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

The strips of cloth were instantly torn apart and shattered by the invisible sword energy!

A savage, violent, and terrifying sword pressure, capable of severing even a god's divine essence, swept through the entire ancient temple like a storm!

The flame of the butter lamp flickered wildly, almost going out, and dust fell from the walls!

The expressions of those cultivators who were still shouting suddenly changed drastically!

They felt it!

That is a power that no human should possess!

That is a weapon powerful enough to kill gods!

But their realization came too late!

"Those who blaspheme against the king shall be punished by death."

Seijuin Ena's voice was as cold as the Siberian wind. She didn't even use any fancy sword techniques; she simply and plainly gripped the Ame-no-Murakumo sword and swung it horizontally!

A dark, seemingly all-consuming sword light flashed by!

fast!

Extremely fast!

ruthless!

Ruthless to the point of being heartless!

Where the sword's light swept past, it seemed as if tiny cracks were sliced ​​open in space.

Those older cultivators who were at the forefront and shouted the loudest hadn't even fully shown their astonishment when their bodies, the futons they sat on, and even the stone pillars behind them carved with statues of gods, all broke, shifted, and turned into the finest dust in an instant, dissipating into the air!

Not only were their bodies destroyed, but their souls and traces of their existence were also completely erased by the Kusanagi Sword's ability to sever all things!

Candy Crush?

No, this is even more thorough!

It is a complete and utter erasure!

Just one sword!

A large area inside the temple was instantly emptied!

Only a few young cultivators remained at the edge, those who hadn't spoken or hadn't had time to speak. They stood frozen in place, their bodies ice-cold, their faces drained of color, their pupils dilated to the extreme, filled with boundless fear and disbelief!

The strong smell of blood didn't even have time to spread, because the slain didn't leave a single drop of blood!

Holding the constantly humming, chillingly black Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, Kiyoshuu Ina's cold gaze swept over the surviving cultivators who were now trembling and nearly collapsing to the ground.

The temple was deathly silent, save for the chattering of teeth and heavy, fearful breathing.

"Now."

When Kiyoshuin Ena spoke, her voice was soft, yet it struck the deepest part of the soul of every survivor like the pronouncement of death.

"Does anyone have any objections?"

No one dared to answer.

No one dared to meet their gaze.

No one even dared to breathe loudly.

All arrogance, all conceit, all cultural superiority were crushed to dust in the face of absolute power and merciless slaughter!

Only now did they truly understand the profound meaning of the words "godslayer" and the terrifying power wielded by its messengers!

Watching the survivors shake their heads frantically like frightened quails, Kiyoakiin Ena slowly sheathed the suffocating pressure of the Ame-no-Murakumo sword.

"If there are no objections, let's take action immediately."

Her tone returned to normal, as if the terrifying sword strike had never happened.

"Transmit the king's orders to every corner, and I want to see results in the shortest possible time."

"Yes! Your lord!"

"Yes, sir! We'll go right away!"

"Relay this message immediately! Immediately!"

The survivors scrambled to their feet and fled the temple, which had instantly turned into a scene of carnage. At that moment, they had only one thought in their minds—to complete the task given to them by that terrifying demon king at all costs!

Kiyoshuin Ena watched their disheveled retreating figures with a blank expression.

Just as Wang had said.

Sometimes the simplest way of communicating is the most effective.

304 Surya, the Sun God

The atmosphere in the hotel suite, which had been temporarily converted into a magic workshop, was solemn and dignified.

The heavy curtains were drawn, shutting out the scorching Indian sun and noise from the outside world.

On the floor of the room, a vast and complex spiritual vision array was outlined with precious mithril powder and magical gem fragments. The intricate geometric patterns and ancient runes intertwined, emitting a faint glow, constantly drawing spiritual energy from the earth's veins and converging it here.

At the three core nodes of the magic circle sat Luculaziazola, Mariya Yuri, and Liliana Kranichal, respectively.

As the presiding figure, Luculazia stood in the center of the magic circle, her hands constantly forming intricate hand seals, and her mouth chanting secret incantations from ancient traditions, guiding the flow of the entire spell.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, clearly indicating that maintaining such a large-scale spiritual vision array was a great burden for her.

Yuri Mariya closed her eyes tightly, immersing herself completely in her spiritual vision.

Her pure spiritual power, hailed as Tokyo's top spiritual medium, was like the most sensitive radar wave, amplified by a magic circle, extending infinitely into the vast desert, sensing and trying to capture even the slightest trace of the divine.

Her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were trying to distinguish the countless mixed streams of information.

Liliana, on the other side, had a spiritual vision ability that was more suited to combat and tracking. At this moment, she was like a precise sniper, trying to lock onto the most dazzling and scorching target amidst the wide field of vision provided by Luculazia and the vague senses provided by Wanli Valley.

Her long silver hair moved without wind, and she exuded a chilling aura that contrasted sharply with the solar power she was trying to sense—a sophisticated technique that used opposing attributes for precise positioning.

When three women, each with their own expertise in the field of clairvoyance, join forces, their power is enough to uncover most of the world's secrets.

Their spiritual power was linked together through a magic array, like a precise network, sweeping across every grain of sand in the desert, every oasis, and every ancient ruin.

Time passed second by second, the light of the magic circle flickered, and the faces of the three gradually turned pale.

