I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

Mingxian asked with some confusion, "Aren't psychics supposed to be influenced by things like luck, and therefore be upright and responsible people?"

“It’s just that we don’t attack mortals.” Rina corrected, “Harming mortals without magical power will indeed affect our luck, but we don’t have so many tricks up our sleeves when it comes to our own kind.”

"If they're unhappy, it's perfectly normal for two Onmyoji to start fighting, right?"

"Just like us."

Her gaze sharpened slightly.

Mingxian understood: "It seems you're quite unconvinced."

Riona nodded frankly: "I am the world's most powerful Onmyoji, yet I was defeated so easily. Of course I am not convinced. At the very least, I should find out who I lost to, right?"

Mingxian: "..."

Another troublesome woman.

Can't these people just be more straightforward?

"I feel like there's something deeper in your eyes," Riona couldn't help but say.

Mingxian nodded: "I always thought that battles in this world were very decisive. If you lost, you would accept it. You wouldn't run away, and you wouldn't shout like a clown. Instead, you would calmly accept death. After all, that's the feeling I get from a god like Vereslana."

Even the magicians in the original Godkiller manga are straightforward and tough.

Like a magician challenging Voban, even knowing he's wrong, he still burns his life and fights with all his might; kneeling down and begging for mercy is out of the question.

In the original work, gods such as Athena, after being defeated in one-on-one battles, also accepted being killed by the god-killer and had their [powers] usurped as spoils of war.

In short, Naruhiro dislikes people who can't accept defeat, although Riona isn't quite to that extent...

"So that's it, you want my halo."

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out, and Mingxian's eyes widened instantly.

Then, the wind blew in.

He appeared on the other side of the small bridge.

Not Agito: Chapter Forty-Two: Vereslana

"So that's it, you want my halo."

Mingxian's eyes widened instantly, as if a raging wave had suddenly surged from an ancient well.

A gentle breeze is blowing.

Immediately, His figure traversed space like a ghost, instantly appearing on the other side of the small bridge.

Its appearance is like that of a deity stepping out of a painting, untouched by the dust of the world.

To say that he was dressed in rags would be presumptuous, but the clothes he wore certainly gave the impression that he had weathered many storms.

The once pristine white coat has now turned a brownish-red, weathered by time, with cracks and rips along its edges.

This attire doesn't resemble that of a nobleman in a bustling city; rather, it's like the clothing of a traveler found in an oasis in a vast desert.

The boy was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with long, black hair that reached his shoulders, skin as white as snow and as smooth as ivory, but what was most striking was his stunningly beautiful appearance, which inspired awe and made it difficult to look away.

"Vereslana".

Mingxian softly uttered the name, her tone containing both the surprise of recognition and a hint of barely perceptible wariness.

"It is indeed me!"

Vereslana spoke slowly, his voice booming like a great bell, shaking the very soul, "My hands hold the key to victory! I am stained with the blood of the gods, a warrior who slays gods! Is it you who is calling my name?"

His words exuded a chilling, sacred aura.

Everything around seemed to be bathed in the divine light he brought.

Even the small bridges and flowing water seemed to become extraordinary at this moment, adding a touch of otherworldly charm.

The three women behind Mingxian reacted in different ways.

Lisa was puzzled.

Where did this incredibly handsome boy come from?

Japanese cuisine is exciting.

One amazing thing after another, it's so interesting!

Rina had beads of sweat on her forehead.

This is a god!

Not the kind of being with divine power who is given the title of "god" by Onmyoji, but a genuine deity from mythology.

Although they bear the title of "gods," the gods in mythology are completely different from other beings.

That is eternal and immortal; as long as the myth continues to circulate in the multiverse, it will never die.

Their power is so great that the world is powerless to resist.

Therefore, humans could only create myths. After the gods accepted the myths and became immortal, they were also bound by the myths.

Even if one defies the myth and leaves the Undying Realm to come to the earth, one will still be bound by the myth.

but.

If the self is strong enough to defy the constraints of mythology, they will use their power to influence humanity—a terrifying power that overturns the laws of the universe.

Life on earth cannot stop them on its own.

Only by relying on the power of mythology...

The gods imbued the myths that circulated across the earth with power, allowing mortals to influence the gods through the power of myths.

Just as the God of Steel fears fire and high temperatures, the God of Benevolence is tolerant of the people on earth, and the God of War will leave as long as his needs are met...

There are many other similar cases.

“The most urgent task is to ascertain the enemy’s mythology,” Riona thought to herself. “Vereslana, if that’s the name, then he’s the ancient Persian god of war…”

As Riona pondered what to do, Naruhiro raised his head and said with a sigh, "It really is you. When I heard from Pandora that a god was heading to this world, I wondered if it would be you. I didn't expect... it really is you."

Vereslana smiled too.

"You seem to know me. Is there some connection between us that I am unaware of?"

"Perhaps it's fate."

Mingxian raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone slightly playful: "But it's definitely a tragic fate. I just casually mentioned your name, yet you, like the wind, overcame numerous obstacles and arrived here."

Vereslana can transform into a strong wind and instantly teleport to the side of the person who calls him.

Like a hero, he transformed into a strong wind to save the suffering.

This is one of his incarnations, "Strong Wind".

Veleslana stood with his hands on his hips, his cloak billowing behind him without wind, as if his inner fighting spirit and untamed nature were fluttering wildly in the stillness.

“When I was called by Him, I was finishing a fierce battle, and was torn to pieces by the god-king of the Mediterranean.”

"However, like a loving father, He gave me new life and the strength to be reborn."

"After the battle with Mekal ended, I transformed into the wind, traversed the endless void, and came to this world."

Upon hearing this, Mingxian chuckled softly, "You spent quite a bit of time."

Vereslana curled the corners of his lips as he gazed at Mingxian, a sly glint in his eyes: "Summoned from such a 'distant world,' it will naturally take me time to come. To get here, I must pass through the crevices of several worlds."

In this diverse world, there exist countless parallel worlds with different histories.

The war god Vereslana transformed into a gust of wind, traversing the gaps between these worlds to reach this place.

"Because of your call, my feet have become much faster."

Vereslana's words carried a hint of self-deprecation and mockery.

"I should have gone to see the person close to the one who called me first, but since the god-slaying warrior called my name, how could I not come and see him?"

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Mingxian asked, "God of War, what are your plans?"

"I crave defeat."

"Humph."

Mingxian slowly stepped forward, a silver-white belt appearing around her waist. In an instant, her magical power activated, and her magic controlled the vast magical power to flow throughout her body.

Gene lock level 2, open!

【Thousand Body Scorching Stars】Activate immediately.

Flesh and blood became sharp swords, and clothes became armor.

"What does it matter if I defeat you once?"

"That's the kind of momentum we need!"

Without a second thought, Vereslana's figure shifted instantly.

The handsome young man's appearance was like a dream, instantly replaced by a terrifying and majestic bull.

Its enormous size is comparable to that of an ordinary house, leaving people speechless.

"Roar!"

A deafening roar accompanied the charge of the golden bull.

The bull's head is adorned with gleaming golden horns.

At this critical moment, Mingxian reached out without hesitation and tightly gripped the golden bull horn.

boom!

The heavens and earth trembled as an unimaginable force suddenly struck the earth, and the bridge beneath their feet was not spared, collapsing with a deafening roar.

The man and the ox fell like meteors, tracing a breathtaking arc before landing in the gently flowing river below.

Water splashed everywhere, creating ripples.

The river was so shallow that it only reached Mingxian's calves.