Above the clear azure sky, a small private jet was flying at an extremely high speed, from Milan, Italy, towards an island nation in the Far East. Its wings, bleached white, tore through the air, flapping freely. Within it were the seven Godslayers, the calamities of the world. No, to say seven people was no longer accurate, because one of them, the King of Swords, Doni, no longer existed, utterly annihilated, not even leaving a corpse.
And the perpetrator was also the owner of this plane, a fellow named the Hero King, or the King of the Oldest. Gilgamesh, that very name, had already resonated throughout the magical world of this world. Perhaps, someone had long ago put him on par with Wukong and the Martial King Lu Yuan of the Celestial Dynasty.
To be able to slay other Godslayers, he was naturally at the pinnacle of Godslayers. To almost effortlessly kill his own kind, the high and mighty Godslayer, was an existence too powerful to describe. This also made the entire Magic Society under Gilgamesh's control incredibly smooth in integrating the whole of Southern Europe. No matter what kind of society, none dared to defy the Hero King's courage. And on the island of Sardinia, the place flattened by this King, silently declared this King's power to the world at this moment.
However, at this moment, this King was merely languidly sitting on the extremely soft sofa of that private jet, sipping the red wine in his hand. What a luxurious cabin it was. The cabin walls were covered with scrolls painted by famous artists, of which only a few remained in the world. There was also an extremely soft sofa, left behind by some unknown divine being, and even a bottle of expensive-looking red wine casually placed on the extravagant solid wood table, looking invaluable. Perhaps, this was something that could no longer be described by mere money, but for this extremely extravagant enjoyment, Gilgamesh merely accepted it reluctantly.
Gilgamesh gently swirled the goblet in his hand. It was exquisitely crafted from natural crystal, a truly peerless work of art. In the crystal-clear goblet, a sticky, blood-like wine slowly flowed. The rich aroma of wine filled the cabin of the jet. It was red wine of unknown vintage, but it was absolutely not a cheap or ordinary item.
However, the Hero King merely sighed faintly, then placed the crystal-carved wine glass back on the wooden table covered in intricate patterns. "How much do you understand about that small island nation, Liliana?"
Gilgamesh narrowed his crimson, snake-like eyes. The corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards, forming an expression that seemed to mock something. He asked the young woman, who stood silently beside him, not uttering a word, like an exquisite sculpture. He didn't know his true purpose, nor did he know his true reasons.
However, the mission of a knight, as well as her duty, made Liliana slightly stunned, and then she slowly answered. "Could it be that you wish to ask about the people there, or their customs and traditions?"
The young woman's face held a slightly bewildered expression, but it not only didn't appear foolish, it instead made her charming face, like that of a captivating fairy, even more alluring. She gently bit her pale pink lips, then softly replied. "This will be reported to you by the members of the society located in the island nation. Please don't worry."
Liliana said this, and the slightly resentful tone seemed to indicate that she felt uneasy because she couldn't answer the King's question. However, her idea was wrong from the very beginning. "Anything like that is fine, isn't it?"
Gilgamesh gently relaxed his posture. On his handsome face, which held an arrogant expression, a hint of disdain also appeared at this moment. "I mean, is there nothing you want to tell me about the Disobedient Gods?" He slowly questioned the loyal yet slightly foolish knight girl. Even such a casual question was delivered with an unintentional, unquestionable tone.
"Oh? This, your subordinate truly has no information at all." Liliana's face took on a bewildered expression, as if she were questioning her monarch about why he would ask such a question. "It's merely a rumor that the existence of 'Disobedient Son Goku' appeared in the island nation, but later it inexplicably disappeared."
She said this in her clear voice, a hint of frustration hidden in her melodious tone. "It's probably been destroyed or something else has returned. In short, it definitely no longer exists." The young woman said this, then sadly lowered her head, seemingly dissatisfied with her meaningless information, or perhaps a little discontented. "It seems those old rats are quite good at covering up their traces."
Gilgamesh said with words of praise, but his tone was certainly one of unquestionable mockery. For him, such meaningless concealment was something only the weak would do, a foolish and redundant act.
"Then the Disobedient Son Goku, who is also the Monkey God-Lord, is indeed suppressed in the so-called Xitian Palace built in the island nation. Presumably, it's to prevent those Godslayers from causing a huge commotion there after getting this information." Gilgamesh said softly, with an unprecedented hint of regret in his tone. "Plus, Japan also has a passage connecting to the underworld. And within it, there exists 'The Disobedient Susanoo'."
He said these words indifferently, but in his half-closed, crimson eyes, a clear malevolence shone through. "Liliana, if you were to spread all the information, what would be the consequences?" Saying this, this dangerous question, the King casually stretched and yawned, as if this matter, which could kill hundreds of thousands of people, was just a casual remark, something light and easy.
"Perhaps, that distant island nation will cease to exist." Liliana said softly, her voice filled with bitterness.
At this moment, she understood what the so-called 'pleasure' of the King she served truly meant. It was precisely the wails of hundreds of thousands of people, and countless buildings turning into ruins, that could truly earn the King's shallow smile.
Gilgamesh didn't feel his subject's resentment in the slightest. He merely gently raised the slightly sticky red wine glass placed on the wooden table. As if dissatisfied with the young woman's reaction, he aimed the crystal-polished wine glass at the brilliant, scorching sun, which was sprinkled with pure white sunlight.
"Those mongrels who dare to call themselves kings, yet do not put this King in their eyes."
Looking through the ruby-like wine, and the sparkling, dazzling blood-light of the crystal, Gilgamesh's mouth slightly curved into a sneer. "This time, I'll turn them and those damned Disobedient Gods into fodder!"
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