Chapter 162: Red Cross's Thoughts? War in Ghost Town!
After the inducement plan was finalized, the members of the Magic Society immediately began to arrange the battlefield, while Arthur went straight to the luxurious suite on the top floor of the clubhouse.
As soon as the service staff closed the door, Guinevere and Lancia successively removed their disguises.
The former went into the kitchen to prepare refreshments, while Lancia knelt on one knee, a look of confusion on her face.
"My King, there is still one thing this subject does not understand."
"Lord Lancia, are you asking why I chose such a circuitous method?"
Arthur carelessly stroked Fou's fur in his arms, and the pure white cub yawned comfortably.
"I never reject the mission itself. But before passing its death sentence, I must personally confirm whether the other party truly deserves to die."
Upon hearing this, Lancia silently stood up and waited by his side, no longer speaking.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A regular knocking sound rang out, followed by a steady male voice from outside the door.
"Excuse me, Red Cross Paul and Erica request an audience."
Guinevere and Lancia in the kitchen exchanged glances, instantly disappearing from sight. Arthur picked up the drowsy Fou and spoke indifferently.
"Come in."
As his voice fell, Paul and Erica entered one after another, bowing respectfully.
"The target was overjoyed after receiving news of the Disobedient God and has confirmed his return. He is expected to arrive in Rome tomorrow morning."
Arthur nodded slightly: "Good efficiency. Where are the materials I requested?"
Erica immediately stepped forward and presented a document detailing Salvatore Doni's life.
"After the Godslayers, the target's past information is severely lacking in reference value. Please do not use this as a basis for combat, my King."
Arthur took the document, his gaze sweeping over it quickly, his tone calm and unruffled.
"Don't misunderstand, I never thought of finding a strong person's weakness in this pile of documents."
"Oh… the Silver Hand that tears. Is that why his title is 'Sword King'?"
As he spoke, Doni's life story had fully entered his eyes, and Arthur had made his judgment.
The rest was to witness it personally.
"I imagine you also don't want to see Rome turn into ruins, so where was the combat location chosen?"
When discussing official business, Paul took a step forward, not daring to be negligent.
"There's a high-end residential project in northern Rome that was abandoned due to an economic crisis. Now, only an empty Ghost Town remains."
Arthur closed the document, a hint of unconcealed mockery flashing in his eyes.
"Disobedient Gods and Godslayerss are indeed destructive, but you don't have to treat combat as a demolition team, do you?"
Paul's rugged face twitched slightly. Being serious by nature, he didn't know how to respond to the jest.
Instead, it was Erica, whose face always radiated nobility and confidence, who broke into a spirited smile and spoke eloquently.
"Uncle, the King does not see himself as a god or a demon king. Why overthink a little jest?"
Arthur observed the red-clad young girl, who always exuded confidence, his brow slightly raised, and his tone shifted.
"I've noted the assistance from the Red Cross and others."
"If there are no surprises, by this time tomorrow, you can discuss a new order."
Paul heard the distant aloofness in his words and subtly glanced at Erica, whose expression was as usual. The two then bowed and withdrew.
On the way down from the top floor, Paul lowered his voice.
"According to historical records, that person will leave the present world on his own after eliminating all Godslayerss. Erica, do you really not need to…?"
"Uncle!"
Erica raised her hand to stop him, her gaze back at the suite becoming meaningful.
"I am not doing this for the Red Cross, but purely out of an uncontrollable curiosity for that 'King' himself."
'It's precisely because I can't understand your curiosity that I've been trying to persuade you!'
Paul was filled with bitterness, which ultimately turned into a long sigh.
"If that's the case, I will notify the Red Cross to send the items as soon as possible. You… please be careful."
…
A night passed without incident, and dawn broke over the Ghost Town.
As the first ray of morning light pierced the night, Arthur stood alone in the center of the abandoned city.
The figures of Lancia and Guinevere flickered in the distance, anxiously sending mental messages.
"My King, at least let this subject participate in the battle with you!"
"Godslayers Demon Kings are beings beyond common sense, please reconsider!"
Arthur clenched his fist as if no one else was there, feeling the vast, ocean-like cursed power surging within him.
This was an absolute power, completely different from the past, capable of destroying heaven and earth.
"No need for more words. I am neither reckless nor stubborn."
He looked up into the distance, and the silhouette of an armed helicopter appeared on the horizon.
The sharp sword energy from it, aiming to cleave heaven and earth, locked onto him from afar, causing his skin to prickle with pain!
"It's just that I urgently need to confirm my own strength, that's all."
Feeling the pressure of the sharp sword energy, Lancia and Guinevere's expressions became solemn. After exchanging glances, they could only obey the King's command and retreat to a distance to observe the battle.
At the same time, a tiny black dot leaped out of the helicopter, plummeting like a meteor!
Boom—!!!
The earth wailed!
The opponent slammed into the ground with unadorned force, and a terrifying shockwave spread out in a ring, blasting all the surrounding houses into ruins and filling the sky with dust!
Arthur waved his hand casually, and invisible, colorless thousand winds swept out, instantly blowing away all the dust.
His vision cleared, and a figure was rather comically crawling out of the sunken pit.
The person had brilliant golden hair, wore a vacation-style floral shirt and trousers, and as soon as he crawled out, he waved at Arthur with a cheerful expression.
"Sorry, sorry for making you wait!"
Arthur nodded slightly: "Salvatore Doni, the Sword King of Italy, do you have any attachment to the authorities you gained from slaying a god?"
"Huh?"
Doni, while brushing off the dust on his clothes, showed the purest confusion.
"I mean, are you really a Disobedient God? Why are you so reasonable?"
"But this sword energy on you is genuine… how strange."
Hearing Doni's soliloquy, a genuine look of confusion flashed in Arthur's eyes.
What's going on?
Is Italy's Magic Society truly so disgusted with its own King?
Did they collectively backstab him to the extent of not even revealing his most basic information to the opponent?
"To be a King to your extent is truly an eye-opener for me."
Before his words finished, Arthur raised his right hand high, and the Salvation God Sword, carrying brilliant lightning, appeared with a roar, its fierce killing intent instantly enveloping the entire scene!
Doni's seemingly single-minded brain finally sensed a deadly threat. A needle-like prickling sensation came from his skin, and he immediately drew a knight's longsword from his back!
「I hereby swear, I shall sever all things in this world! Silver Hand, by this oath, transform into an invincible blade that can cut through anything!」
As the Incantation fell, a pure steel color covered Doni's right arm and spread to the knight's sword he tightly gripped, gleaming with a deadly silver light that could tear apart all things!
The next moment, a slash, piercing heaven and earth!
Facing this supreme strike, capable of severing mountains and tearing oceans, Arthur did not meet it but instead frowned deeply.
An absurd thought surfaced in his mind—
Perhaps this time he had truly misjudged?
Godslayerss are extremely dangerous!