Salbatre layer by layer, restricting his body movements and forming an ice pillar that was twenty meters thick and fifty meters high.

Although the low temperature of the Ice Serpent could not harm Sarbatre's body due to the Protection of Steel, the cage made of ice and snow close to absolute zero blocked Sarbatre's movements.

"Don't try to trap me like this! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The trapped Sarbatre immediately increased his cursed power to the limit to resist the curse of the cold north wind.

The icicle began to melt from the inside, centimeter by centimeter, giving Salbatre room to move.

But Woban couldn't just watch.

"To be honest, you are not like Kusanagi Godou. You don't have obvious weaknesses or flaws. You don't have any limited powers. It's impossible to find a flaw that can be exploited. Killing you is three to five times more difficult than killing Kusanagi Godou."

Woban stared coldly at the huge icicle, and a huge amount of cursed power surged from his body.

"So, I won't waste my time killing you."

On all sides of the icicle, the air began to ripple like water with a stone thrown into it. This was a sign that the fluctuation of space would pass through the border gate and act on external objects.

Transferring Sarbatre out was Woban's decision.

Chapter 200: The Terrifying Demon King's Army

Woban continued to increase the output of his cursed power. As the icicles gradually dissolved, a huge space gate gradually took shape, and the icicles slowly merged into the white hole. Opposite the hole was Woban's palace in Eastern Europe.

"—"

Suddenly, something strange happened.

The icicle that had already merged halfway into the hole began to retreat outward. After the icicle exited the white hole, ripples began to appear in the hole, and abnormal air appeared. Woban felt that his spell power was also increasing - it was like time was going backwards!

"It is determined that the existence of multiple Godslayers at the same time is beneficial to the Last King. Godslayers, you are forbidden to leave the holy land of our Lord."

The inorganic voice sounded without warning, and the cold words were as ruthless as a machine.