DxD: I Steal Luck-Chapter 191: The Oldest King of Modern Times Marquis Voban!

Outside the King's Town, on a deserted hill, Blake appeared here calmly. Yesterday, he had defeated Vali and received 1,000 Luck points as a reward. Now, his remaining Luck points were 2,657.

But that wasn't the point. To be precise, Blake had been pondering for a while and decided to visit other worlds.

After all, there was still more than a month before the long break, when he would head to the underworld. During this time, if he stayed quietly in the human world attending classes, it wouldn't fit Blake's style.

So yesterday, Blake explained to Rias, Lia, and the others that he had matters to attend to in a secret place and then came here.

As for Blake's words, Rias didn't doubt him. After all, they had witnessed his immense power and the strange weapons and techniques he wielded.

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In an unknown world, on an unknown island, there were strange buildings.

Inside one of the tall buildings, there was no furniture—only clusters of flickering flames, giving off a chilling and eerie atmosphere. freewebnøvel.coɱ

In the central hall of this eerie building, there were many girls of various sizes, all dressed in thin white cloth that covered most of their bodies. They ranged in age, some looking under twelve, while others appeared close to twenty, but all were beautiful girls. They radiated spiritual power from their bodies and placed their hands in a cross at their mouth, as though performing some sort of ritual. Clearly, they were no ordinary people.

On the floor, a large white magic circle could be seen, surrounded by the girls. As the magic circle grew brighter, the girls' faces became paler, showing signs of weakness. Even so, they did not stop their ritual. Despite the pain, weakness, and negative emotions like fear, they continued the summoning ceremony of the Heretic God!

Even as some of them fell unconscious, foaming at the mouth, they did not dare to stop.

All this was because of a figure not far from the magic circle.

An old man was sitting on an extraordinarily luxurious chair, which was a stark contrast to the surrounding eerie environment. He had his feet propped up, eyes closed, as though napping in his throne. His presence exuded a terrifying aura.

The old man's appearance gave off an intellectual vibe.

He had a very broad forehead, deeply sunken eye sockets, and a very pale complexion. Anyone who saw him would think he was a professor or expert of some kind. His silver hair was neatly combed, and even his beard was meticulously shaved. He looked like someone who would wear a white lab coat.

However, his actions were absolutely mismatched with his appearance.

Because he was truly a tyrant, the ruler of this world— a Demon king who had killed gods with a human body!

He naturally expected to be served by those around him, and was accustomed to giving orders.

Because he was truly a Demon King.

As long as it satisfied his desires, even if it meant destroying humanity, the old man would not hesitate to do so. And this summoning ritual, which had already driven many of the priestesses to mental collapse, was his masterpiece!

It was all because he simply wanted to hunt the Heretic God. That was all.

Sasha Dejanstahl Voban

Marquis.

These were the titles others gave the old man.

The oldest god-slayer of the present age.

This was him.

Not long after, the priestesses around the magic circle began to fall one by one, their faces showing expressions of despair, with only two still holding on.

To everyone's surprise, the two who were still holding on were not the mature, well-known priestesses, but two girls who appeared to be about twelve years old.

One had chestnut-colored hair. Despite her young age, she had an unexpectedly classical and cute charm. The other girl was silver-haired, and her appearance could only be described as "cute." She had an exquisite, upright face, with a very tense expression. While her appearance was adorable, it also carried an air of authority.

Her silver hair was tied into a ponytail, hanging loosely behind her. She was even more beautiful than the chestnut-haired girl, with skin so fair that it appeared porcelain.

However, the silver-haired girl didn't seem to be in a good state. Her originally fair face had lost all color, and her blue eyes seemed cloudy, as though she was about to lose consciousness.

"...Lily... hold on..." The chestnut-haired girl said, a bit weakly, her voice full of urgency. Despite the situation, she still had enough strength to worry about the silver-haired girl, clearly showing her superior ability compared to the others. "Ugh—"

Hearing the chestnut-haired girl's words, the silver-haired girl, called Lily, snapped back to her senses. She smiled at the chestnut-haired girl and then gritted her teeth, holding on again. A trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth, sparing her from the fate of collapsing like the others.

At that moment, the white magic circle finally emitted a dazzling burst of light. A terrifying magical energy shot up like a black pillar, piercing through the building and reaching the sky, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Both the silver-haired and chestnut-haired girls fell to the ground, showing expressions of relief mixed with sorrow.

The ritual had succeeded, and they had survived. But the success of the ritual meant that the Unyielding God was coming, and that would bring disaster to the world! And they were the ones who had caused it!

"Haha, well done."

At this moment, the old man, Voban, who had been sitting on the luxurious chair, finally opened his wolf-like green eyes. He smiled excitedly, as if he had found his prey.

Perhaps, to this old man, all Heretic Gods were just prey.

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