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"Crack!"

At the same time, the icicle cracked and Salbatre jumped out of it.

However, Salbatre did not launch a counterattack against Vauban because a god appeared.

It was a stone mask of an alien god floating in the air. The shape of the mask imitated the appearance of a lion, and it was large enough for an adult to lie on it. Living snakes grew on both sides of the mask, and the two snakes bared their fangs at Salbatre and Vauban, making a "hissing" threat.

"This guy shouldn't be the last king, right? He doesn't have the kind of oppressive feeling that Rama has." Salbatre looked at the lion mask with interest and asked Woban.

"…indicates, affirmatively."

The lion-faced deity made a harsh sound.

"So, where is the Last King? The deepest part?"

After hearing the answer from Lion Mask, Salbatre continued to ask.

"…expressed, affirmed. You all should enter the Jade Throne to meet my king. Leaving is a prohibited act."

After saying that, the lion mask disappeared into the void.

"Well, this way I won't be afraid that you'll use dirty tricks to send me away."

Sarbatre turned his head to look at Woban, staring at Woban's gloomy face, and said in high spirits.

Putting aside the final king, with the person who is suspected to be the God of Time and Space here, even if the teleportation trick is ineffective, he can have a great time fighting Woban for victory or defeat, life or death.

"It seems that you can't wait to die." Woban said coldly.

"I think I will survive. After all, I am a young man and I am definitely more energetic than an old man." Salbatre said frivolously.

"I hope you can still have this confidence after seeing my legion."

Figures suddenly appeared behind the sneering Woban. They were servants of death holding various weapons, from the Great Knights who were the backbone of the major magic societies to servants second only to the God of Disobedience and high-ranking divine beasts. Thousands of warriors formed a chaotic army.

Then, from the shadows on the ground, one mythical beast after another crawled out, from vicious dogs to lions, from flying eagles to dragons and snakes, hundreds of mythical beasts were spread all over the courtyard under the dark clouds, exuding a fierce aura.

"Eh? Old man, you still have this trick up your sleeve."

Sarbatre couldn't help but be surprised. The legion summoned by Woban was an unprecedented lineup. Even in the original melee of seven people, he did not see Woban bring out these troops.

"As expected of Mr. Woban, he really can't be careless!"

Sarbatre couldn't help but sigh, wondering where he had accumulated so many soldiers. Perhaps these soldiers alone would be enough to encircle and suppress a non-top-level disobedient god.

"Come on! Let me see what use your rotten stick can be in front of my army."

Vauban's face showed a pleasant smile, and he stared at Sarbatre arrogantly.

As the words fell, the servants of death brandished their swords and attacked Sarbatre, and the divine beasts also launched a mighty charge.

"Maybe, this rotten stick of mine can defeat your army."

Facing the offensive of the servants of death and the mythical beasts, Sarbatre dodged with his usual flowing leaves movements, while at the same time mercilessly counterattacking with a knife.

"Sword of Nuada, grant me strength!"

The entire right arm from the base to the fingertips becomes a silver hand. The weapon wielded with this hand becomes a magic sword that can cut through everything on earth.

With a flash of the sword swung by Sarbatre, the servants of death and the divine beasts fell one after another.

However, the ones that Sarbatre could easily kill were only the Death Servant of the Grand Knight level and the lower level Divine Beasts, which accounted for a large part of the army. However, there were also some powerful enemies that Sarbatre had to take seriously in order to kill them.

"Sword of Promised Victory!" ×3

"Shining at the Spear of the End!" ×6

"Sword of Rotating Victory!" ×3

"The spear that cuts through!" x3

"The Spear That Pierces the Death!" ×3

"Human Mythology: Lightning is Coming!" ×3

……

The army of six hundred servants released all of their Noble Phantasms capable of long-range attacks, pouring colorful light onto Sarbatre.

Although the Servant's Noble Phantasms were nothing to the God Slayer, their powerful anti-magic power alone was enough to offset the A++-level light cannon. However, in the human world, these Noble Phantasms were also miracles comparable to power. The combined attack of hundreds of Noble Phantasms recreated the original joint efforts of multiple god-level Servants, and even surpassed them.

If the power is expanded to its maximum range, it is not impossible to turn the entire Hokkaido into a scorched earth.

