"I'm using God Slayer Magic that can kill even gods! No matter what other tricks you have, you can't possibly be my match!"
Feeling insulted, Zancrow immediately drew out every last bit of magic power within him.
He had been toying with his opponent like a cat with a mouse, crushing him all the way. Yet now, he had been outmaneuvered by some unknown magic. How could someone as proud as him swallow that humiliation?
"Flame God's Dinner!"
Black flames once again enveloped his hands before transforming into two enormous pincers that viciously snapped toward Hawking.
This move carried both the magical damage of flames and terrifying physical force.
"Dodon Ray!"
Hawking simply raised a hand. An incredibly condensed Dodon Ray shot from his finger, piercing straight through Zancrow's heart and killing him in a single blow.
His time was limited. It simply was not worth wasting time on trash at Zancrow's level. Using two moves on him was already giving him too much credit.
As for Zancrow's God Slayer Magic, Hawking was somewhat interested. Lost Magic enhanced with god-slaying attributes could prove useful in the future if properly developed. After all, there were quite a few gods in the Marvel World.
But since Zancrow had learned his God Slayer Magic from Hades, Hawking could just extract it from Hades's memories later. There was no need to waste time on Zancrow.
"That's impossible."
Zancrow touched the hole in his chest, disbelief filling his eyes. Then, his life faded away, and he collapsed to the ground.
He was one of the Seven Kin of Purgatory, and he wielded Lost Magic capable of slaying gods. He had clearly been effortlessly crushing his opponent moments ago, so why had he now been so easily killed in one move?
Was that reasonable?
Could it