Chapter 10
Solomon's Divine Implements

The man said: "Your name shall no longer be Jacob, but Israel, for you have wrestled with God and with men and have prevailed."

The story of Jacob wrestling with an angel at the ford of Jabbok on his return to Canaan is recorded in the Book of Genesis.

In the Book of Zerubbabel, Michael answered Zerubbabel, saying: "I am he who wrestled with Jacob at the ford of Jabbok."

One of the seven powers that Roy received from Michael, "Jacob's Feet", is derived from this legend.

Jacob is the ancestor of the Israelites, meaning "he who has overcome the messengers of God", and "Jacob's Feet" is an unparalleled martial art that even the archangel can overcome, containing the power of the biblical legends!

Roy was originally a mediocre magician and had never practiced martial arts, but now, with this power, he has become a martial artist who has reached the pinnacle of "Wu", approaching "Dao".

Such unparalleled martial arts, born from a struggle with an archangel, should not be possessed by mortals.

The existence of a Slayer is truly exaggerated. For a mortal, it takes a lifetime of hard work, experiencing the ups and downs of life, shedding blood and sweat, to achieve something, but for a Slayer, it's simply not worth looking at.

The feat of slaying gods is a miracle. In thousands of years, only a few dozen people have achieved this honor.

The magical energy that Roy injected into the ground gradually dissipated, the earth-shaking tremors gradually subsided, and Mount Moriah, the heart of ancient Jerusalem, collapsed, becoming a pile of rubble.

Archaeologists at Mount Moriah groaned as they crawled up from the sand and rubble, scrambling to search for anything, their expressions as if they were afraid that this inexplicable "earthquake" would completely destroy any potential ruins here.

"This… this is…"

An archaeological expert suddenly exclaimed. He tremblingly picked up a pottery shard from a pile of rubble with tweezers and examined it closely.

"This is an artifact from the early Jewish kingdom. It's likely that this is indeed the site of Solomon's Temple!"

The archaeologist's cry caused a commotion among others. Many people gathered around, including the doctoral student who had 'greeted' Roy, who gave Roy a nod and excitedly ran over.

"Aiwass, can you sense anything related to the divine here?"

Roy watched the archaeologists gather and excitedly discuss, asking Aiwass, invisible to the mortals behind him.

Slayers are not omnipotent, especially when it comes to perception. They are very average. Apart from being able to instinctively recognize the gods of their own accord, if two Slayers were to meet, they might even have afternoon tea together without knowing that they are of the same kind.

"I am not an angel skilled in searching, and I have no particular talent for perception or searching."

Although Aiwass said so, she paused for a moment and then pointed Roy in a direction. "…Seventy meters in that direction, there is a mysterious presence underground. If you were to excavate, it would probably take a long time."

"You truly are a capable angel."

Roy smiled approvingly at Aiwass, then said: "…No need to dig. I am a Slayer, a forbidden Demon King. For me, mortals' historical artifacts have no value. Excavation is the work of ordinary people or the Magic Association, and what I want to do is simply—"

Following Aiwass's words, Roy walked seventy meters away. He raised his fist and activated his power again, striking the ruins of Mount Moriah with another punch.

"BOOM————————"

Fine sand turned into a fog and sprayed a hundred meters high. Cracks appeared in the ground under Roy's feet, and then with a deafening roar, the ground collapsed again, creating a crater like a meteorite impact.

The cheers of the surrounding archaeologists stopped abruptly. Everyone swallowed their saliva and stared dumbfoundedly at Roy's inhuman power.

As ordinary people, they were probably amazed enough to see a magician, but now they were seeing the Slayer, known as the "Demon King of the Earth", whose power far exceeded their imagination, causing their nerves to tremble.

It was only then that they realized that the previous "earthquake" was not some natural phenomenon, but most likely caused by this terrifying young boy.

Ignoring the fearful gazes around him, Roy squatted down and scooped his left hand into the sand sea below. As the sand slipped through his fingers, a simple ring appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Bronze? Divine Artifact? Could it be the legendary ring that Solomon used to command demons to serve him, the symbol of wisdom? In the arcane demonology book, "Lemegeton," it is recorded that King Solomon was an excellent demon summoner. Maybe it's real?"

Roy weighed the ring in his left hand. It was indeed an indestructible divine artifact, something related to the divine.

However, divine artifacts are not something that anyone can use, especially this one, which is directly linked to Solomon. Roy is not Solomon, so he cannot utilize it. However, since this artifact is deeply related to Solomon, it can be used as a material for some magical rituals.

Roy put the ring away, and the archaeologists around him, some opened their mouths, wanting to say that it was a precious artifact and that they hoped he would put it down, but thinking of the power that Roy had displayed earlier, which far surpassed that of mortals, they all swallowed their words.

Only one person among them showed shock and awe. He felt the exaggerated, deep, abyss-like magical energy that Roy had released when he used his power before, and boldly guessed his identity.

"I... is there anything I can do for you, 'King'?"

After a long hesitation and struggle, the one who recognized Roy's identity stepped forward, bowed his head and said respectfully.

Though it was dangerous to enter the line of sight of a Slayer, it also represented an opportunity.

The other archaeologists looked at their benefactor in astonishment, wondering why he had suddenly become so humble. For a moment, they wondered if this young man was a big shot?

No, someone who possesses such monstrous power could not possibly be anything other than a big shot!

"Magician?"

Although Roy was a mediocre magician, he could tell at a glance that the other person was a magician, as he did not hide his identity and actively released his own magical energy.

"Yes, 'King', I am from England..."

"Stop. I don't care what country or what magic society you're from. I only have one request: prepare a clean set of new clothes for me and get me a plane ticket to Rome, Italy. As for identity papers, you can figure that out yourself."

Although he had never met this magician before, Roy ordered him as if he were facing his loyal servant.

The magician felt that this was only natural. Since the "King" didn't want to know his identity, he didn't dare to say more and quickly agreed.

Not long after, a private jet took off from Jerusalem, Israel, carrying its sole passenger to Rome, Italy.