Faced with the bombardment of countless Noble Phantasms, even with the Protection of Steel, Sarbatre was beaten so hard that he couldn't raise his head, and could only keep retreating under the impact of the Noble Phantasms.

"That's too much, old man!"

Sarbatre shouted in frustration and felt frightened.

Although he saw many warriors who had fought with him two days ago among the Servants of Death, he never thought that those warriors would be so good at using light cannons.

Before this, he only knew that these warriors had excellent martial arts and their weapons were treasures that were close to divine weapons. Among humans, most of them could be compared with their master, that is, the level of paladin.

However, it now seems that the strength of these warriors has clearly far exceeded that of the Paladins, and ordinary divine beasts are far from being their opponents. Where did the old man get these warriors from?

Also, why are there so many people with exactly the same fighting abilities and looks? Isn't this too weird?

After a round of hundreds of bombardments, the servants began to rest. Although they had Woban to support their magic power, firing Noble Phantasms instantly was too demanding for these servants of death.

Sarbatre saw the opportunity and immediately launched a counterattack. However, those high-ranking and top-level divine beasts began to attack.

Although there were only fifty of them, these beasts were generally stronger than servants. With Sarbatre's ability, it would take three to ten sword strikes to kill a beast, so he was held back without any suspense.

Three seconds later, another round of treasure charging was completed. The intelligent beasts quickly dodged, leaving Sarbatre to face the fierce bombardment of the treasure.

Chapter 201 The Last King

The beautiful and mysterious courtyard turned into a fierce battlefield. Flowers, trees, fountains and pools were all shattered by the rampage of magic. Salbatre, the godslayer, was trapped in a corner of the courtyard and suffered attacks from the legion.

The other godslayer, Woban, ignored his own people and walked along a cleaner and quieter path, crossing the courtyard and heading deeper into the grounds.

Since it is impossible to exile Sarbatre and it is difficult to kill him, I will just hold him back and fight the Last King alone.

After all, there are only two godslayers, and no matter how much stronger the Last King becomes, his strength will only be twenty or thirty times greater.

As long as the enemy is not strong enough to shatter the earth with one blow, Woban has a chance of winning.

Passing through the corridor of the courtyard, a stone building stood before us. It looked like a temple or palace. Vauban walked inside and came to a passage full of bricks.

Because there is only one path, there is no room for confusion.

Just keep moving forward, forward.

Soon, I felt the strength of the godslayer's body and mind surge. As expected, the enemy of the godslayers - the gods - was here.

Vauban instantly entered combat mode, then continued to advance straight ahead until he came to a large hall with a throne large enough for the retainers to meet him.

And—the King is here.

The middle-aged man sitting on the golden jade throne was full of the aura of a king, with a beard on his angular face and a strong and powerful physique.

He was wearing a red robe that reached his feet, a crown on his forehead, and holding a golden scepter that symbolized the throne - he was undoubtedly a great king of the gods.

However, his serious face was full of fatigue.

Due to the long suffering, it is still covered with a shadow like stubborn rust.

It's very familiar. This posture is very similar to Rama that Woban had seen. This godhead is very similar to Mithra that Woban had killed.

"Misra, the last king of this world must be you." Woban shouted to the man on the throne.

"Hmm? That's right, since you are a godslayer of your level, it's not surprising that you have fought against the Last King and me in other worlds." Being recognized at the first sight, Misra was a little surprised, and then nodded thoughtfully.

"Where is the god who fought with me?" Woban stared at Mishra and asked impatiently.

"Oh? Did you see that too? I already... have no more strength to fight." Misra raised her tired eyelids and did not object to Woban's attitude.

"Even if you are the last king, your stepmother will not approve of killing you." Woban nodded, his aggressive face revealing his dissatisfaction with Mishra.

This dissatisfaction is directed at Misra's condition.

If you go from an ordinary person to a godslayer, it doesn't matter what state the disobedient gods are in. However, in the battle between the godslayer and the disobedient gods, if you want to successfully gain power, you don't have to defeat the opponent in a single fight, but the godslayer who defeats the gods must go through corresponding battles to demonstrate his strength.

