At the same time, my wife is myself.

They serve the king, not the other way around.

"Your Majesty, how are you feeling? Are you injured?"

Erica's slender fingers groped over Qian Yuan's body. Beneath the tattered clothes lay a well-defined physique, and the powerful aura emanating from him made Erica blush.

"It seems you are not injured."

"No, I'm injured and need treatment."

Qianyuan grasped Erica's hand and placed it on her left chest. The strong, powerful heartbeat reached her, and Erica's face flushed slightly.

Because of the surging magic power surrounding the Godslayer's body, healing must be performed from within, such as through the mouth.

In other words, kissing is required.

Speaking of which, will Andre heal the Sword King?

A strange thought suddenly crossed Qianyuan's mind.

Erica tiptoed and gave her king a sweet kiss.

The movements started gently and gradually became more intense. Of course, Qianyuan didn't limit himself to kissing; his large hands also roamed over the girl's graceful body.

Liliana's face turned bright red; her brain was overloaded just from looking at such a shocking scene.

Alice had anticipated this, and she was very open-minded about it. She could communicate normally, was responsible, and cared about the safety of ordinary people.

This is already the best god-slayer.

They weren't even lustful.

Yes, in Alice's opinion, Qianyuan is not lecherous at all. She has only taken in three attendants and one disobedient god, for a total of four.

Given the status of a god-slayer, and with today's convenient communication and transportation methods, if he were truly a lecherous man, hundreds or even thousands of beautiful young women would be presented to him the next day, with a different one every day.

A barrier that obscures the view covers the entire island, yet sunlight still manages to penetrate.

In this battlefield filled with the destructive traces of the god-slayers, Erica's clothes fell off one by one, revealing her smooth, snow-white skin.

"King~"

She let out a soft cry of pain, which gradually became melodious and pleasant.

…………

News of the Sword King's defeat quickly spread throughout the world.

This was unexpected by everyone, because the Sword King was defeated too quickly.

Some people felt that the King of a Thousand Faces, as a newly born god-slayer, was overestimating himself by rushing to challenge all other god-slayers before even familiarizing himself with his own powers.

Even if you don't dare to say it out loud, you'll always have this thought in your heart.

But in the face of this record, any disrespectful thoughts are shattered.

The Sword King arrived by helicopter and was carried back by helicopter, his body wrapped in bandages when he returned.

Magicians who were closely watching the outcome of this battle were able to deduce how long the helicopter had been flying based on its speed and fuel consumption.

Based on the round-trip time, the approximate battle time between the Sword King and the Thousand-Faced King can be estimated.

It was very short, extremely short, far shorter than they had anticipated.

"It's not even an hour? It might not even be half an hour."

At the headquarters of the Red-Eyed Black Cross, Paul looked at the data laid out before him and felt his whole body tremble.

We can't just start fighting and then leave, can we? We have to have a chat first, right?

In other words, the actual time will only be shorter than the estimated time.

Even though he felt he was on the verge of taking off because his own niece had latched onto the god-slayer, he never expected the takeoff to be so complete.

This newly born god-slayer is incredibly powerful?

Did he acquire exceptionally powerful abilities?

Paul recalled the legends of Vereslana and Mecard in his mind, but he couldn't imagine what kind of power could be so amazing. He could only marvel at his niece's good luck.

As for the other societies of the Southern European Magic Alliance, they didn't dare to utter a sound, thankful that they hadn't offended this great god, nor were they tough enough to follow the Sword King to the death. Instead, they knelt down quite obediently.

Otherwise, the Sword King would have defeated them in less than half an hour, which would have been too embarrassing.

"That Tony kid stole my prey again, but this time he's bitten off more than he can chew."

Upon receiving the intelligence, Marquis Voban's eyes lit up. His wolf-like eyes, gleaming with a ghostly green light, suddenly shone brightly, as if he had caught the scent of his prey.

A slight, bloodthirsty smile appeared on his lips.

