Chapter 123: The New Candidate Of The Last King
The use of Authorities along with the fighting style were complicated, but in fact, it didn't take much time from the appearance of the Black Prince to when Roy chased and killed him.
The Campione of Godspeed and one of the Demon Kings On The Earth, fell in such a straightforward manner.
Black Prince Alexander Gascoigne's powers are all related to co-ordinate with traps and conspiracies, he fights like those modern Mage-killers.
They need to be fully prepared. Their greatest asset and advantage is their resourcefulness.
In face of such sudden emergencies along with a magic eye to reduce his intelligence resources, Gascoigne's power showed no definite utility worth of a Godslayer.
In terms of raw power, the Black Prince Alec falls league below the Wolfish Predator Sasha Dejanstahl Voban.
Additionally, Roy has also made a huge improvement after his previous victory over Marquis Voban.
Whether it's his exponential increase in mana or the evolution of raw power, he is way stronger than Gascoigne.
With the help of his tsundere Goddess and these accumulated factors, Gascoigne's performance wasn't put worthy of a Godslayer.
"Now, there is one less Godslayer in this world, two gone from my hands. Hah, I think I am actually becoming more suitable for the job of the Last King than a certain lazybones God."
Roy retracted the cruciform sword piercing through Gascoigne's heart.
Drip. Drip.
The blood dripped from the edge of the sword.
The Black Prince's internal organs were grilled beyond redemption, though he was still hanging by a thread, it was only because of a Godslayer's powerful life force.
It was impossible for ordinary magic to save him, unless a powerful healing Divine Authority healed him or Gascoigne has an authority of resurrection, otherwise, his fate was already sealed.
Unfortunately, no miracle came to the dying Godslayer's way.
"Let's go, Athena."
Roy said to Athena before turning around to leave.
The glamorous goddess of war retracted her weapons and summons; and came by his side, she gave a light look and probed: "…just let them be alone?"
"They have been frenemies for more than a decade anyways. For a dying person, we should give him a chance to say goodbye to his friend."
Roy certainly knew what Athena was talking about. He gently rubbed Athena's luscious silver hair with his hand, which made the goddess harrumph unhappily, though she didn't resist his touch.
Roy took hold of Athena's waist and unfurled his wings.
Phultk-!
With Roy and Athena's departure, a beautiful and elegant lady appeared beside the Black Prince, the figure was the spiritual body of the White Princess Alice.
"Hahaahhaha…what are you doing here? Do you want to laugh and mock at me in the last moments of my life...huh~?"
The vitality of a Godslayer is indeed tenacious. Even though the internal organs had been roasted to termination, Gascoigne used his own titbits of mana to forcefully hang his breath, speaking with a weak tone.
"…"
Alice sighed faintly and then she gently moved her hand in the air, Gascoigne was gently laid down on the ground.
Lowering her head, the beautiful princess stared at him, watching the last scenes of this man's desolation, her eyes were slightly complicated as she continued to ask:
"Do you regret it, Alec?"
"When did you become such a considerate lady, huh? At this time, shouldn't you using vicious words and mockingly laugh at my plight? The way you are now... haaa, makes me more uncomfortable."
As if returning to life, Gascoigne's face was flushed, his body language became vigorous, even the words became smoother as his voice gained strength.
After a pause, the always grim faced Godslayer let go of his prejudices with a withdrawn sigh, and said a lot of temperamental sentiments.
"Forget it, at this time, why should I still bicker with a uncultured fake noble lady...Hahaaha, your question's so funny, I'm a Campione, princess. I never regretted what I did, nor I ever will!"
"This is the fate of the Godslayers, death is the ending that all Godslayers will face... it just came to me a bit little earlier... that's it."
"From the first day I became a Godslayer, I knew that I would eventually die, but the way of death was a little bit beyond my expectations, to be honest..... Hahahahaha, it was my own compatriot who killed me."
The Black Prince laughed at himself or maybe at the absurdity of the situation.
"I am different from the other carefree Godslayers. From when I knew of the existence of the Gods, I began to think.... why didn't even one ancient godslayer survive untill now, why all of them disappeared from history?"
"From that day on, I knew that one day I would be like all of my predecessors, becoming an unremarkable wave in this world, a wave that is strong but will be forgotten anyway."
"…We are worshipped, feared and revered by millions of people from the moment we become we, but after we die.... it's just like all those predecessors who died in the past, who still remembers their names now?"
