Fantasy Library.

Chapter 356 The Shining Golden Sword

Shiba Park 4-chome, Minato-ku, Tokyo.

Not far from the area where the Seven Kingdoms Shrine is located, there stands a world-famous iron tower.

Tokyo Tower, a landmark building and tourist attraction in Tokyo, was modeled after the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France. It is the third tallest freestanding iron tower in the world and the second tallest structure in Japan, after Tokyo Skytree.

Standing at 332.6 meters tall, it is 8.6 meters taller than the Eiffel Tower, 301.4 meters shorter than the Tokyo Skytree, and 267.4 meters shorter than the Canton Tower in China. Weighing 4000 tons, it was started in 1957 and has existed for over fifty years, yet it occupies a very important position in Japan.

The tower's main function is to transmit various broadcast signals, such as television and radio. In the event of a major earthquake, it will also be responsible for sending train stop signals. It also serves as a navigational beacon, wind direction and speed measurement, and temperature measurement. Even though in recent years there has been a trend of the Tokyo Skytree replacing its broadcast signal transmission function, it will still serve as a backup signal transmission station and may even have tourism functions.

There is a large observation deck at 150 meters above Tokyo Tower and a special observation deck at 250 meters. A four-story iron tower is built directly below the observation deck. In addition to the entrances and exits to the observation decks, there is also an aquarium and various souvenir shops. At night, the lights change color with the seasons: white in summer and orange in spring, autumn and winter, which is a beautiful sight.

Tokyo Tower has many nicknames, including radio tower, observation tower, and science museum. It is now a popular tourist attraction for foreign visitors and has generated considerable wealth.

However, on this day, this important iron tower suffered a near-devastating blow.

"Bang!!!"

A huge black shadow flew backward from the horizon, like a meteorite falling from the sky, and crashed straight into the upper part of the iron tower, breaking it in half.

Screams and gasps of terror immediately rang out from all directions, not only from inside the tower but also from the surrounding residents.

Wherever Tokyo Tower was visible, people witnessed the tower being broken, causing many to shout and panic.

The enormous black shadow was buried under countless fragments of the iron tower on the watchtower, with bright red blood spilling from its mouth.

"hateful……"

The enormous black shadow swayed as it struggled to its feet, pushing aside all the debris that had buried it, before finally revealing its full form amidst the thunder and lightning of the storm.

It was Woban who had transformed into a gray werewolf.

At this moment, not only was blood spilling from his mouth, but his entire body was covered in wounds, clearly indicating that he had suffered serious injuries.

"I never imagined that I, Sasha Deyanstas Vobban, would be beaten like this by a brat who has been king for less than a month..."

Woban coughed up blood, wiped it away, and stared angrily at the horizon with his eerie green eyes.

There, two sticks, each wrapped in a whirlwind and a bolt of lightning, swept in and landed in front of Vauban.

Aize's figure appeared at just the right moment, as if he had passed directly through the distortion of space, landing between the pursuers and the exiles.

"So didn't I say that judging the strength of a god-slayer by age is a complete joke!"

Azer's unharmed appearance contrasted sharply with Vobon's, which allowed him to speak calmly.

"Shouldn't you be a little more awake now, old man!"

Woban's anger intensified, but a vicious smile appeared on his face.

"You think you've got this in the bag, kid!" Woban's emerald-green eyes stared at Aize, as if he could see right through him, and he sneered, "While it's infuriating to have fallen to this state, I've figured out your background, kid."

"Those clubs behind you, must be the power you usurped from Mekal, the god-king of the Mediterranean?"

"As the pursuer of the wind and the banisher of lightning, this is not only a divine artifact imbued with the divinity of the craftsman god, but also a symbol of Mekal, the god of storms!"

"Your ability to command the wind and rain comes from these sticks, doesn't it?"

As he spoke, countless dark shadows appeared around Woban.

The shadowy figures gradually transformed into a group of withered, deadly servants, some clad in armor and wielding sharp weapons, others wearing robes and holding wands, instantly forming a large army.

