The night passed without a word.
The next morning, the soft sunlight dispelled the cold of the night, illuminating the city ravaged by wind and sand.
The upscale neighborhood of Milan.
The sunlight poured over the clean streets, without a trace of dust.
The streets, usually somewhat lively, were empty of their usual pedestrians and seemed solemn.
A whole row of black cars was parked by the side of the road, and dozens of elite knights from the Cruz de Cobre Negro in uniform stood on both sides of the villa's gate, with serious and meticulous expressions.
And the Commander General of the Cruz de Cobre Negro, Paolo Blandtelli, was at that moment wearing a tunic symbolizing the highest status in the Magical Society, waiting quietly outside the gate.
In the past, Paolo would have opened the door long ago.
But at that moment, the one sleeping in the room was not the penniless person who had arrived from the East.
But the lord who ruled over the world.
Godslayer—is a supreme lord, because he kills gods in the sky and seizes the supreme divine power that gods possess.
Godslayer—is a king, because he exercises the authority usurped by the gods' killers, and with it dominates mortals on earth.
Godslayer—is a Demon King, because no mortal living in the world can possess the power to face him!
Paolo Blandtelli, who once directly faced the Heretic Gods and a Godslayer, deeply understood the terror of a Demon King Godslayer.
Although this was his niece's house, and although they knew each other through Erica, they had only met a few times casually.
Paolo was the commander of the Cruz de Cobre Negro, and he didn't have time to meet with a smuggler.
The investigation he conducted half a year ago was solely out of concern for Erica.
It's worth noting that their relationship was previously that of superior and subordinate, but now it had undergone a drastic change due to this.
—Sir Paolo, we can't be sure he's a Godslayer; maybe he just got lucky and escaped the storm.
One of his knights advised:
"But we can't take risks, even if it's just a one-in-a-billion chance, we must be cautious", Paolo adjusted his collar, maintaining the attitude of a superior. "Otherwise, the Cruz de Cobre Negro, which has endured for a millennium, will disappear from this land".
Godslayers are almost all a group of eccentric individuals.
The Marqués Voban from Eastern Europe has turned countless humans into blocks of salt to this day, and the Sect Master Luo Hao from the Far East is an even more ferocious Demon King who can make children stop crying.
And some more...
For example, the newly ascended Seventh Godslayer.
Paolo knew deeply that Kaido's background hid many secrets, and even his usual gentleness could be a disguise.
After waiting for another hour under the rising sun, the villa door under Erica's name finally opened from the inside.
A handsome young man with black hair came out, yawning and stretching.
"What's going on?"
Kaido was momentarily stunned by the long row of cars, then, after a few seconds of thought, quickly realized.
He was no longer a third-rate magician, but a revered Godslayer.
Even though he didn't like this title, others would still be filled with unease due to his actions.
As he knew, Godslayers were a group of individuals who acted according to their desires.
Kaido saw the middle-aged man at the head of the group walking towards him.
He was Erica's most admired uncle.
"Thank you for returning Erica safely, I appreciate it as her uncle".
Paolo performed a knight's bow, his movements and expression were perfectly standard.
"It's nothing, nothing, after all, Erica has been hosting me for so long."
Kaido waved his hand casually; in the past, he wouldn't have been so casual.
But since he became a Godslayer, his demeanor had changed subtly.
How to describe it exactly?
Perhaps it could be described as an "informal way of doing things".
Probably it would take some more time to reach "acting entirely as one pleases".
"May I ask what you saw in that storm last night?"
Paolo didn't ask directly, but indirectly.
However, the magical power he sensed from the young man made his humor change gradually.
Paolo Blandtelli had faced the Heretic Gods several times and even had an adversarial relationship with the Black Prince Godslayer in the past.
He was undoubtedly the most skilled magician and knight in all of Italy.
And possibly one of the few mortals in the world who best understood Godslayers.
The power of the strongest knight in the world was as powerless as an infant against a Heretic God.
And being near Kaido, he had that same feeling.
If you want to ask if I'm a Godslayer, you can ask directly. There's no need to be so reserved; after all, I'm Erica's friend, and you can consider me your superior.
It would be quite foolish to hide one's identity after becoming a Godslayer.
Kaido had no intention of being foolish.
The peaceful and ordinary days disappeared forever the moment he became a Godslayer.
The authority granted to the Godslayer gave him the most powerful strength, allowing him to ascend to the top of the world and enjoy the infinite power that came with this identity.
Even if he slept on a bed of pure gold every day, drank the finest wine like plain water, and had different high-ranking virgins rotating each night, no one would dare challenge his orders.
Godslayers are the most powerful group of people in the world, and also the most dangerous group of people in the world.
Only Godslayers can face the Heretic Gods that descend upon the human world.
Therefore, Heretic Gods and Godslayers are mortal enemies; as soon as they meet, a desire for battle will arise, until one dies and the other lives.
