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"I, Paul Bunyan, have specially come to visit Professor Jebediah!"
His voice carried a hint of solemnity, yet it was incomparably clear. Just that rich, magnetic tone, imbued with an unspoken depth, made one feel a touch of familiarity.
However, Jebediah would not be so shallow. Anyone who could cross that 'Exorcist Barrier' must be a magical being. Even if not some wicked sorcerer, they were certainly figures like master mages. Perhaps they possessed talent in magic, or some powerful divine artifact, but this man, just at a glance, was clearly no ordinary fellow. That was heroic spirit, the aura of a warrior who had experienced countless battles and truly fought.
Combined with his reaction, this fellow was definitely not some simpleton who accidentally stumbled into the wrong place. But even in this situation, Jebediah did not make the first move.
"I am the Professor Jebediah you are looking for. So, what exactly have you come for?"
He responded with such a deep voice. An invisible magical power swirled around him. In terms of the quantity of that magic power, it might only be an ordinary level, but in terms of quality, it was incomparably terrifying. However, even so, among ordinary mages, this was a decent level. Moreover, to fight alongside a Godslayer, and to take on that high and mighty divine ancestor as his opponent, this old black man was definitely no idle figure in terms of strength.
But that had no meaning whatsoever. At least, in the eyes of the heroic spirit, who was inscribed in legends as a knight, he could only be barely considered "readable."
"My king commands me to invite Annie-sama to the banquet of the Netherworld. I hope you will be lenient."
He said this with such nonchalance, as if he had no idea what he was saying.
"How do you know Anne's identity?!" Jebediah asked without hesitation, a trickle of sweat appearing on his face. After all, Annie's identity absolutely could not be revealed, otherwise, the disaster that those evil sorcerers desired would fall upon her family and friends at any moment. But what responded to him was indeed the knight's soft laugh.
"Naturally, it is our King, the Hero-King Gilgamesh's command."
These words, spoken from the knight's mouth, carried a hint of arrogance. Indeed, among Godslayers, Gilgamesh was also one of the top figures. He effortlessly and flawlessly resolved two Godslayers. Even that so-called Martial Emperor Luo Luo was certainly no match for him. It was just that his personality was truly too terrible. Paul, like this, sighed involuntarily in his heart.
One must know, at this moment, his adopted daughter, even though she also belonged to Gilgamesh's subordinates, was merely a humble maid.
"Hero-King?" Jebediah asked in surprise, his voice tinged with doubt. But the next moment, his old face was gripped by terror.
"Hero-King Gilgamesh! Why does that Lord wish to find Annie? There is no connection between us whatsoever!"
He spoke in such a terrified manner, his words becoming increasingly distorted and difficult to understand. But more than that, it was anxiety, brought by the fear of the Godslayer named John.
"This, I know nothing about. Moreover, to welcome the Godslayer from America, I still need your sincere help."
He said this, his words still so clear, his posture as bright as the sun, as if without any cunning whatsoever. The next moment, he swung his fist, an unparalleled steel fist. As a heroic spirit, even solid steel could be easily shattered by him. So, for him, it was merely a blow delivered without much thought.
Without hesitation, Jebediah raised a barrier in front of himself, blocking the strike. The steel fist, covered in black gloves, imprinted itself on the barrier adorned with azure runes, making not a single sound.
He blocked it. This strike was blocked. Jebediah involuntarily let out a soft sigh of relief, then prepared to weave the next counter-spell. However, Paul Bunyan's lips curled into a faint smile.
"Perhaps a bit too naive."
He muttered softly, then his steel fist tightened, and he lightly exerted force. Following closely was the sound of shattering. That was the sound of the barrier being shattered. The colossal steel fist ruthlessly imprinted itself directly onto Jebediah's body.
Feeling the irresistible force coming from his abdomen, Jebediah involuntarily revealed a hint of helplessness. The gap was simply too great. This fellow, even among the peak knights, was nothing special. The next moment, he was brutally smashed away, landing on the thick office desk.
"Let go, let go!"
Jack saw this scene and couldn't help but step in front of Jebediah, trying to stop Paul.
"My Lord's command did not say to mercilessly kill the innocent."
The knight said this, continuing to walk as if he hadn't seen Jack.
"And I myself am not one to indiscriminately kill the innocent."
The sound of his boots clicking on the ground made Jack involuntarily tremble. He watched the man approaching step by step, involuntarily revealing a look of fear. But then, it transformed into stubbornness.
"So, get out of the way. I'm merely taking this fellow away. I will absolutely not harm the lives of innocents."
These words came from Paul's mouth, carrying a convincing power. However, what responded to him were sounds of whimpering.
"Absolutely not, how is that possible!" The pitiful fellow, who wasn't very strong and had little magic power within his body, said this, then raised his hand. A faint flame, to an extent that even ordinary people couldn't be harmed, shot towards Paul.
However, it was, naturally, meaningless.
The knight unhesitatingly stepped past Jack, muttering softly. "Reckless courage isn't something very valuable. However, I said I wouldn't harm the innocent."
He said this, picked up the old man who had fallen to the ground, and left this office, which was already a mess, without any hesitation. Only Jack remained, curled up on the cold ground, whimpering helplessly. More than at any other time, he hated his own weakness.
On the other side, in a country located in the northeast of the Arabian Peninsula, named Ishtar's Land in Babylon. Here, the disaster known as the Godslayer was secretly residing.
"It's truly a place that makes one recall memories, but most of it is still annoying trash."
That was the imposing golden figure, the man named Gilgamesh. At this moment, in front of him were dozens of men pointing guns at this king. They were the troops of a terrifying organization, and Gilgamesh was not lenient with them.
A ruthless smile curled on Gilgamesh's lips.
"You overestimating mongrels, turn to dust for this king!"
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