The king of Italy had once again completed the great cause of killing a god.
Without a doubt, this was a piece of news that made those who knew the magic world tremble.
There was no intention of keeping this news a secret. In just a day, it was spread by the Hero King Gilgamesh and his Magic Association, who had other intentions.
Of course, it was only known to everyone in the magic world.
Therefore, this news naturally reached the hands of that idiot, no, the Sword King.
In a train station in a remote town in Italy, a bright and cheerful person could be seen from his handsome face. He was definitely not someone who could pull out a sword and cut people with a smile.
The blond youth, or more accurately, the young man, was sitting in the empty train station. He was bored and flipping through the information he had just obtained from the fearful magicians.
This slightly frivolous fellow was leaning against the chair, casually opening the thick data collection. Immediately after, he flipped through it at an extremely high speed.
This was not because he had talent in this area as a god slayer, nor could he ask this guy to use magic that assisted reading.
The reason why he was flipping through the information so quickly was because…
"Aiya, there really aren't any pictures. It's really troublesome to read these boring words. How many words do I have to read?”
Tony sighed softly. However, what was similar to him was the heavy laughter coming from beside him.
It was a man in a waiter's suit. He looked like a British butler.
Whether it was his neat suit or his shiny leather shoes, he was indeed on par with Liliana in some aspects.
Of course, perhaps in other aspects, it was the absolute opposite.
For example, when it came to treating the king he served.
It was an undisguised sneer and contempt.
Then, his words undoubtedly drove him out of his identity as a butler.
"As expected, you're still as stupid as ever. I'm sorry to say that you're stupid, Mr. Tardigrade!”
Using some kind of tenacious microorganisms to evaluate the king he was loyal to, he did not seem to have the slightest bit of respect.
Perhaps this idiot named Tony did not care about these things at all.
"Ah, Andre, please spare me. Such a stupid task is not something a swordsman should do.”
Like a hot-blooded idiot, the most obvious words came out of the mouth of the seven Godslayers in this world.
"Anyway, you're just looking for that man to fight and then collect information in advance.”
Andre shook his head. Perhaps from the very beginning, Tony had nothing to do with the word wisdom. He sneered.
"Give up. That man has already killed the second God of Disobedience. If you go now, you probably won't get any results. Italy isn't that important to us anyway.”
Andre tried to persuade him, but it was as if he had found the wrong target from the beginning.
As expected, the young man named Tony said in a pleasant tone that he could not understand.
"No, that's right. That's right. This man has the right to be my enemy!”
He spoke in his characteristic bright and clear tone, as if everything was not worth mentioning.
Perhaps, even if the opponent was a demon king of the same level or someone even stronger, he would still fiercely slash at them with his sword.
It was only because he was a mere swordsman.
If he fed himself to the sword, his will and temperament would naturally become as sharp as a long sword. He would also be fearless.
"You still don't understand. In short, I won't allow it. We've already announced that we're abandoning Italy.”
Andre said indifferently, not realizing what he was about to face.
"Ha, I knew it,"
Tony said with a smile. There was a sly smile on his face that had never appeared before.
"That's why I've arranged for these kind people, the kidnappers, to come and have fun with you.”
He said in a playful tone. At the same time, dozens of people arrived from outside the station.
Andre looked over and couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.
Those were all experts at the level of Grand Knights. Those at the same level as him were all famous experts in Europe.
They looked at Andre apologetically, but they were indeed rubbing their fists.
No matter how idiotic Tony was, it did not prevent the magicians and grand knights from being his subordinates.
"Then, I'll go and challenge them first. Andre, you have to have fun!”
Tony left leisurely, ignoring his butler's indignant curses.
Right now, for the great Sword King, fighting was the true priority!
At this moment, on the plane from Sardinia to Milan, the king and the knight were savoring the fragrance of the wine.
No, perhaps Gilgamesh was just bullying Liliana.
This was a private jet under the Bronze Black Cross flag. Without a doubt, it was extremely luxurious.
Whether it was the cabin that was wrapped in layers of exquisite paintings or the most expensive decorations, all of them revealed the wealth of the bronze black cross.
Naturally, Gilgamesh, who was gently leaning against the sofa with his scarlet snake eyes half-closed, was happily swirling the viscous wine in his glass with a blood-red luster.
The mellow and strong fragrance of the wine spread throughout the cabin, bringing with it an intoxicating aura that tempted everyone.
However, at this moment, it was not just about tasting the wine.
Just a moment ago, Gilgamesh had completely grasped his power.
It was a power called the 'Royal Barrier.'
It was an extremely simple golden barrier that was like a 'golden sword that tore apart divine sparks' and dyed the world.
The effect was also very simple. Any individual who was too far away from Gilgamesh in terms of strength would temporarily lose their strength. Even if they were close to or surpassed Gilgamesh, they could easily suppress more than half of their strength.
What was even more terrifying was that in this barrier, all the heroic spirits he belonged to would obtain extremely high immortality. No matter what kind of damage they received, they could instantly recover. Moreover, they did not have the weakness of a 'spirit core'.
At the same time, whether it was Gilgamesh or the heroic spirit's attacks, they would be imbued with the effect of " God-slaying," which could negate divine power and damage divine sparks.
However, just as he was deep in thought, Gilgamesh seemed to have sensed something.
"Damned bastard!"
Gilgamesh frowned slightly. In his hand, a spirit core was rapidly condensing.
This meant the death of the Heroic Spirit Knight.
It also meant that a strong enemy was coming.
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