Marquis Voban gazed into the distance. Even across the boundaries of worlds, he could almost make out the figures of those two—the Shendu and Luo Hao.
Someday, he would defeat them both.
And Kusanagi Godou, too.
A flicker of coldness crept into Marquis Voban’s eyes. A king who grovels before the higher-ups is unworthy of the title “Demon King”—and even more unworthy of being a Godslayer!
His very existence was a mistake.
And he would snuff that mistake out!
Slay a god? Hah. He’d like to see how this so-called Godslayer manages that with him getting involved.
The War God Verethragna. The God-King Melqart.
Two fine trophies!
And then there was Sun Wukong, Athena… He wouldn’t let a single one of these Heretic Gods escape.
As for the Martial King of this world, Luo Hao—now that she hadn’t joined the chat group, she was no longer worthy of being his rival.
And adopting some islander as a sworn younger brother? What a farce.
At that thought, Marquis Voban let out a cold chuckle. Then he turned his gaze to the empty space in front of him and spoke, his voice icy:
“Come.”
“Your Grace, please command me.”
As his words faded, a knight in full armor appeared before Voban, kneeling on one knee and speaking with reverence.
“Prepare a holy relic to summon a Heretic God.”
Marquis Voban’s killing intent exploded outward.
In the past, as Luo Hao had said, Authorities were merely tools for battle—no matter how many he gathered, his strength wouldn’t fundamentally change.
But now he had joined the chat group, and he could sell those Authorities for points.
Even if the Heretic Gods of this world were far weaker than the high-ranking deities of myths, their divine Authorities still commanded a hefty price.
Treasures from other worlds, enhancements to his own abilities—all of these required points. With enough points, he could break past the limits of a Godslayer in record time.
“I will slay gods!”
The murderous tone made the kneeling knight tremble. He spoke with dread in his voice:
“Your Grace, we’ve used up all our holy relics.”
“And the shrine maidens…”
Summoning a Heretic God was no simple ritual. The right timing, the right place, the right conditions—everything had to align. It required not only relics but also shrine maidens with spirit vision and summoning magic.
And even then, success wasn’t guaranteed.
What’s worse, not only were they out of relics, but the shrine maidens had been exhausted from Voban’s relentless thirst for Heretic Gods.
“If we’re out of shrine maidens, go demand more from other nations.”
“If we’re out of relics, go find more.”
“John Bull, the Lighthouse, the Island Nation, Hans Cat—do I need to teach you how to handle this?!”
Marquis Voban’s tone was glacial.
Aside from Luo Hao, he was the strongest Godslayer in the world.
Kusanagi Godou—if it weren’t for the fact that he was the protagonist of this world, what right did he have to stand against him, let alone defeat him?
“Yes, Your Grace.”
Feeling the growing hostility in Voban’s voice, the knight dared not say another word.
After all, Voban wasn’t just the strongest among all Godslayers—unchallenged except by China’s Martial King. He was also the most savage in temperament. One wrong move, and you’d end up dead by his hand.
The knight bore his king’s command and departed, leaving Marquis Voban alone in the hall.
“Kusanagi Godou… you are the one I will never acknowledge!”
The memory of his defeat at Kusanagi’s hands flashed through his mind—along with the Shendu’s mockery. Voban clenched his fists so hard his knuckles went white.
Losing to any other Godslayer—he could, to some extent, accept the shame and reflect on his own shortcomings.
But the seventh Godslayer from the story?
No battle sense. Zero situational awareness. Combat ability so weak it was laughable.
Like a wild boar that had just gained power, charging blindly across the battlefield—never able to fully utilize its strength.
And whenever danger came, he’d rely on some woman kissing him and swing that golden sword around.
As a king, he had no dignity—still acting like an ordinary high schooler.
How could he possibly accept being defeated by that?
Protagonist? Hah.
From today on, there would be only one king in this world—
Me—Voban!
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Inside the chat group:
Be My Son: “Kulalala, the Shendu’s strength is indeed no joke.”
Be My Son: “Speed, power, regeneration, combat techniques… No wonder you were able to beat Marquis Voban.”
Whitebeard sighed in the chat group.
After Voban’s fight with the Shendu, he’d also gone to spar with the Shendu once.
In terms of destructive power, the Shendu’s flames were certainly on par with his Gura Gura no Mi. And in speed and strength, the Shendu had completely overwhelmed him. Even when he went all out and inflicted considerable wounds on the Shendu, the latter simply used the Horse Talisman’s healing ability to recover instantly.
Still, he’d come prepared for the fight—he knew full well how terrifying the twelve talismans were.
With the Horse and Dog Talismans, the Shendu could remain undefeated against anyone who wasn’t vastly superior to him.
Shendu: “You’re not bad yourself.”
Shendu: “The World’s Strongest Man—well-deserved reputation.”
Having beaten both Voban and Whitebeard in succession, the Shendu was in high spirits.
This was his true strength!
As for those so-called “humiliating memory copies”—none of that had anything to do with him.
He never lost!
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “To be fair, the Shendu is pretty strong.”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “If you can’t take away his twelve talismans, then unless your power far exceeds his, you’re not beating him.”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “Sealing techniques, though—that might work.”
Su Yunqing thought the failures of Whitebeard and the others were perfectly understandable. The Shendu’s power was undeniable.
Sure, he’d been sealed and humiliated in the story, but his strength was never weak.
The twelve talismans were his power—it wasn’t right to separate the two.
In the current chat group, only Angel Yan could probably suppress him. But even she couldn’t kill him.
The Dog Talisman’s immortality was one thing, but more importantly, Angel Yan didn’t know any sealing arts.
Bai Xuan might be able to do it too. Though he never boasted about his abilities, his [Natural Authority] was likely up to the task.
When you think about Reinhard from Re:Zero, Bai Xuan’s cheat abilities seemed on par with his.
Uchiha Dance King: “@Shendu, how about a fight?”
He’d wanted to spar with the Shendu before Whitebeard, but the old man had beaten him to it.
Seeing Whitebeard also fall to the Shendu, Uchiha Madara’s battle lust burned even hotter.
Shendu: “Oh? You want to dance too?”
Shendu: “Uchiha Madara.”
Shendu: “I grant you a defeat!”