"It seems that I can go all out in this battle. Even hunting down the disobedient gods would probably not be as satisfying as this battle."

A suffocating sense of oppression emanated from him, as if a long-dormant beast was awakening.

His face was filled with undisguised excitement and killing intent, and his bloodthirsty aura grew stronger, as if even the surrounding shadows trembled under his pressure.

"Let's get going."

He instructed Kranichal, "I can't wait to taste the blood of battle."

At the same time, Luo Hao, the martial arts master of Mount Lu, also received a report from his disciple Lu Yinghua.

"The King of a Thousand Faces, that's his title?"

Luo Hao didn't understand what this title had to do with Qian Yuan, but she didn't care about such trivial details.

"To be able to defeat that barbarian wielding a sword so quickly, he must have extremely high attainments in martial arts and magic."

She was someone who had cultivated both martial arts and magic to the highest level. If she hadn't killed a god, she would have ascended to the underworld and become an immortal being.

She has always been proud of her talent.

Marquis Voban, on the other hand, knew nothing about magic and martial arts, considering them useless and not worth having any special skills, nor was he interested in learning them.

The two had a very serious ideological conflict on this issue, and fought several times because of it, all of which ended in a draw.

Upon hearing that Qianyuan was also from China and was skilled in martial arts and magic, she immediately felt that she had found a kindred spirit.

"It seems that fighting him will also allow me to hone my martial arts skills. I will definitely prove to that old wolf that martial arts and magic can play a role that is by no means inferior to power!"

Chapter 88 The Handsome Witch and Luo Hao's Commentary on the Wolf King (4k)

The adult world is not easy, but in the realm of god-slayers, Qianyuan easily defeated the Sword King.

While the whole world was reeling from this achievement, Chiyuki was comfortably lying in the hot spring, enjoying the warm and soft touch of the beautiful girl.

Although there were no hot springs on the island and it was surrounded by seawater, he controlled the earth to create suitable pits, used the power of the [Sky Ruler] to bring down heavy rain, and then heated it slightly with flames to create a real hot spring.

Erica and Liliana were serving him on either side, their fair and radiant skin dazzlingly white.

Even after taking the final step, Liliana was still very shy and dared not look directly at Chiyuki.

Especially now, in the hot spring, not only are they completely open with each other, but Qianyuan's hands are also wrapped around her and Erica's slender waists respectively. How could his hands possibly stay still while he's holding them in the hot spring?

White mist filled the hot spring, and in the hazy atmosphere, the shy girl and her tantalizingly exposed fair skin became even more alluring.

Erica poured red wine onto her delicate collarbone, then hooked her arm around Qianyuan's neck, letting him bury his head in it to savor the wine.

"Wang is really amazing."

Her voice was soft, with a hint of hoarseness, "I thought I was going to die. Is this the power of a god-slayer?"

"Theoretically speaking, a typical god-slayer should be inferior to me."

Qianyuan's physique is already very strong, and with the added power of [Aries], ordinary god-slayers are truly no match for her.

"As expected of you."

Erica leaned on his shoulder, her face flushed. "It's a good thing that Lily and Princess Alice shared the firepower, otherwise you would have really messed me up."

"That's not to the point. I still cherish women and would never really ruin you."

Qianyuan tapped Liliana with her fingertip. "Lilian, aren't you right?"

Liliana's head was practically steaming at this point:

"Wang is really mean-spirited. Don't ask such an embarrassing question."

She was so shy she was about to explode. She didn't know where to look, and she dared not look at Qianyuan or the underwater area.

Gulu gulu——

Several bubbles appeared on the water in front of Qianyuan, and Alice emerged from the water, looking just like a mermaid.

She swallowed twice and said, "No matter how many times I witness it, it still feels amazing. Are you really human, Your Majesty? I feel like I don't need to eat all day."

"Of course you count as human... right?"

Qianyuan was also a little uncertain, but he was always indifferent, "As long as it's humanoid, that's fine."