In other words, he had to satisfy Pandora, the God Slayer's mother, and win a victory that would make her accept him as her adopted son. If his opponent was too weak, his mother would probably just puff up her cheeks and say that this was not okay.

"Pandora, the witch who brings all disasters and a glimmer of hope..." A trace of disgust flashed in Misra's eyes. Few people would like this witch who created countless demon kings and obeyed the gods in mythology.

However, the disgust was only fleeting. Although he knew about the Dark Christmas Festival created by Pandora, there had never been a God Slayer in this world. His disgust for Pandora was just a subconscious psychological resistance.

"...Don't worry, God-killer. I am ready to inherit the sword of salvation."

Before Misra finished speaking, a metallic sound "click" was heard.

A large sword suddenly fell from the sky and stabbed into the ground. The blade of the sword was about one meter long. The blade was as thick as an iron chain and it was a double-edged sword.

That is the sword of steel that the hero Rama once wielded. The divine weapon that annihilates the devil - the sword of salvation!

"After Yu Misra's demise, he will inherit the mission of annihilating the Demon King and defeat you... Farewell!"

With these abrupt parting words, Mishra's entire body, including her clothes, turned into dust.

The king was destroyed, and a gust of wind blew in his place. Even though it was indoors, a whirlwind blew. The next moment, a young man suddenly appeared next to the divine sword that was stabbed on the ground.

He was a handsome young man with delicate features. Although he was wearing a tattered coat, he did not look shabby at all.

Because of the charisma that emanates from within, he makes people feel sacred.

"Veleslana, the god of war."

Woban called out the name of his old acquaintance, with a flame of fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

Veleslana and Mercato were half of Woban's regrets. On the one hand, it was due to the inertia of the plot, and on the other hand, the two disobedient gods were not in their prime, so Woban was unable to usurp the power. Now, there is a chance to make up for the regret.

"You know my God Slayer? Then there's no need to say anything more."

The God of War Veleslana, the young man with this name raised an ancient smile that was as illusory as smoke.

Obviously, although he has the same godhood and appearance, he is not the god that Woban once knew.

"It is great to be able to inherit the king's mission. God Slayer, please grant me a defeat, please give me a strong enemy, please give me a real battle!"

Veleslana smiled fearlessly, uttered bold words, and exuded the majesty of a king.

In fact, in Persian mythology, he is also a kingly god who is in the warrior class. As the last holy king to appear in the world, he is also worthy of the title.

"Don't worry, the prey I targeted has never been able to escape."

Woban stared at Veleslana with a sharp gaze, his emerald evil eyes shone with satisfaction, and a hideous smile appeared on his face.

"What a confident answer. However, I, seek defeat. No matter what kind of enemy I encounter, I will not be defeated."

Veleslana smiled again, but it was no longer that simple smile. Instead, it was the kind of joyful and resolute smile that came when he saw an opponent worthy of a fight.

The moment the words fell, Veleslana disappeared.

The Savior Sword that was stabbed into the ground also disappeared. The combination of the God of War and the sword changed. A bull with a terrifying physique suddenly appeared and rushed towards Woban, roaring fiercely.

Chapter 202: Transformation Technique VS Clone Technique

“Come, O spirit formed of knowledge. Obey my will and call upon the divine mysteries to perform miracles.”

Woban chanted the words calmly.

One gold, one silver, and one black, three adorable girls who looked like classical dolls appeared in front of Woban.

An invisible channel was formed between Woban and the three spellbook elves, through which a huge amount of magical power was infused into the bodies of the three spellbook elves, supporting them in exercising their power as godslayers.

"Now the winter song is woven. All the grass withers, the fruits of the trees fall, and the petals of the flowers scatter. This heralds the coming of the season of death and darkness!"

"Messenger of winter! Stretch out your frozen hands and wipe away the warmth of life!"

"Frozen blizzard, come to me!"

The gold, silver and black elves simultaneously sang the holy words of the North Wind, calling upon the power of winter to be liberated.

A blizzard centered on the three elves blew violently, bringing with it terrible cold air and solid hail, sweeping towards the bull.

The bull has the simple ability to generate strange power from its body, but it has no good countermeasures against inanimate objects like blizzards. In the blink of an eye, a layer of ice crystals covered the surface of its skin, and the fire of life gradually extinguished in the erosion of the cold air.