Saeko had never witnessed such swordsmanship before. Watching Alexander's display, she felt as though her decade of kendo training could be thrown straight into the trash.
'Swish!'
As the final bolt of lightning faded, the last servant of death disintegrated into dust and vanished.
"That's all?" Alexander stood still, gripping the Sword of Promised Victory, his gaze sweeping over the dissipated servants of death. Though they were formidable, they were far too weak to pose a threat to him.
"Don't get cocky so soon, Alexander. My servants of death are not that easily defeated."
The voice of Marquis Voban echoed ominously, and soon, strands of dark magic began to converge. Shadows coalesced, forming new figures—more servants of death materialized before Alexander.
These beings, imbued with the power of Osiris, were undead—impossible to kill in the conventional sense. As long as Voban lived, they would rise again, unending and relentless.
"They're hard to kill, huh?" Alexander smirked. "Then I'll just kill them every time they rise. Once, twice, ten times—it makes no difference to me."
Dark energy began to emanate from Alexander, spreading across the battlefield like a suffocating shroud. The servants of death, previously unstoppable, faltered and crumbled under the oppressive aura.
Even Marquis Voban was stunned. His loyal servants, bound to his will for decades, disintegrated into the dark mist, their ashes merging with the void.
The Power of Hades.
Though the servants of death were technically immortal, Alexander wielded the power of death itself—a force that transcended mere existence. The King of Hell decrees your demise; no reprieve, no second chances.
Even though Alexander's power didn't come directly from Hades, it was more than enough to annihilate these cursed beings.
Strangely, as the undead were released from Voban's control, they bowed toward Alexander, their faces filled with relief and gratitude.
"Thank you, noble one. At last, we are free."
With those words, they disappeared entirely, their spirits finally at peace.
Alexander understood their sentiments. Each of them had once been a mighty warrior in the world of godslayers, powerful figures in their own right. Yet, after falling to Voban, they had been reduced to mere puppets.
The thought of being controlled after death was horrifying—a fate worse than death itself.
'Spurt!'
Voban watched his servants dissolve into nothingness, and he coughed up blood in rage and despair.
"My servants of death… decades of effort… gone! All gone!"
Marquis Voban's grief was akin to an otaku watching a lifetime collection of rare figurines destroyed by a careless child. The loss was catastrophic.
"Hey, old man," Alexander called out nonchalantly. "Got any more tricks? If not, I'm heading back. There's a masquerade ball this Halloween, and I've got plans."
Alexander turned to leave, but something caught his eye. He noticed a bystander injured by the servants of death earlier. With a casual wave, he cast a healing spell over the person.
"Alright, now we're really done here."
Voban's voice, however, boomed once more, filled with frustration and defiance. "Alexander! Don't get too smug! This isn't over! And I'm not the only one coming for you!"
The words carried an edge of desperation—Voban, it seemed, was too afraid to show himself in person after his last defeat.
"Honestly," Alexander sighed, shaking his head, "don't you people have anything better to do? Can't you just live peacefully for once? If not, I'll gladly send you back where you came from."
Marquis Voban fell silent at this, perhaps pondering Alexander's words. What would he do if he returned? Continue his endless cycle of hunting gods, killing them, and amassing power? He was already at the pinnacle of his world. What else was there to achieve?
Voban's goals seemed so hollow compared to others in the Villain Alliance. Orochimaru sought immortality, Zeref wanted happiness, Vali craved invincibility, Deidara pursued art, and Soma longed for emotions. But Voban? What did he truly desire?
Seeing Voban's hesitation, Alexander pressed on.
"You know," he said teasingly, "at your age, wouldn't it be better to enjoy life? Maybe take up square dancing? You're always causing trouble for me, and it's clearly not working out for you. Why not try something new before I get truly annoyed?"
Alexander sighed and turned to leave, but just as he stepped away, Voban's voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Wait… Alexander… What is square dancing? Is it… interesting?"
"Huh?" Alexander froze, bewildered. Did Marquis Voban—a notorious god-slayer—seriously want to take up square dancing?
"Uh… yeah," Alexander said, playing along. "It's very interesting. You should try it. I recommend starting with 'Apple Pen' or 'Free Flying'. Once you try it, you'll thank me."