Campione, the God-Slayers, are Kings, for they slay the Gods of Heaven and steal the supreme power held by the Gods—
Campione, the God-Slayers, are Tyrants, for they wield the power stolen through God-Slaying, and rule over the mortals on Earth—
Campione, the God-Slayers, are Demon Kings, for no mortal who lives on Earth can possess the power to stand against them!
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In the middle of the sand sea, a young man wearing tattered clothes like strips of cloth walked forward. Judging only by his appearance, he looked like a down-and-out traveler who had lost his way in the desert, struggling against the harsh natural environment as if he might lose his life at any moment.
But upon closer inspection, one would find that this young man was spirited, and even under the scorching sun, there was hardly any sweat on him. He was striding forward with his head held high.
“I don't know where Metatron went, he might have already left this place.”
The one walking through the sand sea was naturally Roy, who had just completed a God-Slaying. Campione, the God-Slayers, have a peculiar connection with the Heretical Gods. As long as they meet, they will immediately recognize each other. Therefore, Roy was walking through this sand sea, hoping to find Metatron’s presence.
Metatron was seriously injured in his battle with Michael. Based on Roy’s analysis of his own power, if Metatron didn’t have a power that involved resurrection or healing, it would take a long time to fully recover. This was the best time to kill the God, and of course, Roy wouldn’t want to miss this opportunity.
However, judging from the current situation, he had wasted too much time carrying out Pandora’s Dark Rite. It was very likely that Metatron had already run away.
Unless he had a special power, it was beyond the scope of a Campione’s ability to find a Heretical God who was hiding within 510 million square kilometers of land on Earth.
Since Roy, the God-Slayer, had seen him, he would definitely not let Metatron go. That ‘Heavenly Scribe’ had become Roy’s next target for slaying.
“It's impossible to find Metatron on my own, I need enough manpower.”
Roy rubbed his chin. He was now the ‘King’ on Earth. If he declared to the world that he needed subordinates, countless magic societies would definitely come to apply for the position, becoming his loyal lapdogs.
However, Roy was not one who accepted anyone without discrimination. Even for his subordinates, he required them to have enough power. At the very least, they had to have a considerable influence in both the Mystical World and the Secular World.
It would be best if he could create a new force, but Roy didn’t want to waste that time. With the absolute power of a Campione, there was no need to worry about the loyalty of his subordinates.
“Decided, I'll go to the Vatican City in Rome to find the Church of the Cross! The God I killed was ‘God-Like’ Michael, and now I am also Michael’s embodiment on Earth. I am the very one that the Church of the Cross should worship. Using the name of ‘Michael’ to slaughter the Heretical Gods and kill the heretics, this is exactly in line with the doctrines of the Church of the Cross. Let them serve me wholeheartedly!”
Roy clapped his hands and immediately decided on his destination—the Vatican City in Rome, Italy.
As for whether the Church would be willing to swear allegiance, Roy never thought about it. He was the Demon King who did as he pleased on Earth. He should do as his heart desired.
Roy had a principle in life: he would absolutely do things that were befitting of his status.
Just like in the Toaru world, he was Lola’s brother, so he would make himself the best and most excellent brother. He would perfectly embody everything that a ‘brother’ should do.
And now, he was a Campione, a Demon King on Earth, so he would use the style of a Demon King as his code of conduct. Those who obey prosper, those who disobey perish. If the Church was willing to serve him, all the better. If they weren’t, Roy wouldn’t mind using his ‘Divine Right Hand’ to wipe out the Church’s two thousand years of history.
“By the power of Michael, I shall judge the Church. People will only think that it is the Church’s fall from grace and their disappointment in God, because the righteous Archangel can never be wrong!”
Roy chuckled and quickened his pace. He could already see signs of civilization.
He had a power in his ‘Divine Right Hand’ that could be used for travel, but because most of his powers had time and daily usage limits, it would be a waste if he didn’t use them for battle but for travel instead. Therefore, Roy chose to walk to find civilization and use human transportation to reach Italy.
Roy had his right hand wrapped in a red cloth strip and tucked into his pocket. It was the ‘Shroud of Turin’ that he found in the magic workshop in that desert cave. The reason Roy did this was because one of his strongest powers involved the ‘Lord of Hosts’, the ‘King of Kings’, the one true God of the Church of the Cross, ‘Yahweh’.
