After leaving the world of all NPCs

Gold threads entwine the heart of the young knight.

Another projection is stored.

……

Under the guidance of Liliana, Ye Zuochen came to the rooftop of a hotel.

This is a dedicated resort hotel.

On the rooftop is a villa with a swimming pool.

In this luxurious villa that looks like just the top floor of an ordinary building, an old man is leisurely resting on an exquisite chair on the rooftop.

Under the old man's broad forehead were a pair of deep eye sockets, with wisdom sparkling in his eyes. His face was so pale that it was almost transparent, which made people involuntarily think of those knowledgeable and erudite scholars.

His silver hair was meticulously combed, and even his beard was trimmed neatly.

He looks like a knowledgeable old professor.

It was the most unquestionable devil in the world—Sasha Dejansdal Vauban.

The oldest godslayer in this era of World 235.

Godslayers are born in war and die in war.

Just as Pandora said, most godslayers are short-lived. After they are born, they will die in battle one day.

And Vauban had lived for over three hundred years.

After more than three hundred years of fighting with gods, he still survived.

"Are you one of our new kindred?" Vauban opened his eyes slightly. "Is it too rude to make an old man like me wait?"

Ye Zuochen smiled lightly: "Marquis, don't you think this Miss Liliana is very beautiful?"

"Ok?"

Woban was stunned at first, then he smiled and said, "I see, it's my fault."

"I've had moments like that too."

"At that time, I was still very ignorant, with so little knowledge that I couldn't confirm my position. It wasn't until I slaughtered the Ottoman Sultan's guards, drove the Sultan out of the castle, and occupied all his possessions for three months that I was certain that, except for the gods, all others had to look up to me."

Ye Zuochen smiled, casually sat down on the chair opposite Woban, waved his hand, and asked Liliana to sit on his lap.

"Speaking of which, I'm a little curious. As a street kid in the Balkans, and with no godslayers appearing in the world for five hundred years, how did you view your own power back then?"

In response to this question, Vauban chuckled and reminisced, "When I first discovered I could transform into a demon wolf, I attacked the territories of three nearby marquises, seizing their wealth, territory, status, wives, concubines, and daughters. I used them and their children as my stewards and servants."

"For someone like me, who was so poor that I could barely afford a loaf of bread every day and often wandered from place to place, eating exquisite food, caressing the skin of aristocratic ladies, and forcing those marquises to stand by and watch..."

“It’s a life that makes me happy.”

Ye Zuochen nodded slightly.

"Understandable."

Liliana, who was sitting on his lap, frowned slightly, thinking that this behavior was really immoral.

But since my king thinks there is no problem.

Then there is no problem, it is just the limitations of the times.

Vauban said with a smile, "Unfortunately, after a while, the Marquis became unruly."

"They colluded with the Papal States, hoping to use a holy relic to destroy me, but instead attracted an angel."

"After I killed him, the Pope himself recognized my marquisate."

Ye Zuochen was surprised and asked, "You still have the power of an angel?"

"I had it once, but I accidentally lost it," Woban added nonchalantly. "This is a common occurrence. Godslayers like us constantly face life and death. After an overly brutal battle, we lose certain powers. But it's not a big deal. Losing one power strengthens another."

Ye Zuochen nodded and asked curiously, "I remember the leader was born during the Qianlong period. You also have the power of controlling the weather from an Asian deity. Didn't you hear of her name back then?"

"The first time I visited China, it was still called the Qing Dynasty," Vauban said casually. "I think the emperor was called Qianlong or something like that. I went with a friend of mine named Macartney."

"On the way back, I killed a goddess in India."

"That Macartney invited me to settle in Britain..."

The sea breeze blows across the rooftop, bringing a slightly salty scent.

Liliana sat on Ye Zuochen's lap, her blue shawl fluttering gently in the wind.

As she listened to the conversation between the two godslayers, her heart was filled with turmoil.

How ignorant I was to think that even godslayers had no morals.

How could a little girl like me, who had only lived for sixteen years, be qualified to judge a king who had experienced the war with the Ottoman Empire in the early eighteenth century, witnessed the decline of the Spanish Empire, smelled the fireworks of the British Industrial Revolution, and witnessed the entire modern history?

043 The two kings reached an agreement

Upper floor of the hotel.

After recalling the past, Woban was a little surprised.

I didn't expect that he could tell these old stories to the younger generation like an elder.

The last time I felt like a "normal person" was when I first met that woman.

Ye Zuochen's fingers gently stroked Liliana's hair, but his eyes were cast towards the distant sea level.

"We are all intruders in the long river of fate," he suddenly said, "In this multiverse, across the universe, everyone has their own 'place'."

"Humans are born with a 'fate', and gods also have a divine nature."

"These 'grids' are identification cards."

"Only with an ID card can we survive in this vast world."

"In the web of cause and effect woven by all living things, the place of the God-killer will never be found."

"They can only worship us in fear, just like the gods we killed."

