I've Traveled Through Hundreds of Worlds at Once

It was the breath of Prometheus cheats extracted from the corpse of the original white player by the Red Copper Black Cross after untold hardships.

Several magicians threw the tracking props to Yi Hui, and Yi Hui used his divine power to check briefly, and after confirming that it was not a fake.

Then crushed the tracking prop in front of several people, completely annihilated the aura inside and nodded, "Let's go."

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" Erica took a deep look at Yi Hui, engraved the ordinary face of his player avatar into the depths of her mind, and turned away with a group of magicians.

After all these uninvited guests had left, the billowing thunderclouds in the sky also subsided slowly, and the clear sky once again returned.

Yi Hui, who was wielding the vermilion magic spear, let out a mouthful of foul air slowly, dispelling his divine power.

Suddenly tiredness filled his body like a flood of sea water, and his body creaked like a broken machine.

"Finally they're all gone," Yihui rejoiced while holding his magic gun.

Using the characteristics of the player, the wave of battles continued. If the Marquis of Vauban was a little more reckless and really fought with him, his avatar would last for about a minute longer at most.

And the magic gun in his hand only used part of Longinus' gun as the material, and it was not powerful enough to really kill that sinister and cunning old fellow, the Marquis of Vauban.

At most, he was blowing his head off, making him a headless horseman for a while, but he couldn't completely kill him.

But after that, his avatar would also disintegrate due to excessive load, and was taken advantage of by the magicians of the red copper black cross in the distance.

Yi Hui used powerful mental power, ignoring the wailing muscles and bones all over his body, stretched out his hand and drew several healing runes on the ground, slowly recovering this body.

Back in the bus, Yi Hui recovered the drivers and passengers controlled by his speech spirit, and continued to rush towards Milan International Airport, preparing to leave Italy by plane.

However, after arriving at the airport, they found that all flights at Milan International Airport were canceled because of the huge thunderstorm launched by the Marquis of Vauban.

The exhausted Yi Hui heard from the airport staff that the flight would take at least two or three hours to resume, and he realized that it was hopeless for him to go back by plane.

In addition to the Marquis of Vauban, Italy now has a King of Swords, a mentally handicapped child full of fighting.

The news of his defeat of the Marquis of Vauban is estimated to spread throughout Italy in a short time.

If the retarded sword king heard the news, he would definitely not let him go.

If the mentally handicapped sword king ordered it, he could even directly shut down all the means of transportation in the whole of Italy.

Yi Hui turned around and left the airport, and then a notice came from the radio at the airport. Due to some force majeure, all flights in the past few days have been cancelled.

"Tsk! The news travels so fast!", Yi Hui clicked his tongue in displeasure listening to the broadcast.

Turned around and returned to the bus, let the bus driver return to the urban area of ​​Milan, ready to recuperate.

Anyway, the magic props used by the Red Copper Black Cross to track down Prometheus's cheats have been crushed by him, and it is impossible for the mentally retarded sword king to find him in a short time.

When Yi Hui returned to the urban area to recuperate, the news that the Marquis of Vauban was defeated by an outsider quickly spread throughout the Italian magic world in just half an hour.

Like an atomic bomb, a huge mushroom cloud was set off in the magic world, and spread to the magic world all over the world at an extremely fast speed.

No matter who the magicians in the entire magic world are, when they hear this news, their reactions are surprisingly similar.

At first, they all had a strange expression of suspecting that there was something wrong with their ears and misheard, and after asking again and again to confirm that they heard correctly, their jaws almost fell to the ground one by one.

The godslayer is known as the overlord, also known as the devil king. He is the real king above all human beings, a non-human existence comparable to gods.

If it is said that mortals rely on luck to defeat gods and become godslayers, although it is very rare, in the long river of history, there will always be one or two cases every once in a while.

It was the first time in the long history that a mortal defeated a godslayer, not to mention that the one who was defeated was the oldest and most ferocious Marquis of Vauban among the six godslayers in the world, who was enough to make a baby cry.

"Has the identity of the outlander been investigated?"

In a luxury hotel in Rome, the capital of Italy, a man about forty years old, with a well-sculpted face and full of intellectual temperament, asked his subordinate on the other end of the phone.

"My lord, the investigation has found out that the foreigner is named Higashino, and his household registration shows that he is from Okinawa, Japan, and lives in Osaka," the subordinate on the other end of the phone replied quickly.

"Other than that? Is there nothing else?" The middle-aged man known as the commander-in-chief frowned upon hearing this.

What's the use of just knowing a name and household registration, the other party is an outsider, not a person from this world at all, it's like having no such information.

According to such a long investigation, the magic community has a relatively clear understanding of the group of Outlanders.

Knowing that, apart from the amazing learning speed and growth speed, the Outlanders are no different from ordinary humans in other respects, and all abilities and weapons have to be obtained by themselves.

Therefore, what he wanted to know most was how the Outlander communicated with the gods and became an Adventist, and where did the god-killing spear in his hand that could severely injure the Marquis of Vauban come from.

He had already heard from Erica that the god-killing gun that could seriously injure the Marquis of Vauban was a one-time weapon.

After severely injuring the Marquis of Vauban and damaging it, the outlander immediately took out a brand new god-killing gun.

This kind of god-killing spear can cause damage to the Marquis of Vauban, and it must also be effective against the God of Disobedience.

If they got enough god-killing spears, they would be able to kill the gods by themselves without the need for the god-killing gods to kill the gods who would not obey them.

It doesn't even need to be beheaded, as long as it can be repelled by heavy damage, it is enough for them.

"I'm sorry, about this, we currently have very little information, and we still need time to collect it..." The subordinate on the other end of the phone replied in panic when he heard the middle-aged man's words.

"Collect as soon as possible!" The middle-aged man also knew how difficult it is to collect information on outlanders, so he could only urge him.

While talking on the phone, suddenly the door of the hotel suite was pushed open, and a blond young man in his twenties, wearing a shirt and shorts, walked into the suite unceremoniously with a foolish smile on his face.

"King!" The middle-aged man quickly hung up the phone when he saw the blond youth, stood up and saluted.

The smirking blond young man in front of him was the sixth godslayer among the six godslayers, the king of swords who commanded the entire southern European magic society, Salvatore Tony.

"Paul, have you found that guy?" The blond-haired young Tony couldn't wait to ask the middle-aged man after he entered the room, not caring about these etiquettes at all.