I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Whether they are benevolent or malevolent gods, the sentient beings in their eyes are not, after all, good partners with whom they can communicate on an equal footing.

Humans don't talk to ants, just as gods don't care about human joys and sorrows.

Not to mention, the gods they faced were not the fixed gods of mythology who did good or evil, but rather unruly gods who broke free from the shackles of mythology and emerged from history and mythology.

They are living natural disasters.

Only a handful of powerful individuals in the entire world can defeat and kill disobedient gods with mortal bodies, shatter their divine status, seize their power, and accomplish the great feat known as god-slaying.

Godslayer, Demon King, Campione, God of the Earth, God of the Human World... many glorious titles were bestowed upon them.

Therefore, the appearance of each god-slaying demon king will cause a reshuffling of the mysterious world - a large number of magicians, knights, sorcerers, onmyoji and other mysterious groups who agree with his style of doing things and are impressed by his great power will come to him and unite under the banner of the new god-slaying king to support his throne.

Meanwhile, the secret organization gathered beneath the Italian city of Milan is none other than the Southern European Magic Society Alliance, belonging to the King of Swords of Italy.

Considering that this Italian Sword King is the youngest and most unreliable of the existing Godslayers, their Southern European Magic Society Alliance is actually in a rather miserable situation.

"Gentlemen, please be quiet."

The young man wearing black-rimmed glasses stepped forward, signaling for the group to quiet down.

Everyone fell silent, for the young man before them was the young Grand Knight known as the "King's Butler" and the "Sword King's Chief Steward," and also the Sword King's most trusted confidant—his name was Andre Rivera.

As everyone knows, the Sword King is an unreliable god-slayer. Without such a reliable butler to help him, the entire Southern European Magic Society Alliance would be nothing more than a disorganized mess.

In the silence, Andrei, dressed in a black cloak, raised his head and casually dropped a bombshell: "We have discovered a new god of disobedience."

This time, the members of the magic society could no longer remain calm.

"Another disobedient god has appeared..."

"Why am I not surprised at all?"

"In that case, won't that marquis start making moves again?"

"Perhaps it's the leader of that evil cult in Jiangnan, China... who knows? It would be best if these two could fight again, so that we would have the opportunity and space to strive forward."

Andrei did not stop his subordinates from making these remarks, because he himself was thinking the same thing—Europe is too small, yet it has given birth to too many demon kings.

The most senior, the most god-slayer, and the first known to the world—Marquis Sasha de Jansdar Voban—leads the Nordic Magic Society Alliance, which is at odds with them, and his territory is located in the Balkan Peninsula of Eastern Europe. He is the most powerful of the three demon kings in Europe.

Alexander Gascoigne, a young god-slayer once an adventurer and now known as the "Black Prince," is more famous for his title than his real name. He has established a force called "Royal Factory" in the British Isles, much like pre-World War I Britain, and is quite happy to be a troublemaker on the European continent.

Finally, there was the "King of Swords" they served—the youngest and most unreliable of the six current god-slayers, the handsome Italian youth Salvatore Toni.

In this tiny Europe, there are three god-slayers, and the Sword King they serve is hostile to Marquis Voban, while the Black Prince's attitude is unclear... This makes the members of the Magic Society extremely envious of the woman who rules over the Jiangnan region of China.

Such a vast territory, a prosperous spiritual vein, and a large population that could command a hundred responses—each of these things filled them with immense envy.

Calling her the leader of a demonic cult is just a small way of venting one's frustration.

"If she really is the leader of the Demonic Cult, then Marquis Voban might actually confront her—they didn't settle the score last time, so they'll definitely seize this opportunity to fight."

Although their Sword King also had a grudge against Marquis Voban, it was insignificant compared to the leader of that demonic cult.

Andrei watched the bustling crowd before him but did not stop them from discussing.

In his view, this was also a way of expressing loyalty.

Although those present were all great knights and sorcerers at the pinnacle of the mystical world of Southern Europe, they were like heaven and earth compared to the Godslayer.

All they could do was dabble in these mundane matters that the god-slayers had no interest in.

When wars break out between god-slayers and god-killers, between god-slayers and disobedient gods, and between disobedient gods and disobedient gods, they are usually on the periphery providing some support, or they are advisory groups offering pointers.

Perhaps feeling that the pledge of loyalty was about over, Andrei nodded slightly: "This time, a total of three disobedient gods have been identified."

Upon hearing this, the cavern fell into an unavoidable deathly silence once again.

Everyone knows that there are disobedient gods in the world, and these disobedient gods are aware of each other's existence. Although they have broken free from the shackles of mythology, they seem to follow some unspoken tacit understanding and will not actively reveal themselves.

At least they won't be revealing their identities in such an explosive manner as they are now.

So is God playing Werewolf?

In the dead silence, an aged voice rang out: "Then, please tell us the identities of those disobedient gods."

The speaker was the highest-ranking knight of Italy, a pillar of the Southern European Magic Society Alliance, and a man of immense power and influence.

“Well said, Lord Brandtli.” Andrei nodded slightly, then spoke in a loud voice.

"One of the disobedient gods is named Mekal."

The moment the name appeared, it sparked a great deal of discussion among the crowd.

