"Your Highness, the Marik family has been cleaned up."
That was a knight with scars on his face and on the exposed skin of his body.
He was a Heroic Spirit Knight from Spain, newly converted, and one of the few among the great knights who wasn't old and frail.
However, perhaps due to too many injuries, this guy had long lost his combat power before submitting to Germa.
But, at this moment, after becoming a Heroic Spirit, the malevolence suppressed within this body not only showed no sign of receding but intensified.
For Germa, even with such flaws, he still chose to use his power without hesitation.
"According to your will, we subtly arranged for Marik Ishtar to encounter some minor trouble when returning to the temple, making her just miss the guys from the Five Worshippers Sect, and her hatred has already been directed towards the Five Worshippers Sect."
He said this, but there was a hint of doubt in his words.
However, Germa saw no need to respond to him.
"Step back."
The king said this, his voice devoid of emotion, making it difficult to discern his will.
"That, what does 'clean up' mean?"
As the Heroic Spirit Knight turned into deep red light dust, the Goddess of Slaughter, Lady Aisa, asked with a bewildered expression.
However, Germa's faint disdain was her only reply.
"It has nothing to do with you. Just think about how to serve this King."
He said this, ignoring the unwillingness on Aisa's face, and directly opened another bottle of fine wine, lightly sniffing the fragrant aroma.
Several hours later, in the dilapidated Kyoto.
The dark red karma fire finally dissipated, leaving behind only scorched black ruins.
There were no survivors, not a single one. All innocent civilians died in this natural disaster.
It was an unparalleled catastrophe, a disaster brought by the Demon King, the Goddess of Slaughter.
Volphon's authority, "Sinner of Karma Fire," effortlessly turned this prosperous city into ashes.
On one of the few remaining, towering buildings.
"So, it's confirmed that the number of survivors is zero?"
A faint sigh came from the woman.
That was a woman named Scheherazade. At this moment, her body was no longer in its original attire, but a fresh red, dazzling witch's outfit.
A thick layer of sorrow hovered on her face, but it couldn't make her lose her reason.
At this moment, even with such hatred, this woman remained incomparably calm, a calmness laced with unparalleled killing intent.
Killing intent towards Volphon, and killing intent towards Germa.
"That's right. Even those who hid underground have probably been turned into corpses by this karma fire that lasted for several days."
That was a nonchalant remark, but it couldn't conceal the fleeting sorrow.
A very casual man, his dark red hair covering his face and eyes.
However, this man named Kanba Touma was noticeably emaciated at this moment.
Clearly, this guy wasn't as nonchalant as he claimed.
"Your attire is truly beautiful. Why didn't I see such aesthetics on you in the past?"
His words, extremely casual, were spoken as if without thought, from this man's mouth.
However, there was a hint of helplessness within that casualness.
"It's fine, don't worry."
Hearing such words, Scheherazade felt her companion's goodwill and responded faintly.
However, the blood vessels covering her eyes silently spoke of the girl's exhaustion.
"No, now I have some bad news here."
Kanba Touma let out a faint bitter laugh. His extremely casual expression on his face was tinged with fatigue.
"Black Prince Alexander, Martial Arts King Luo Wei, Volphon, John Protoss, and even the reclusive Lady Aisa, are all rushing to the Island Nation at this moment."
He said this, his words carrying an unspeakable bitterness.
"And after Luo Wei arrives, he will immediately lead the warriors and mages of the Five Worshippers Sect to completely slaughter the Marik family. Only Marik Yuri and Marik Hikari's whereabouts are unknown. They've probably been kidnapped."
Hearing such intelligence, Scheherazade couldn't help but be startled.
"Could it be, their target is that guy?"
She said this, her words carrying a hint of tremor.
"That's right. It should be the Monkey God, Son Goku, located in the Western Heavens Palace."
Kanba Touma said with a bitter smile. He lightly loosened the intelligence in his hand, watching the clean paper slide down towards the building below, involuntarily sighing softly.
"Then, evacuate the civilians there."
Scheherazade said faintly, her words carrying a hint of weariness.
"After all, that area is a tourist region, so there aren't too many residents, right?"
Just as she let out a slight sigh of relief, a wave of sorcery flashed in front of her.
That was the intelligence reported to her by her subordinate.
"At Narita Airport, Hero King Germa and Black Prince Alexander are clashing. Even Lady Aisa is present."
Hearing this intelligence, Scheherazade's fair face instantly turned pale.
And a few minutes ago, at the Temple of Hera in Promontory Bay.
This place, originally a tourist attraction, had at this moment transformed into a living hell.
It was countless corpses, and a young girl who walked only on empty spaces.
The young girl named Athena mercilessly unleashed her divine power, the divine power of the underworld. The death she unleashed brought death to thousands of tourists.
Naturally, even though she was no longer a disobedient god, her core being had not changed in the slightest.
At this moment, this young girl faintly flung her pale silver short hair, like moonlight, then stepped over corpse after corpse.
Looking at these dead individuals, she felt no pity, merely a faint sadness.
She was originally a disobedient god. And now, she was also a so-called Heroic Spirit, completely unrelated to those humans.
"Although this is that guy's territory, these guys haven't sworn allegiance to him yet, have they?"
A soft murmur, carrying a hint of a cute tone, came from this young girl's mouth.
She hesitated slightly, but still chose to summon these dead individuals once again.
After all, if Germa were to find a reason, her night would definitely not go well.
Then, before her eyes, stood the ancient temple, a temple of Hera, dedicated to the mother goddess, used for sacrifices.
"The aura of discomfort from the King of Hell."
A faint sigh came from this young girl's mouth.
At the same time, streaks of black mist gradually condensed in her hand.
It was black, with a death-scythe.
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