Chapter 257: Just a Little Bit Stronger

"However, speaking of which, how did I get blown so far away?"

Su Nian narrowed his eyes, looking at the giant dragon that had been transformed into by Marquis Vauban, which had been blown away by his own light cannon by accident.

It inexplicably had a comedic feel like an anime, just like Huitailang shouting "I will definitely be back!" after being blasted away.

In a sense, saying it like that doesn't seem to be a problem.

Another honorable title for Marquis Vauban is the King of Wolves.

Moreover, with the physical constitution of a Godslayer and the Authority of Marquis Vauban, it really isn't that easy for Vauban to die.

Hmm, judging by Su Nian's output just now, at most he would be severely injured and on the verge of death.

If Su Nian remembers correctly, Vauban still has an Authority that allows him to be reborn once.

There is no need to worry about accidentally killing Vauban.

Having just gotten off the car and about to head toward the residential area, Liliana saw the dark clouds in the sky dissipating and the light cannon that had broken through them.

"Eh?"

Liliana paused and grabbed Erica, who was about to go and disperse the residents on the side.

At this moment, Erica, who was preparing to leap, suddenly stopped and said in surprise.

"Lily, what's wrong?"

"Erica, look?"

Liliana pointed at the dark clouds slowly dispersing in the sky with a surprised tone and said.

"Hmm?"

Erica was stunned, watching Su Nian, who was standing illuminated by the light that had pierced through the clouds, wave at her.

"Come back, it's already over."

Erica's mouth twitched as she looked at the car that hadn't even driven more than a few meters away.

"We only ran a few steps, right?"

The battle is over just like that? It's a good thing Marquis Vauban created such a massive commotion.

It made her think that Sardinia couldn't be saved and was about to sink.

As a result... just this??

She didn't know if she had overestimated Vauban's strength or underestimated Su Nian's strength.

Or is it that the Last King is indeed really this much stronger than a Godslayer?

Liliana couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the era of Godslayers is finally coming to an end?

Seeming to see the doubts of Liliana and Erica, Su Nian slightly made a Korean mocking gesture and said.

"I'm just a little bit stronger than Vauban."

You call this a little bit?

Erica and Liliana's expressions were somewhat distorted; if they remembered correctly, Marquis Vauban had already killed eleven Heretic gods.

Whether it was from the number of Authorities, proficiency with Authorities, or combat experience, Marquis Vauban was the strongest besides that Martial Arts King from the East.

Even that Martial Arts King would at most be evenly matched with Marquis Vauban, or perhaps slightly better.

But how could a clash between Godslayers stop without lasting for several hours?

And how much time has passed now? Marquis Vauban was defeated.

Have they even been gone for a minute?

And that still includes the time Su Nian gave them to retreat.

However, this can also be considered a good thing, right?

Liliana and Erica looked at each other and nodded.

As for the panic and divine miracle caused by this, there will be others to deal with it.

"Shall we go back?" Liliana asked.

"Go back!" Erica nodded and said.

——

On a private jet flying from South America to Europe.

A young man wearing a short-sleeved shirt, flared pants, and sunglasses was sitting in a chair, eating steak with a knife and fork.

Of course, that wasn't any gentlemanly way of eating, but rather a heroic style closer to stabbing the steak with a knife, stuffing it into his mouth, and swallowing it in one go.

It was a good thing that the steak was cut small at the beginning, otherwise the young man's mouth might not have been able to withstand such abuse.

Salvatore Toni.

The Alliance Leader of the Southern European Magic world, a Heterodox genius who knows nothing but the sword.

And at this moment, he was on a connecting flight gifted for free by a South American airline, returning to Europe.

——With the attitude of sending away a plague god.

Having eaten three steaks in a row and finally feeling a bit full, Toni used his mouth, still stained with sauce, to laugh and say to his friend.

"Hey, Andre, aren't you eating? This thing called Wagyu is delicious!"

"No, I'll pass."

Andre Rivera, who was wearing a black butler suit, had the title of "King's Butler," and was also the best friend of the fool in front of him, said with a reluctant expression.

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly so unhappy today?"

Toni muttered while eating the steak that had just been served.

"Didn't I say it didn't matter? Didn't I slaughter that Divine Beast in South America?"

Andre said with deep helplessness.

"When you got on the plane, you told me you were going to the Middle East."

"Didn't I also go to the Middle East? I even sliced up a mountain there and left my autograph; wasn't that pretty good?"

Tony said carelessly, tossing his knife and fork aside and patting his belly.

"Full, I'm full, now I have the energy to keep fighting!"

He let out a burp as he said this, then looked at Andre and said.

"There are gods in Sardinia, right? My subordinates seem to have sent word of this."

Andre took a deep breath and said.

"No!"

"Don't be angry!"

Tony laughed heartily.

"Didn't I just destroy a few cities in South America? Small problem, look, didn't those countries all write letters of apology and forgive me?"

Hearing these words, the corners of Andre's mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times.

Was that forgiving you? That was clearly them being afraid you would casually hack them to death.

With Tony saying things like that, he even wanted to hack Tony to death!

