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

There really was only one hand, no arm, no elbow, just a palm resting on the joint between his head and skull.

The hand quietly brushed across Yu's neck, as if it were cutting something off, or breaking a tree branch.

Without fluctuations in power, it's like doing something insignificant.

My husband died without saying a word.

Marquis Voban's hair stood on end: His beloved husband died so mysteriously?

The same applies to John Pluto, the god of the underworld. He can accept his husband being ambushed or killed by a group of people, but he absolutely cannot accept this kind of death that is beyond their understanding.

The death was bizarre, suspicious, and chilling.

Marquis Voban roared and transformed into a black dragon, trying to leave through the connection between the Netherworld and the mortal world. Although the mortal world was not necessarily safer than the Netherworld, his sense of being a god-slayer was constantly warning him: staying here would mean dying like his husband.

A century ago, he fought a decisive battle with the leader of the Luo Hao sect in the South China Sea, attracting the attention of the entire world.

No one knew that the Marquis of Voban had already become aware of the existence of "fate" at that time.

Fate is something invisible and intangible, but the Marquis of Voban is unusually convinced that fate exists—whether it is the three goddesses of weaving or the goddess who drives the chariot of fate, they all signify that fate exists.

Luo Hao, on the other hand, did not believe in heaven or fate, but believed that she herself was the supreme mandate of heaven.

Now, Luo Hao, who does not believe in fate, is in a state of being unable to live or die, and Marquis Voban, who believes in the existence of fate, seems to be following in his footsteps.

"who are you!"

Marquis Voban roared, suppressing his rage. He could feel the chill that seemed capable of cutting through anything landing on the back of his neck.

Marquis Voban, now in his dragon form, suddenly turned around and exhaled a scorching breath toward the direction he sensed.

However, the wind deftly bypassed the dragon's breath and blew along Marquis Voban's neck.

Then the wind blew across the dragon's horns, wings, and tail... and wherever the cold wind blew, a new mark appeared on Marquis Voban's body.

Snap—Snap—Countless crisp sounds rang out in succession.

Marquis Voban's once-glorious head fell to the ground, followed by his drooping wings and long, thorny tail... But the transformation into a dragon-serpent prevented Marquis Voban from dying immediately, so he could only watch helplessly as the wind blew towards Hades.

......

The moonlight had changed from pure white to a pure azure blue.

Having witnessed the Marquis of Voban's utter destruction, John Pruto believed he had taken sufficient precautions. But with a deep yet resounding groan, the moonlight seemed to be cleaved in two, scattering to both sides.

Hades transformed into pitch-black flames of calamity, and a black sun slowly rose.

Then, the invincible cold wind revealed its true form.

It was a strangely shaped axe that one could not look at a second time. Just seeing the sticky, intricate patterns on its surface made one want to gouge out their own eyes.

Then the axe came crashing down from the air, and in the furious gaze of Marquis Voban on the ground, the black sun was cleaved in two by the axe, looking as if a piece of paper had been torn apart or a flower had been snapped.

Hades was treated better than Marquis Voban, who was left with only her head—she was cut in half at the waist, so the mask she used to conceal her true face was meaningless.

"John Pluto," or rather, the real Hades, Anne Charlton revealed herself in an incredible way.

Even now, they still haven't remembered Li Lin's existence, and they don't even know who defeated them.

Marquis Voban, lying alone on the ground, blinked and said expressionlessly, "So it's the Last King."

Annie Charlton, crawling on the ground, naturally had no way to answer him.

After a brief silence, Marquis Voban's cold gaze fell upon the gray sky of the Netherworld: "To be defeated by the Last King and killed by his savior's divine blade is quite a pleasant outcome."

Each time the Last King awakens, he wields a weapon called the Savior Blade—though the weapon's form is not limited to that of a blade.

When the Last King appeared in the world as King Arthur, the weapon in his hand was the legendary sword in the lake. After he fell asleep, the "savior swords" that had lost their spirit were left in the world.

The Savior Blade has many past incarnations, but the true Savior Blade exists only in the hands of the current Last King.

"Today I finally realize just how vast the distance is between me and the Last King."

423 The Final Battle at the White House

The Last King's attacks are still occurring around the world.

On the ruins that once housed Washington, the Sword King, walking alone, stopped his seemingly aimless stroll, his eyes filled with the joy of victory and exhaustion.

Rome, once hailed as the new era and the beacon of the world, has now been destroyed by the Sword King alone. To be fair, after committing so many atrocities, few could remain unchanged.

However, Tony didn't feel much guilt—godkillers treated ordinary people in similar ways: some saw them as weeds, some as renewable resources, and some as weak creatures in need of protection.

