At the same time, my wife is myself.

Qianyuan flew through the sky, deftly dodging all the sword energy unleashed by Salvatore, reciting her lines:

"Your power [divine depravity] is a power usurped from Dionysus, the god of wine in ancient Greek mythology, one of the twelve Olympian gods, and the god of wine worshipped by the ancient Greeks and Thracians."

"The ancient Greeks' worship of Dionysus was one of the secret religious rituals, similar to the Eleusine rituals for Demeter and Persephone. In the Thracian rituals, he wore a fox skin, which was said to symbolize new life. The Dionysian revelry, which was exclusive to Dionysus, was the most secret religious ritual."

As Qianyuan gradually uncovered the secrets of that power, the golden blade in his hand became increasingly dazzling, as if even the light in the world was attracted by it.

This sword is not forged from ordinary iron, but is a supreme power with the power of words as its blade and knowledge as its edge. Every word of words, every understanding of myths and legends, is transformed into runes on the sword, shimmering with the light of wisdom.

In Qianyuan's mind, countless fragments of myths and details of legends surged forth like a tide, transforming into the radiance flowing along the blade. The more knowledge he acquired, the more powerful the golden blade became. Wherever the sword's edge pointed, even the authority of gods could be severed.

"That's... a power of words targeting the authority of Dionysus?"

On the helicopter, Andre, who was traveling far from the island, also heard Qianyuan's explanation of the powers of Dionysus, and looked somewhat confused.

“Tony is currently using Nuada’s power, so why would he choose to seal away Dionysus’s power?”

"It seems that the king intends to use his power to deal with the enemy."

Erica, who was watching from a distance, said, "The power of Dionysus will disrupt the magic, causing all magic and powers to be temporarily unusable. At that time, we will enter the close combat that Lord Salvatore is best at."

The Sword King is the youngest, having only been a god-slayer for a few years, and his powers have long been known to the magic world.

Alice said, "It seems our king is not so reckless after all; he knows how to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses."

"Play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses?"

Erica laughed. "It seems you don't understand the King. The King's martial arts are unparalleled. He demonstrated this when he killed two disobedient gods. He just wanted to familiarize himself with the use of his powers through this battle."

Alice specializes in magic, but she has been physically weak since childhood and has even had difficulty maintaining a normal life. She is also completely ignorant of martial arts.

Therefore, she could not understand Qianyuan's exquisite movements in the battle at all. In her eyes, Qianyuan was just dodging the sword king's sharp sword energy.

Erica and Liliana, who had practiced martial arts since childhood and even won the title of Great Knight, were already captivated by Qian Yuan's leisurely stroll. While weaving complex powers, they dodged every sword aura of the Sword King with near-perfect rhythm.

His steps were light and precise, having already anticipated the trajectory of the sword energy. Each dodge was perfectly timed, wasting no effort and leaving no opportunity for his opponent.

The Sword King realized something was wrong. Although he didn't know what Qianyuan was planning to do, he knew he had to stop the enemy from doing what they wanted to do.

"O Arm of Nuada, grant me the sword of victory!"

He chanted the incantation once more, and the surrounding air was soaked in the silver light of the power, transforming into transparent demonic swords. These demonic swords, though formless and intangible, exuded a chillingly sharp aura.

Countless invisible demonic swords filled the air, shooting towards Qian Yuan like a torrential rain, emitting a sharp whistling sound as they sliced ​​through the air.

This time, Qianyuan was unable to perfectly dodge all the sword energy, so she raised her golden sword to fight against it.

With each battle, the light on the golden sword dimmed a little.

The Sword King's Demon Sword can cut through not only physical objects, but also intangible substances such as gas, liquid, and spirits. It can even cut through Qian Yuan's Golden Sword!

Although it hasn't been cut off yet, as long as the demonic sword is used continuously to wear it down, the power of this Word of Power Blade will be completely worn away before it can even exert its effect.

Did you instinctively choose the course of action that was most advantageous to you?

Although Qianyuan was confident that Lei Yingdian, who had won the Demon God War, must be a better swordsman than the Sword King, the Sword King's luck would play a greater role in close combat than in a power clash where there was no chance of winning.

He chanted the incantation once more: "O Mythra, Lord of the Radiant Sun, O Praised One! For the conquest of all enemies, grant me the strongest of a thousand lights and a thousand swords!"

A raging flame erupted on the sword, and the golden blade in Qianyuan's hand transformed into a white, blazing ball of light.

He also incorporated the White Horse into the Golden Blade, greatly enhancing its lethality.

