You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

This is not just a one-sided promise; it is also a deal made in order to acquire the "Savior Blade".

Because the "Savior Blade" is essentially Rama's steel, and also the vessel of his soul, it is not unreasonable to say that it is another form of his existence in a certain sense.

Iori was able to hold the "Savior's Blade" because Rama himself had no intention of resisting and was willing to hand it over. However, if I wanted to truly make it my own, I had to cut the puppet threads on Rama's body!

Moreover, a man should keep his word.

Iori has lied before, but lying and breaching a contract are two different things!

Secondly, we should not underestimate the goddess of fate, or rather, we should not underestimate this world.

Admittedly, the Monkey King and the young war god are already top-tier combatants, second only to the "last king" Steel Hero. Iori has a complete advantage over them, even crushing them. The Goddess of Fate can't come up with any stronger cards, so it seems there's nothing to worry about.

However, power levels can be inconsistent in anime and light novels, especially among Japanese authors who are generally considered to be lacking in math and science. What seems ordinary might turn out to be some shockingly unbelievable data if you look into the setting...

"Godslayer" is a multiverse, and while the Goddess of Fate isn't exactly the will of the world, she does act as a kind of restraining force. It's best to be straightforward when confronting such a being. Changing your original plans for personal gain, giving the Goddess of Fate a chance to provoke a tug-of-war, might lead to some unexpected and disastrous outcome.

"In short, it remains the same... Let's go back and familiarize ourselves with the new abilities first."

Iori made a decision in her heart, and the next moment her body disappeared from the spot.

……

After Iori returned to Sardinia and found Alice, whom he had abandoned, the two stayed in this scenic spot for a few more days, where they unexpectedly met an acquaintance.

Guinevere?

Upon receiving the message and returning from outside, Iori manipulated the perfectly timed breeze to support herself as she landed on the ground. She looked at the young goddess standing with Alice with some surprise.

The princess of the Council of Sages was clearly not comfortable, but it wouldn't be accurate to say she was afraid; it was more like the feeling of being crammed into a carriage with someone she disliked.

She must have disliked this divine ancestor very much, but was powerless to do anything about it.

Fortunately, Guinevere probably didn't see Alice as an enemy, but rather as Iori's new follower, and didn't harm her—although it was just a mental clone, so losing her wouldn't be a big deal.

"How dare you show up?"

"why not?"

Guinevere didn't feel like she had caused trouble for Iori at all. Her fair and delicate face bloomed like a lily, and she even looked a little excited.

"Having met the most wicked and deserving-to-be-defeated demon king in the world, aren't you excited?"

Iori couldn't help but laugh: "My interests aren't that strange. He's just an old man, not some stunningly beautiful girl."

Seemingly surprised by Iori's answer, Guinevere lowered her gaze in disappointment, but quickly cheered up again.

"Next time, I'll find you a stunning beauty as your opponent!"

what?

Iori was now at a loss for words.

This woman must be crazy.

"Has Marquis Voban been defeated by you?"

"Who knows."

When this was mentioned, Iori also had some concerns. "He should have resurrection-type powers. He was in a hurry to deal with Mekal at the time. As for whether Voban escaped... well, don't worry about it. He'll come back on his own anyway."

Are you that confident?

"How could a being like a god-slayer possibly tolerate being wronged? Of course, it would accumulate strength, sharpen its claws and fangs, and challenge again."

Iori smiled slightly, clearly not worried about Voban. "Next time, I'll have to prepare a battlefield he can't escape."

"During his two-century career as a demon king, Marquis Voban amassed more than double-digit amounts of power, and he also made the most moves among the god-slayers. The Council of Sages has a fairly comprehensive record of this."

Alice spoke up at the opportune moment: "If you need it, I will have someone tidy it up immediately."

"can."

Iori nodded.

He naturally knew that Voban's immortality power belonged to the Earth Mother Goddess lineage, originating from a niche mythology (Mesopotamia), and even knew that the disobedient goddess corresponding to this power was [Inanna].

There's nothing he can do, he's a fan of Inanna—Inanna is Ishtar!

However, the mythological information varies slightly from world to world. Not to mention that the rules of Godkiller almost recognize all versions of the records. Each god requires a lot of effort to study, and it is not enough to rely on encyclopedias or the common books in libraries.

Cultural relics, original texts, and manuscripts by scholars throughout history are all essential.

This is why many god-slayers dislike contact with humans, yet still command large-scale forces—they can't do everything themselves.

“My lord, even if Marquis Voban manages to escape with his life, under the guidance of fate, the Demon King will eventually be defeated by the hero. This is inevitable.”

Guinevere looked at Iori with great interest: "The reason you haven't recalled the past yet is probably because your opponents were mainly the disobedient gods, not your nemesis—the god-slayers."

You need not worry. I have made ample preparations to awaken your memories of past lives.

"Oh? To be more specific?"

Iori asked with great interest.

"Lady Aisha of India is homeless and elusive, but the locations of the other godkillers can be determined."

I've already made arrangements with 'Pluto' in North America, so I can lure him out at any time. As for Europe... you've already met Marquis Voban, but the first person I actually found was the Black Prince 'Alexander Gascoigne'.

He and I have known each other for many years, and he has long coveted the Holy Grail, attempting to seize it. He has been searching for my whereabouts all along, and it is very easy for me to find him.

I just didn't expect that after I revealed the information to the Black Prince, he didn't take immediate action but instead disappeared from my detection range. He's probably plotting something in secret—of course, given the absolute difference in strength, he poses no threat to you.

Iori listened and nodded, "Is that all?"

"There's another one, the Sword King who settled in Southern Europe. Unlike other god-slayers who wander or live in seclusion, he actually enjoys mingling in human cities... He's the easiest one to find."

