I Refuse to Be a Valkyrie!

Almost as soon as Phoenix got off the plane, the leaders of Italy's seven major factions and the supreme commander of the Cross came to greet her in person. They clearly took this very seriously...

They had no choice but to take it seriously!

Now that the King of Swords had come knocking, although they had not sworn allegiance to him, they still belonged to Southern Europe.

Seeking refuge with the seventh King now would, to outsiders... be tantamount to betrayal.

"Your Majesty, you're finally back! If you hadn't returned, Italy would have been finished."

The moment the leaders of Italy's major factions saw Phoenix leave the airport, they immediately went up to greet her, looking at her with moved expressions.

"Is that really necessary? As far as I know... although Doni is a battle maniac, he wouldn't take his frustration out on you."

Phoenix replied helplessly. These people simply could not stir Doni's desire to fight. After all, the opponents he craved were all on his own level.

Either God Slayers or Heretic Gods.

How could ordinary magicians and knights possibly satisfy him?

Even Great Knights were completely insignificant before a God Slayer.

The King of Swords

"I didn't expect someone I've never met to understand me so well! You must be the seventh one, right?

Come on! Fight me! I can't wait any longer! And in such a short time, you've already slain several Heretic Gods. Especially Chi You, the God of War from Shenzhou. Let me see what you're capable of!"

As soon as Phoenix finished speaking, a handsome young man with either blond or yellow hair, carrying a greatsword over his shoulder, appeared not far away. He spoke carelessly, but his gaze burned as he looked at Phoenix.

Of course, it was not because he was