Vauban laughed heartily, his silver hair trembling in the wind. "Well said! Those mediocre people always try to judge us by their own pathetic moral standards. Just like those foolish magicians of the past, they feared my power yet longed for my protection."

The sea breeze gradually grew stronger, blowing away the fragrant incense on the rooftop.

"Ok?"

Woban suddenly felt something was wrong. "What did you just say about the multiverse and the universe?"

Ye Zuochen said casually, "I came from a parallel universe whose history is somewhat different from this World 235."

"You seem to have said something very interesting." Woban looked at him deeply and said, "Tell me in detail."

Liliana's body also froze, and she looked at Ye Zuochen in disbelief.

Ye Zuochen casually patted her thigh and talked about the multiverse and the mythological world.

After hearing this, Woban didn't doubt him and just asked, "How do you move between different universes?"

"I have a space similar to a singularity," Ye Zuochen said frankly. "It's a space similar to a region in the Netherworld. The core can provide the ability to travel to different parallel worlds."

"Theoretically, even a god's power could easily accomplish something like this."

"If you use magic, it seems that you can move to a parallel world as long as you cross the Fairy King's territory."

"Very valuable information." Vauban nodded slightly. "Let's stop chatting here. What about the God of Disobedience that is about to appear in Sardinia?"

"Rumors are always exaggerated." Ye Zuochen pinched Liliana's shoulder nonchalantly. "If we're lucky, maybe two gods will descend. But it's more likely that there will be only one, or even..."

He paused meaningfully, "Not a single one."

"If I make this trip in vain, I'll be angry, young fellow." A dangerous shadow appeared on Woban's pale face, but he suddenly changed the subject, "But your previous words have been valuable enough. I can let that Sword King vent this anger."

Liliana felt a chill down her spine.

Four years ago, Woban held a ceremony to gather a large number of witches and witches to summon the god of disobedience.

Although the God of Disobedience came, he was several kilometers away. Unfortunately, Tony got there first. The two started fighting, and in the end, the God of Disobedience was killed by Tony and obtained the [Blessing of Steel].

After hearing that Ye Zuochen's "prey" was also snatched away by Tony, he invited himself to Tony's territory to snatch the prey that should have belonged to Tony.

If Woban hesitated for a second, he would be unworthy of his reputation as a demon king.

Liliana couldn't help but wail in her heart.

Why does their king like to snatch the gods that other kings have their eyes on?

Wait a minute, it seems like I have switched my allegiance to the king.

That’s okay!

Why is the Sword King so evil?

Ye Zuochen simply smiled calmly, "If the God of Disobedience doesn't show up, how about I personally spar with the Marquis?"

"Oh?" Woban narrowed his eyes.

Ye Zuochen added: "A month ago, I fought with the leader. I was standing and she was lying down."

This sentence made Woban's pupils shrink slightly.

The old marquis slowly sat up straight, stroking the armrests of the chair with his large hands.

"You beat that woman? It seems I underestimated you."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the surface of the swimming pool, stretching the figures of the two godslayers.

Liliana held her breath, feeling the invisible pressure in the air gradually rising.

Whether or not the gods descend, this meeting is destined not to end peacefully.

Ye Zuochen continued, "Then we have a deal."

"If two gods appear at the same time, we each choose one."

"If only one god appears, I will fight him. Consider it my reward for sharing the information about the parallel world."

"If no gods appear, then we will just move around on this island for a while."

Woban had no objection to this.

However, he also made a request: "I can't let you take all the good things in the world. If two gods really appear, I will choose first."

"Okay." Ye Zuochen nodded.

Woban didn't waste any words and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the temperature of the entire high-rise building dropped sharply and the air on the rooftop suddenly solidified.

A cold and decayed smell filled the air.

A thin layer of ice silently formed on the surface of the swimming pool.

Liliana's breath condensed into white mist in the cold wind. She subconsciously grabbed Ye Zuochen's sleeve, her eyes fixed on the space around Woban that was instantly fluctuating.

A female deceased appeared from the void, wearing a large black hat and with sunken eyes.

Then, the second, the third...

Dozens of dead servants appeared one after another.

Some of them were dressed in medieval knight armor, some in ancient Eastern sorcerer robes, and there were even a few soldiers in modern military uniforms. Their skin was as gray as corpse wax, and their eyes were empty but revealed a murderous intent.

——Death Servant Cage.

The Marquis of Vauban usurped power from Osiris, the Egyptian god of harvest and the underworld.

It preserves the humans, mythical beasts, demons, and artificial creatures with souls that it has killed as living corpses (the living dead) in the world, making them its loyal servants who are absolutely obedient.

A servant whose soul is imprisoned by the power can be reborn after a period of time even if his body is destroyed.

The Marquis can have them teleport to his side instantly.

"Go, turn this island upside down." Woban ordered calmly.

The dead servants knelt silently and spread to every corner of Sardinia.

At the same time, Woban raised his palm, and a pale cold light flashed on his fingertips.

"Ouch——!"

Suddenly, the howling of wolves echoed in the night sky.