Mekal, known as the King of Gods, the Great Warrior, the Strongest Dragon Slayer, and the God-King worshipped by the Mediterranean Carthaginians and Canaanites—in the past he was also known as Baal, but later he was stigmatized as Beelzebub, and his deeds were also diverted to other dragon-slaying heroes such as Saint George.

According to mythology, Mekal used his own weapon to lure the dragon king Yam away from his throne, then killed him, and thus ascended to the throne of the gods.

“Mekal’s appearance is not without reason—could it be that he is here to fight another disobedient god?”

The clear, crisp voice came from the copper-colored glass.

Her long, smooth hair, as white as gold, cascaded down her back, and her deep blue eyes, like jewels, matched her noble status.

—Erica Brantri. A contemporary crimson demon who attained the rank of Grand Knight at the young age of sixteen and wields the demonic sword Lionheart.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, she will be the next Red Copper Award winner.

“Indeed, Lady Erica.” To distinguish her from her uncle, Andrei changed his form of address, “The god who is hostile to Mekal, whose name is Vereslana.”

As if to confirm his title, he repeated it.

"The God of War of the East, Vereslana."

328 LOL, I put it in Chapter 2.

Erica's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

If Mekal is an ancient god-king who has been lost, then Veleslana is a glorious war god who has lived from ancient times to the present day.

He was the ancient Persian god of war, a guardian of the ancient sun god Mithras. He was not only an invincible god of war, but also a protector of the royal power and the people. His powers and divine status far exceeded those of Mekal.

"Their battlefield has not yet been identified, but the increasingly bad weather in recent days may indicate that their battleground may be nearby."

"That won't do..."

Milan is an internationally renowned metropolis, and the consequences of its destruction in war would be unimaginable.

"What about the King of Swords?" someone asked, clinging to a sliver of hope.

“I’m sorry, the Sword King last appeared a month ago. We can only pray that he returns before the two gods go to war.” Andrei shook his head. “As for Marquis Voban… just as you hoped, he went to the South China Sea.”

The members of the magic society were mostly filled with despair.

For the first time, they felt that the Marquis of Voban's presence was a good thing—although the mountain of a god was suffocating, at least when faced with such a troublesome deity, he was truly capable of stepping up.

Unlike his own boss, whose territory has been almost overturned by others, he's still wandering around somewhere.

Andrei seemed to realize that everyone's emotions were a bit off, and quickly tried to salvage the situation: "Why are you all so sad? I have already communicated with the Sword King, and he guarantees that he will return in seven days at the latest."

The expressions on everyone's faces brightened again.

They can hold out for at most seven days, which is something these local bullies can manage.

If they don't even have this much ability, then the Godslayers have no reason to accept these forces that have pledged allegiance.

"Sir Andrei, who is the last disobedient god?" Paul asked.

"Yes, to actually attract Marquis Voban to the South China Sea... this must be a very powerful, or very important god."

"Perhaps he is not very powerful, but Marquis Voban's trip will inevitably lead him to confront that leader of the Demonic Cult, which is a good thing."

"The eldest brother is right."

"That disobedient god who appeared in the South China Sea..." Andrei's face also showed a hint of confusion. "She did not hide her name and power, but, but we can't find any record of her deeds."

Before anyone could raise any questions, Andrei continued, "She calls herself the Celestial Craftswoman, whose powers are related to casting, civilization, reshaping, and destruction. She also possesses the divine qualities of a dragon and a serpent, and even includes divinity in the realm of time and space."

"As for why we know so much, it's because she has already fought with that leader of the Demonic Sect... that undefeated martial arts master chose to temporarily retreat after two days and one night of fighting."

It was said in a very euphemistic way, but the meaning was self-evident.

For that invincible leader, a temporary retreat was a defeat.

What Andrei didn't say was that, according to information from Hong Kong, the cult leader seemed to have suffered a significant loss, meaning that in their battle, the cult leader was indeed at a disadvantage.

"How could the leader of the Luohao Cult possibly let this go?" Commander-in-Chief Paul retorted. "That leader is not a demon king who can swallow his pride."

“Of course…no.” Andrei pushed up his glasses. “This cult leader did not return directly to Lushan in Jiangxi, but stayed in Hong Kong.”

"As for why I am so sure she is in Hong Kong, it is because she has activated a power there."

Recalling the colossal warships that blotted out the sky in the images, Andrei couldn't help but sigh with a touch of awe: "That's the power of the Treasure Shipyard that the leader of the Luohao Sect seized after killing Noah in the Old Testament myth. Within three days of her activating this power, more than 150 treasure ships have been launched."

"They are neatly moored on the sea, but they are invisible because of magic."

“These treasure ships are 150 meters long and 60 meters wide. Theoretically, it would take more than 300 people to barely maneuver them, but because of the power of authority—” Andrei said with awe, “Master Luo Hao can maneuver this fleet of treasure ships with just a thought.”

Such a fleet could effortlessly annihilate the naval power of any nation, because it was not only enormous, but also possessed the divine power of "Noah's Ark".

Andrei had no doubt that even if the navies of the five great powers were combined, they would be easily defeated by the magic treasure ship fleet of the Luo Hao Sect Master.

"Even now, the leader of the Luo Hao sect is still activating her powers, and no one knows when she will launch another campaign to kill that disobedient god named Tiangong."

Andrei's face tightened, but his voice carried a hint of schadenfreude: "So, our Marquis Voban is really unlucky."