And if they don't fight, they will be killed by God.
"Then, what do you mean?"
Paolo already had a clear idea in his mind.
"After killing that serpent-haired monster, I suppose I'm what you'd call a Godslayer".
Kaido sat on a stone bench in the courtyard; for the past half year, he had come there every morning to bask in the sun.
Except for rainy days.
Typhon, the son of the Earth Mother Gaia and the Abyssal God Tartarus, known as the progenitor of all monsters and the God of Demons.
As Gaia was displeased that her children were imprisoned by Zeus, she joined Tartarus to give birth to Typhon and overthrow Zeus, the king of the gods.
Finally, Typhon was no match for Zeus' lightning bolt and was imprisoned eternally in the deep abyss of Tartarus.
This god possessed all the evil characteristics found in mythology.
Cruel, terrifying, absolutely licentious, immensely powerful, and capable of freely commanding demonic beasts that made the gods tremble.
In summary, Typhon represents absolute evil in Greek mythology.
In the stormy night, he usurped Typhon's authority and became a Godslayer.
Excerpt from a report from the early 21st century confirming the emergence of a new Godslayer of oriental origin.
According to the testimony obtained by the highest-ranking knight Paolo Blandtelli from the new king, it is confirmed that the new king obtained a new authority after defeating Typhon.
Scholars speculate that the new king's authority should be closely related to the "invocation of mythological monsters".
However, due to Typhon's unique nature, which flows with the blood of the Earth Mother and the Abyssal God, Typhon is both a Titan and related to the evil god of Ancient Egypt, Set.
Therefore, we cannot determine the new king's specific authority.
Additionally, we cannot find any information about the new king's past; he has been cohabiting with Erica Brandelli for the past half year, and it is suspected that their relationship is intimate.
Excerpt from the Investigation Report on Kaido, compiled by the Council of Sages of Greenwich.
The upscale neighborhood of Milan.
It is the second-largest city in Italy, the global capital of fashion and design, the city with the most influence in the world of fashion, a city of historical culture with worldwide renown, a sacred place for opera, and the global capital of art.
Of course, after that day, Milan might have a new title to add.
The yellow sandstorm that ravaged the outskirts of the city was undoubtedly the newest and largest attraction in Milan.
Many people even saw the anomaly in Milan online and flocked from all over the world to see its true appearance.
Kaido still lived in the property under Erica's name; although with his current status, he could demand the most luxurious residence, he did not indulge in hedonism.
Moreover, he had grown accustomed to living there for half a year.
He wore informal clothing, simply wide shorts and a breathable shirt. Although it was comfortable and practical, Erica often complained about Kaido's lack of fashion sense.
Wearing such informal attire in the global capital of fashion was simply a blemish on the city of art.
He held a thick book and read it at the table; it recorded stories and legends of various gods from ancient Greek mythology, interspersed with academic journals and articles by theologians.
Since becoming a Godslayer, Kaido felt it necessary to catch up on his knowledge of mythology.
In this way, at least when he fights against the Heretic Gods in the future, he won't be lost.
Perhaps he could consider teaching theological knowledge by word of mouth?
For three days after Paolo Blandtelli left that day, no one or any organization came to communicate with him.
However, he no longer needed to request food for his three daily meals; every day, experts delivered the most delicious cuisine and the finest wine, placed neatly on the dining table in the living room in exquisite silver platters.
Kaido knew that the leaders of those Magical Societies were definitely gathered in a meeting now, discussing how to deal with the sudden arrival of the new king.
Of course, "dealing with" here definitely doesn't mean fighting.
The truth that mortals cannot face Godslayers was learned with the blood of many predecessors throughout history.
They would only pray that no disaster occurs or try to seek the protection of the new king by all means.
Now, if Kaido shouted "Recruiting for a group" on the global channel, countless private messages of "seeking patronage" would surely arrive in a matter of moments.
It's said that following a ruler is like following a tiger.
A Godslayer is an existence even more terrifying than a tiger.
However, once one swears loyalty to a Godslayer, even the weakest Magical Society can be instantly compared to the oldest and largest magical worlds.
Kaido, who was trying to absorb theological knowledge, heard uneven footsteps.
Mortals would never dare be so presumptuous in the residence of the new king, so it was clear who the visitor was.
The footsteps stopped outside the door, followed by a knock.
"Come in."
Kaido closed the book and rubbed his temples, annoyed; he really wasn't suited for reading newspapers.
"Your Majesty."
The door opened from the outside, and the newcomer wore a magnificent crimson dress, and her golden hair made her look like a noble lioness.
Erica's beauty was already deeply ingrained in Kaido's mind, so, as a physiologically normal man, he preferred to cast his first glance at the young woman's ample chest.
The young woman in crimson stopped two meters away from Kaido and said respectfully: "We have been negligent during this time, and we hope the king will forgive us. After all, the birth of a new king has filled us with unease, and we don't know what attitude to take towards him".