At this moment, Tony picked at his ear and said.

"The plane is heading to Sardinia, right?"

"Don't even think about it, it's not going to Sardinia!"

Andre rolled his eyes and said.

"Hm? But don't you have gods there? Why won't you let me go?"

Tony couldn't help but question him; if Andre weren't his close friend, the mere act of stopping him from going to slay a god would be enough for him to pass a death sentence.

"Or is it that something happened there?"

Speaking of this, Tony's interest grew even higher; what in the world was there that a Godslayer couldn't do?

Andre was silent for a moment, rubbing his temples with a headache.

He didn't know how to tell this big idiot, this sword fanatic, not to go to Sardinia!

After a long while, he sighed and said.

"Subordinates sent word that Marquis Vauban met with trouble in Sardinia."

"Just a short while ago, the current Vauban was brought back to the Balkan by his Knights to recover from his injuries, and he hasn't woken up yet."

"Eh? Who beat the Marquis up like that? Was it a god?"

Tony revealed an eager expression.

"You lunatic, I don't want to lose you as a close friend yet!"

Andre picked up a newspaper from the side and smacked Tony on the head with it.

"Do you want to go seek death that badly?"

"Does it matter?"

Having been hit lightly, Tony wasn't annoyed, but instead said with a grin.

"You!"

Andre was so angry his nose was crooked; he took a deep breath and snorted coldly.

"Forget it, there's no other way this time, I reckon you really can't escape it!"

"Eh? What happened?"

Tony revealed a confused expression.

At this time, Andre took his phone from his pocket, opened his inbox, and tossed it to Tony, saying.

"See for yourself, it's intelligence on the Last King, and he seems to be planning to meet with you."

"Oh? The Last King, what a coincidence? Does he want to fight too?"

"Coincidence?"

Andre was so furious at this sentence that he was burning with rage.

"Do you know what this news implies? Do you know this is a trap?"

"How do you think Marquis Vauban was so heavily injured? Did you not guess?"

"He clearly set up a net in Sardinia waiting for you to walk right into it; perhaps the god in Sardinia before was just a means he used to deal with you!"

Tony scratched his head in confusion.

"What does 'trap' mean? Does he want to host a banquet for me?"

Andre was left completely drained of temper by this; he took a deep breath and said helplessly.

"It means the Last King and several gods plan to ambush you together, and Marquis Vauban was the one who got ambushed and suffered such heavy injuries!"

"Oh, is that so? So there are actually several gods?"

Tony said, somewhat surprised and excited.

"It seems this will indeed be a fierce battle."

"Hey, are you even listening to me at all!"

Andre was even angrier now; he never expected that even knowing there was a danger of losing his life ahead, Tony would still insist on going.

At this moment, Tony picked up a tennis bag from the side, took out a knight's sword, and calmly wiped the blade as he said.

"Andre, do you know which god the Last King is?"

"It seems to be King Arthur; his authority and abilities are unknown, the only thing known is that his sword can unleash attacks beyond imagination."

Andre said with some worry.

"Before, it was relying on that sword that he struck Marquis Vauban into a near-death state in one blow."

"A Holy Sword? I'd like to see which is stronger, the Holy Sword or the Magic Sword."

Tony narrowed his eyes, his fighting spirit igniting as he spoke.

The stronger the enemy he faced, the more excited he became, and the more his fighting spirit boiled.

"King Arthur, is it? In which direction is Sardinia?"

Andre pointed casually in the direction of Sardinia, even though the plane was not flying toward Sardinia.

*Swish! * Two flashes of sword light streaked by.

Andre froze for a moment, then his expression turned to one of horror.

"Tony, don't cut it! There's a cabin door right here!"

"And besides, we're in the sky, the sky! If you cut the plane in half, what are we supposed to do?"

At that moment, Tony smashed open a gap and jumped out, laughing loudly.

"Aren't there parachutes in the plane?"

"You bastard! Get back here!"

Andre used Magic to strengthen his body and rushed forward, but he failed to grab Tony and could only watch helplessly as he jumped down.

"Tony, you just wait! This isn't over!"

——

Sardinia, on a private beach.

Su Nian was wearing swim trunks, lying on the beach, being served by two beautiful girls, Liliana and Erica.

He opened his mouth slightly, and Erica fed him a peeled grape.

Meanwhile, Lily was sitting on his back, applying sunscreen to him.

"Tsk tsk, now this is what you call enjoyment. What kind of life was I living before?"

Su Nian remarked while lying there, admiring Erica's long, fair legs.

As expected of a region trained by a Marquis, they certainly had a unique flair when it came to serving people.

Back when he was the Fourth Progenitor in Strike the Blood, Su Nian had never enjoyed such treatment.

The organizations in the Shixue Kuangxi Shijie were all more restless than the last; none were as sensible or reliable as the small organizations in the Godslayer World.

Suddenly, Su Nian raised an eyebrow, having sensed that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

At that moment, on the distant sea surface, a pure white wave surged into the sky.

Was that a shark? No, it was just someone swimming very fast.

It was a blonde youth wearing sunglasses and a short-sleeved shirt.

(End of chapter)