The temperature in Italy during summer could be considered pleasant, but the bright and dazzling sunlight would not change at all no matter where it was.
In the clear blue sky, the pure white iron bird was soaring at high speed along the designated trajectory. The roar of the engine and the sound of the wings breaking through the air were extremely ear-piercing and annoying.
Milan's airport was considered a good human creation. At this moment, a young man was standing under the dazzling sunlight like the other people who were waiting for their friends or relatives to arrive.
Of course, to him, that was his enemy. Perhaps it was not wrong.
The plane that Gilgamesh was riding on was not the newest model, and it was definitely not huge among its kind. However, the cabin that was more than ten meters long and the long wingspan made it look extremely spectacular, making people sigh at the masterpiece of mankind.
No matter what kind of person it was, they would be smashed into meat paste by the powerful force if they were hit by that extremely high speed. However, the private plane that had been strengthened by magic would definitely be unharmed.
Except…
The one who was called the Demon King, the one who killed the God of Disobedience, the one who was enough to be the uncrowned ruler of the human world...
The Godslayer was definitely an extraordinary existence. It was absolutely, absolutely, a natural disaster in this world.
At this moment, the young man named Tony at the airport was also one of the seven members of the Calamity. Moreover, he was considered to be the most difficult type to deal with.
He did not wait in the crowd. Instead, he used the surgical method to cover himself. He stood on the airport runway that was covered in sunlight and looked at the dazzling sunlight that ordinary people would definitely not be able to endure.
After a long time,
"Why isn't it here yet? My blood has been boiling for a long time.”
Words like a fool and a hot-blooded fool came out of the young man's mouth, but his face remained calm.
Under the blazing summer sun, this young man was like a small tree that had just been planted and was swaying in the wind. There was a calm and refreshing smile on his face, but the determination, determination, and absolutely extraordinary courage on his body was not something that ordinary people could bear.
At this moment, the fellow who was mocked by the other magicians and knights as a fool was waiting like an idiot. He didn't even consider whether the information he received was accurate.
However, there was no need to doubt it. That king's whereabouts were extremely high-profile. It was even more exaggerated than this 'Sword King' who was a martial arts fanatic.
Besides, both of them were god-slaying beings, so Tony would never doubt his own 'kindred' because only those with endless persistence and determination could complete the great cause of killing gods and become the so-called Demon King.
Those opportunistic villains didn't even have the qualifications to stand in front of them.
However, this wait would probably end here.
"Aiya, aiya, aren't you here? Lord Hero King, you must have heard my request as a powerful enemy!”
Tony looked at the private jet that was gradually approaching from the horizon and could not help but say something extremely idiotic. He even revealed an exaggerated smile that was as brilliant as a fool's.
However, his slightly narrowed eyes, as well as the intense and incomparable fighting spirit that could not be ignored, were burning fiercely.
As for how he could tell that Gilgamesh himself was on the plane…
The Godslayer had an extremely strong intuition. In Tony's eyes, the extremely dazzling fluctuation of the curse power on the private plane was even more dazzling than the brilliant sun.
Only the Godslayer could be so powerful.
Therefore, he gently tapped the wooden box on his back with his index finger as if he was estimating something.
"Then, since it's our dear 'countryman', we naturally have to welcome them with incomparable enthusiasm!”
He seemed to be saying something that he did not understand. Then, he ruthlessly threw the slightly vermilion box on his back onto the ground.
Then, he forcefully pried it open and extended his arm, which was not considered strong but was definitely very sturdy, into it.
"Since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony. Greet my fiery passion with joy, Hero King!”
After saying that, he pulled out the item from the box.
It was silver, the silver light that shone under the sun.
No, it was a long sword. It was silver and extremely sharp.
The silver-colored sword was slightly greenish-gray, as if it had some flaws. The sword that should have been straight was slightly uneven, with a slight curve that should not have appeared.
There was no doubt that this was an extremely cheap longsword. Even the forging and tempering experience seemed to be the product of a blacksmith's indifference.
Be it magic, spells, or other precious materials.
No matter what it was, it didn't exist. It was just a low-quality product that any blacksmith could casually forge.
However, it was precisely because of this that the Sword King was different from the others.
That was because the moment he grabbed the sword.
Whether it was that defective sword or that extremely thin youth who could only be considered tall and straight...
They were like unsheathed sharp swords. Their incomparably sharp will, as well as their tenacity and determination that would never fail, were enveloped just like that.
The crudely made sword was like that man's body, arm, and will.
Then, he stepped on the invisible air and firmly stepped on the air.
Countless curses supported his body, and just this extremely crude way of using it allowed him, the Sword King who knew nothing about magic, to temporarily obtain the ability to soar in the air like the highest witch.
Then, he used that resolute tone and faintly chanted an incantation with an extremely sharp will.
"I will not allow anything that I cannot cut to exist!”
A sonorous and powerful tone came out of his mouth, and then, he waved his arms gently.
In the next moment, the sword changed.
A faint silver radiance gradually attached itself to the crudely made cheap longsword, and then it was forged into a different posture.
It was a giant sword.
It was a giant sword that was more than ten meters long and several meters wide, carrying a terrifying aura!
"Then, don't die, Hero King!”
The young man who said this had an extremely fiery smile on his face. It was filled with unparalleled fighting spirit and was like an idiot's bright smile.
Then, that sword, that giant sword...
Carrying an endless, dazzling silver light,
It was as if the world was split into two.
He said ruthlessly,
Slash!
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