Chapter 172.2 : Battle (2)

"How will the Fifth Hokage document this battle?" Mabui, standing next to Fourth Raikage Ai, asked suspiciously.

"Summoning!"

Darui glanced around at the composed expressions of everyone, realizing that only the Raikage was unaware. He spoke a bit helplessly, "Master Ran has recreated the mark of the Flying Thunder God, allowing those marked with Chakra to perform a summoning akin to Summoning Jutsu."

"If we consider Ran-sama in Second Hokage's strength, then this method could grant access to the Golden List battle space."

"And if the Gold List isn't considered, we have the Summoning Scroll, which undoubtedly counts, after all, it's a weapon!" Fourth Raikage Ai suddenly comprehended.

So, there exists a means to reveal the battle between the inheritor and the inheritee.

"If that's the case, couldn't anyone who has received inheritance seek aid in this manner?" Fourth Raikage Ai inquired.

"Yes, boss," Darui nodded expressionlessly.

Aren't these things common knowledge?

Regardless, I still anticipate the performance of the upcoming battle.

I hope that Voban can coax some strength out of Lord Ran.

Meanwhile,

In the Campione World,

The sudden roar of the hook, along with the apparitions that manifested across the globe, seized everyone's attention.

"What is that!?"

"A mirage?"

"Has holographic imaging technology advanced this far?"

"Quick, get your phone and take a picture."

"Little Spicy Pot, look at my SLR!"

"I want to post it on social media."

"Hey, the internet is already buzzing with the news."

Countless individuals were captivated by the phenomena in the sky.

However, in this "peaceful" and "scientific" era, most dismissed it as a mere mirage.

As time passed, the fervently searched topics on major search engines and online platforms began to resemble "mirages." Regardless of where people sought the captured images, even spanning hemispheres, the situation remained unchanged. A collective realization dawned upon everyone that something was amiss.

Prior to this realization, a select few had discerned the subtle voice of Marquis Voban within "The Mirage," sensing an underlying anomaly.

Within the headquarters of the Magic Association, home to the esteemed knights of the "Copper Black Cross," there was unrest. 

Marquis Voban, renowned for his relentless battle against the black prince Alec, bearing the moniker "Prince of Black Lightning," and serving as the mentor to his niece Erica's commanding officer, Paul Bronte, raised his gaze abruptly.

"What sight is this?"

"The Wolf King?!"

"What does the King of Wolves seek to accomplish!?"

Paul's countenance turned grave.

Despite his renown—having once vanquished the ancient city of Lancaster through divine annihilation of words and spirits, ascending to the status of holy annihilator, and even reaching Erinius, the goddess who never acquiesced, with the six mythical beasts released from the hook guarding the legend of the slumbering Princess Alice—before the Heretic God, he was powerless.

And in the presence of the Campione, he was even more feeble.

Whatever Voban intended, it struck fear into him.

"Uncle!" Erica exclaimed, her expression serious as she gripped her longsword.

Campione, Heretic God.

Legends of ancestors reached such heights!

"What's to come!?"

Meanwhile, at the other end,

Diana Milito, head of the Copper Black Cross headquarters at the Magic Association and the Napoli branch, paused in her instruction of swordsmanship to her disciple Liliana Lanichal, as she raised her head suddenly.

"The Wolf King!" Liliana's features tightened.

This was the Wolf King.

While challenging the Heretic God could prove formidable, the Wolf King was undeniably the most formidable, with a penchant for weaving intricate schemes.

What intentions did this figure harbor?

"Immediately establish contact and gather information!" Diana commanded her associate.

The truth was no secret to them—Voban had been usurped by Anton, the Heretic God.

Hijima, the History Compilation Committee.

As he enters his third year of high school, he's also poised to become the head of the Eastern Capital Branch Office of the Official History Compilation Committee. 

Sayanomiya Kaoru eyes the future subordinate Touma Amakasua, who boldly approaches his side. 

She solemnly remarks, "Is this the Wolf King from Continental Europe?"

"What's he doing in Hijima!?" 

"I'm not sure, but we need to be cautious," Touma Amakasu responds gravely.

In a small country devoid of Campione, they have no choice but to obey, pray, and yield to the Heretic God.

Meanwhile, at the Council of Sages, Duke Goddin, commonly known as Princess Alice, formerly the Speaker of the Council of Sages of Green Niji and now a special advisor, catches the attention of Alice Louis Of Nafaltao, known as the "White Priestess."

SSI's Jay Milburn looks up.

The old lady of the Magic Association, the female wolf of the Magic Association, the capital of a hundred questions, the Lord of the Flies.

All eyes are on Vorban, filled with dread, unsure of his intentions.

Unaware of the events unfolding globally, they assume Vorban is within their sphere of influence and await his next move.

Meanwhile...

Salvatore Tony leaps up, laughing, "Vorban still can't resist, or does he wish to spar?"

In the lighthouse country, John Pluto Smith, dressed professionally with crossed legs, adjusts his glasses and quips, "A phantom?"

"Old Marquis, care for another taste of my sorcery, or do you have other plans!?"

Within the Royal Arsenal...

Alexander Gascoigne, enjoying his homemade delicacies, sets down his wine, elegantly dabbing his mouth with a handkerchief. He asks in puzzlement, "Old Marquis, did Anton's explosion cause such chaos?"

Iskandri, secluded in the "Devil's Cave" and known as the "Queen of the Devil's Cave," Mrs. Aisha, continues her work without lifting her gaze. "I'm quite gentle."

Though often the instigator...

Meanwhile, in a secluded nunnery in Lushan...

Kun Linwu Peak, leader of the Holy Cult of the Five Mountains, The Ruler of the Martial Realm of Jiangnan in China, and the mortal enemy of Sasha Dejanstahl Voban, a figure existing for over two hundred years, born in the Manchu Qing Dynasty but adamant on wearing Hanfu, finally opens her eyes.

"Voban, are you eager to admit defeat and endure humiliation?"