The Demon King's Procession

The gates of the underworld closed immediately, Milan was restored, and wisps of flame flowed from Erica's overloaded body after healing her—she fell to the ground, but before she could fall, Miss Surtr grabbed her hand that was about to fall.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?" This beautiful Knight Princess was probably too shocked by the immense reality she had encountered to function properly.

The power of the God of War did not flow towards her—clearly, she had just been regarded as an extension of Miss Surtr's limbs by the Grand Mystic. And when the Curse Power surged toward Miss Surtr, it was completely suppressed for the second time by the Flame-haired maiden with a cold snort and icy will, rendering it inoperable.

Pandora would probably really cry—someone has already remembered the fact that Pandora was the one presiding over this God Slayer Grand Mystery.

But she couldn't be bothered to pay attention, because she had other things to do.

"Go and inform that Council of Sages. I'm very dissatisfied with this title of 'King of Annihilation.'" She pulled the knight up and pinched her pretty, delicate face.

"And... tell me, are there any God Slayer in this world who killed Persephone?"

Chapter 122 The Lord of Fiends's Parade

Ullr's Ragnarok, the Persia God of War and servant of the god of light, is often depicted as a delivery machine in God Slayer stories. His inherent thirst for defeat leads him to subconsciously hold back, revealing weaknesses, regardless of whether he encounters a strong or weak opponent. Even with his own self-contained, perfectly controlled power circle, he will always intentionally or unintentionally create minor flaws, thus giving any enemy an opportunity to defeat him.

After all, this is what a so-called Unwilling God is like. Descended from the Mythical Realm for rebelling against its own mythology, and all its actions on earth revolve around this rebellion— the God of War craves defeat, so defeating all opponents is not its guiding principle. In fact, if it weren't for the inherent dignity of gods and the divine authority of the God of War requiring at least an equal adversary, perhaps it would have surrendered to the stone blocking its path within minutes of its arrival, then contentedly rolled back into the Mythical Realm.

"So, if you go all out from the start, unleashing all ten avatars simultaneously without any slackening, then perhaps there will be a sliver of hope in this battle... Tsk, defeating an opponent who is theoretically at the top of the current world's combat power, but in reality would definitely lose no matter which God Slayer they encounter, is really not something to be happy about at all."

Above the dark continent, Miss Surtr whispered to the wind— the God of War had admitted his defeat and was willing to relinquish his power. And this second Grand Arcane Instrument, activated and then forcibly halted by her, was now suspended in near-space at her will, for her to study and observe, in order to analyze the so-called power's inner structure.

She had no intention of meeting Pandora, the one who controlled the Grand Mystery—it wouldn't make a difference anyway, since she wasn't into young girls or married women, and she had no intention of calling that young Goddess "Mom," thus becoming Epimetheus's illegitimate daughter.

And...

—Something feels off about this world. While it seems largely consistent with the world of the light novel God Slayer!* that I remember, there's a sense that something incredibly serious is hidden in certain details I haven't yet observed.

—What is it?

Miss Surtr tilted her head slightly as she returned to her dark throne. Before her, ten amorphous halos, still in an unstable state, slowly rotated.

Erica had left ten minutes earlier, following her orders to convey the King's will and to arrange various miscellaneous tasks within the local Italy association.

Before Erica left, she was given a thorough briefing on the information about the six existing God Slayer in the world.

There are six existing God Slayer besides herself. They are: Marquis Voban, who lives in the Balkan Peninsula; John Smith, the Hades of the America; Tony, the King of Swords Tony of Italy; Alec, the Black Prince Alec, the Wuxia King Luo Hao of China; and Madam Aisha, whose whereabouts are unknown and who has no fixed homeland.

The titles vary, with the oldest, Marquis Voban, having been active for over two centuries. Although God Slayer are generally considered evenly matched, the current consensus is that this oldest God Slayer the most formidable. Beyond that, the world also unanimously agrees that the Wuxia King Luo Hao is most skilled in combat.

But that doesn't matter, at least not to Miss Surtr.

The key point is that the third-ranking God Slayer in the existing list, born in India, is Shudra woman who claims to never fight, having never experienced a single battle since birth, and whose powers all originated from coincidence or accident. Madam Aisha the only one whose title is not "Queen."

The first deity that this elusive Madam Aisha killed was none other than Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld of the Underworld.

—Even though it's just a coincidence of names, it still feels really unsettling. I had promised Persephone I would protect her and keep her safe. But now I've learned of the death of her alternate body in the dream world... This subtle sense of betrayal makes me want to kill something to vent my anger.

—Seriously, the Queen of the Queen of the Underworld? Even if someone were to be killed, I should be the one to do it... And someone actually calls themselves the King of the Underworld? What the hell is that? Are they trying to take something from me? I have this feeling that anyone who holds that title is just a nuisance...

—It's decided. If I decide to become an enemy of the God Slayer later, I'll take down these two first. Hades or Queen of the Underworld, she'd be happy if I extracted their powers and made them into jewels to give to Persephone... I'll also try to see if I can bring back some local specialties from the Dream World to Terra.

After much deliberation, a conclusion was reached. Although this strategy of murder and robbery didn't quite align with Miss Surtr's principles and aesthetic sense, however...