But in any case, every god-slayer knows that they are no longer a race with ordinary people.

Therefore, Tony did not feel pain or repression from the killing; he just felt it was somewhat meaningless—he was the King of Swords who upheld conflict and struggle, and thus craved a thoroughly enjoyable battle, a war of equal strength.

This weariness was also evident on his face, clearly visible.

Then a sound suddenly rang out.

"He is a fool with guts."

The figure that suddenly blocked Tony's way was clad in silver armor and wore a heavy mask that obscured his features; even his voice sounded like a metallic hum.

"You should know that you fools will all be held accountable by fate."

Tony stared at the silver figure before him, remaining silent.

The silver figure, not waiting for Tony's response, chuckled in a low voice: "Looks like you've figured it out. Then come and die. Of course, if you want to resist, that's fine too—I've killed countless fools like you. I know you fools are always unwilling to accept defeat."

He raised the golden longsword in his hand toward Tony. The longsword had no hilt and looked like a steel bar from a distance.

Tony let out a sigh that was hard to decipher: "Although I used to be the kind of thug who would draw his sword and start a fight without a second thought, now I at least ask my opponent's name before I draw my sword."

The Sword King shook his head: "So what exactly are you?"

Tony was genuinely curious, so he was asking the question with utmost sincerity.

That's why the silver figure in front of him felt an overwhelming rage.

How could you not know my name? How dare you not know my name?!

"Then you go die."

The silver figure swung its long sword at Tony.

Then a sudden clap of thunder sounded in the sky. Tony looked up and saw nothing but pure white.

Because the sky had been filled with pure white lightning at some unknown time.

—That was a thunderbolt called "Saving Thunder," symbolizing the righteous path that establishes the true law of the world and eliminates all evil. Each bolt of thunder was enough to cover the ground for more than ten kilometers.

“Okay, you’re right.” Tony nodded. “Then you certainly have the right not to reveal the name. I was just ignorant.”

The Sword King has always been one to admit and correct his mistakes.

The silver figure suddenly realized something was wrong, but just as he did, a rustling sound suddenly filled the air.

A blood-red sword light appeared out of nowhere, refracting and scattering under the reflection of thunder, appearing extremely eerie.

The crimson Tyr's Blade appeared in the Sword King's hand at some unknown time, carrying an indescribable sense of madness. Like a blood-red rainbow, it connected Tony's right arm with the silver figure.

"Tirfeng?"

A voice filled with shock and anger rang out from beneath the silver mask, not because Tony's attack intimidated him, but because Tony actually intended to use such a thing to hinder his progress.

“Yes, facing you, the Last King, Tyrfong is indeed no match.” Tony’s nonchalant smile faded, and his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit. “But I can always hold you off.”

He stretched out his other arm and grasped the hilt of the sword protruding from the sword case behind him.

"Reforge the broken blade, Noton the Sword in the Tree."

The sword case containing seven longswords suddenly opened, and then sword energy as hot as the sun rose from the sword of the tree sword Noton, enveloping the silver figure.

"You think this can stop me, the final king?"

The silver figure couldn't help but laugh.

He no longer felt angry, but rather found it amusing.

"Since you know that I am the last king, then you should know that the weapon in my hand is a divine weapon called the Savior Blade, a great treasure favored by all the gods and Buddhas, and a treasure that helps me to defeat all demon kings."

"The prototype of all weapons and artifacts in the world is in the world-saving divine sword in my hand."

The silver figure raised its hand with amusement: "So how are you going to use this scrap metal to stop me?"

“So the only thing I’m sure of is that you’re going to fail today, you’re going to die,” the silver figure said. “Using my things to kill me is both really fun and really boring.”

The Last King was born into this world upholding the Covenant Law, and his divine mandate is to purge all self-proclaimed Demon Kings who kill gods, as well as disobedient gods who stray from the heretical path, and the god ancestors who forever try to break free from their shackles.

To accomplish these great feats, the final king's savior sword combined the powers and artifacts bestowed upon him by all the gods and Buddhas.

No matter who the opponent is, the Last King can summon the corresponding powers and divine weapons from the Savior Blade at will to destroy them.

Besides these external advantages, his own abilities are naturally extremely high.

As for how high it is... it's probably as high as the sky.

It was absurd to think that he could keep him here with just a few swords, but Tony remained calm: "Since you're so powerful, then take a few steps."

The silver-clad figure made no attempt to conceal his murderous intent: "You really think this can trap me?"

“Of course.” The Sword King laughed, watching his longswords fly out one after another. “After all, you’re not really the final king.”

In that instant, the face beneath the silver figure's mask changed color.