"No one, no one I tell you, Alice, no one. This is the sadness of a Godslayer. Even though we are grand 'kings' when we are alive, we are meant to be forgotten by the world."
Listening to the Black Prince's chattering, Alice did not interrupt him. Although the Campione of England could not be regarded as a hero, he kept himself very openly and lived in his own unique way.
The role model of all the mage killers in the entire world was this man lying before her!
"Time is running out, Alice… I may have caused you a lot of trouble in the past... and even almost killed you several times, but... even at the end of my life I will not apologize, I wouldn't…"
"Forgotten I maybe, a Godslayer's pride there always be."
Gascoigne's eyelids became heavier and heavier, his vision gradually blurred, and his speech intermittent.
His mana could no longer support the weight on the other end of the thin thread, and his eyelids gradually closed but the arrogant smirk didn't leave the corner of his lips.
The breathing rhythm of the Black Prince was turning gentle until it disappeared, and the temperature of his body began to become colder with the passing of his life.
"Haa, even when he is dead, he still remains a face-saving man to the end. What is the need to put gold on one's face when you are only going to suffer from it?"
Alice was a little sad.
Although she doesn't have a lot of good feelings for Gascoigne, she can't say that she has bad feelings either.
* * *
On a tall building in Manhattan, Roy and Athena were standing on the top of a skyscraper, watching the battle between the Godslayer and revitalized Goddess that was taking place not far away.
The clash between two figures was still going on, Roy and Athena killed the Black Prince and came back to Manhattan from Canada just as fast as they went.
While Roy and Athena were calmly watching the battle taking place, the spiritual body of Princess Alice returned from Canada.
After seeing Roy, the beautiful witch complained with the aggrieved expression of a hurted wife:
"Honey, you left me all alone with a grim statue faced man. As a man, you are generous, but for a girl, it's very sad."
Princess Alice's grievance did not reach Roy, he was already familiar with the mischievous witch, and in many ways; from heart to soul, from toe to head, and from up to down.
He just smiled and reasoned, "What is it to be sad about? I gave you a chance to say goodbye to an old friend."
"Aren't men supposed to be jealous, overprotective and overpossessive about the woman they care?"
"You just left me alone with my old lover, no jealousy at all, and didn't even ask me why I was there. Actually, you don't even care about me at all."
The beautiful princess with white blonde hair and charming appearance had an expression that was eager to weep, she looked very pitiful, there were silent complaints in those eyes.
Roy ignored her 'sadness' and just mischievously blinked at her:
"Alice, you should think from another angle, this is actually my deep trust in you! Besides... you are already mine, no one can take you away. Not even the gods above, let alone a dead person."
Roy's tone was arrogant, with irreversible dominance.
Alice laughed blankly, and shook her head:
"You are really a domineering man, dear, but this is the style that a Devil King should have. Just like the day we first met...."
After speaking, Princess White reduced her smile and trudged forward to take Roy's hand with both her hands, her expression gradually became serious:
"Don't die, Roy! I don't want the same thing to happen to you. Please, please... live."
Alice's tone was sincere, her eyes, which were as beautiful as stars, showed deep care and concern.
Gascoigne's words reminded her of something bad, Roy is also a Godslayer.
Could it be that he will also vanish like all those ancient Godslayers in the end, ushering in the inevitable ending?
Just thinking of this made Alice felt scared and worried.
Roy's expression gradually turned gentle. Although the current Princess Alice was just a spiritual body, he seemed to be able to feel the warmth of her palms and inner fear and anxiety coming from those trembling hands.
He pulled her into his arms and rubbed the back of her head, while the worried princess strongly wrapped her arms around his body.
"I will not die, Alice. This is my promise to you."
Suddenly, he smiled mischievously and brought down his lips near her ears.
"After all, we still have not done enough 'snu snu' moments. Plus, you still have not given me a little Alice you promised."
Princess Alice's face reddened as she nuzzled her face into his warm and firm chest to replenish her dose of 'Roy-tonin'.
Booooom-! Boooom-!
The sweet building moment was destroyed by a ray of light that flashed straight into the sky on the distant sea, like a nuclear bomb exploding with steroids, the loud noise arrived right after the shocks, shaking the earth and the sky.
Annie Charlton, and Leviathan, they had finished their game.
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