"Then what about Cult Leader Luo Hao of Jiangnan, or the Black Prince of Cornwall? They are the leaders of the Society of Self-Worship. As long as we promise not to enter their jurisdictions, they should be willing to lend us a hand if we ask, right?"
"Better give up. It's practically impossible." All three of them fell into thought. There were only six Kings in the entire world—far too few. Given their status, they were not quite qualified to approach them.
Suddenly, Erica spoke. "Have you not considered the Seventh King?"
"Chen Fan? The Chinese man who became a God Slayer in Italy, the one who defeated the Persian God of War Verethragna and Melqart, the greatest dragon-slaying warrior? That sounds impossible no matter how you put it. Hasn't that news yet to be properly confirmed? Some people from China have already come looking for him, without even considering whether the information is accurate."
"It's true—the Seventh King."
Hearing Erica speak with such certainty, the three of them frowned and looked at her. "How do you know so much? No one saw that battle, did they?"
Erica smiled. "It wasn't that no one saw it. I witnessed it myself. Moreover, the Bronze Black Cross has already pledged loyalty to my King. My King's strength is simply beyond comparison with the other Kings. Both the God of War Verethragna and Melqart were defeated head-on by my King. He truly killed both gods."
"Impossible! How could a human who had not yet become a King defeat those two gods head-on? They were no ordinary gods."
"Indeed. I did not believe it at first either, but the truth is that, even before becoming a King, he possessed strength far beyond that of gods. Before my King, no Disobedient God could possibly be