Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

The Ottoman army, however valiant, was utterly devoured by Voban's wolf pack, becoming nothing more than toys in his hands. The Sultan, in particular, could only kneel at his feet and beg for forgiveness.

As for the British Empire, which has now completed the Industrial Revolution... Not long ago, Voban stormed into Buckingham Palace, scaring the entire palace to death. However, Voban thought Queen Victoria was a noisy and boring woman, so he went straight back.

"It seems the Marquis will have another achievement to add to his record."

As I thought this, a layer of frost quickly condensed on the windowpane.

Gerald quickly put on his coat and used magic to ward off the cold. He walked to the window, opened it, and looked outside.

The outside world had turned into a vast expanse of white.

snowstorm.

It is February now.

A blizzard hit London, and the snow has already reached a depth of two meters.

A long time passed, until the blizzard, the wolf howls, and the earthquakes subsided, before Gerald finally stepped out of his dwelling, raised his right hand, and drew a circle in the air with his index finger.

He stepped on the snow as if it were flat ground, leaving no trace.

Then he recited a few more incantations.

Two hunting dogs ran out of the house next door, their bodies bathed in a pale blue light.

Gerald then casually made a sled.

"Let's go."

He patted the hound on the back, and the hound pulled the sled, running through the streets of London.

The sled crunched through the snow.

Along the streets, the buildings were mostly buried in snow, with only the roofs and chimneys visible.

The warships, merchant ships, and fishing boats that were anchored in the port all disappeared, and a layer of green algae floated on the sea surface, like a huge carpet covering the entire port.

Gerald turned his head and looked into the distance again.

The direction from which the railway factory was located was also deathly silent.

The rails were corroded, the locomotive was corroded, and the entire factory looked as if it had been erased from the map.

Gerald took a deep breath, and his exhaled air condensed into white mist.

He reached out his hand to feel the temperature in the air, then closed his eyes, chanted an incantation, and sensed the duration of the blizzard.

"Six months...this winter will last for six months."

This is not magic.

This is divine power.

He recalled the intelligence he had reported to Marquis Voban the previous morning.

A demon from the East.

Luo Hao.

"It seems that two people with the power of gods have engaged in a formidable battle." Gerald gripped the reins of the sled, urging the hunting dogs to run towards the outskirts.

The sled sped across the snow.

About half an hour later, he arrived in the suburbs.

Nothing at all.

The entire manor seemed to have been uprooted from the earth and then vanished.

"Although I had expected this, I didn't expect it to be this outrageous." Gerald looked to the east, took out another alchemical tool, and measured the celestial phenomena. After a while, he came to a conclusion.

"Sure enough, I didn't misremember the time. It should be sunrise now, but the sunlight is getting weaker all over London."

As he spoke, he began to walk around, using magic to survey his surroundings.

This is difficult because the divine power is so immense, even if it is only a remnant.

Gerald's feeling was that his magic would collide with a high-temperature area, and then his magic would be instantly evaporated.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a wide-ranging reconnaissance magic spell shattered, like a soap bubble hitting a wall.

"Mysterious resistance!"

This is one of the Marquis of Voban's signature abilities.

Any magic, spell, or divine power will become ineffective when it encounters a god-slayer; even large-scale magic will be nullified.

Gerald withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, and began searching as he steered the sled around the edge of the snowfield.

After searching for about an hour, he dug out a boy from the snow.

He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a face as handsome as jade, and a forehead as full as a full moon.

Wearing a modified Hanfu, which was burned to shreds, revealing the charred skin underneath.

"Is this the legendary cult leader?"

Gerald sized up the boy, then secretly used a small spell, which failed the moment it touched the boy.

"Okay, he is indeed a god-slayer like Voban, probably the legendary Eastern demon."

He recalled the intelligence he had given Voban a few days earlier.

"The strongest Taoist master has come all the way from the Chinese mainland. What would you think? There's a rumor about him. He's not only the ultimate master of martial arts, but also a king capable of slaying gods and usurping their power!"

That's right, it was he who told Voban about the arrival of this "master".

I never expected that this "cult leader" would appear right in front of me now...

what can we do about it?

Gerald pondered for a moment, and then an idea grew stronger and stronger.

A brilliant idea.

Or rather, a fatal temptation.

If he makes a move now...

If he made a move while the boy was unconscious...

Then he could kill someone with the power of a god.

Once the idea came to him, it grew wildly like weeds, filling his entire mind.

hum!

A terrifying heatwave erupted from the boy's body.

Gerald felt a scorching heat rush towards him, as if a giant beast had opened its eyes, its gaze alone capable of burning through his soul!

"Wow, spare me..."

He was so shocked that he stumbled back more than ten steps and landed hard on his backside in the snow. Then he saw an unbelievable scene.

Centered on the boy, the surrounding snow is melting rapidly.

The two-meter-thick snow turned into water vapor the moment it came into contact with the heat wave, making a hissing sound.

In the blink of an eye, the snow within a radius of several hundred meters centered on the boy disappeared, revealing a patch of damp land.

Immediately afterwards, the snow all over London began to melt.

The buried buildings are gradually revealing their roofs.

The frozen streets are gradually revealing their surfaces.

The frozen river is cracking open piece by piece.

Winter is over, it's summer now.

God-killer.

Even if he's injured, even if he's unconscious, even if he looks like he could die at any moment... he's not someone a magician can outmaneuver.

I should respect him. How to handle the situation is for Voban to figure out. I only need to entertain him and not lose my manners or disgrace the Marquis.

Wow!

As if sensing the disappearance of malice, the summer heat vanished.

Gerald swallowed hard, got up from the ground, and immediately knelt down: "Thank you for your magnanimity. I will treat you well and will never disgrace the name of my lord, Marquis Voban."

Chapter Thirty-One: So This Was a Godslayer

Zhang Yang had a dream.

"First published on 705u.com - Book Club"

I can't remember the specifics, I just know it felt awful.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes and was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling.

Where is this?

He propped himself up on the bed and sat up.

It was a large, soft bed with silk sheets and an intricately embroidered quilt.

The room was furnished with mahogany furniture, with oil paintings on the walls and a desk by the window, on which sat a silver candlestick.

It looks like a guest room in a noble mansion.

"You are awake."

A voice came from the side.

Zhang Yang turned his head and saw a young man standing by the bed.

He was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, wearing a well-tailored suit, with his brown hair neatly combed and a gentle smile on his face.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Viscount Gerald. This is my residence."

"Hello."

Zhang Yang responded, still trying to organize the information in his mind.

How did he get here?

He only remembered that he was in the Starry Realm, fought with the Crimson Emperor, and then his body was burned to a crisp. After that, he remembered nothing.

How did I get here?

“I found you at the ruins of the Marquis’s manor,” Gerald said, still smiling. “You were unconscious in the snow, so I brought you back.”

"Oh... thank you."

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he suddenly felt a strange noise coming from his stomach.

Gollum-

It was so loud that he couldn't pretend he hadn't heard it.

"Is there anything to eat?"

“Of course.” Gerald nodded. “I’ll have someone prepare it right away.”

He turned and walked out of the room.

Before long, several servants filed in carrying trays.

Roast beef, roast chicken, cream soup, bread, cheese, fruit, desserts... the whole table was covered.

Zhang Yang looked at the table full of food, swallowed hard, and started eating.

Then he found himself unable to stop.

He was like a machine that had been switched on; food went into his mouth, down his throat, into his stomach, and then disappeared.

It feels like there's a bottomless pit in my stomach.

No matter how I fill it in, it's never full.

The food on the table was disappearing rapidly.

Zhang Yangfang felt increasingly uneasy as he ate more.