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

The share of bronze ware is gradually being replaced by red copper ware.

Coincidentally, Liliana Kranichal, the next ruler, was forcibly conscripted by Marquis Voban to participate in a séance.

Among the priestesses and witches gathered, Liliana was one of the few who survived. The séance was indeed successful, but unfortunately, the newborn Siegfried was killed by Tony.

This made the bronze statue seem insignificant, its shape unpredictable and dangerous. The statue was surrounded by a grotesque, intricate pattern of metal, and its shape was so distorted and unpredictable that it seemed to be a place where the bronze statue was hidden and its shape was unpredictable ...

As the next head of the family, Liliana and her friend and rival Erica are not the same.

She adhered to chivalry, respected the etiquette of hierarchy, maintained a pure and honest heart, and upheld a moral code that could be described as blind loyalty in the present day.

Liliana left the rooftop and hurried through the corridor where candlelight flickered and swayed.

Originally a modern building, it was transformed into this mysterious cave-like site, the headquarters of a secret cult, after Marquis Voban moved in.

An invisible pack of wolves with dull fur moved through the seemingly empty corridor, while Liliana went against the flow, like a rock in the middle of a river.

Finally, she saw that door—the source from which the wolf pack surged forth, the origin of all killing and darkness.

Behind that door, on the throne flickering with candlelight, sat an old man.

He was an older man with a broad forehead, deep-set eyes, and a very pale face. His silver hair was neatly combed, and even his beard was cleanly shaved.

Its emerald green eyes lifted, like those of a wolf.

He looked like an elderly gentleman, an accomplished professor, or a ruler with a rational and ruthless demeanor.

— His full name is Sasha Dejansdar Voban, the oldest living demon king, known as the god-slayer of the wolf king.

Also known as "Marquis of Voban".

Without hesitation, Liliana reached out and pressed her hand against the door.

Whether she succeeds or not, she will try to offer advice.

She opened the door.

Then came a torrential downpour carrying the scent of the sea breeze, and the scene before her changed in an instant. The chilly air filled her mouth and nose, causing her to widen her eyes uncomfortably.

Where is the Marquis of Voban?

The next instant, a familiar voice rang in his ear: "Quick, quick, quick! Don't let her resist!"

"Erica..." Liliana was about to call out her name when Kiyosuke Ena struck her on the back of the head with a stick, and she fell to the ground without a sound.

“Erica, this is much better than a sword!” Holding the Shock Crowbar, Kiyoshuin Ena looked at Erica with a surprised expression and said, “Now I finally understand how my king felt back then.”

"Anyway, this is all for saving lives..." Erica said, seemingly trying to justify herself, before turning to look at the brightly lit Singapore in the distance.

They did not set foot on Singaporean soil, but landed at the nearest airport in Malaysia and then went directly to a nearby island.

......

The door opened.

Marquis Voban raised his emerald green wolf eyes and looked at the slowly opening door.

The Demon King was delighted, but also somewhat displeased.

He hates dogs that only obey and wag their tails, and prefers wolves that sometimes know how to fight back.

In Marquis Voban's eyes, Liliana, who dared to offer suggestions from time to time, was undoubtedly a wolf... but Marquis Voban would also consider a wolf with too fierce a temper to be rebellious.

Rebellion is like weeds; it should be burned away by wildfire.

So what kind of wise words will this little she-wolf say to me this time?

However, a strange male voice came from behind the door.

He is speaking.

"Sasha de Jansdar Voban, do you believe in gravity?"

It's not Liliana! Then who could it be?

The voice continued to flow from behind the slowly opening door.

"I admire the first person to kill a god; perhaps he will become a puppet of fate."

"Vereslana, once I've mastered it, I will awaken you."

"We are like sparks, destined to fly upwards."

"I'll say it one last time, the ceremony is about to begin."

"Get down from your throne."

The next instant, as Marquis Voban activated his powers, the 280-meter-tall Tower One collapsed in the torrential rain.

358 I'm speechless.

"The intercalation ceremony".

"The power of desire."

"Dawnbreaker".

"Casting furnace in broad daylight."

"Blue Gold".

"compass."

"Seven layers of history".

"Gate of Fury".

"Echidna".

"Extremely intense."

"Kel'Thuzad".

"The Key of Biting".

"The Secret to Unlocking"

"dawn!"

"That's all I have to say..."

The 360-meter-tall metal giant stretched its body in the torrential rain, revealing its eight ferocious and cold arms, its compassionate, majestic, and wrathful expressions shining brightly.

The uppermost right arm holds aloft the seven swords of Xin Yue, each bearing a different color of coral. The mystical white viper Orobas climbs up the swords of Xin Yue, swirling and meandering in the void.

"Made in Mansus!"

Marquis Voban, struck by a straight punch, was sent flying backward. His body swelled and mutated in mid-air, growing soft gray hair.

In the next instant, the body of this oldest demon king was inexplicably surrounded and engulfed by crimson flames.

In the next instant, the flames transformed into countless swords and blades, stabbing and slashing.

In the next instant, the swords and blades turned into thunder, and the intense vibrations were transmitted through the skin of the body, treating the internal organs as percussion instruments.

The wolf king was still falling from the high building. With each word spoken, his wounds multiplied, and the forces surrounding him shifted and changed again, causing him unbearable pain.

A certain force was suppressing him, making it as difficult as rowing against the current to mobilize his powers.

But the Marquis of Voban was still waiting for his chance, like an old wolf.

Although he was temporarily at a disadvantage due to curiosity and a sneak attack, he was not seriously injured yet—because the power of [Otherlands Dragon] had not yet been activated.

The power of the Otherlands Dragon once belonged to Inanna, the goddess of the Mesopotamian plains. After being killed by Marquis Voban, this power became the old demon king's greatest trump card.

The true form of this power is not an overwhelming force capable of destroying a city in one blow, but rather the ability to separate the soul from the body and transform it into a black dragon up to thirty meters long.

In its dragon form, even a spirit could suppress the charge of the [Wild Boar] clone with a single hand.

More importantly, this power is essentially a simulation of the ambiguous concept of the immortality of dragons and snakes; in other words, it possesses the highest level of immortality—the dragon's body can be destroyed but it can be regenerated from its soul state.

If a human body is killed, even if it is completely reduced to ashes, it can be resurrected intact by consuming a large amount of magical power.

Although the injuries were relentless and caused Marquis Voban immense pain, they had not penetrated deep into his body, nor had they reached the point where he needed to activate the power of the [Otherlands Dragon].

however.

An unseen storm erupted from beneath the collapsed high-rise, followed by a rise in temperatures as intense as the sun.

Marquis Voban managed to block the punch, then turned his head sharply to glare down.

Its emerald green wolf eyes shone like ominous stars in the darkness.

Power: Curse of Sodom!

In that instant, all the living things he saw fell silent.

Only in the wind stirred up by the torrential rain did the pale dust on the ground drift away, emitting a pungent odor.

That's sulfur and salt.

Like the legendary cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, which were destroyed by the gods, all the living creatures that were seen turned into pillars of salt.

In an instant, tens of thousands of salt columns rose from the ground, centered on Tower No. 1, and then vanished in the wind, never to return.

Even Vereslana was briefly shocked by the Marquis of Voban’s brutality—he actually wielded his power in the city without hesitation!