A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

Shirou, who had spent almost two months in Milan, has now returned here, feeling a sense of familiarity mixed with a touch of strangeness.

Perhaps it's because familiar people aren't here, but even returning here still feels like a strange place.

Of course, if he were to return to the Jiangnan region, just hearing the familiar accent would be enough to attract him.

The three witch princesses looked around the room curiously, and then turned on the TV. They had all studied Japanese, so although they still couldn't understand everything, they watched with great interest.

Shirou leaned back against the soft sofa and took out the "Gorgon Stone," which resembled an obsidian medal.

"I wonder... if that goddess will sense the divine power within this stone and track it down..."

Shirou examined the stone with great interest, and he could clearly sense the divine power of the goddess Athena within it.

……

Under the silent night sky dotted with stars, atop a tower of activity, stood a goddess with a figure as petite as a young girl, overlooking the city, which, even in the dead of night, was still ablaze with lights.

Modeled after the Eiffel Tower in Paris, Tokyo Tower is now a landmark building, both in terms of its appearance and its surroundings. It is located in Shiba Park, Minato Ward, Tokyo.

A small figure stands atop this iron tower.

She was a girl with short, silver hair, wearing a thin sweater and a mini skirt, paired with black over-the-knee socks.

The girl wore a blue woven hat, and the shimmering light from her silver hair, which swayed gently in the night breeze, resembled the moonlight illuminating the night.

Her dark pupils were looking in one direction, towards an aura that she found extremely intriguing.

"'The snake' has left... Could this feeling be...?"

Even relying solely on the lingering aura, Athena was still able to easily pinpoint the location of her divine artifact.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Pinnacle of Martial Arts - Master Luo Hao

However, to her surprise, the sensation transmitted back from the 'Gorgon Stone' was somewhat strange.

Flames, thunder, storms, oceans, the underworld… This aura is undoubtedly something that the “disobedient gods” loathe utterly—the 'godslayers’!

The last time she encountered a god-slayer was a very long time ago. The last one she met was hundreds, maybe even thousands of years ago. As the goddess of war, Athena's eyes held a hint of anger as she faced her approaching enemy.

"It's a disgrace that my 'snake' is being held by this guy!"

Athena gritted her teeth in anger, but she did not immediately go to the place that emitted the aura she loathed.

Because she is not in her full form, with only about a third of her power at her peak, fighting a powerful god-slayer under these circumstances would be tantamount to humiliating herself.

But this doesn't mean she will retreat, the wise "serpent" of the trinity. She has an absolute bond with it, a bond that will ultimately guide and protect her, and then, as always, she will defeat this opponent and achieve final victory.

"The Gorgon Stone I sought, the ancient serpent, guide my desires, direct the disobedient queen, and once again grant me the wisdom of darkness, sky, and earth!"

The goddess chanted a vow-like incantation, sensing the whereabouts of the "Gorgon Stone".

Words of power and divine force intertwined, searching for the invisible "threads" in the atmosphere, which would ultimately guide her to the right path.

A moment later, she opened her dark eyes.

"Still within this city... my 'snake' will eventually return to me!"

Soon, not long after, she will retrieve the Gorgon Stone and become the true Athena.

……

Jiangnan, Mount Lu.

This place is one of the ten famous mountains in China and is a very well-known tourist attraction.

However, not everyone can enjoy this breathtaking scenery.

This mountain range already existed hundreds of years ago.

If anyone dares to trespass on Mount Lu without her permission, then those fools who are oblivious to their own fate will face an extremely cruel end.

As the 'King of Martial Arts' Luo Hao, who has lived for over two hundred years, he can use cruel torture methods that have long been abandoned in modern times on those fools who dare to trespass without any psychological burden.

Luo Hao, the leader of the 'Five Hells Holy Cult,' is the most brutal demon king besides Marquis Voban of Eastern Europe.

She was an ancient figure from the same era as Marquis Voban, who regarded each other as mortal enemies. She reigned supreme at the pinnacle of martial arts, and even the swordsmanship of the god-like Salvatore Tony was no match for her.

Only Salvatore Tony's most prized swordsmanship could barely rival Luo Hao's.

This is enough to demonstrate just how powerful this 'King of Martial Arts' is.

Today, a young boy is climbing Mount Lu, a place considered forbidden by all major religious sects.

His name is Lu Yinghua, a disciple of the Luo Hao Cult Master. His strength is even greater than that of the 'Great Knights' of Europe, but even so, he dares not raise his voice in front of the cult master, for fear of accidentally angering this master who likes to use violence.

Lu Yinghua, who was forced to become an apprentice when he was young and has been so far, is indeed powerful enough that almost no one below the Demon King can defeat him in a one-on-one fight. However, reaching this level has also come at a price for Lu Yinghua.

Because he grew up under the harsh discipline of this strict teacher, Lu Yinghua developed a very serious mental illness called misogyny.

The more beautiful and powerful a woman is, the more he dislikes her.

"I really don't know when this will end..."

Lu Yinghua sighed in despair.

This master has lived for over two hundred years and possesses a lifespan that is almost immortal, but Lu Yinghua is just a mortal. Just the thought of possibly living in the shadows for the rest of his life makes him feel that his future is bleak.

Normally, Lu Yinghua would never come to Mount Lu to get beaten up for no reason, but this time something really big had happened. He knew that if he didn't report it, his master would probably give him a beating for failing to report it in time.