Then, the gray wolf fur on Woban's body fell off one by one, and as it fell, it all transformed into huge demonic wolves, as big as horses.

"That is indeed a very powerful divine weapon. It can easily injure me and can even contend with, or even surpass, the power of Gale and Raging Waves. But you, who have only been king for a short time, can you use those clubs well?"

At Vobban's command, the wolf pack and the army of the Dead launched a simultaneous attack on Azer.

The wolves howled and pounced, the great knights wielding sharp weapons rushed out one after another, and the magicians in long robes began to chant incantations and unleash magic, sending all kinds of attacks such as wind, fire, thunder, and lightning to strike Azer.

"This time, I'm going to use all three of my powers against you at once. How will you deal with that?"

Woban then spread his hands, unleashing both scorching and icy winds, while also spewing lightning from his mouth. The combined force of the hot and cold winds attacked Azer with immense power.

Faced with this fierce attack, the pursuers and exiles around Azer automatically engaged in combat. One of them faced the hot wind and the icy wind, causing the whirlwinds wrapped around them to collide with them. The other faced the lightning, causing the electric light wrapped around it to become entangled with it, resulting in explosions and shockwaves.

As for the attacking wolf pack and servants of death, Azer simply ignored them.

"Three major powers?"

"Besides the raging winds and waves, what's the point of using the other two powers?"

"You think this level of attack will work on me?"

Aize didn't even flinch, directly taking the attacks from the wolf pack and the servants of death.

The wolf's claws and fangs landed on him, but couldn't even bite through his skin.

The same was true for the servants of death. The weapons under the command of the great knights were all deflected, and the magic cast by the magicians vanished without a trace the moment it landed on Aize, as if a gentle breeze had brushed against his face, only causing Aize's clothes to move slightly, without any other effect.

Whether it's the forces of wind, fire, thunder, or lightning, or curses and ambushes hidden in the shadows, none of them can have any effect.

"Using magic to deal with a god-slayer is futile, even a child knows that's useless. I didn't expect our Marquis of Vobán to have forgotten that," Aize said sarcastically. "Is he really getting old?"

With Azer's current resistance to magic, let alone magic of this level, even the strongest level of combat rituals used by Liliana wouldn't be able to affect him.

However, a strange smile appeared on Vauban's ferocious wolf head.

"That's just a smokescreen. Do you really think I would use an attack of this level to deal with you?"

As Woban finished speaking, two of the demonic wolves that were pouncing on him suddenly grew larger and larger, transforming into werewolves nearly twenty meters tall.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch!"

The two enormous werewolves roared instantly, swung their claws in unison, and sent Aize flying from almost touching them.

"Oh!"

Two sharp claws landed simultaneously on Aize's hastily raised hands, blasting him away from the lookout tower with a muffled thud.

"Is this your trump card?"

Aize borrowed a portion of the power of the Blood Scythe of Domination and manipulated the gravity around him, causing himself to freeze in mid-air.

Those two enormous werewolves were indeed quite powerful, possessing at least the strength of divine beasts.

"Of course it's not just that!"

Vobon growled, and many of the robed magicians around him raised their wands. These magicians hadn't launched a magical attack on Azer, but had been chanting incantations.

Now, the long incantation has ended, and another huge magic circle has unfolded above the watchtower.

From within the magic circle, a colossal creature, over twenty meters long, slowly flew out.

It was a silver-scaled dragon whose scales had all fallen off, the flesh beneath them had rotted, and there were more than a dozen places where even the bones were exposed. Its right forelimb was missing from the elbow, and it had also lost its left eyeball.

The decaying dragon let out a silent roar, its eye sockets gleaming with a ghostly light, and flapped its tattered wings as it flew toward Azer.

"A divine beast-type servant of death?"

Aize's eyebrows immediately rose.

Vauban's Cage of Death's Servants is not only used to imprison human souls and turn them into servants, but also to control other soul-bearing creatures such as divine beasts and demons.

