GA: Chapter 119: Holy Lord: Do You Want to Dance Too, Uchiha Madara?
Marquis Voban stared into the distance. Even with an entire world separating them, he could almost see those two figures clearly in his mind.
The Holy Lord. Luo Hao.
One day — and that day would come — he would defeat both of them.
And then there was Kusanagi Godou.
A cold edge crept into Voban's gaze.
A king who bows and scrapes to those above him has no right to call himself a Devil King. No right to call himself a Godslayer either.
His very existence was a mistake.
And Voban intended to erase that mistake entirely.
Slay gods? Heh. Let's see how well you manage that once I'm involved.
War God Verethragna. God-King Melqart.
Two worthy prey.
And then Sun Wukong. Athena...
Not a single one of these Disobedient Gods would escape him.
As for this world's Martial Arts King, Luo Hao — the version of her who hadn't joined the chat group had already forfeited any right to call herself his rival.
And taking some island country brat as an adoptive younger brother.
To think you could actually bring yourself to do something like that.
The thought drew a cold, contemptuous laugh from Marquis Voban.
He turned his gaze to the empty space before him and spoke in a glacial tone.
"Someone come."
"My King — your command."
At his words, a knight in full armor materialized before him, dropping to one knee with a reverent bow.
"Prepare the sacred relics. We're summoning a Disobedient God."
Marquis Voban's killing intent ignited to a fierce, overwhelming blaze.
In the past, Authorities had been exactly what Luo Hao described — nothing more than tools for combat. No matter how many he accumulated, they couldn't fundamentally transform his strength.
But now he had joined the chat group. And Authorities could be sold there.
As divine powers, even the Disobedient Gods of this world — far inferior to the high-ranking gods of myth, nowhere near as powerful as the legends described — still commanded a respectable price for their Authorities.
Purchasing rare treasures from other worlds. Reinforcing and enhancing his existing Authorities. All of it required points.
Enough points, and he could break through the inherent ceiling of what it meant to be a Godslayer in the shortest time possible.
"I will slay a god."
The words, soaked in killing intent, made the knight kneeling on the floor tremble involuntarily. His voice came out with a thin edge of fear.
"My King — our sacred relics have all been expended."
"And the shrine maidens..."
Summoning a Disobedient God was far from a simple ritual. The timing, the location, the people — all had to align. It required not only sacred relics, but shrine maidens with spiritual sight and the magic of divine invocation.
Even then, success was far from guaranteed.
And as things stood, they had neither the most critical ingredient — the sacred relics — nor the shrine maidens, who had been spent one by one in service of Voban's relentless hunger for Disobedient Gods.
"No shrine maidens? Then go demand them from other countries."
"No sacred relics? Then go find them."
"Britain, the Lighthouse, the island nation, Germany — do I need to spell this out for you?!"
Marquis Voban's tone was pure ice.
Setting aside Luo Hao, he was the strongest Godslayer in this world.
Kusanagi Godou — were it not for the simple fact that he was the protagonist of this world, what ability would he have to stand against him? Let alone defeat him.
"Yes, my King."
Feeling Voban's mood darken further, the knight dared not say another word.
Voban's strength already placed him at the absolute peak among all Godslayers — unmatched by anyone except Huaxia's Martial Arts King — and his temperament was the most brutal of any Godslayer alive. One wrong step and death came swiftly at his hands.
The knight carried the King's command and withdrew, leaving Voban alone in the chamber.
"Kusanagi Godou — you, and only you, I will never acknowledge."
The image of his defeat at Godou's hands surfaced in his mind again — and alongside it, the Holy Lord's mockery. Marquis Voban's fist clenched until his knuckles went white.
Losing to any other Godslayer brought shame, yes — but also, in some measure, understanding. He could find the gap, identify his own failings.
But that seventh Godslayer from the story.
No combat intelligence. No instinct for the battlefield whatsoever. A fighting capability so weak it bordered on laughable.
Like a wild boar that had just stumbled into its first taste of power, crashing blindly around the battlefield, never once drawing on the full potential of its strength.
Every time danger came, he fell back on those women and their kisses. And that golden sword.
Not a trace of a king's bearing. Still carrying himself like some ordinary high school student.
A person like that — how could he accept losing to someone like that?!
A protagonist. Heh.
From this day forward, this world would have only one King.
And that King was him — Voban.
In the chat group:
Be My Son: "Gurararara — the Holy Lord's strength truly is exceptional."
Be My Son: "Speed, power, regeneration, combat versatility... no wonder you could defeat Marquis Voban."
Whitebeard's admiration rang through the chat group.
After watching the Holy Lord's bout with Voban, he had challenged the Holy Lord to a sparring match of his own.
In terms of raw destructive power, the flame abilities the Holy Lord had put on display were absolutely on par with his Tremor-Tremor Fruit. In terms of speed and physical strength, the Holy Lord had applied overwhelming pressure — and even when Whitebeard had pushed with everything he had and landed considerable damage, the Holy Lord had healed it all instantly through the Horse Authority without a second thought.
Though Whitebeard had gone in prepared. The terror of the Twelve Authorities wasn't something he needed to be told about.
With both the Horse Authority and the Dog Authority in play, as long as the Holy Lord wasn't facing someone who vastly outclassed him, the combination of immortality and regeneration kept him completely beyond defeat.
Holy Lord: "Your strength is nothing to dismiss either."
Holy Lord: "The world's strongest man. The title holds up."
Back-to-back victories over Marquis Voban and Whitebeard — the Holy Lord was in extraordinarily high spirits.
This was his true strength.
As for whatever embarrassing memory copies the others kept referencing — that Holy Lord had nothing to do with him.
He never embarrassed himself. Not once.
Ordinary Group Leader: "All things considered, the Holy Lord genuinely isn't weak."
Ordinary Group Leader: "If there's no way to strip the Twelve Authorities from him, then only someone who vastly outpowers him could beat him. Without that, it's basically impossible."
Ordinary Group Leader: "Sealing techniques might be the only other option."
Su Yunqing found the losses by Whitebeard and the others completely understandable. The Holy Lord's power was simply what it was.
As much as he spent the entire original story getting beaten down and sealed away — his actual strength was never in question.
The Twelve Authorities were the Holy Lord's power. Attributing his strength to the Twelve Authorities as though they were external tools was getting it backwards.
Among the current chat group members, probably only Tenshi Hikari could suppress him — but killing him was still out of the question. The Dog Authority's immortality was one thing; more fundamentally, Hikari had no sealing techniques.
Bai Xuan was probably capable too. He'd never advertised the full scope of his strength, but with the power of [Authority of Nature] behind him, it should be feasible.
Thinking about it — like Reinhardt von Astrea from Re:Zero, Bai Xuan's cheat-level existence felt like it was no less absurd.
Uchiha Dance King: "@Holy Lord — shall we spar?"
He'd wanted to test himself against the Holy Lord even before Whitebeard had gone first. Watching Whitebeard fall in the same way had only made the urge more intense.
Holy Lord: "Oh? You want to dance too?"
Holy Lord: "Uchiha Madara."
Holy Lord: "I'll grant you a defeat."
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