God Slayers are feared for their strength, but they are not merely takers.
After all, even before the birth of God Slayers, people in the magic world knew that humanity had always suffered from the ravages of Heretic Gods.
Perhaps it was due to the nature of divine power.
When a Heretic God appeared, those without magical power could not see the true form of the Heretic God with their naked eyes.
Therefore, most disasters in history were explained as natural disasters or man-made calamities.
People with magical power or other strange abilities, although able to see Heretic Gods, naturally had all information related to them blocked to maintain social stability.
People tried to fight against the Gods.
Even governments would, under the guise of military exercises, unite with Magic Societies to strike at descending Heretic Gods.
However, the results were minimal.
Only the existence of God Slayers could inflict effective damage on Heretic Gods, and even slay them.
It is precisely because of this.
God Slayers possess unparalleled power and status.
Correspondingly.
While enjoying convenience, when a Heretic God descends, God Slayers also have the responsibility and obligation to slay the deity.
And this is also the reason why Bai Chen made his request.
No matter what, the first thing to solve is the stronghold problem.
With a stronghold, all actions will be much more convenient.
After Bai Chen finished speaking, silence fell for a while.
A few seconds later.
The elderly Kranjcar let out a smile that was neither sarcastic nor mocking.
Immediately, the old man reined in his smile and looked at him with a deep gaze.
"...What an ignorant brat, does he think the Bronze Black Cross is some street gang?"
Even Diana felt that this young man was a bit too arrogant.
Although her disciple's testimony indicated that he possessed considerable power, how could the Bronze Black Cross be just any random organization?
The Knights Templar, who ran rampant in Europe during the Middle Ages, were both knights and descendants of magicians, children of God.
This is the origin of the Bronze Black Cross.
At the same time, it is one of the strongest Magic Societies in all of Italy.
The only one that could compare to it was the Red Copper Black Cross.
"Mr. Bai Chen... please don't speak nonsense."
Liliana showed a pleading look.
She was naturally grateful to Bai Chen for saving her from the Marquis's inferno, but that didn't mean she would condone some of his actions.
Then, the girl turned to look at her grandfather.
"Grandpa, please don't blame Mr. Bai Chen, he... he was just spouting nonsense, please forgive his rudeness."
"Hmph!"
Seeing Liliana plead for him, the old man let out a heavy snort.
"Considering you saved Liliana, I'll pretend I didn't hear this nonsense."
He was, after all, the Commander-in-chiefs of the Bronze Black Cross. If the young man truly had some ability, he wouldn't fail to see it.
Moreover, it was normal not to believe a guest who suddenly said he wanted to become the master.
"Liliana, take your savior down, I don't have time to fool around with a brat right now."
"Yes, Grandpa."
Liliana nodded, then walked in front of Bai Chen.
"I'll take you out."
However, Bai Chen shook his head, refusing Liliana's kindness.
"Do I look like I'm lying?"
With strength as a foundation, one can possess courage and confidence.
The atmosphere, which should have dissipated, became tense again.
At this point, even Liliana found it hard to smooth things over.
"Brat, are you serious?"
Old Kraničar narrowed his eyes.
"If you persist in your stubbornness, I can consider this a provocation to the Bronze Black Cross."
"Not a provocation, a warning."
Bai Chen met the old man's gaze without flinching, and raised his voice.
"Bronze Black Cross, I, as a 'King,' now demand your obedience."
"Obedience?!"
The old man had just stood up from his chair when he suddenly remembered that the previous sentence contained a word of crucial importance to a Magic Society.
King?
As one of Italy's largest Magic Societies, even the President had no right to command them.
Only an existence honored as a "King" could.
And the only one who could call himself "King," besides a chuunibyou brat, was just one.
Thinking of this, Old Kraničar suddenly realized that something was amiss.
Combining Liliana's testimony, it could be inferred that Marquis Woban, Siegfried, and the Sword King had fought their way out of the ritual site.
This meant that his granddaughter hadn't directly seen the Heretic God die by the hand of the Marquis or the Sword King.
And he had subconsciously assumed that the Heretic God would only be slain by the two God Slayers.
This was a very normal thought for them as spellcasters to have.
But... what if?
If the young man who had the confidence to say these words in the headquarters of the Bronze Black Cross wasn't a madman, then there was only one outcome.
The old man's gaze wavered.
When he looked at Bai Chen again, his eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.
Slaying a God was a miracle that ordinary people could not achieve.
Therefore, he simply dared not imagine what it would mean if it succeeded.
"It seems you still don't quite believe me."
Bai Chen knew that verbal conjecture was far less convincing than facing the facts directly.
Then, instinctively, he unleashed his magical power.
In an instant.
A storm erupted throughout the room..