—If my intuition is correct, then there truly is a terrifying secret hidden in this world that I cannot see through, yet that I subconsciously fear. Then... surely an unparalleled catastrophe is about to befall this world. This is the intuition of a tool-like person, the keen perception of a professional world-saving worker. If that were to unfold and become reality...

She suddenly tapped her forehead.

—Tsk, such dark thoughts shouldn't be entertained. Anyway, let's put this idea aside for now. I'm not going to find Aisha anytime soon—the one who can traverse the Fairy Realm ... or even past timelines through the portal... I think that's her name? So, before she comes crawling back to her death, I'll deal with other matters first.

His gaze fell, and the ten floating halos finally took shape as ten interconnected bracelets—their internal structure remained an indistinct black box. But for now, it was possible to operate them by simply filling them with Curse Power and simple commands, much like a monkey opening a refrigerator.

"A device that encapsulates power but requires a massive amount of Curse Power to operate... Hmm, in the end, it's something that already existed in this world. A trick similar to the Prometheus Grimoire. But unlike those Magic Engineering that only drain mortals, this bracelet, when in operation, can drain even Great Knight like Erica into a dried-up corpse, and that's not even enough."

—Laevateinn shouldn't mind me wearing a piece of jewelry.

She glanced at Laevateinn, who was hovering beside her, and nodded slightly when the sword did not react.

Raising his non-dominant hand, the string of beads suspended in the air fell and wrapped around his wrist—though essentially just a superfluous prop. However, if he could fully analyze it and create a replica in the time to come, it might still be a decent gain.

Then... the girl's fingertips, adorned with the bracelet, gently tapped the armrest of the throne.

A thunderous roar echoed across the sky. Streaks of lightning fell because of her will.

A transformation ensued. The once pure and simple black earth became the object of the God of War bracelet's influence—the black earth was imbued with the life force of a goat, capable of transforming it into lightning strikes. Life force was provided by the surrounding atmosphere and beneficial substances, creating a lightning cycle within the earth, much like a neural circuit. Through simple programming, this earth became a pseudo-living entity.

The 'boy'... no, now it should be the 'girl's' second incarnation, capable of bestowing blessings upon living beings, is now at work. This illusory life is being strengthened and amplified. The once flat and smooth land is now bursting with life. Courtyards, corridors, and various floating decorations and buildings are constructed, while beautiful gardens and primitive barriers appear above the land.

She blew another breath.

Unique varieties of flowers appear in the garden; they are Miss Surtr's impromptu creations. The process from sprouting to withering takes no more than a minute—and these flowers bloom and fade continuously in the sea of blossoms, thus providing vitality to the goat's power.

Then the wind picked up.

The small loop is formed, and the power that operates next naturally comes from the wind itself—accompanied by a roar, a huge vortex forms in the underground layer, constructing a power system. Because the range is narrowed, the wind force is concentrated and does not generate an excessively large hurricane. As long as it maintains an altitude of more than one kilometer, it will not have an excessive impact on the surface.

After that, the bull, camel, and phoenix avatars were used to strengthen the basic strength, self-repairing ability, and mobility of the ground beneath their feet. The remaining offensive avatars were kept in reserve to serve as the garden's attack system when appropriate.

The project is complete.

The black earth beneath the girl's feet transformed into a floating Demon King's Palace —after all, one should act according to one's status. Now that she is a king, she must act like one.

"Different eras require different approaches. Although no one has yet asked me to save the world, I will begin preparations by fulfilling this highest-level commission. On that basis, building a sufficiently powerful force and establishing prestige to gather enough strength is the top priority at present."

"So first of all..."

The enormous palace veered off course amidst a deafening roar that stirred the clouds. It began its eastward journey from the skies above Milan.

The wind was at work—and the people on the ground cried out in surprise and gratitude. For they had just experienced the miracle of resurrection, and now the king who had bestowed this miracle was moving on to other lands.

There was no need for explanation or elaboration. The Demon King's Palace, surrounded by 'wind,' reached a speed of several Mach in a short period of time, and rapidly accelerated towards the Mach 10 mark.

Increase, keep increasing. The altitude changes from one thousand to three thousand, but it can still stir up small storms on the ground.

A chosen target has already appeared in her mind and vision.

"I need an advisor who can plan my future, handle miscellaneous tasks, and is at least a fifth as capable as Persephone," she said to herself—if she couldn't even see through the fog of war, then any attempt to do anything would just be a mess. Unfortunately, after reading the entire original text, apart from the protagonist Erica Brantelli, who possessed some administrative talent, the other ordinary people were hardly worth noting.

There's no way around it; human strength has its limits. This world, ruled by gods and God Slayer, where both technology and magic have stagnated, even with its vast population, can hardly produce heroes, especially those renowned for their wisdom, other than God Slayer. Since mortals are out of the question, we must turn to the non-human realm.

So...

The straight-line distance of 1,453 kilometers from Milan to Athens was covered in seven minutes.

The ancient city lay beneath their feet. As the shadow of the palace swept across the city square of Athens, many witches' senses swept across the nearby sky, and upon catching sight of the throne, they hastily retreated.