Countless golden blades, burning with blazing white flames, tore through the air like a meteor shower, hurtling towards their target with destructive force. Each golden blade was wreathed in flames as hot as the sun, as if even the air itself was ignited, emitting a piercing hiss.

At the same time, the invisible demonic swords controlled by Salvatore rained down like a storm. Though their blades were invisible, they exuded a suffocatingly sharp aura. The two forces converged in mid-air, the blazing white flames and the invisible sword energy colliding violently, unleashing a deafening roar.

"boom--!"

The power of the sun's fire and the demonic sword collided and erupted completely, the blazing white light instantly engulfing everything around them, as if a miniature sun had exploded in the sky. Flames and sword energy intertwined to form a destructive domain.

The ground melted under the intense heat, the air was torn apart, and even the distant mountains trembled in the aftershocks. The vast island began its inevitable collapse.

Qianyuan continued chanting incantations related to Dionysus:

"Initially, only women participated in the processions of Dionysus. The women in the Dionysian processions usually wore ivy crowns, were covered with deerskin, and carried Dionysian staffs wrapped with ivy and topped with pine cones. They also played hand drums and cymbals, and acted as Dionysian madwomen."

"They roamed in groups through the mountains and forests, waving Dionysian staffs and torches, dancing and shouting wildly. When this madness reached its peak, they destroyed everything they encountered."

If they encountered wild animals, or even children, they would immediately tear them into pieces and swallow them raw, believing that this raw meat was a form of holy communion, and that eating it would unite them with God.

He separated a golden blade, which shone with a dazzling light.

Qianyuan, wielding a golden blade, closed in on the King of Swords.

"Well done!"

Salvatore brandished his demonic sword, and Qianyuan, moving like a ghost, dodged the incoming sword light and plunged the golden sword into his body.

Salvatore felt nothing at all. As a golden sword that seals power, it has no killing power on the body of a god-slayer unless combined with other powers.

The Sword King has not yet used the powers that Qian Yuan has sealed, so his movements are not faltered in the slightest. The demonic sword that cuts through the earth continues to slash towards Qian Yuan's head.

"Wouldn't this card be better for dealing with you?"

Qianyuan inserted Mekal's card into her body, and Mekal's power within her instantly expanded.

Through this power, he perceived the previously invisible myth, and his connection with the myth became closer.

clang--

Two divine artifacts crackling with lightning appeared in Qianyuan's hands. They were the Pursuer and the Exile, divine artifacts forged by the God of Crafts, Kusava Hassis, for Mekal.

As a weapon of the God-King, it possesses power on par with Nuada, and is not so easily severed.

Blocking his demonic sword, Qianyuan struck the Sword King in the face with another stick, sending him flying.

Immediately afterwards, Qianyuan chased after the Sword King who had been knocked away, striking him repeatedly with both hands like spinning a top, making it impossible for him to land. Blood splattered everywhere, the sound of bones breaking was incessant, and bone fragments could even be seen emerging from his body.

After transforming the air into demonic swords once more, hindering Qian Yuan's progress, Salvatore was finally able to place his feet on the island's land:

"This is truly an illegal power, and this feeling is... that of a disobedient god?"

Salvatore felt his fighting spirit soaring, his battle intent unleashed to its fullest extent, and his previously injured body automatically adjusted to the optimal state for combat.

This is the constitution of a god-slayer; when facing a disobedient god, it automatically adjusts to its optimal state.

"I don't understand. You're really interesting, but if this continues, I'm bound to lose. That divine artifact is also a manifestation of power, isn't it?"

He chanted the incantation: "Witches of Dionysus...call upon the divine son! Be intoxicated by the raging wine of the gods, abandon your homes, and wander into the mountains and forests. Worship our gods!"

However, there was no reaction; his powers were locked down.

"So that's what that sword was for?"

It was only then that he realized that Qianyuan could actually seal power.

Left with no other option, he had to resort to another power.

"Blood of the evil dragon Fafnir, grant me the destiny of immortality..."

That was the power of "Guardian of Steel" that he had usurped from the Norse hero "Siegfried," which gave his body the hardness and weight of steel and the power to protect himself.

However, this will also make his movements sluggish.

But it doesn't matter, isn't he now the perfect material for a magic sword?

While activating [Steel Protection], he used [Tearing Silver Hand] to forge himself into an indestructible demonic sword, and with the control of the demonic sword, he flew directly into the air.

Now, he is a flying sword!

Qianyuan swung his large club and struck the Sword King. To his surprise, the body that was originally indestructible, which could not be destroyed by fire, lightning, or the deep sea, actually splattered blood.