That divine power of the sun seems to possess extremely high activity and concealment, or rather, its very existence interferes with all detection.

suddenly!

Just as their mental network seemed to touch an unusually hot and brilliant area, a sudden change occurred!

The sun in that area seemed to have suddenly come alive!

It was no longer about radiating power, but rather about suddenly gathering an incomparably terrifying and violent will!

That will, like a blazing sun truly high in the sky, with the majesty and fury to burn everything and pierce through the void, fiercely attacked in the opposite direction along the spiritual tendrils that extended from the three of them!

"puff!"

"Ugh!"

"—!"

Almost simultaneously, Luculachia, Yuri Mariya, and Liliana, who were located at the three nodes of the magic circle, were struck as if by a heavy blow!

Their bodies jerked backward, as if struck hard in the chest by an invisible giant hammer!

Three mouthfuls of blood gushed from their mouths simultaneously, tracing tragic arcs in the air before splashing onto the rune-painted carpet with a hissing sound, as if the blood itself carried the intense heat of a burn!

The massive spiritual vision array instantly lost its light, and the mithril powder and gem fragments that made up the array seemed to have lost all energy, becoming dim and lifeless.

The three of them collapsed backward, their faces ashen, their breathing rapid and weak, having suffered immense psychological trauma.

Genichi Hanyu stood outside the magic circle, calmly watching everything unfold without intervening.

The spiritual vision being devoured by the target is a common occurrence when searching for powerful deities; it can be considered a price to pay.

After a while, Luculachia struggled to sit up first. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, endured the excruciating pain in her mind that felt like it was being burned by the sun, and looked at Genichi Hanyu. Her voice was hoarse but carried a hint of excitement: "Although we did not find the exact location of that sun god, in the moment of the final backlash, we also glimpsed the true identity of that sun god!"

On the other side, Yuri Mariya and Liliana also struggled to their feet, their eyes filled with lingering fear, yet also with a hint of relief at having completed their mission.

Genichi Hanyu turned his gaze to Luculachia, waiting for her to reveal the answer.

Luculazia took a deep breath and slowly uttered the name that resounded throughout Indian mythology: "The Sun God, Surya!"

Genichi Hanyu wasn't surprised by this answer. While the mythology of India is vast, Surya, as the sun god, is undoubtedly the most orthodox and representative figure.

Its status is exalted; it is the eye of the gods, the maintainer of light and order, and at the same time, the giver and taker of life.

Its powers must be immense.

“Suriye”.

Genichi Hanyu murmured the name softly, a predatory glint in his eyes.

Knowing the specific goal makes many things much easier.

Next, Genichi Hanyu needs these witches to compile all the more detailed information they have gathered about Surie.

Whether it's the symbols in its myths and legends, the weapons it commonly uses, the main manifestations of its powers, or the possible weaknesses or related myths.

This intelligence is crucial.

Forging a targeted sword of wisdom requires extremely accurate intelligence about the disobedient gods as its foundation in order to effectively analyze and sever the opponent's divinity and authority.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory, especially when facing a top-tier god like Surya.

“Record everything you see, in great detail.”

"Genichi Hanyu gave the instructions."

“527 In particular, details concerning His divine power and characteristics.”

"Yes, King."

The three women responded in unison, and despite their continued weakness, they dared not be negligent in the slightest.

"Continue to rest and recuperate, and then..."

Genichi Hanyu's gaze seemed to pierce through the wall, once again landing on that vast desert.

"Let's continue searching for the exact whereabouts of the sun god Surya. With a clear target, the search area can be narrowed down considerably."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable determination.

After saying this, Genichi Hanyu ignored them and turned to leave the room.

He didn't need to worry about their injuries.

As his direct subordinates, they already possessed the protection bestowed upon them by him.

This blessing not only enhances their strength but also accelerates their recovery from injuries, whether physical or psychological.

Given enough time and some basic recovery medication, they can quickly return to work.

Inside the room, only three women, supporting each other as they stood up, and a few drops of blood, still wet with the wrath of the gods, remained on the carpet.

The journey to find the sun god Surya has only just begun, but their first confrontation across time has already given them a taste of how terrifying their target is.

But the king's orders must be obeyed.

305 is here, so let it die.

After Ena Seikiin used ruthless methods to consolidate the mystical forces in the Indian Empire, the country's vast but scattered network of cultivators was forcibly united and began to operate efficiently.

Countless pieces of information about unusual celestial phenomena, earth vein fluctuations, and ancient ruins converged on Luculaziazola like rivers flowing into the sea.

With a clear target—the sun god Surya—and the full cooperation of the local forces, who spared no expense, the search made a breakthrough.

Soon, combining Wanli Valley Yuri's vague premonition, Liliana's precise location, and Luculazia's analysis of the earth's vein energy, the general area of ​​activity of the disobedient god Surya was locked near a group of ancient ruins in the northwest of Tasha Deep.

The moment the location was roughly confirmed, as if in response to the unbridled search, or perhaps sensing the aggressive aura of another god-slayer descending upon the place, the god high in the sky seemed to have grown tired of this boring game of hide-and-seek.

He will no longer hide!

At that moment, it was midday, and a blazing sun was originally hanging in the sky over India.

However, suddenly—

"boom!"

An immense, divine pressure, indescribable in words, erupted from the depths of the desert like a tsunami, sweeping across the heavens and earth!