[That was the rain curtain forged by flames.]
[Balls of flames of various forms, flew down from the sky densely covered with dark clouds.]
[Then, came a series of roars.]
[Flames smashed onto the ground, then burned. That dark red karma fire, tinged with a hint of black light, scorched the earth.]
[No matter if it was mud, flowers and grass, or sturdy buildings, or even innocent humans, merely a slight touch of this flame would directly turn them into ashes.]
[Even spirits without a physical body, if they touched this dark red karma fire, would be ignited by this fire.]
[This karma fire would not extinguish. No matter if it was a technological means, or a miracle of magic, even the most complex magic formula could not extinguish this incomparable karma fire.]
[It roughly covered the entire area of Tokyo. No matter what it was, it was ignited.]
[Any kind of defense was meaningless. Even invisible curses or barriers could absolutely not block the burning of this dark red flame.]
[Even, this karma fire could ignite invisible curses.]
At this moment, looking at this almost incomparably magnificent scene, that picture like purgatory, Liliana couldn't help but lose her composure.
"How... how could this happen?"
The young girl muttered like this, her voice tinged with loss and sadness.
Such immense power, such terrifying authority, could only be achieved by the power of a Godslayer. Anything else, even the highest-ranked magic, would be impossible to ignite the karma fire. Even if one were to reluctantly ignite the karma fire, it would be far from possible to spread it over such a vast area.
The consumed divine power was already beyond human estimation. Even if hundreds of magicians or witches acted together, they would be hard-pressed to compare.
Perhaps, under this blow, there is absolutely no reason for this city to survive.
Looking at the buildings gradually crumbling, listening to the helpless wails, sensing the scorching heat from afar, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
This was the power of karma fire. If one were to truly describe it, calling it a natural disaster would be an understatement.
No, even the vast majority of natural disasters were far from this terrifying.
This was the result of a Devil King named Godslayer intentionally causing it, and it was also why they were called natural disasters.
Perhaps, for someone like the Grass Snake Temple, it was slightly better. Even their greatest destructive power was far from reaching the city.
But, like the King of Swords Donny's 'Return to the Ancient World,' or the Martial Demon King Lu Ping's 'Dragon Tiger Overlord Technique,' and 'Hundred Blossoms Scattering,' and Anne Charmon's 'Magic Bullet Shooter,' and Voban's 'Storm of Fury' and 'Karma Fire Executioner'—these were all powers of a disaster level.
Any one such authority, once unleashed, could cause enough destruction to wipe out a city, and even turn a country into flat land.
That was the true reliance of a Godslayer.
"It really looks exaggerated, it must be that fellow who did it, that fellow named Voban."
Kardelen looked at this incredibly beautiful, purgatorial scene and couldn't help but sigh.
Such power, such terrifying authority, indeed surpassed the scope of what they, the so-called witches, could comprehend.
"Our King does not possess such authority."
Liliana said this, her words tinged with loss. In her eyes, which were as clear as the sky, at this moment, they seemed dim and lifeless.
Even if this blow was not unleashed by Gilgamesh, even if such a crime could be placed upon Voban.
But, wasn't it the high and mighty, mysterious Gilgamesh who attracted Voban?
Liliana couldn't help but smile bitterly, her face tinged with a hint of sorrow.
She lightly touched the holy sword beside her, named Durandal, feeling its gentle aura, and couldn't help but sigh in relief.
"Then, I must go into that city to help those innocent people, Kardelen, you guard here."
Saying this, she lightly bit her silver teeth, and without a trace of hesitation, unfastened the holy sword from her waist.
The holy sword, named Durandal, at this moment radiated a gentle and pure white light, seemingly responding to the young girl's firm determination.
"Then, Durandal, you take it first, and give it back to me when I return."
The young girl said this, her words carrying a faint unwillingness.
"But!"
Kardelen wanted to refuse, but the holy sword was forcefully shoved into her embrace.
"That is karma fire. Even if it's Durandal, a treasure, it will turn into ashes."
These words came from the young girl's mouth, as if she didn't care about her own danger at all. On her incomparably delicate face, which resembled a fairy, she wore a steadfast smile.
However, what kind of loss was hidden behind that faint smile?
"So I can't possibly take the treasure bestowed by the King, and rush into a dangerous place."
Listening to such words, Kardelen's mouth twitched.
However, the next moment, the young girl in the knight's gown transformed into countless faint blue light particles filling the sky.
That was an ability possessed only by Heroic Spirits, called "Spirit Body Manifestation."
Even if one could use magic to determine the location of the spirit body, feeling Liliana's resolve, even if it was for her own master's sake, Kardelen was nonetheless unable to raise any objection to the young girl's plan.
That was a saint. It was an incomparably sacred existence, a fellow not understood by this world. This was how it was. Such a shore, such utter perfection, could only make people unable to resist their thoughts.
"Truly, martial luck prospers, Liliana."
As if adapting to local customs, Kardelen said this. Even though there was still a forced smile on her face, her profound eyes carried a hint of tears.
On the other side, dozens of kilometers away from the burning Tokyo, a pitch-black figure slowly emerged.
"Truly an incredible fellow. It seems I'm getting old and useless too."
That was a voice tinged with old age, and his old face carried an incomparably monstrous look.
Even though he was incomparably old, he didn't show the slightest hint of a senile old man.
Voban, at this moment, returned to the human world from the Netherworld once again.
"This hunt has truly made my heart surge. The King of Heroes Gilgamesh is indeed a worthy opponent."
Voban, who was clearly instantly killed as if being crushed, spoke so brazenly.
"Those endless treasures, and that incomparable wealth, are truly terrifying."
He said this, but a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Then, for the next hunt, King of Heroes among heroes, I won't make you wait long!"
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