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A few hours ago, Milan.
That was a swordsman, that was a sword wielder, that was one who held a sword, that was one of the only seven kings remaining in the world, the existence named Doni.
He lightly brandished his sharp blade. Before him was a solid, sturdy wall, reinforced time and time again by magic.
"Ha, going around to the main entrance is a bit too troublesome. Just like that woman from the Celestial Dynasty said, let's properly issue a challenge!"
The young man, clearly misunderstanding something, had an excited smile on his face. It was a smile like that of an innocent child wanting to destroy his own toys, a smile that no one else could understand.
Then, it was the silver longsword swung down fiercely, and the unforgettable incantation that was chanted.
"I do not permit the existence of anything I cannot cut. This sword can cleave and sever all things on earth; it is an invincible blade!"
A light, yet uniquely domineering chant, in a solemn tone, gushed from the mouth of this unreliable young man.
It seemed that, apart from when chanting incantations, his serious voice was rarely heard.
Immediately after, the Authority from the Celtic God-King Nuada was 'activated.'
Silver skin instantly covered his arm.
No, not just the skin. Even the muscles within, even the bones, all turned silver-like.
This was an Authority named 'Torn Silver Arm,' and its ability was only one.
That was 'to tear,' or 'to sever,' or 'to cut.' In short, it was the ability to completely divide one thing into two.
Whether it was land, or the sea, or even space and that golden sword woven from magical power, all could be easily and unhinderedly split in two.
Of course, perhaps it had other uses, but we won't elaborate on them for now.
Because that wall, a wall that even missiles might not be able to breach, was easily shattered into pieces.
Whether it was the wall, as hard as steel, or the complex magic formations, all were split in two.
And what followed naturally were the knights of the Bronze Black Cross, and the sole Heroic Spirit Knight.
They looked at this young enemy with a hint of solemnity, but the fear in their eyes could not be concealed no matter what.
"Ha, I'm here to issue a challenge. Uh, what am I supposed to do next?"
Doni asked doubtfully, his tone tinged with a hint of innocence.
As if those ruined walls, with nearly a hundred years of history, now lying beside him, were not his doing.
However, he quickly reacted.
This fellow pointed at the Heroic Spirit Knight among them and shouted loudly.
"You, you're the strongest among them, right? Let's have a good fight, or else, I'll completely cut this place apart!"
Mischievous, lighthearted words came from his throat.
That cheerful voice, that sunny tone, as if this fellow who shattered someone else's wall with a longsword was so kind.
Even if he was a godslaying Demon King, even if he was the uncrowned hegemon of Europe.
However, one had no choice but to fight him.
The Heroic Spirit Knight drew his own knightly sword, then silently apologized to his lord in his heart.
Finally, he unhesitatingly joined this battle that had almost no chance of victory.
A moment later,
The Heroic Spirit Knight's longsword, enhanced by Authority, was directly and easily beheaded. He then turned into a spiritual body and returned to Gilgamesh's legend, awaiting his next resurrection.
"Not bad, it took some effort to kill him."
Doni said this, brandishing his longsword, a faint smile on his face, as if the intense battle just now was not worth mentioning.
"However, although I can't continue to dismantle this place."
He said with a slight sense of loss, his tone indeed filled with playfulness.
"Then, next, I'm going to dismantle your stronghold in Milan's Lambrate district!"
Words as if issuing some command came lightly from his mouth.
However, no one dared to respond.
But, that was as far as it went.
"My King, please wait a moment."
It was an old knight, speaking slowly in a hoarse voice.
"What, you want to duel me too? But you're a bit too weak."
Doni said unsparingly, a hint of doubt on his face, which, however, was then completely replaced by joy.
"Our King, His Majesty Gilgamesh, is already on his way here. Please wait for a moment at the airport. He will surely fight you."
This old knight, using the social skills he had cultivated over decades, had thoroughly 'translated' Gilgamesh's words, which were something like 'Tell that mongrel to wait, this King is coming to take his head.'
However, the effect was likely the same.
Doni's face now only showed a fiery battle intent. Then, without even the most basic greeting, he directly ran towards Milan's airport.
He didn't even sheathe the inferior longsword in his hand.
But that was no longer important. All the knights couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, then silently lamented their own weakness.
At this moment, on that white iron bird, Gilgamesh and Liliana were embracing in an extremely ambiguous posture.
The girl's fair and tender, delicate hands gently brushed against Gilgamesh's ear.
A faint golden, irregularly flickering brilliance gently emanated from those flawless, jade-like fingers.
Communication magic, something like that.
Gilgamesh, although also capable of performing this magic, did not know how to contact the Milan branch, so he could only have Liliana perform it for him.
At this moment, the girl, limp in Gilgamesh's arms, though with a blush on her face, still maintained a resolute expression.
"Your Majesty, Sword King Doni is a formidable enemy. Please be extremely careful."
She reminded him softly, her tone filled with deep concern.
However, Gilgamesh did not intend to accept this kindness.
"Merely a mongrel. No matter what, this King will definitely take his life!"
The arrogant king said contemptuously.
He paid no attention to the deep worry flowing from the eyes of his subordinate knight-princess.
But then, the contempt on the king's face turned into faint astonishment.
Because Liliana gently cupped Gilgamesh's face, and then pressed her own faint cherry lips fiercely against his.
Such a bold act slightly surprised even Gilgamesh, as if he had reacquainted himself with his subordinate.
However, as the kiss continued, along with the magical power and saliva, came a large amount of information regarding Doni's battle achievements and strength. Gilgamesh also understood his knight's intentions.
Without a doubt, it was precisely because Gilgamesh probably wouldn't listen to any kind of worry or serious advice that Liliana chose such a bold approach.
As for her upbringing and chastity as a lady, or the possible punishment from the king she might face, none of these were important in Liliana's heart at this moment.
Because Gilgamesh was facing a fellow Campione. To ensure her king's victory and his safe return, Liliana could be said to be willing to pay any price.
Therefore, even facing such 'offense,' the anger on Gilgamesh's face gradually softened into a gentle smile.
However, this somewhat warm atmosphere was shattered in the next moment, completely reduced to nothing.
It was silver, bright silver, a light carrying unparalleled sharpness.
It was sword light. It was a slash capable of cleaving heaven and earth.
Whether it was the airplane forged from steel, or anything else, whether it was the azure and clear sky, or this world itself,
All were easily,
Without a single hindrance,
Completely,
Split in two!