Guinevere looked up at Iori like a puppy waiting for its owner's praise; if she had a tail, it would be wagging right now.

"I led him here, and although he wasn't as fast as Marquis Voban, he's almost here!"

Seriously? I just finished defeating Vereslana, Mecard, and the Marquis, and now another one? I haven't even finished digesting my loot yet!

It's only been a few days, and this level of action is incredible...

No wonder Rama was forced to hide in a floating island, a place no one would have thought of!

Given Guinevere's tenacity, she would dig anything out of the ground, even if it was buried in a pharaoh's tomb!

Women are terrifying...

"trouble."

Iori waved her hand impatiently, "Let's talk about it later."

"Yes, Your Highness. I won't disturb you any longer. Take me back to investigate Lady Elsa's whereabouts... Huh?"

Guinevere gasped in surprise, and the next moment her shadow on the ground began to ripple.

Iori and Alice also noticed the change and couldn't help but stare intently.

The shadow seemed to come to life, rippling like water, before a valiant knight appeared, riding a magnificent white horse, clad in gleaming silver armor, and wielding a steel spear. His imposing fighting spirit and clear demeanor made one momentarily see an endless expanse of emerald grassland, and even feel the cool breeze blowing in one's face.

—Gods!

This is undoubtedly a god!

However, most of the gods that appear in the mortal world are heretical gods corrupted by madness, which is what is called "disobedience".

But for some reason, the knight in front of him did not have that frenzied aura. Instead, he was full of holiness and peace... He was actually a guardian deity!

"Uncle, why?"

"Don't panic, my beloved daughter. I have my own plans."

"It really is him!"

Alice exclaimed in surprise, as if she knew of this person's existence: "Lord Aizen, Guinevere, as a god-ancestor, was able to escape from god-slayers and disobedient gods several times."

Besides her cunning and numerous methods, most importantly, she can summon a guardian deity, whose strength is second only to the true God of War. However, her superior skills can overcome any obstacle, making her more than capable of fighting even the Black Prince!

"Oh?"

Iori looked at the white-horse knight with great interest. He had long sensed that there was something wrong with Guinevere's shadow, but to him, the existence of this war god was not a secret.

I think it was a female warrior disguised as a man?

"Since he's the God of War who protects Guinevere, and a white-horse knight... then it must be Lancelot?"

"Exactly!"

The white knight looked down at Iori from his high vantage point. Through the well-sealed helmet, his gaze seemed anything but friendly, not at all like someone "reclaiming their former master."

"However, Lancelot only gave me this pseudonym to maintain the current state and to ensure that Guinevere can restrain me. My real name has long since disappeared in the winds of the grasslands. If I don't return to the state of 'the disobedient god,' even I can't remember it... There's no need to think about it anymore."

“Uncle, how can you speak to my lord in such a tone?”

Guinevere looked like the sky had fallen.

The white knight shook his head slightly: "That's just your opinion. I've never thought of him as the hero I follow... Although he gives off the same feeling, that's the perception of a god."

From a warrior's intuition, both are incredibly powerful and pure beings... yet their sharpness, resilience, and weight are vastly different!

Lancelot spoke as if comparing two sword blanks, without the slightest respect in his words, but Iori nodded: He and Rama are indeed not the same person!

"He is undoubtedly our king, and I have no doubt about that."

Guinevere's tone was firm.

Lancelot shook his head: "This matter is serious... so let's use the methods of a martial artist to determine it."

"The methods of martial artists?"

Iori laughed. "To determine if I'm the person you're looking for?"

"I'm not 100% sure either, so I have to try... Once we fight each other in person, I'll know for sure!"

Lancelot tightened his grip on the silver spear.

After hearing this, Iori breathed a sigh of relief, then her eyes narrowed as she opened her storage space and took out a huge scroll that was half her height.

"come in!"

As the scroll unfurled, Iori, Alice, and Guinevere did not resist; they all vanished instantly...

In the world of the painting, on a vast grassland, the figures of Iori and others appear simultaneously.

"This is a spatial teleportation technique... and what exactly is this place?"

"Could it be that it's not the Netherworld?"

Alice and Guinevere were clearly surprised and instinctively wanted to know the secret behind it.

However, Iori and Lancelot focused their attention on something else, exchanging a glance:

"Alright, prove to me that you are the strongest hero, the final king!"

Lancelot spurred his warhorse forward!

It must be said that although she has not shaken off her inferior status as a "guardian deity" and cannot fight in her full glory as a disobedient god, her aura is still formidable, which makes Iori look at her in a different light.

"All right……"

Iori said with a hint of helplessness, "You're not even a god of disobedience... Fine, let's finish this quickly."

His expression turned serious, and he took half a step outward, then his shoe touched the sole, making a symbolic sweeping motion—

hum!

An arc, resembling both golden light and flame, extended outwards, encircling an area of ​​about a thousand meters in radius, forming a standard circular domain.

Lancelot subconsciously looked up. The clouds in this small world were not very high to begin with, and for a god of disobedience, they would reach the top quickly. But when he looked up now, the clouds in the sky seemed so distant, as if they were at the end of the world!

I'm afraid it would take me a year or two to reach that destination!

"Domain? No problem."

Lancelot muttered to himself.

But Iori's actions were not over yet. He quickly drew his Zanpakuto again and leisurely uttered the release incantation. Instantly, silver ripples spread out, and another smooth, mirror-like domain covered it, pulling Lancelot into it as well.

"Another domain?"

Lancelot was surprised, but remained unmoved.

—With a thought, a magnificent, ancient, and majestic throne appeared in the mirror at the center of the domain.

Another special curse binding descends!