On the beach at the edge of the Strait of Messina

The elite magicians from Italy were standing here quietly, as if waiting for something to appear, without any anxious expression on their faces. Among them, the members of the Bronze Black Cross Society stood here with a mysterious look on their faces, making other magicians unable to guess what they were thinking.

There is only one person who can make magicians like them wait quietly, that is, the fourth king who has been rumored in the Italian magic circle recently, the young king who successfully killed the gods in Austria.

As time passed by minute by minute, the magicians could also feel the breath of the God of Incompetence in the air becoming stronger and stronger. Although they did not dare to question whether the King would be late, they were still vaguely worried about how much trouble the God of Incompetence would bring to this place.

While they were waiting for the restlessness in their hearts, two figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

One of the three poems of the Bronze Black Cross Society, Diana, who is good at divination magic and spiritual vision, is standing behind a boy without saying anything, and stands there with great caution.

What attracted these magicians was the Asian boy who looked only fourteen years old. His light blue pupils seemed to reflect everything in the world. The magician could feel that the secret in his heart could not be hidden under those eyes. He couldn't help but restrain his inner thoughts, and became more and more awe of the boy.

Of course they could feel the unconcealed spell power that gushed out of the boy's body. The powerful magic power that surpassed all modern magicians had proved the boy's identity.

"May I ask, are you the king who commands the Bronze Black Cross Society?" A young man with a angular face took a step forward without being humble or arrogant, and asked after a little salute.

"The bronze black cross just chose to belong to me, not by me personally." The boy looked at the young man in front of him deeply, and met with red and black from his body, and had the pattern marked with the special cross. He could also guess this person even if the red bronze black cross. Of course, the boy was very sure that this crimson demon, Paul Bronterry, who should have the title of the strongest knight. The obscure magic fluctuations and the most vigorous vitality felt from the man in front of him all mean that this person is the second only to him here.

"Forgive me for being over, Wang, are you here to fight against the unscrupulous god here?" Paul Bronterry asked calmly.

"Well, I just happened to try my power. The breath of the God of Incompetence is getting stronger and stronger... The sea fairy... is cursed..." The boy nodded, and then suddenly muttered a series of words. The boy could feel the stimulation of the God of Incompetence, the power of sleeping in his body continued to wake up. The first reaction was "ancient wisdom", constantly absorbing invisible messages from the surrounding void and transforming them into stories and vocabulary related to this god.

In the eyes of these magicians, the spell power on the king in front of them was even more intense than before, making them even more frightened.

"I'll deal with the God who does not follow, so don't get too close. Even if this guy is not a God who does not follow, he is already very close." The boy seemed to remind him kindly, and the magicians realized soon after that that ordinary people must have considerable strength to watch the battle between the king and the god.

"Wang, please show your strength!" Diana silently recited in her heart.

And in the eyes of these magicians, the figure of the young man suddenly disappeared from the spot, and appeared further away on the sea surface the next second, and moved his body at the same rate of disappearance and appearance.

"Is this... the power of this king?" A magician muttered in surprise. The speed just now has surpassed most magic tricks. Only the power of the king is possible?

"No... the one I just now was dimensional magic!... This king... was actually a magician?" A magician who has long studied ancient magic books made such a judgment.

"Dimensional magic? Shouldn't this thing be done by the great magicians who have carefully studied ancient skills?" Paul looked at the young man who had disappeared from his sight, and his evaluation of this king was higher in his heart. Although most god-killers killed gods with their bodies as mortals, there were a few exceptions. For example, the martial arts king in Jiangnan had already possessed extremely high martial arts and magical abilities before killing God. Perhaps the king in front of him was the same? Did God-killing master dimensional magic before? Paul was evaluating these things in his heart.

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On the sea surface of the Strait of Messina

According to normal weather, this place should be clear and clear, but unfortunately, it was covered by dark clouds above this strait, and strong air convection appeared on this sea area from time to time. Even under the sea that looked mild, there were reefs and whirlpools undercurrents. If someone sailed here on a ship, he would definitely not be able to escape the fate of the ship being destroyed and killed, and was torn to pieces by the wild waves and undercurrents.

But a young man ignored the harsh environment here and suddenly walked in his back garden, neglecting all the obstacles in front of him.

"The aura of the God of Unrespect is getting stronger and stronger..." The boy strolled in the air, his body constantly disappeared and appeared again, moving towards him at an extremely high speed.

"It seems that he is just a god who does not follow the rules... he does not have an independent self and is completely free from the constraints of myths..." Because the aura of the god who does not follow the rules appeared, his physique as a god-killer was also activated, and the spell power and power in his whole body began to constantly awaken to face an existence that transcends the boundaries of mortals.