Woban, who has lived in the world for more than 300 years, has personally killed many powerful humans, and even some divine beasts, but he cannot summon them at will.

If the servants whose souls were imprisoned by his power were not large, Vobon could make them move to his side instantly. However, the large divine beasts could not be moved at will, so Vobon placed them in his base in the Balkan Peninsula.

At this moment, Vauban commanded some of his great magician servants to jointly perform a great magic spell of spatial teleportation, summoning the divine beast servants who were sleeping in his base in the Balkan Peninsula.

"Ordinary servants and demon wolves pose no threat to you, but what about werewolves and servants of divine beast level?"

"One or two shouldn't pose a threat to you, but what about three, four, or even a dozen?"

"With the assistance of the wind, thunder, rain, and lightning under my control, can you still maintain that calm demeanor?"

Amidst Vob's roar, one after another, colossal, rotting divine beasts emerged from the magic circle, along with two werewolves entwined with the wind, forming an army of divine beast-level individual creatures that marched towards Azer.

"Oh!"

Aize threw a punch, which collided directly with the sharp claws of the silver-scaled dragon that attacked first. After the shockwave was generated, both of them were sent flying backward, creating distance between them.

Two werewolves riding the wind immediately pounced from the left and right sides. One opened its foul-smelling maw to bite him, while the other raised its sharp claws to slash down. The attack was so fierce that it split the strong wind and the torrential rain.

"Shh!"

Aize activated Instant Step, his figure vanishing from his original spot and reappearing above the two werewolves that were pouncing on him.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

With two flashes of dark sword light, the two werewolves were cut in half.

"Ouch!"

However, the next second, the two werewolves revived amidst roars, their severed bodies reconnected, and they were restored to their original state.

"It's useless!" Woban shouted, "The two werewolves, which I summoned directly with my power, are divine beasts and will not die even if their heads are cut off!"

"And then there are the servants of death, who can be reborn even if their physical bodies are destroyed!"

"This is an undead army that only I can command!"

This is why the powers of Greedy Wolves and Death Servant Cage can be used to deal with beings at the level of gods or god-slayers. Otherwise, no matter how many demonic wolves and their servants there are, they would not be able to pose a threat to gods or god-slayers.

"Your slashes are ineffective against them!"

"How many attacks from a divine beast can your steel body withstand?"

"And these sticks of yours..."

Vauban kept whipping up gusts of wind and spewing out lightning, laughing as he fought his pursuers and exiles.

"Their opponent is me!"

In this way, one becomes a general.

At least, that's how Vauban sees it.

Slashing strikes, a body of steel, the divine tools of the craftsman god... this is all the power of Azer.

With this in mind, Vauban naturally believed he had won after resolving the threats posed by the three powers.

Unfortunately……

"Zhi!"

Just when Vauban felt victory was assured, a bright light suddenly appeared under the overcast sky next to Tokyo Tower.

The light was a brilliant gold, and its source was Azer.

A dazzling golden light emanated from Aize's body and gradually formed spheres of light.

Inside the sphere of light were countless equally dazzling golden swords, which, under Azer's control, shot towards the werewolves and servants of death around them.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"...

The sound of cutting echoed continuously beneath the sky, as the gleaming golden sword sliced ​​through the bodies of the werewolves and servants of death, piercing them one by one.

"Ouch!"

"Roar!"

The werewolves and their servants of death let out mournful howls and vanished in the golden light, never to be resurrected.

"what?"

Upon seeing this, Woban was greatly alarmed.

Immediately afterwards, countless golden swords flew over, cutting into his body like a thousand cuts.

"Ooo ...

As countless golden swords slashed through his skin and tore through his flesh, Woban let out a miserable howl of pain.

Then, his body hair began to disappear, and his size gradually shrank until he returned to his original appearance, no longer as ferocious as before.

Not only Vauban himself, but also his servants of death and the demon wolves around him, all disappeared as if they had been sent away.

"My... my power...?!"

Woban sensed something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)