I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

However, both sides that created this spectacle remained calmly standing in the eye of the storm.

Genichi Hanyu still stood on the giant rock, his body bathed in golden lightning, as if the god of thunder had descended to earth.

He looked up at the intense clash of powers in the sky, his eyes sharp, and the cold smile on his lips became even more pronounced.

"Old dog, it seems your fierce winds and raging waves can't dispel my power."

This battle for control of the skies is just the prelude!

The real battle to the death has not even begun; its prelude has already transformed the world!

296 It's not that Marquis Voban is too weak, but rather that Genichi Hanyu is too strong.

Under the gloomy sky, the confrontation between the two god-slayers seemed to freeze the heavens and earth.

Sashadyansdarvoban, one of the oldest demon lords, had a cruel and excited flame burning in his eerie green wolf eyes. The magical power surrounding him was like a tangible darkness, causing the surrounding space to groan under its unbearable weight.

He reveled in the thrill of hunting down powerful enemies, especially the young, rising star, the seventh god-slayer before him—Genichi Hanyu.

However, Genichi Hanyu's eyes were frighteningly calm, like a bottomless, icy pool.

He stared at Voban, not with disdain, but with an almost anatomical calmness, dissecting his opponent's greatest strength.

He knew that it was pointless to simply compete in destructive power against this ancient monster who had lived for hundreds of years.

What makes Marquis Voban the most troublesome is not his vast power and magical abilities, but his almost rogue immortality—the resurrection ability stemming from his core power, the Black Dragon of the Underworld!

As long as this power exists, even if it is blasted to dust, Voban can still crawl back to the present world from the abyss of death.

This is his biggest trump card, which is why he has been able to survive to this day despite repeatedly defying the gods and even other god-killers.

The black dragon of the underworld must be dealt with first.

Gen Hanyu's mind raced.

Fortunately, his power base contained the perfect means to control this situation.

The battle erupted the instant Voban summoned the massive 957th Regiment of Death Servants!

Countless undead warriors clad in ancient armor surged toward Genichi Hanyu like a tidal wave, while Voban himself transformed into a gigantic werewolf, unleashing a deadly attack accompanied by earth-shattering gales and life-corroding death breaths!

Faced with an offensive that could instantly collapse an army, Genichi Hanyu remained motionless, simply raising his right hand and pointing his palm at the onrushing Voban.

A mysterious golden rune flashed deep within his eyes.

"Your power shall belong to me!"

[Theft] Power, activate!

This wondrous power, originating from the rebellious god Susanoo, is not a direct attack, but rather a theft of the "concept" itself!

An invisible and intangible force of rules, yet surpassing ordinary magical power, traversed space and instantly entangled Marquis Voban's soul core!

Marquis Voban, who was roaring and charging forward, suddenly froze in his massive wolf body!

A look of utter astonishment and disbelief flashed across his deep green eyes!

He felt that his connection with a crucial power, which had long become instinct, was being forcibly severed and stripped away by a tyrannical and strange force!

"what have you done!"

Before the roar of shock and anger could be fully uttered, the feeling of having one's soul emptied out was already complete!

The next moment, a deep, dark ball of light, exuding a strong aura of death and the underworld, appeared out of thin air in Genichi Hanyu's palm, with a miniature black dragon struggling and roaring inside!

This is precisely the source of Marquis Voban's rampant power—the origin of the Black Dragon of the Underworld's authority!

"Do not!!!"

Voban let out a thunderous roar, a roar filled with unprecedented panic!

Losing this power means he has lost his biggest trump card!

However, Genichi Hanyu's movements were fluid and without any pause.

The instant the theft was successful, his other hand was already clenched, and a golden light gathered in his hand, transforming into a sword of light containing the supreme concept of "severing"—the [Warrior]'s Golden Sword!

Without needing lengthy incantation, Yuzuru Genichi, who had already thoroughly studied Marquis Voban, directly targeted another extremely troublesome power of the other party—Moon/Ripple-ErlinererYishan0baII—[Severing the Knot of Fate]!