After an hour-long journey along the winding and rugged road, Lu Yinghua finally arrived at the top of Mount Lu.

A waterfall cascades down like a silver river from the heavens, scattering glistening droplets of water with a swirling sound. Frogs croak on the wet stones, and amidst the lush flowers and exotic plants of a fairyland, stands a small wooden hut.

In this picturesque mountain valley, Lu Yinghua seemed to ride the clouds and mist, soaring alongside the birds, and in a few leaps, he arrived in front of the wooden hut.

He paid no attention to the bustling scenery around him, keeping his eyes fixed on the wooden hut in front of him the whole time.

"Eagle, what brings you here to disturb my cultivation?"

A woman's voice echoed from within the wooden hut, like the sound of a zither under the moon, a celestial melody that lingered in the air. This voice alone inspired endless imagination, and mortals would surely believe it came from a fairy maiden from the heavens, untouched by the mortal world.

But after that beautiful sound, a hurricane swept in, and the doors of the wooden hut were flung open. The 'fairy' exhaled like a storm, with the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers.

The boy outside the wooden shrine was thrown into the air by the blast without any reaction. He tumbled for more than ten meters before getting up in a disheveled state and kneeling down in front of the shrine.

The boy named Lu Yinghua dared not complain at all, because his master was Luo Hao, the leader of the Five Prisons Holy Sect, an undefeated person who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts and killed gods.

Every god-slayer was so willful, arrogant and self-centered, and the leader of the Luo Hao Cult was the best of them all; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was capricious and unpredictable.

If you speak without respect, she will think you are not respectful enough to her; if you are too respectful, she will think you are flattering her.

Lu Yinghua secretly rejoiced that he was the sect leader's disciple. If it were someone else here, just disturbing the sect leader's cultivation would be enough to kill them on the spot.

"Reporting to Master, I received a letter today, signed by you, but I haven't read its contents yet."

Upon hearing Lu Yinghua's words, Luo Hao waved her hand, and the letter fell into her jade-like hand.

The woman standing at the empty entrance of the wooden temple was clearly a stunning beauty.

She wore a silk Hanfu, the front of which was tied with ribbons, exuding elegance and grace. She moved gracefully with light steps, her beautiful face as fair as a fairy, her eyes sparkling like pearls, her jet-black hair piled high, her skin translucent, her phoenix eyes shimmering, and her lips like cherry blossoms.

After opening the envelope, Master Luo Hao quickly read through the contents, then a flame shot up from his hand and burned the letter to ashes.

"That Japan, it seems I need to make a trip there."

As he said this, Sect Leader Luo Hao looked at Lu Yinghua again.

"Eagle, you go to Japan first, and I will follow you later."

"Yes, Master!"

After bowing respectfully, Lu Yinghua left quickly, his steps light as the wind, not daring to linger for even a moment, for fear that his master would find fault with him and capture him for a loving beating.

Fifty-eighth

Chapter's welcome party for "King"

The scorching sun, the sweltering air, the shimmering heat waves... the sun is just as fierce today.

The office workers walking on the street were drenched in sweat under the sweltering heat, each wearing a mask of pain.

Meanwhile, Shirou, sitting in the extended luxury limousine with the air conditioning on, held a glass of bubbly liquid in his hand—ice-cold cola.

Coke that isn't iced has no soul.

On a hot summer day, when you're parched, a glass of iced cola is so refreshing.

"Speaking of which, the [Red Copper Black Cross] should have a pretty good understanding of Marquis Voban's personality."

Shirou, sitting in the back seat, looked at Erica beside him.

"um, yes."

The girl had no idea what the 'King' was thinking, and could only answer with a smile.

"So do you think that guy will start making his move tonight?"

Upon hearing Shirou's question, Erica thought for a moment, then gently shook her head.

"Marquis Voban is a very shrewd man. Although he looks like a wise old gentleman, he is actually very eager for battle and has been actively searching for the 'Disobedient God'. However, the ritual to summon the 'Disobedient God' requires a period of preparation in advance, so he probably won't make a move immediately."

"If he won't make a move, then I'll have to. If what I want is taken away, won't he be furious?"

Shirou said with a bit of a laugh.

Faced with such an opponent, Shirou has come out completely open.

Marquis Voban has lived for hundreds of years, so his schemes and plots can be easily guessed and cracked by his opponents.

Moreover, at the level of a 'godslayer,' no matter how many schemes and tricks one devises, none of their powers are truly effective.

Seeing the malicious smile on her "king's" face, Erica couldn't help but swallow hard. She knew that the "History Compilation Committee" located here was probably in for trouble.

Being sandwiched between two "kings" and unable to offend either side is a feeling that is incredibly difficult, even just imagining it.

“We have arrived, ‘King’.”

Upon hearing Karen's reminder, who was in charge of driving, Shirou stepped out of the car.

The scorching sun beat down on him, but he didn't break a sweat. He stopped and looked up at the huge office building in front of him.

On the surface, it appears to be a corporate company, but in reality, it is a branch office of the Official History Compilation Committee located in Tokyo.

Because the maid Karen had informed the Official History Compilation Committee that Shirou would be arriving today, the usually closed gate was wide open, unlike usual.

Two men in dark blue suits were standing at the door, waiting respectfully. Upon seeing Shirou arrive, they immediately bowed to him.

"Welcome, King Orihara, who has traveled all the way from Italy."