A girl was sitting cross-legged on the reef between the straits. She was wearing her upper body, revealing her white and shiny skin and a delicate face like a god. Her round body, like a pearl, was hiding between her long hair and the sea. Through the reflection of the water, she could see the girl's body, making people imagine it. The girl draped her black-colored long hair on her chest, rubbed her hands, and sat alone on the reef, as if she was waiting for someone and wandering here forever.

Suddenly, the girl raised her head, looked in a certain direction, and felt the breath of a arch enemy. The huge spell power that even surpassed her was sweeping over like a storm.

"Oh, there are also those annoying guys in this era. The warriors who want to kill me are already a little tired of it." Although the girl said this, she did not move and did not escape, sitting here quietly waiting for something.

She didn't remember when she appeared here, but she was very familiar with the place where she was staying. She seemed to have the fulfillment in her heart that the wanderer who had left home for many years finally returned to her hometown. But something different was burning in her eyes. She wanted to recall her past and seek her true appearance. The glory and rank that should belong to her was actually destroyed by a hateful witch, so that she had to appear here in her current posture.

"Son of Pandora, you are the son of the witch of disaster, and I must fight with you." The girl looked coldly at the young man who suddenly appeared from the strong wind, and there was no confusion like before. Facing her born enemy, a god-killer who is a mortal but disrespectful god, she has to fight with all her might even if she has not returned to her original appearance.

"You are not the sea fairy Scula now, you are just appearing here as the Siren Scula." Faced with the girl's ridicule, the young man in the air was not shaken and said calmly. He had already activated the power of "ancient wisdom", and could accurately judge the current state of this god.

Siren Scula is a ferocious beast demon girl who roams the straits. She holds a fearful power and occupies this important transportation route. If someone wants to pass through the territory she controls smoothly, then human life must be used as a sacrifice. In the story of "Odyssey", in order to avoid sinking the ship, the hero Odysseus had to offer six crew members to this terrifying Siren.

But he knew that Scula in this myth was not her true face. She should have been a god respected by humans, the daughter of the sea god Furkus, who mastered the sea fairy in the Ionian waters. But because the witch Circe used potions on her, she lost her original form as a sea fairy and could only be trapped in this sea area as a sirens.

"So what? Even in this state, I can still mobilize my divine power!" Skula said without retreating, staring at the boy in front of her without any fear. Although she knew that she could not show her original appearance now, there was still a considerable gap with the boy in front of her, but the pride she used to be a god could not allow her to retreat.

"Is that right... I want to see how much power you can use when you have not recovered your identity as a sea fairy?" The young man said so. The power of the God of Uncompliance is not necessarily determined by the myth, but depends on whether the God of Uncompliance himself has an independent self and whether he can get rid of the shackles of the myth. Like when he fought with Raphael, although Raphael had already realized himself at that time, it was not until he returned to his heyday that he could successfully kill the god.

"Then, mortals, fear me! fear my strength," the girl swore, and in this process, her body gradually changed. Her body, which was originally the same as ordinary people, gradually expanded and changed. Five heads like wolves were exposed from below her waist and abdomen, and her fearful golden eyes were opened. The place where she should have been slender thighs had turned into dark and thick tentacles, totaling twelve, constantly fiddling with the surrounding sea water.

As her body returned to her original Siren form and was immersed in the sea water, the divine power she could control also reached its limit.

"The source of the deep sea! Release it! Turn into a raging storm, sweeping the wild waves of the ships! Tear it apart! Break it! The sky does not return to clear, and the ocean is not at peace!" The girl who was once a god but now turned into a sirens is singing the spirit of the word, constantly releasing the great power from the depths of the ocean. Although she has lost the characteristics of a god, as a child of the God of the Deep Sea, she can still easily control these powers.

The dark clouds hang low on this sea area and bring strong low pressure. The already terrifying air turbulence became stronger and stronger, and brewed endless power. If it touched slightly, it could be torn apart by the vortex in the air. When it was swept by the violent wind, the silent sea surface continued to stir up waves, and the water waves that were dozens of meters high could even overturn the large tankers sailing here.

The powerful force that was enough to completely kill ordinary magicians here was basically no big threat to the young man at this time.

"If it's only this level, then your seriousness towards the Godslayer is really a bit off." The boy sighed so much.

"Then, son of Pandora, show your power and see what kind of ability you have to kill someone of the same level as me." The girl didn't care about the boy's words and declared her fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!