This power allows him to forcibly sever causal relationships and fates that are unfavorable to him, and can even interfere with the opponent's sure-hit attacks, making it extremely troublesome.

"Marquis Voban! Your power originates from an ancient covenant with the underworld, yet covenants can be severed! With the sword of my wisdom, I will break the bonds of your destiny!"

A concise and powerful statement, yet it points directly to the essence of power!

Countless golden sword shadows, shimmering with mysterious knowledge, appeared out of thin air, transforming into a golden torrent that instantly pierced Marquis Voban's body!

It's not physical harm, but rather a conceptual "sealing" and "severing"!

"Ugh!!!"

Voban let out another painful groan. He felt his connection with the power of "Severing the Knot of Fate" becoming blurred and sluggish, as if he were bound by countless invisible chains!

Although it has not been completely stripped away, its effects have been temporarily and greatly suppressed!

In the blink of an eye, Genichi Hanyu swiftly and decisively crippled Marquis Voban's most crucial resurrection ability and most troublesome ability to interfere with fate!

The ensuing battle was almost entirely one-sided.

Having lost his greatest reliance, Marquis Voban still frantically activated his other powers—summoning thunderclouds to unleash raging lightning, transforming into a giant black wolf spewing destructive energy, and even attempting to crush them with his immense magical power.

But all of this seems pale and powerless in the face of Genichi Hanyu today.

The immense magical power within Genichi Hanyu, which combined the essence of multiple gods and far surpassed that of ordinary god-slayers, was like a vast starry sea.

His speed surpassed that of lightning, and his strength was enough to shake mountains.

Voban's lightning was deflected and shattered by him with a casual gesture, his death breath was easily purified by the scorching divine power, and his enormous wolf body was repeatedly blasted away and torn apart by even more powerful violence!

Genichi Hanyu didn't even use many fancy powers; he simply relied on his absolute basic qualities combined with the God-specific attack of the [Warrior] Golden Sword to corner Marquis Voban.

The battle turned into pure attrition and crushing.

Marquis Voban struggled frantically like a trapped beast. His combat experience and indomitable will accumulated over hundreds of years allowed him to rise from the heavy blows time and time again, but with each rise, more wounds appeared on his body, and his breath weakened a little.

His prized power appeared so clumsy and powerless in the face of Genichi Hanyu's absolute strength and precise restraint.

Finally, after a desperate and agonizing twenty minutes, Marquis Voban's massive, riddled-with-hole wolf body could no longer hold on.

The brilliance of the golden sword pierced his heart, tore his soul apart, and the immense divine power completely extinguished his last vestiges of life.

With a roar filled with resentment and disbelief, one of the oldest god-slayers, Sashadyansdarvoban, crashed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

This time, no Black Dragon of the Underworld could pull him back from the realm of death.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, Genichi Hanyu stood quietly before the enormous corpse of Voban, dressed in pristine white, spotless.

His breathing was steady, as if he had just gone through a life-or-death battle between god-slayers, but merely a warm-up exercise.

It's not that the Marquis of Voban was too weak.

His abundant powers, profound magical abilities, and seasoned combat experience truly make him worthy of the title of the oldest demon king.

Any god-slayer who fights him one-on-one will face an extremely difficult and arduous battle.

However, the Genichi Hanyu he faced had already transcended the realm of ordinary god-slayers.

It has merged the essence of multiple supreme gods and possesses numerous top-level powers. Its status and strength have approached or even reached another dimension.

Today, a single god-slayer or disobedient god is no longer able to pose a real threat to Genichi Hanyu's life.

The only opponent who could make him feel troubled and require serious attention was perhaps the one in the entire world who bore the mission of annihilating the Demon King—the Last King.

Genichi Hanyu's gaze was fixed on the distance, as if piercing through layers of space, sensing the dormant ultimate power that was enough to make all god-slayers tremble.

