Anime Crossover: Starting with an Infinite Dragon God as a Mount

They never give up, yearn to overcome the strong with the weak, and relentlessly strive to seize victory from those stronger than themselves.

If he were facing a demon king, he would naturally transform into a hero to defeat him.

But if the person in front of him is a hero, then it would be incredibly tactless for him to adopt the same heroic stance.

and so--

He transformed into an evil dragon here.

Because only the Demon King and the Evil Dragon can make the hero shine.

This is the aesthetics that does not conform to Siegfried, the principle that does not conform to Fafnir.

Whether they are heroes or demon kings, they are all beings who will give heroes respect.

Otherwise, even if the power residing in that sword gave him a headache, the person wielding the sword was indeed a fragile human being.

Destroying that fragile human body should not be difficult.

However, Siegfried, or Fafnir, who did not follow this path, never considered this point.

Heroes and dragons will determine victory or defeat, life or death, here.

As for the audience here, and for Marquis Voban, who sat on his throne...

"The fight between hawks and wild beasts is quite interesting."

The silver-haired old man made a sarcastic comment, a half-smile playing on his lips.

As he patiently watched this farce unfold...

"It's astonishing that there would be uninvited guests daring to intrude on the stage I've carefully constructed."

Marquis Voban stood up, a smile on his face.

However, in those bright green eyes...

His murderous intent was fully revealed.

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The aged demon king sat on his throne, his wolf-like green eyes gleaming with murderous intent. "It seems that young people often forget that caring for the elderly is a precious virtue..."

Marquis Voban rose slowly, his invisible power radiating outwards with an air of unbridled arrogance.

fierce.

Murderous intent.

tyrannical.

Under the influence of this aura, even Siegfried, the god of disobedience, couldn't help but show some hesitation in his movements.

The air seemed to thicken.

"As an old man, I don't have much energy for activities. Why would I, an old man, be interested in organizing such a grand celebration, only to have young people come and disrupt it..."

"You're so clueless about romance."

The world has changed.

The old man's mutterings to himself suddenly transformed into a roar from the heavens.

It seemed as if the wind and thunder were responding to the roar in his heart, howling together.

"Perfect timing. Just waiting in the stands has been making me incredibly impatient. Since you've come here yourself—"

"Then help me quell this burning passion within me!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The old man laughed heartily.

He left his seat.

His mouth stretched into a smile, revealing his teeth; his knees were slightly bent; and his spine resembled a curved bow.

His demeanor was completely unexpected; he was an elderly man, like a nimble cheetah or the alpha wolf leading a pack of hungry wolves.

Those cold, ghastly green eyes were fixed intently in a certain direction.

Standing in that direction was a blond-haired young man with a cheerful smile on his face.

The young man had a smile on his face and was wearing a red and blue plaid shirt.

The plaid shirt, unbuttoned, revealed his robust physique without any hesitation.

Further down, there were casual beach shorts and bare feet.

He looked like a lazy, unemployed bum, wandering the streets aimlessly—if you ignored what he was holding in his hand.

What he held in his hand was a "sword".

Despite being called a "sword," anyone could tell it was just a steel bar that had been picked up from some construction site.

However, once he held it in his hand, no one would question that it was a sword.

Few objects, whether in the sky or on the ground, can block it.

No matter what it is, if it hits you, it will definitely be cut in half.

Because it was held in his hand, it was something Salvatore Tony recognized as a sword.

It wasn't originally a sword.

But if he says it's a sword, then it is.

A sword that can cut through anything.

As a swordsman, he almost instantly sensed the gaze upon him that was like that of a jackal.

That gaze, filled with power and killing intent, would likely terrify an ordinary person who came into contact with it.

However, the young man with a smile on his face and a sword in his hand only paused for a moment before his smile became even brighter.

That smile was like that of an innocent child, or a traveler meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

He gripped the sword even tighter.

The swordsman gripping his sword and the old man, who looked like a hungry wolf, met each other's eyes.

"Come on, hurry up and come over here—"

"Stand still and don't move, or I'll go and kill you!"

The two whispered to each other.

The sound quickly dissipated with the wind and could not reach the other side at all.

However, the exchange of glances was enough to convey their mutual will.

then--

Both of their hands and feet trembled slightly.

excited--

Pleasure—

Overwhelmed by ecstasy and fueled by fighting spirit, the two god-slayers gazed at each other with a intensity that surpassed even the intensity of gazing at lovers.

They swore an oath together, and that would mean tearing the other to pieces.

"Hahahahaha—!"

A burst of wild laughter echoed throughout.

Then came the howling of wolves.

The wolves suddenly pounced from the shadows, bursting forth from the ground, coming from all directions and corners.

Each wolf, the size of a small car, howled and roared as it pounced on the blond swordsman.

The pack of wolves controlled by Marquis Voban are all divine beasts, and even human powerhouses of the Great Knight rank need to fight them with all their might.

However, for the aging wolf king...

This is the power that allows one to easily sweep across the entire world without the intervention of any god-slayer of equal caliber or disobedient god.

At best, it's just a small knife used to cut steak when enjoying a delicious meal.

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Salvatore Tony, the god-slayer known as the "King of Swords," is definitely a tough nut to crack.

To think you could cut through such a hard bone with a steak knife is wishful thinking.

Marquis Voban thought to himself.

The swordsman was surrounded by a pack of ferocious wolves.

He felt the sharp teeth of hungry wolves all around him, and he could even feel saliva dripping onto his hair.

"Ugh, it smells a little stinky."

The blond swordsman raised his hand, scratched his head, and sighed.

Then--

He pushed away the wolf carcass that had fallen on him.

The surrounding wolves, which had previously been ferocious and menacing, fell to the ground amidst their mournful howls.

Clearly, this tactic couldn't cause him any trouble.

...........

However, the Marquis of Voban was only using this tactic to slightly delay his progress.

With a twisted smile, Marquis Voban raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

The next instant, a roar from the heavens resounded.

A storm swept through, and dark clouds gathered.

Immediately afterwards, lightning flashed, instantly illuminating the gloomy sky.

Sensing something was wrong, the swordsman quickly tried to dodge.