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The summer in Italy, the temperature could be considered pleasant, but that brilliant and glaring sunlight, no matter where one was, would not change in the slightest.
Above the clear azure sky, a pure white iron bird was flying at high speed along a designated trajectory. The roar of its engines and the sound of its twin wings breaking the air were incomparably piercing, incomparably irritating to all.
Located at Milan's airport, it could be considered a decent man-made structure. At this time, a young man, indistinguishable from any other person meeting a flight, stood under the dazzling sunlight, waiting for the arrival of his friends or relatives.
Of course, for him, they were his enemies, perhaps that wasn't wrong either.
The plane Gilgamesh was on was not the newest model, and among its kind, it certainly couldn't be considered huge. But its fuselage, tens of meters long, and its vast wingspan, made it look extremely majestic, causing one to involuntarily sigh at humanity's masterpiece.
That extremely high flight speed—no matter what kind of fellow, if hit head-on, would be smashed into meat paste by the powerful force. And a private jet strengthened by magic would absolutely be unscathed.
Except for,
That being known as the Demon King, who had slain unruly gods, who could be considered the unparalleled ruler of the human world,
Named Godslayer, an absolutely extraordinary existence, absolutely absolute, a natural disaster in this world.
At this time, the young man named Tony at the airport was also one of these seven individuals known as natural disasters, and among them, he was considered an extremely difficult type.
He wasn't waiting anxiously in the crowd, but rather, using a magical formula to conceal himself, he stood on the runway, which was bathed in sunlight, looking at the glaring sunlight that ordinary people definitely couldn't endure.
After a long while,
"Why isn't he here yet? I've been all fired up for a long time now."
Words like those of a fool, like those of a hot-blooded idiot, came out of this young man's mouth, yet his face remained expressionless.
In this summer sunlight, burning like a raging flame, this young man, like a newly planted sapling swaying in the wind, had a faint, clear smile on his face. But the resolute, determined, and absolutely transcendent will on him was not something an ordinary person could bear.
At this moment, this fellow, ridiculed by other mages and knights as a fool, was truly waiting anxiously like an idiot, without even considering whether the information he received was accurate.
However, thinking about it, there was no need to doubt. That King's movements were incomparably high-profile, even more flamboyant than this 'Sword King' who was proficient in martial arts.
Moreover, since they were both Godslayers, Tony would absolutely not doubt his 'compatriot,' because only those with endless obsession and resolute character could possibly accomplish the great undertaking of a Godslayer and become a so-called Demon King.
Those opportunistic petty individuals wouldn't even be qualified to stand before them.
However, this wait was probably coming to an end.
"Ohohoho, isn't he here now? Lord Hero-King, you must have heard the plea of my weak self!"
Tony looked at the private jet gradually approaching from the horizon, couldn't help but speak utter nonsense, and even showed a brilliant, exaggerated smile like that of a fool.
However, those slightly narrowed eyes, and the fierce, absolutely unignorable fighting spirit within them, were burning intensely.
As for how he could tell that Gilgamesh himself was on that plane.
Because Godslayers all possess an extremely strong, instinct-like perception. On that private jet, the incomparably dazzling wave of magical power, in Tony's eyes, was even more dazzling, more glaring than the brilliant sun.
To be this powerful, there was only the option of a Godslayer.
So, he lightly tapped the wooden kendo stick on his back with his index finger, as if sizing something up.
"Well then, since my dear 'compatriot' has arrived, then naturally, I must welcome him with incomparable enthusiasm!"
He seemed to be saying something incomprehensible, then fiercely slammed the slightly reddish kendo stick from his back onto the ground.
Then, he pried it open with force, inserting his arm, which couldn't be considered sturdy but was definitely very strong.
"Since it's like this, then I won't be polite. With a joyous welcome like a flame, Hero-King!"
Saying these extremely strange things, he then fiercely pulled out the object from within the kendo stick.
It was silver, glinting with silver light under the sun.
No, it was a longsword. It was a silver, incomparably sharp longsword.
The silver body of the sword showed a slight bluish-gray tint, as if it were inherently flawed. And the blade, which should have been straight, was slightly uneven, with a slight, inappropriate curve.
Without a doubt, this was an extremely cheap longsword. Even the forging and tempering process seemed to be the product of an extremely careless blacksmith.
Be it magic, magical power, or some other precious material.
Nothing worth mentioning existed. It was just such a crude, shoddily made item that any blacksmith could casually forge.
However, it was precisely this, precisely this, that could display the Sword King's uniqueness.
Because, the moment he gripped that sword.
Whether it was that flawed, shoddily made sword, or that incomparably thin youth who could only be considered slender,
Both were like unsheathed sharp swords, that incomparably sharp will, and that resolute and decisive determination that would never fail, were thus draped over them.
That crudely made longsword, at this moment, truly seemed like that man's physique, that man's arm, that man's will.
Then, he stepped into the air, fiercely treading on the formless air, treading firmly upon nothingness.
Countless streams of magical power supported his physique. Merely by using it in such an incomparably crude manner, this Sword King, who was 'ignorant' of magic, temporarily obtained the ability to fly through the air, like the highest-ranking witch.
Then, with that decisive tone, he faintly chanted the incantation carrying the ultimate, sharp will.
"I do not permit the existence of anything I cannot cut!"
A sonorous and forceful tone came from his mouth, and then, a light wave of his arm.
In the next instant, the sword blossomed.
A faint silver radiance gradually adhered to the crudely made, cheap longsword, then forged it into a unique form.
It was a greatsword,
Tens of meters long, and several meters wide, a greatsword carrying an astonishing presence!
"Well then, don't you dare die, Hero-King!"
The youth speaking these words had an extremely fervent, incomparably fighting spirit on his face, a brilliant smile like that of an idiot.
Then, that sword, that greatsword,
Carrying an endless, dazzling, brilliant silver light,
And a presence as if severing even heaven and earth,
Fiercely,
Slashed down!