Alice asked, "They should be waiting in the Far East, right? I remember notifying them before the battle with the Sword King."

Qianyuan didn't put all his battles together at once. Instead, he would fight one battle and rest for a few days. He wasn't a battle maniac and preferred to enjoy life. So, from the very beginning, he notified the Far East to prepare for his arrival.

"Then let them wait."

Qianyuan said nonchalantly, "Am I supposed to accommodate their schedules?"

Erica said, "It is their honor to make them wait for the King."

Alice had no objection to this; she simply reminded Qianyuan that since it wouldn't interfere with any important matters, it didn't matter.

She licked her lips; the taste was indeed wonderful. She then submerged back into the water.

…………

These past few days, the entire magic society in the Far East has felt like the sky is falling, because the seventh god-slayer demon king is challenging all god-slayers to a duel, and has set the location as a deserted island in the Far East Sea.

Ha, won't this sink the Far East?

People in the Far East sorcery community are worried, and some are even considering running away or leaving the Far East altogether.

However, the world of sorcery is quite rigid, and the circles are fixed. If they leave their respective organizations, there really aren't many good places for them to go.

At the Tokyo office of the Committee for the Compilation of Official Histories, the head of the office, Kaoru Saya, was in a state of utter chaos.

Although the world of sorcery in the Far East is basically divided among various major families, much like a feudal system, there is still an official organization, namely the Committee for the Compilation of Official Histories.

Sayamiya Kaoru was still a student when she became the head of the department, the key figure who held power in the Kanto Committee, and the next commander-in-chief of the official history compilation committee.

All of this is related to her own efforts and her excellent shrine maiden qualities. Of course, her family background in the Saya family also provided a little help.

Now she just wants to be dismissed, she doesn't want to sit in this position at all, and would rather be an ordinary person.

There's a long-standing hierarchy in the Far East where everything outside of Tokyo is considered rural. Erica wasn't sure which part of the Far East was the best, so she naturally chose Tokyo as her base.

So the blame was simply shifted to her.

Since that Demon King is coming to Tokyo, it's only natural that you, as the Tokyo Director, should be in charge of receiving him.

Moreover, we've heard that this Demon King is a young man, impetuous and fond of beautiful women. He not only took in two beautiful knight princesses, but also stole away the strongest witch in Europe, the jewel of the magic world, Princess Alice.

After careful consideration, the organization has decided that you will be in charge of dealing with the King of a Thousand Faces!

I'm fighting a god-slayer? Really?

Saya Miyako also understood that this "dealing with" did not actually mean that she had to fight the Godslayer, but rather that she had to gain the Godslayer's favor through certain means.

For example, climbing onto his bed, sofa, or kitchen and balcony.

I heard that the Demon King has a swimming pool at home, so he might be in the pool.

She didn't mind such things. In fact, there were very few women in the magic world who would resist sleeping with a godkiller, unless that godkiller had a penchant for torture and killing, otherwise it was a shortcut to instant success.

Among the Godslayers, Qian Yuan is the most normal one, young, handsome, and powerful.

If I were to actually sleep with him, I'd probably be in charge of the entire Far East, right? Even the powerful figure behind the official history compilation committee would have to consider my thoughts.

Saya Miyako banished the fantasies from her mind. She picked up a mirror and looked at her spirited face in it, feeling genuinely troubled.

She is indeed very beautiful, but her looks lean towards handsome. Compared to men, she is more popular with women. I wonder if the King of a Thousand Faces is interested in her type.

"However, since he is from Shenzhou, he might also be interested in that, the Shenzhou hero god sealed in the Far East, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong."

Saya Miyako was very troubled. "And the matter of summoning priestesses, is it mostly an attempt to imitate Marquis Voban's summoning of a disobedient god?"

This information has already been analyzed by various magic societies, but analysis alone is useless; no solution can be found.

"The Far East is truly plagued by disasters; could it really be going to sink?"