Everything is Anime! Chapter 85: Reaction to the New King! (Patreon)

That was no surprise. If he couldn’t even shrug off mere mortal spells, how could he possibly fight gods?

The most important thing now was his Authorities. Hikaru stood quietly, feeling them. As expected, from felling those two deities, he’d obtained two different Authorities. He already understood how to use them – though figuring out their limits would require actual testing.

Ddraig noticed the change in Hikaru’s power as well, its trembling voice betraying its shock:
“So that was why you went all-out to kill those gods? The two forces flowing into you are on par with a Demon Lord’s power! Are these the spoils of beating a god?”

The Red Dragon Emperor could hardly believe it.
“If those chief gods hear about this, you might become the enemy of every deity out there.”

“It doesn’t matter if I end up as their enemy. Besides, this is a peculiar trait of this world — not actually my power,” Hikaru said calmly.

If he could gain a new Authority in every world he visited just by killing gods, he would’ve started long ago. DXD’s gods ranged widely in power – some were Transcendent-level, others about as strong as high-class devils. And if you considered the ‘eight million gods’ of Japanese lore, the vast majority outside the Takamagahara lineage weren’t even high-class devil tier. It would be “easy pickings” indeed, if only it worked that way.

“Where do we go now?” Est asked in her usual deadpan manner.

“No rush. We’ll have company soon.” Hikaru smiled.

And just as he said, a few cars sped down a road where the floodwaters had only recently receded. Even though New Delhi had been ravaged, much of its infrastructure ruined and the losses staggering, the sorcerers weren’t primarily worried about the city or its inhabitants. They were terrified that the guardian god they had sealed for centuries — Vishnu — had been awakened to battle the evil god Rahu, only to be slain by someone else.

But that wasn’t even their biggest concern. It was the fact that Vishnu hadn’t been killed by Rahu, but by a red dragon that appeared out of nowhere. Though ordinary civilians couldn’t see clearly, the sorcerers had observed every moment with their own eyes. Both Vishnu and Rahu had been felled by that dragon, ending the mythic battle. None of them had foreseen such an outcome, and it filled them with dread.

Because if a human had truly slain a Heretic God, that meant a seventh god-slaying Devil King had emerged in this world. The very thought made them tremble. Especially since it had happened on Indian soil.

“No matter what, we have to verify the truth!” said a bearded sorcerer in the group. If a newly manifested Heretic God had somehow disguised its presence, that would be one thing. But if it truly was a human who did this, that would be the worst possible scenario.

India already had one Campione, Madam Aisha, who tended to roam around the globe, even into the distant past, but at least she was their Campione.

A second one would only lead to chaos; there’d be no “while two dogs fight over a bone, a third one runs away with it.” More likely, two Devil Kings clashing could plunge the entire country into endless conflict — and they themselves couldn’t do a thing about it.

Their motorcade ignored the pleas for help from locals along the way and soon arrived where the new aura had dissipated. In the midst of the devastated battlefield, a man and a girl sat in a half-ruined café, chatting.

The sight made the bearded sorcerer’s heart sink. There was no longer any sign of a Heretic God’s presence, which could only mean the man had to be human. And a Campione was almost certainly one of them — either him or the girl.

They approached with respectful expressions. “Excuse us, but who might you be?”

Hikaru just glanced at them without answering, releasing a mere sliver of his aura. That tiny whiff felt like an unfathomable ocean to the sorcerers — unmistakable proof of a god-slayer’s energy, far beyond human scope.

Their eyes went wide, fear plastering their faces. They all knelt on the muddy ground, shaking, not even daring to lift their heads. It was as if, unless Hikaru gave them leave, they’d remain frozen in that posture forever.

Hikaru quietly noted how, in this world, the title “God-slayer” made sorcerers bow low, unconditionally obeying. In DXD, not even Demon Lords, chief gods, or the Fallen Angel governor got that kind of treatment. The only figure close to that level of reverence might be the Biblical God.

Finally, the sorcerers heard Hikaru’s voice: “Prepare me a clean room and some food.”

“Yes, sir!”

They sounded relieved rather than apprehensive. A Campione asking them for something was good news — better than if he demanded nothing, leaving them guessing and risking a terrible blunder. Despite whatever pride they had, appeasing this being was far more urgent.

“Oh, and one more thing. Go by the Bronze Black Cross branch and bring me Liliana Kranjcar.”

“Understood!”

With that, they ushered Hikaru and Est into a car and drove them at top speed to a hotel that hadn’t been wrecked in the fighting. The guests were swiftly cleared out, chefs thrown into the kitchens, and staff put to work scrubbing every inch of the place clean.

…

Before long, Liliana, who’d returned to her order’s local branch, found the Indian sorcerers crowding around and blocking her exit.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, gripping the hilt of her Silver Master sword. Liliana assumed they were angry that she’d been involved in fighting those cultists — maybe blaming her for everything that had happened.

“I tried to stop those cultists as best I could. It’s not my fault—”

They didn’t care to listen. Looking grim, they said, “The new King wants to see you. You’re coming with us.”

“N-new King?” Liliana’s eyes widened, disbelief spreading across her lovely face. “Wait — you mean the new King?”