"The King of the End."

He muttered to himself, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a burning desire for challenge.

Genichi Hanyu withdrew his gaze, turned and left, his figure disappearing into the billowing smoke and the gradually calming energy turbulence.

A war of god-slayers, worthy of being recorded in the annals of magic, has come to an end.

But the real storm may have only just begun to brew.

297 This is Lilia's last chance

"Has there been no news from Luculaziazola yet?"

Genichi Hanyu's fingers gently caressed Erika's smooth back, the warmth of his fingertips seeming to carry a weight of contemplation.

The moonlight outside the window was cool and clear, filtering through the thin curtains and falling onto the bedroom carpet, casting long silhouettes of the two people.

"There is still no news. Luculaziazola has not sent back any information."

Erica nestled in Genichi Hanyu's arms, her face still flushed from the aftermath.

She tilted her head slightly, her golden hair falling onto Genichi Hanyu's chest, her voice tinged with languor yet respectful.

Upon hearing this answer, Genichi Hanyu didn't say anything, but his fingers unconsciously continued to gently stroke Erica's smooth skin.

His gaze was fixed on the distance, as if it could penetrate the walls and reach the world of magicians beyond the Far East.

Luculaziazola—the witch who lived in seclusion on Sardinia—was an important pawn in his game.

Her silence created a subtle sense of unease in the air.

"Have you finished organizing the Marquis's collection?"

After a long silence, he spoke again, his voice low and steady, devoid of emotion.

"They've all been sorted out and are now properly stored away."

Erica responded immediately, her tone professional and calm, as if she had instantly switched from tenderness back to the shrewd and capable chief of the Copper Black Cross.

"The Marquis's estate does indeed contain many astonishing treasures, some of which are not even mentioned in our family records. In particular, the clay tablet written in ancient Canaanite seems to record a ritual for summoning the Bull of Heaven..."

Genichi Hanyu gave a soft "hmm," seemingly unsurprised.

The Marquis of Vauban lived for centuries, so it would be strange if his collection didn't have something amazing about it.

"I will personally inspect those items later. As for Marquis Woban's two subordinates..."

He paused, then gently traced circles on Erica's shoulder blade with his fingertips.

"Apart from Liliana Kranichal, everyone else has pledged their allegiance and is now awaiting your further instructions."

Erica confirmed, but there was a barely perceptible hesitation in her voice.

Genichi Hanyu keenly noticed this hesitation.

"Besides Liliana?"

He repeated it, his voice devoid of emotion, but the stroking motion stopped.

Erica felt the muscles in his chest tighten slightly. She hesitated for a moment, then finally chose to be honest: "Liliana does not wish to follow you."

She spoke, and she could even feel the surrounding air suddenly cool down a few degrees as her words fell.

She instinctively leaned closer to Genichi Hanyu, seeking his still-burning body temperature, as if it could dispel the chill that had suddenly descended upon her because of the mention of that silver-haired knight.

Genichi Hanyu was silent for a moment. The moonlight outside the window seemed to grow even colder.

He slowly sat up, the silk blanket slipping off his body to reveal his well-defined upper body.

Erica sat up and picked up a robe from the side, draping it over his shoulders, but he ignored her.

"is it?"

He finally spoke, his voice eerily calm, with even a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

They say forced love is never sweet...

He turned his head, his deep eyes gleaming with an almost inhuman light in the moonlight as he looked at Erica.

Erica's heart skipped a beat involuntarily, a kind of instinctive tremor and awe in the face of absolute power.

"Then I'm going to try and see if this forced melon is sweet or not."

Genichi Hanyu's voice remained steady, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness.

"Erica, go tell Liliana..."

He paused, and each word fell with crystal clarity, crashing into the silent room with immense weight.

“If she rejects me, then kill every single person in the Bronze Black Cross community in the world, leave no one alive.”

Genichi Hanyu's voice turned cold, like the frozen ground of Siberia.