Before he could catch his breath, the King vanished from his position. In the next instant, he dropped from the sky like a falling star, smashing into the already ruined ground and causing it to collapse further. A violent storm erupted, sweeping everything in its path.
At the center, Lucien's hair fluttered wildly as his high heels and lower legs sank deep into the mud.
"Who exactly are you?!"
The King stood atop the ruins, his face dark and twisted.
At first, he had assumed his opponent relied solely on gun magic, a typical long range fighter. But that earlier kick had shaken him. This enemy was just as dangerous in close combat.
"Let me think… 'Mysterious Killer' sounds too ordinary. I've got it."
Lucien snapped his fingers, clearly dissatisfied with the previous title. It did not suit him.
"From now on, I am the Gatling Fairy."
Lucien no longer cared about exposing himself. The moment he used the Gatling, recognition was inevitable. Besides, in this world, such abilities would simply be mistaken for gun magic.
Even if reincarnators or transmigrators existed, he felt no fear. His continuous slaughter of mages had already deviated from the original storyline, but strength was all that mattered.
The sky churned violently. Citizens of the capital fled in panic, yet some fearless reporters still took photos.
A bolt of lightning struck down.
"Magic Pierce."
The King moved swiftly along the ground, attacking first. Purple black magic surged in his hand, forming a spear that shot forward instantly, aiming straight for Lucien's heart.
Future Prediction activated.
Lucien shifted slightly to the side. The spear grazed past him as his body sank into the ground.
An explosion followed, leveling everything nearby. The land cracked and collapsed.
Lucien swung the Gatling like a weapon, smashing it into the King's body. The King crossed his arms, condensing magic as his feet dug deep into the earth, barely blocking the blow.
The terrain around them rose into jagged hills.
Lucien spun, his long leg sweeping horizontally with terrifying force. The King leaned back just in time, feeling a sharp sting across his forehead as the wind from the kick passed. Behind him, the ground exploded into barren wasteland.
Enraged, the King clenched his fist, forming a magic sword. He thrust it forward without hesitation, aiming directly at Lucien's chest.
There was no mercy in his attack.
Lucien did not dodge.
Instead, he raised the Rocket Launcher and pointed it straight at the King.
Sparks erupted.
The magic blade struck Lucien's chest but failed to pierce through. Iron Body, Hardening, and Armament Haki spread across his body, forming an impenetrable defense.
The King's expression twisted in horror.
At point blank range, the launcher began to glow.
"Boom."
A massive explosion erupted. Flames and black smoke engulfed the area as the ruins were completely erased.
A streak of purple black light shot across the battlefield, carving a deep trench before crashing far in the distance.
Nearly one tenth of the capital was gone.
Mage Guild members rushing in from nearby cities froze in terror as the King's body flew past. Some unlucky ones were crushed instantly.
"Th that… that's the King, right?!"
"He has power comparable to a Saint Ten mage, how did he end up like this?!"
"Has another Saint Ten level mage invaded our kingdom?!"
Panic spread among the mages. The King's strength had always been the foundation of their nation's stability.
And now, he looked like a dying dog.
"Cough… cough…"
The King struggled to his feet from the rubble, blood pouring from his mouth and staining his torn royal robes.
"You've come at the perfect time."
Floating in the air, Lucien smiled.
The Gatling detached from his hand and hovered over his left shoulder. It expanded to a massive size, its barrels spinning as it unleashed a storm of laser fire.
Screams erupted.
"Help!"
"Defend yourselves!"
"It's the Mysterious Killer!"
The battlefield turned into a slaughterhouse. Defensive spells shattered instantly as beams tore through flesh, scattering blood and limbs everywhere.
The Rocket Launcher expanded on his right shoulder, firing shells the size of small hills. Each impact created devastating explosions.
Both weapons entered automatic mode.
Lucien extended his hands, soul power wrapping around nearby mages. He grabbed them mid air and forcefully fed them into the Gatling and Rocket Launcher.
The process was efficient.
And horrifying.
"Stop!"
The King dragged himself from the ruins, his face twisted with rage as he watched his capital burn.
He shot forward like a desperate beast, his magic surging uncontrollably. He was burning his own life to amplify his power.
"You two, keep going."
Lucien gave a casual command without even looking at him.
"Yes, Father God!"
Faces appeared on the Gatling and Rocket Launcher, their voices childish yet obedient.
Due to Lucien's influence, both weapons had evolved rapidly, possessing intelligence comparable to a young child.
The King ignored them.
"Super Magic Cannon!"
His magic compressed into a single point. A massive purple black magic array spread across the sky, releasing a beam of energy nearly twenty meters wide that surged toward Lucien like a tidal wave.
A frying pan appeared in Lucien's hand.
He gripped it with both hands as it expanded rapidly, growing to hundreds of meters and covering the sky like a shadow.
Then he swung it down.
The air trembled violently. Winds howled.
"Damn it!"
The King roared, pouring more magic into the beam, trying to break through.
But the frying pan did not budge.
Instead, the beam began to compress.
"Move!"
Lucien swung harder. The frying pan crushed the beam layer by layer.
"How is that possible?!"
The shadow descended.
The moment the beam collapsed, the frying pan struck.
It was like swatting an insect.
The King's face caved in instantly.
The ground split apart as a massive abyss formed, tearing through the capital. The King's body vanished from sight.
Lucien shrank the frying pan and disappeared.
Far away, the King was embedded deep within a mountain, his body shattered, blood pouring from his mouth.
Before he could recover, a violent storm struck again.
A crystal high heeled kick descended like a meteor, tearing through the earth as it smashed toward him.
Terrified, the King erected a magic barrier.
Cracks spread instantly.
With a sharp shatter, the barrier broke apart.
Lucien's kick landed squarely on his chest.
Bones shattered.
Blood sprayed.
The King was sent flying once more, crashing into the ground with earth shattering force.
"Pfft…"
The crater collapsed into dust. The King lay motionless, his life hanging by a thread.
Three thorny vines pierced into his body.
Lucien stood before him, eyes cold.
Behind him, a monstrous demon manifested, snarling with violent intent.
"Stay or die."
Lucien reached out.
The King's face twisted in terror as his soul was forcibly ripped from his body.
In an instant, his breath ceased.
His body crumbled into dust and disappeared.