This power had many restrictions, but it was also incredibly powerful and very difficult to control.
If it were not restricted, ‘abnormalities’ would appear on Roy’s right hand. Therefore, he wrapped his right hand with the Shroud of Turin to use its miraculous effect to make those ‘abnormalities’ disappear.
A sand-dune-like mountain appeared before Roy. The mountain wasn’t very high. There were many vehicles parked at the foot of the mountain. Some people were exploring the mountain as if they were carrying out archaeological work.
One of the people who was busy working in the instrument room at the foot of the mountain saw Roy. Seeing that Roy was poorly dressed and alone, he thought he was a lost traveler. After saying a few words to the person next to him, he ran quickly towards Roy.
“Hey, friend! I think you might need some help!”
He was a blonde, blue-eyed Western male, about twenty-something, almost thirty years old. He greeted Roy enthusiastically.
“Do you need a doctor? Or we can lend you a phone so that you can contact the embassy in Jerusalem.”
The man ran over, and when he got closer and saw Roy’s face clearly, he was a little surprised. He didn’t expect Roy to be so young. Judging from his appearance, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. Under his silver, ear-length short hair, there was a pair of eerie double pupils. His temperament also felt strangely contradictory, seeming like a man, a woman, a child, and an elder, making him blurry and confusing, like falling into a sea of smoke.
“...Or do you need to contact your parents?”
The blonde, blue-eyed man hesitated slightly because even though Roy was poorly dressed, his energy was overflowing. He didn’t look like a lost traveler at all.
“Thank you, I think I just need a cup of water right now.”
“Oh, oh, please wait!”
The young man quickly went to get bottled water. For some reason, even though the boy in front of him didn’t look very old, it made him, a nearly thirty-year-old adult, feel genuinely afraid. It was like he had seen a wild beast in the jungle. It was the primal fear instilled in him by his brain.
And Roy also received information. This place was indeed Israel.
After he saw that the magic workshop in the desert cave was owned by Jewish magicians, he had already guessed where he was based on the surrounding environment. Now, this blonde, blue-eyed Western man confirmed it for him.
“What are you doing here, archaeology?”
Roy took the bottle of water handed to him by the man, took a sip, and asked.
“Oh, yes, we’re doing archaeology. I’m a PhD student, and I’m out here doing archaeological exploration with my advisor.”
Hearing Roy’s question, the man’s eyes lit up and he spoke nonstop. Maybe he didn’t have a big role in this archaeological team, and when he saw someone willing to listen to him talk about his professional knowledge, he became so excited.
“Our archaeological object is the Jewish ‘First Temple’, also known as the legendary Temple of Solomon. Although the Bible has descriptions of King Solomon and the Temple, in reality, the archaeological excavations of related information about Solomon are very scarce, making many people doubt whether King Solomon really existed.”
“...According to our research and exploration of ancient maps, this should be the heart of ancient Jerusalem, Mount Moriah. Traditionalists believe that the Temple of Solomon is located on Mount Moriah. Now, we are searching for the ruins of this temple.”
Listening to the man’s words, Roy nodded silently, also piqued by his interest.
“The Temple of Solomon? The wise King Solomon? This is truly interesting.”
Roy looked up at the many people carefully excavating the archaeological site on Mount Moriah. Their movements were so cautious, as if they were afraid that any major action on their part would damage this exploratory site.
But Roy didn’t want to wait, and he didn’t care about historical value. The only thing he was interested in was the name ‘Solomon’.
He gently lifted his foot, filled it with magical power, and then stepped down heavily on the earth.
“Rumble————————”
The earth trembled. The PhD student in front of him lost his balance, fell to the ground with a gasp, and at the same time, the sand-dune-like Mount Moriah began to shake. The sand sea collapsed, the mountain peaks shattered, and a crack appeared on the earth. Amidst the shaking, Mount Moriah’s main body appeared with several cracked traces.
“What happened? Earthquake?”
“Everyone be careful!!”
“The mountain… The mountain is collapsing… Mount Moriah is collapsing!!”
“…”
Roy looked impassively at the collapse of Mount Moriah, waiting for the temple ruins that might exist inside the mountain.
This was the only one of Roy’s seven powers that had no time or quantity limit. As long as he possessed magical power, he could activate it at any time.
This power was an ancient fighting technique recorded in the Bible, the strongest technique that could wrestle with an Archangel—‘Jacob’s Wrestling’!