Chapter 60: Authority Barrier

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He was mistaken, mistaken from the very beginning!

That was not someone who could be bullied; that was a King, a Sovereign, an existence that absolutely forbade even a shred of disrespect! This, perhaps, was all these ignorant fools understood at this moment.

"Did you not hear this King's words? Who permitted you mongrels to stand on the same earth as me?" His words were utterly unreasonable, yet they sounded so natural and right.

"For this King, who should be revered by countless people, to stand on the same ground as you, this disrespect is a crime punishable by ten thousand deaths!" A tone of extreme arrogance came from where the man stood.

But at this moment, no one dared to question the high and mighty King. They all wished they could bow even more thoroughly, so as not to be directly crushed to death by that Sovereign.

But then, in quick succession, they all saw that golden radiance. It was a golden, dazzling radiance, like pure gold itself. Layer upon layer, like ripples, golden waves instantly spread across this vast and boundless airport.

Then, an incomparable pressure descended, silently and overwhelmingly. These so-called elites, let alone being able to stand up straight again, might not even be able to crawl up from the sturdy runway ground at this moment.

Indeed, without mercy, without hesitation, layers upon layers of pressure savagely pressed down on these fellows. At this moment, these bowing figures perhaps didn't even have the courage to lift their heads.

No matter how much it was described, how much exaggerated, how much detailed. That authority, that authority recovered from the Disobedient God, was just that magnificent. Only by truly facing it, by contending with it, could one realize one's own insignificance.

That almost limitless ocean of divine power, surging above the airport, if truly utilized, could probably destroy this so-called Tokyo with just a wave of a hand. They clearly understood this, clearly understood the King's unparalleled power. These so-called native powerhouses of the island nation also bowed down wholeheartedly and submissively. After all, the King's power was something that could no longer be quantified.

Watching these "pillars" silently prostrating, Sayaka Kisaki couldn't help but sigh softly.

Indeed, is it still not enough? She felt a surge of unwillingness in her heart, but she still dared not show even a hint of disrespect. Then, with a clear, sand-infused voice, she humbly said, "Welcome, O King!"

However, what responded to her reverence was merely a disdainful snort.

"Truly a mongrel. Even your posture during interrogation is so incompetent?" Such dismissive words were spat out mercilessly from the man's mouth. His originally slightly open pupils, the color of vermilion snakes, couldn't help but half-close again, gradually concealing their murderous intent.

"Since they are so knowledgeable, then there's no need to put on a show."

Gilgamesh considered this, then said calmly to Liliana Kranjcar behind him. "Next, what do you want to do? Just don't disappoint this King." As he spoke, Gilgamesh activated his Spiritualization.

Rather than wasting time with this trash, it would be more important to first investigate the terrain of the battlefield.

Liliana Kranjcar wore an awkward expression as she watched her master, who seemed to be dancing, transform into a golden light and fly away. The corners of her crystal-clear lips slightly turned up, curving into a helpless smile.

The golden barrier also gradually receded. The power known as 'Authority Barrier' was also retracted at this moment. The remaining prostrating, lowly figures could only stare blankly at each other.

And in the distance, looking at the land that had turned golden, Yuriko Mariya couldn't help but reveal a hint of disgust. That was authority. Only authority could achieve such a miracle.

"Truly, a King who wantonly kills!" After a soft sigh, she slowly turned around. Then, with a gentle tap of her wooden clogs on the sturdy ground, the young girl, with desperate resolve, walked towards her small private jet.

But, unbeknownst to her, that King had already departed.

On the other side, with the crashing of waves, a gentle breeze softly brushed by. Following the drifting wind, brutally falling to the ground, was an owl that seemed to have been reduced to nothing but skin and bones. Whether it was its messy feathers or its emaciated appearance, it was estimated that it had crossed this ocean relying solely on its pair of not-so-wide wings.

There were many ways to cross this sea area, but Athena, without a shred of identification, could only use such a foolish method. Even the authority and incarnation of the Disobedient God did not mean that one could easily cross the ocean that was measured in kilometers.

Immediately after, layer upon layer, enveloping the small owl, a slender and exquisite silver-haired girl walked out from within it.

"Order. Then, he cannot be made to wait too long." A calm, emotionless voice softly emerged from her thin cherry lips.

The delicate young girl, who had transformed from an owl, had not lost her simple thin sweater or her ancient knitted hat.

Athena gently patted away the sand that had gotten on her body from the recent fall, and then gently adjusted her thick, light blue knitted hat. That was as precious as her own treasure. Perhaps, this garment was worth her entire body at this moment, and it was indeed what she cherished.

The young girl sighed softly with relief. Then, she slightly extended her slightly delicate and clean white hands. Streaks of shadows gathered in her hands, churning and condensing. In a short while, a snow-white young girl was constructed. Her posture was identical to Athena's, and her light silver short hair, like moonlight, still shimmered brightly.

"Then, go find that King and deliver my request." (Money King good)

The silver-haired young girl gently placed her fingers on her crystal-clear cherry lips, a rare smile appearing on her face. It was a smile that conveyed battle intent, a smile of provocation.

"If you wish to battle me, then hand over the Stone of Gordion!" Saying this, she completely transformed into a shadow, and then, with the slightly blowing sea breeze, she vanished without a trace.

And the young girl who was exactly like her, acting as her familiar, softly repeated her words, then, with a blank stare, walked towards the brightly lit Tokyo.

At this moment, the setting sun finally descended, and carefree laughter echoed on the beach.