"Master, the information on the Black Prince has been compiled."
A female electronic chorus voice came from the phone floating in front of Aslan.
"Project it, let me see."
The corner of Aslan's mouth curved into a smile, and he happily began reading the Black Prince's information.
Of course, instead of information, he was now mostly seeing dark history.
"Interesting, I didn't expect there'd be doujinshi about the Black Prince and his great knight subordinate, Ice Man, here."
"Let's see the content…"
But before Aslan finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck and shattered the wall in front of him that was being used as a screen.
Aslan shook his head helplessly and put away his phone.
"Really, one after another so impatient, can't hold back even a little."
As he spoke, Aslan turned around and saw a figure with a cold expression, almost murderous.
The Black Prince, Alexander Gascoigne.
"So, you were hiding here, my comrades, and the White Hime-Miko."
Hearing the voice, Alice blinked and turned to Aslan.
(Aren't you the King of the End? Why does Alec think you're a Heretic God?)
Alice's eyes showed such doubt.
Aslan winked with interest, didn't answer, just looked at the Black Prince and continued listening.
"If you wanted to provoke me, then you succeeded."
"And you, White Hime-Miko, have I been too lenient with you? Who gave you the courage to research my character and name my Divine Authorities?"
Alec was only slightly angry about the doujinshi of him and Ice Man. After all, it was a small loss to Alice, and he still followed the rules.
Besides, he didn't know—the thing that made him angry, even ashamed, was the analysis report of his reactions attached after the doujinshi.
Anyone, seeing others analyze your character, compile it into a report, turn it into information, and even give ways to deal with you, would be furious.
Alec User Manual.
Especially an arrogant, stubborn God Slayer called a Devil King?
From the looks of it, this wasn't just about himself.
He knew what Witenagemot was hiding.
As for Aslan, he didn't sense Heretic God aura on him. Aslan also didn't make him feel like fighting.
Alec narrowed his eyes. From Aslan's body, he smelled a dangerous aura.
But it didn't matter. With the Black Lightning Divine Authority he mastered, he was confident he could face any existence.
"But how desperate are you, or how hungry, to accept an evil and immoral Hime-Miko like that."
Alec said half-moved, half-admiring.
In his view, Aslan before him was truly a brave man.
"Don't you think her panicked look is very interesting?"
Aslan said with a faint smile. But indeed, Alice had many little thoughts.
She needed proper discipline.
"Hmm~, I think the King accepted me because of my charm."
Alice said with a sad expression.
"After all, I'm still a blooming teenage girl, at the age to look forward to a handsome Prince like the King."
"An old hag nearly thirty still dares to say that."
Alec scoffed. An old aunt who'd been competing with him for over ten years since she was twelve—what didn't he know about her?
Alice's expression instantly turned angry. She stomped her foot furiously, saying with an ugly face.
"I'm only 29, 29 years old!"
She emphasized the 29, meaning to show she was still very young.
(After all, you're an old geezer who's lived decades, do you have the right to say that to me?)
"Indeed very interesting."
Alec said with a smile.
He admitted Aslan had good taste. Hime-Miko should indeed be treated like this.
After that, he ignored Alice and calmly looked at Aslan.
"Alright, show whatever ability you have. You who know my Divine Authorities should have guessed that before coming to this temple, I already launched the Labyrinth Divine Authority."
"From the start, the balance of victory has tilted toward me."
Alec spread his arms, turning his back to Aslan.
He was never afraid Aslan would attack from behind. He had enough confidence in his reaction speed.
"After all, you probably didn't expect how many in Witenagemot, who originally followed Alice's call to help you, now surrendered to me?"
Aslan said very calmly.
"Are you sure you really launched the Labyrinth Divine Authority?"
This was a Celtic Temple. And he, currently, wasn't fully independent from the Celtic Pantheon.
In a temple with a God, still wanting to launch another God's Divine Authority?
"When? How is that possible?"
Hearing this, Alec's pupils suddenly widened. He turned abruptly, only then realizing his labyrinth hadn't launched at all.
No, this person wasn't a God Slayer! Nor a Heretic God!
He truly was the King of the End.
After a moment of shock, Alec immediately activated Black Lightning Divine Authority.
Turning himself into lightning. In the blink of an eye, his figure appeared on the outskirts of Rome.
From London to Rome, it took him about twenty seconds by feeling, about 75 kilometers per second.
This was the fastest speed he could achieve.