The Sword King sensed that unless he forged himself into a demonic sword, he would be severely injured and unable to recover.

How could this be? When did my [Steel Protection] become so fragile?!

Even though he tried his best to maneuver, Qianyuan, who could fly, easily cut off his path, and the two divine artifacts landed heavily on him.

The Sword King collapsed, severely wounded, and lost all his powers.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I'll die if you keep hitting me!"

The Sword King begged for mercy, but his entire body was covered in broken flesh, countless bones were broken, and his internal organs were damaged.

A normal person would definitely be dead, but he's a god-slayer, he'll be fine after a couple of days of rest.

Salvatore was very curious: "Why didn't my [Steel Protection] work? What kind of power is that?"

Qianyuan said, "Think about it carefully, is your [Steel Protection] really made of steel?"

Salvatore was completely bewildered. He was a genius in swordsmanship, but he was a complete mess and didn't care about anything else. He didn't even glance at the mythological knowledge required for a god-slayer.

He scratched his head: "Isn't that right?"

Qian Yuanyou said, "Your [Steel Protection] comes from Siegfried. In the legend, Siegfried killed the evil dragon Fafnir and bathed in its blood to gain an invulnerable body."

"Do you understand now? Your 'steel' isn't steel at all, it's a fucking dragon!"

Qianyuan emphasized, "You are the dragon!"

"I'm actually a dragon."

Salvatore suddenly realized, "So those two sticks of yours are for attacking dragons."

"Yes, Mekal used these two divine weapons to defeat the Dragon King Yam and ascend to the throne of the God King. Without a doubt, he can be considered a steel hero god who slays the dragon and serpent."

Seeing that the battle here was finally over, Andrei flew over in a helicopter to pick up the people.

Qianyuan said, "Since you lost, the Southern European Magic League belongs to me."

The Sword King looked bewildered. What does this have to do with me?

He had no recollection of being the nominal leader of this alliance.

"And you are not allowed to lay a hand on my wife, who is the Earth Mother Goddess."

Qianyuan casually used her magic to sketch Athena's image.

"If you dare to make a move, I will kill you."

Knowing the Sword King's personality, he figured the letter of invitation would likely only contain the word "battle," so he went to great lengths to explain, lest he be accused of killing someone without giving them a proper lesson.

"Oh, I'll definitely remember that."

The Sword King readily agreed, and Qian Yuan didn't care whether he would keep his word or not. If he didn't, she would kill him, or extract his soul and give it to Athena for some destructive research.

Andre bowed to Qianyuan: "King of a Thousand Faces, my king has caused you trouble."

"It's alright, it's just a friendly spar, it was arranged by me, there's no trouble at all."

Qianyuan's words were extremely casual, but Andrei felt a chill run down his spine.

He knew where this casualness came from; Qian Yuan didn't care whether the Sword King would keep his word. Perhaps among all the god-slayers, this Thousand-Faced King was the most bloodthirsty.

Even the seemingly fiercest and most wicked Marquis Voban, or the tyrannical Wuxia King, still cherish their fellow god-slayers.

The Sword King stole the Disobedient God that Marquis Voban had painstakingly summoned, and the old man only wanted to fight him.

The King of Martial Arts also gave the King of Swords pointers on swordsmanship.

But this king of a thousand faces may have some kinship, though it is much more distant.

Thinking of this, Andrei's expression became even more respectful.

The Sword King was very enthusiastic towards Qian Yuan. He loved fighting and didn't sense any malice from her, saying casually:

"Don't be so nervous, Andrei. My good brother and I have become best friends. Although we haven't said much, we've been able to completely understand each other's thoughts through battle!"

I think you don't understand at all.

Andrei had a headache, but when he saw that Qianyuan was not displeased, he breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, as long as he did not cross the line of this king, he might be the easiest king to communicate with. If he was not bloodthirsty, then a little less brotherly affection was not a flaw at all.

The reason he cared so much was simply because the Sword King was his close friend and also a troublemaker.

"That was really satisfying."

Salvatore walked toward the helicopter and extended an invitation to Chiyuki.

"Hey bro, wanna fly away together?"

"No need, I have my own channels."

“I know, there’s also that old man.”

The Sword King looked on with envy. "Another fight? That's great. Even though we've already fought, I really want to fight them all again. Once my injuries have healed, I might as well go and challenge that old man. He definitely won't mind."

He boarded the helicopter and left, while Erica also piloted the helicopter to land. Even though Chiyo could fly, she couldn't allow the king she served to take them flying around.