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That was an extremely solemn palace.
Deep red mingled with jet black, and the intricate patterns were outlined by golden threads, depicting magnificent scrolls.
Luxurious decorations, and a crimson throne.
This was the territory ruled by a man named Marquis Voban, that incredibly cruel man.
And at this moment, someone, rarely seen, was standing there.
It was a knight in heavy armor.
What appeared to be incredibly thick armor was complemented by a sharp longsword strapped to his waist, one without a scabbard.
Coupled with that unyielding, expressionless face, one could say it was the most standard knight's appearance.
Indeed, that was correct. This was a knight, a knight who had been alive decades ago, and whose heroic spirit had blossomed.
At this moment, he stood beneath that throne, on the dark red soft carpet. Forget about any kind of kneeling knightly etiquette; not even the most basic courtesy was displayed.
Furthermore, there was an aura of arrogance that could be considered deliberate.
This fellow truly came with ill intentions.
"So, what is your purpose, knight?"
At this moment, the solemn atmosphere and the slightly sticky air, accompanied by that heavy presence, were easily broken by Voban's words.
"Tell me, is your purpose to challenge me?"
That was a kind tone, like that of an elderly gentleman, although his voice carried a hint of pride, it was completely devoid of any maliciousness.
One could say that this man, who had reached the pinnacle of human capability, who had defeated a god and become a Demon King, was absolutely perfect in his demeanor and conduct. The contrast between his status and tone made it impossible for anyone to feel even a sliver of malice.
However, this was merely a facade.
Looking humble and kind, this elderly gentleman was nothing more than a facade held by the God Slayer named Voban.
This guy, if he wasn't confident in hunting his prey, would absolutely not reveal any of his sharp teeth.
And precisely because of this, he was able to accomplish his incredible feats.
"I bring the intelligence from His Highness to you."
A rough voice, hoarse like sand, spat out from that man's mouth.
He didn't care at all how powerful, how noble, how unmatched the person in front of him was.
If it weren't for the king he was loyal to, he probably would have already drawn his sharp sword and fiercely slashed at this damnable fellow.
After all, for those who started in that era, Marquis Voban would often personally settle their grievances.
But even so, he had to endure, at least until he completed the mission given by the king he was loyal to.
"Giryu... killed that fellow Tony."
Marquis Voban couldn't help but sigh softly, a hint of loss in his voice.
Indeed, the target he was hunting, a man named Tony, had died at the hands of Giryu a few days ago.
"Although I must be grateful for this favor, that fellow Tony, the King of Swords, is my enemy. It's a pity that I've lost the chance to take revenge. This is truly a loss."
Marquis Voban said this, his words filled with deep dissatisfaction.
Indeed, Tony was very strong, even surpassing many God Slayers, but compared to Voban, he was still far behind.
So, rather than saying Giryu helped him get revenge, it would be more appropriate to say Giryu stole his prey.
"This has nothing to do with me. His Highness the Hero King ordered me to bring information about the 'Gods of Disobedience'."
The knight spoke slowly, his words carrying a hint of biting hostility.
Undoubtedly, that was malice directed at Marquis Voban.
"Gods of Disobedience? They are indeed good prey."
The old man suddenly sat up straight on the luxurious throne, his body slightly stiff at the waist.
"What a pleasant surprise. So, where is the so-called God of Disobedience?"
He asked impatiently, his voice filled with inexplicable joy and fervor.
"The Gods of Disobedience are located in the island nation of the Far East. There are two pillars in total, both are heroes of steel who slew dragons. They are Sun Wukong of Disobedience and Susanoo of Disobedience."
The knight said lightly, a trace of coldness on his face.
Perhaps he also knew that doing so would mean what kind of disaster for the people he was about to visit, but what did it matter?
Whether it was a duel, a conflict, or that tumultuous battlefield.
Which one wasn't constantly devouring countless lives? In this region, these knights, as weapons of war, lacked any sense of restraint.
The lives that died at their hands were probably already enough to pave mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
What's more, it's only like this.
"Sun Wukong of Disobedience is located in the Saiyuki Palace built in the island nation, while Susanoo of Disobedience is located in the Netherworld."
As he said this, his eyes burned with battle intent.
"So, this is the mission His Highness has given me."
Saying this, the knight drew the longsword from his waist.
The shining silver blade reflected his resolute expression, like a face meticulously carved from marble.
"Marquis Voban, you will be fighting me. The blood debts of those knights from before will be settled by me!"
Such words, spoken from this knight's mouth, made his determination and resolve in his words all the more evident.
"Truly, a boring fellow."
...
However, responding to him was Voban's extremely light chuckle.
"With such good prey, I have no need to waste time with you. If you're smart, retreat yourself."
His face showed a thick disdain.
Indeed, no matter how powerful a knight, they were simply too insignificant before a God Slayer.
However, that knight responded to Voban's words with the longsword in his hand.
That was a simple, straightforward thrust, but the decades of arduous training contained within it were so terrifying.
One could say it was a perfect move.
However, it was easily dodged.
It was a longsword covered in dust. There were many shattered cracks on it.
And gripping this sword was a life that had already died.
That was a knight, the strongest among knights, at the level of a Great Knight.
At this moment, he had become a deceased person, guarding the fellow he was originally supposed to challenge.
That was authority, from Auslese, the authority called 'Knight of the Underworld'.
One after another, knights wearing broken armor, who had already died, emerged from the shadows.
Longswords aimed at the silver-armored figure.
Such numbers, such a scale, and such arrogant strength.
What meaning did that have for this knight?