Repatriation

Previously—within the Reality Marble of the Ionioi Hetairoi.

"My king, our army is vanishing like snowflakes." The messenger reported the situation at the front, causing Iskandar was constantly attacking from the air, to frown deeply. He had only just entered the Ionioi Hetairoi and had already found himself in an extremely difficult situation.

"That monster is devouring our companions, even eroding the Reality Marble, growing stronger and stronger. My king, please give the order."

"Rider..."

Waver wanted Iskandar to withdraw the barrier; the Ionioi Hetairoi against a monster wielding the power of Gluttony was like putting out a fire with firewood. But it hadn't been long; if they released her now, all their efforts might be in vain, and besides...

Iskandar clicked his tongue in amazement. Francesca had even eroded a portion of the Reality Marble, frantically devouring his magic power. If it weren't for the three Command Spell, he would probably have been drained long ago. Moreover, this power was truly unreasonable; it could not be stopped unless it was completely devoured.

If this continues, even closing the Reality Marble will become very difficult, and before it can be closed, Waver might...

It's so frustrating.

Iskandar patted Waver on the shoulder, and the battlefield seemed to fall silent.

"Kid, the situation isn't looking good. At this rate, that monster will break free in a dozen seconds at most."

"We've had enough time, right? Bai Mo must have taken care of everything. Let's go."

"No, we must hold on until the very end." Iskandar's voice carried the unwavering resolve of a superior. He patted Waver on the shoulder and said, "But kid, you're in dire straits. That monster is constantly devouring magic power within the Reality Marble. If this continues, you'll be the first to succumb and die."

"Huh?" Waver was startled when he suddenly received his death notice. Although he was prepared for the fact that Magecraft often die suddenly, he still felt uneasy when it actually happened.

Iskandar's warm, large hand dispelled his fear of death, and the familiar voice seemed to be saying a final farewell.

"Then why not just use this now?" Waver picked up the Holy Grail. Using it to obtain a physical body was nothing to worry about. But Iskandar shook his head at the Holy Grail he had longed for.

"No, you have to take this with you."

Huh? Why?

"Hahaha, do you find it strange? I'm quite surprised myself, but Bai Mo was right before. After my death, the country I left behind was torn apart, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that countless lives were lost. So, this time, I want to try to change things."

Iskandar shoved the Holy Grail into Waver, saying, "Kid, you have to take this with you. Don't put all your eggs in one basket. No matter how strong Bai Mo is, he's still just one person. This Holy Grail is something I, Iskandar, left behind to prevent things from getting messy after I die."

Tears streamed down Waver's face as he choked out, "Why? Didn't you want to possess the body and take the first step in conquering the world? What does it mean to die here now?"

Upon hearing this, Iskandar also became serious and said to Waver, "About this, Waver Velvet, I have a question for you. Are you willing to become my subject and embark on the road to conquering the world with me?"

The surrounding Reality Marble had begun to crumble. Waver wiped away his tears, lowered his head, and said tremblingly, "You are... you are my only king."

Iskandar regained his cheerful smile, "My previous kingly way was probably not recognized by anyone in this world, after all, the era of monarchs has ended. But now, as a subject of this era, you have become my subject. Isn't this also the first step towards conquering the world?"

A strong, burly soldier appeared beside him and said, "My King."

"Take your comrades with you. It is my duty as a king to show my dreams to my subjects, and it is your duty as a subject to continue those dreams and have them sung for posterity. Take good care of yourself and live on, Waver." As if he had finished making his final arrangements, the King of Conquerors did not hesitate and launched a final charge towards Fran before him.

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The memory was deeply etched into Waver's mind. He gripped the Holy Grail tightly beneath his clothes, gazing at Beelzebub in the sky, a sight too terrifying for mortals to bear.

You were absolutely right...

As for Bai Mo's situation, the plague is spreading around him, seemingly targeting only him. Any one of these vast plagues could paralyze a superpower if released, but now, they are only targeting one person.

Bai Mo exhaled a breath that seemed like a burning flame, killing all the plague that had entered his body. Beelzebub outside was incredibly tall, but Beelzebub on Bai Mo's side was only two heads taller than a normal man.

Beelzebub raised an eyebrow and said, "That's astonishing. Are you the leader God created to rule over mankind?"

Bai Mo transformed his hand into a blade, engulfed in raging flames. At this moment, he held nothing back, not even using the blade's initial design, seeking only to maximize its destructive power.

"That's why I hate you arrogant people. A person's life should be in their own hands, not controlled by some damn thing according to your wishes."

At this point, Authority of Gluttony was completely different from Fran's pitiful strength. Previously, Fran had connected to Fuyuki's spiritual veins. Even if Bai Mo killed her with one punch, the power she consumed would break through the limits of the spiritual veins and randomly select a lucky family to ascend to heaven.

But now, the Authority of Gluttony is being displayed without reservation. Even a nuclear explosion here can only produce a small flame. And even after being devoured by so much power, he still needs to be careful in dealing with the power of the Selfless Demon Blade.

"So, you're an outsider? That makes things even more interesting."

Beelzebub drew a jet-black sword to face the Selfless Demon Blade. The next moment, the weapon let out a mournful cry, and a hideous crack appeared on the blade.

After parrying the attack, Beelzebub immediately retreated. Whether he had other thoughts or his wisdom told him it was best to stay away from this terrifying creature, it's unclear. But did he need to? In Greece times, it took Zeus's thunderbolts to kill Poseidon with the strength of 500,000 horses. Now, facing 250,000 horses and his Authority of Gluttony, was it necessary for Beelzebub to go to such lengths?

The raging flames made this Hell scene even more Hell. Beelzebub's wisdom told him that this was necessary, because the previous power was forcibly enhanced, and now, his Complete Realm allowed him to unleash this terrifying power with even more terrifying destructive force.

This is why Bai Mo went straight to sense the Greece gods after arriving in this world; because now, the roles have been reversed, and it is now they who need to hide.

Beelzebub waved his hand, and a pair of chairs suddenly appeared in the air. Beelzebub sat down on them and gestured for Bai Mo to enter.

But Bai Mo wasn't going to give him that kind of face.

"Outsiders, there's no need for us to turn against each other like this. We're the same kind of people."

Bang! The Orca Tyrant Fist slammed directly into his handsome face. Bai Mo, as if insulted, retorted, "Who are you calling a dead fly?

Beelzebub wiped his face; apart from his nose seeming a little off, he seemed unaffected.

"Friend, sometimes recklessness is not a good thing. Even if you are not worried about your own safety at all, I can feel that you care a lot about the people in this world." The next moment, another Orca Tyrant Fist was thrown, Beelzebub raised his hand to block it. With the power of Gluttony, two pieces of his arm bone broke out of his body.

"Since you can sense it, how dare you threaten me? Before you spread the plague, I would have already cut you into pieces and taken you to the Vatican to be burned."

"Wait, I didn't come here to start a disaster. The soul of my poor descendant has already reached its limit for me to rule; it's not enough for me to take action for her." After saying this, Bai Mo finally lowered his fist. Having been beaten to this extent, he still wouldn't retaliate. Was it because Beelzebub was too well-mannered, or did he simply not want to fight Bai Mo?

"Since you're here, what are you doing here? Go back to Hell!"