When his figure appeared in Rome, Alec felt panic and relief.
"Lucky the Divine Authority I master most is Divine Lightning."
But as soon as he finished speaking, Alec's expression froze.
He turned slightly behind and saw Aslan and Alice still in the same place, looking at him with interest.
His heart pounded like a motor.
"How is that possible? I didn't even manage to escape?"
Alec twisted his waist, his whole body turning into lightning again, entering God Speed state, rushing toward Aslan.
He guessed the opponent's Divine Authority was related to space, so close combat and Aslan's reaction ability might be lacking?
But Aslan expressionlessly raised his foot, speaking at an extremely fast yet very calm speed.
"Not even reaching light speed, can't even conceptualize, still want to sneak attack me?"
Under this counter-question, Alec saw Aslan's foot turn into light in an instant.
Light speed? Seriously?
The next second, he was stepped on by Aslan into the ground.
Alec's Black Lightning Divine Authority, in Aslan's view, was only equivalent to the Glitter-Glitter Fruit or Rumble-Rumble Fruit in One Piece.
Could only elementalize, couldn't conceptualize like a Four-Digit mastering Authority could.
Like Letitia could turn into true shadow, indirectly intervene with light, achieving light-speed movement.
Karyou could also turn into fire, moving at light speed with Scorching Heat Authority. He could even intervene with light speed, lowering light speed.
Now, Alec stepped on by Aslan just wanted to mock his earlier self.
His earlier self was still confidently saying, wasn't He just the King of the End? Though couldn't be defeated, he could surely escape, right?
In historical records, God Slayers in the last fifteen hundred years, besides a handful killed by peers or Heretic Gods, mostly died of old age, lifespan around three hundred plus years.
Marquis Voban might have reached this age.
After all, God Slayers weren't Gods, ultimately still human.
But it's said if mastering a life-related Divine Authority, lifespan could be extended to unimaginable limits.
So in reality, he never cared about the King of the End.
The King of the End was just a coward who hadn't acted in at least fifteen hundred years.
But Alec never expected the opponent to be this strong.
Now, Alec opened his eyes. Aslan also released his foot, letting him stand.
He smiled bitterly.
"So… in the end, I overestimated myself."
"But why didn't you kill me?"
Alec asked curiously. If his investigation wasn't wrong? Wasn't the King of the End's duty to clean up God Slayers?
"I'm not the King of the End, and why should I kill you?"
Aslan tilted his head slightly, explaining with a faint smile.
"I never said anything. You all assumed it yourselves."
"Hmm~, King, you're bullying!"
Alice puffed her cheeks angrily, floating to his side, hugging Aslan's neck, saying very dissatisfied.
Of course, instead of dissatisfaction, it contained more acting spoiled.
Aslan could only say, this was a woman very accurate in positioning herself, with absolutely no morals.
She was indeed a Witch.
"So…"
Alec was also speechless, looking resigned to slaughter.
"But I'm quite curious about God Slayers. What's your idea?"
As he spoke, Aslan already wore a white lab coat, stethoscope hanging on his chest, gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
Truly an elite Medical Doctor appearance.
If Arthur and Athena were just to help the Halloween Queen, Algol, and Athena.
Then Aslan next would do some things of his own.
Namely deconstruct mythology, and create Angra Mainyu's God Genome.
To completely deny the God Creation Theory, deconstruct the evolution of Godhood, Authorities, and the relationship between Faith, History, and Humans.
This was also a necessary step to raise his Unofficial History to a Divine Authority Artifact.
Only by fully understanding Gods could he better target Gods. At the same time, fiction could play its most perfect role.
Maybe one day, Aslan could raise this thing to a kind of script?
An existence similar to Immortal Historical Record, High-Dimensional Narrative.
Of course, this was just a hope. Currently, Aslan couldn't even reach Immortal Historical Record level.
"Of course I'll follow your will, but before that, please allow me to execute a few daring cockroaches."
Alec knelt before Aslan.
Perhaps due to his childhood experience, he was still quite understanding, and in absolute power difference situations, no need to resist.
The winner becomes king, the loser becomes bandit. It's been that way since ancient times.
"As expected, they were doomed to this disaster."
Without asking, Alice already knew what happened.
What else could happen? Secrets exposed, and they didn't side correctly, or not fully.
Wall grass was always the most hated.
Even Alice suspected Aslan deliberately let Alec descend. Otherwise, with the temple's ability, how could Alec find them?