The Authorities gained from slaying those gods would definitely convert into no small number of points.
But if that were all there was to it, he would never be this confident.
After all—
Martial King: “Are you trying to say you have more Authorities than I do?”
The Most Ancient God-Slayer: “I won’t be reclaiming my own Authorities, but from now on, every Heretic God that appears will be my prey for the taking.”
The Most Ancient God-Slayer: “And you—even if you hunt down the Heretic Gods shown in the memory records, that still doesn’t put you on equal footing with me.”
The Most Ancient God-Slayer: “Luo Hao, you and I are different.”
The Most Ancient God-Slayer: “Your pride won’t allow you to summon Heretic Gods. You’ll only wait passively for them to descend on their own.”
The Most Ancient God-Slayer: “That is the biggest difference between you and me.”
The Most Ancient God-Slayer: “If I don’t have a sacred relic, I’ll go find one or take one by force. If I don’t have enough shrine maidens, I’ll plunder them and force others to hand over more. I don’t care how many casualties the process causes—I only care about the result.”
The Most Ancient God-Slayer: “In the past, I might have considered the countries that had God-Slayers. But now? Heh.”
The Most Ancient God-Slayer: “No one can stop my resolve to grow stronger.”
The Most Ancient God-Slayer: “As for China—I’ll give you and the group leader that much face. Even if it’s a different world, I won’t make a move there.”
The Most Ancient God-Slayer: “In the future, you’ll only be staring at my back.”
Marquis Voban was different from other God-Slayers in one major way—no one could restrain him.
He did whatever he pleased and took delight in slaying gods. That was his defining trait.
He would do all sorts of reckless things in order to grow stronger.
Especially now that he’d seen the possibility of breaking through the limits of the God-Slayer rank!
His greed for Heretic Gods had become even more unhinged than before.
Back then, the main reason he’d set his sights on Japan was simply because it had no God-Slayer. But that didn’t mean he was afraid of God-Slayers from other countries—he just found them troublesome and a waste of time.
Now, it wasn’t just Japan anymore. He wouldn’t spare any country except China.
A little trouble? Was he really incapable of handling it?
Luo Hao’s personality meant she could never do such things! That was also why he was certain that he would break through the God-Slayer’s rank faster than she would.
As long as he surpassed Luo Hao just this once, she would only be able to watch his back from then on.
One step behind meant falling behind at every step.
Luo Hao read Voban’s message and said nothing.
Just as Voban had said, she almost never took the initiative to summon Heretic Gods.
The ritual for summoning a Heretic God could easily cause casualties among the shrine maidens if anything went wrong—that was the first reason.
The second was that after she realized that continuing to slay gods wouldn’t increase her strength, she’d lost interest in doing so altogether.
Even now, knowing that those Authorities could be converted into a large number of points that might give her more chances to break free of the God-Slayer’s restraints, she still wouldn’t change her ways.
As a king, she had her own distinct character. It had been that way in the past, and it would be that way in the future.
She wouldn’t change her behavior just because of what anyone said.
If she acted just like Marquis Voban, could she still be considered Luo Hao?
A faint smile curved at the corner of Luo Hao’s lips. How amusing.
Surpass her?
If you can do it, then by all means, go ahead and try, Voban.
Unlike you, who values your Authorities so much that you can’t bear to part with the ones you’re so familiar with…
To me, they have always been nothing more than tools for battle.
If casting them aside would allow my path—which has already reached its limit—to extend into new territory, then I would not hesitate for even a moment.
The members of the chat group read Voban’s message and fell silent as well.
Having learned about the God-Slayers, they had a deep understanding of Voban’s words. Even if they disapproved of his actions, they weren’t in a position to criticize him.
God-Slayers were not beings who could be regulated by morality or law.
They themselves had long since transcended all rules.
They did as they pleased, without restraint.
They could no longer even be defined as human.
The titles given to them in the original story clearly reflected this.
Campione—God-Slayer—is a tyrant.
For he has slain the gods of heaven and seized the supreme divine powers they held.
Campione—God-Slayer—is a king.
For he wields the Authorities stolen from the gods and rules over the mortals of the earth.
Campione—God-Slayer—is a demon lord.
For no mortal living in this world possesses the power to oppose him!
This is what it means to be a God-Slayer—beings who stand above all others in the world of Campione.
This was a chat group. Every member came from a different world, and they all had different identities.
Angels, demons, spirits, humans…
They had different beliefs, different laws, different morals, and different customs. So they couldn’t impose the standards of their own worlds on people from other worlds.
Marquis Voban was willing to show the group leader some face and spare China in that world.
But the other nations…
Would Voban show them any consideration?
Did Tony Stark’s displayed abilities warrant Voban’s attention?
Would Voban be wary of Tendou Souji’s Kabuto form?
Even if they were stronger than Voban, what difference did that make? To travel to another world, you needed the consent of that world’s original member.
What could they possibly do to stop Voban?
Child of Nature: “Protect your own world yourself.”
Child of Nature: “If you can’t even protect the lives in your own world, what right do you have to dream of changing another?”
The world of Ultraman Tiga.
Daigo took out the Sparklence from his pocket and stared at it for a long time without saying a word.
Precisely because he now knew what other worlds looked like, he had to protect his own even more.
Peace—it was truly too precious.
The world of Jackie Chan Adventures.
Having won his battle against Uchiha Madara, Shendu let out a contemptuous chuckle and turned his gaze to the chat group.
His eyes eventually locked onto Marquis Voban.
“It’s only a few shrine maidens.”
In the real world, wars between any nations wouldn’t claim just that few lives.
If even wars between humans cost so many, then what about humans versus Heretic Gods? Most people couldn’t even qualify to lay eyes on a Heretic God—they could only foolishly regard them as natural disasters.
In a sense, Voban slaying Heretic Gods was actually a good thing for humanity.
As for the possibility that the ritual might cause the deaths of shrine maidens?
That number was so small it wasn’t even worth a second glance from Shendu.
If the deaths of those shrine maidens could bring peace to those people, wouldn’t many be willing to accept it?
After all, it wasn’t them dying.
The strong were always entitled to privileges. Even if they were to follow rules, those rules should be defined by beings of equal or greater status—not by a bunch of ants.
What strong being would follow the rules set by “ants”?
Shendu let out a cold laugh.
