Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

It was only because he sensed faint traces of divine power on Kusanagi Godou halfway there.

Don't mistake these amazing gadgets for common, mass-produced items.

Only divine artifacts possessing the aura of cursed power can be called divine artifacts.

At this moment, an unknown divine artifact appeared here, so of course he had to come and take a look.

Of course, it was precisely because he came that the whole drama of today was able to be unraveled here.

"Do you want to attack me?"

"It's the sense of urgency that living beings feel when facing a crisis. However, instead of running away, they chose to face the challenge head-on, which is quite in line with the character of a military genius."

Even though Makoto Haramura hadn't moved an inch, the "white horse" was already pawing at its hooves in agitation.

"Killing you here would be a little boring."

"Since we've already promised Lily to try our best not to affect the city, let's put in a little more effort."

Facing the 'White Horse' whose entire body was already burning with the fire of the sun.

Makoto Haramura stretched out her hand, and a power almost identical to the flames on Hakuba emanated from her palm, rising steadily.

The power of the sun also varies.

To put it bluntly, the solar power of "White Horse" is at best just a transporter.

It carries the power of the sun to launch an attack on the target.

However, Makoto Haramura is different. He is originally a solar spirit, and the sun itself is his power, which contradicts the idea of ​​teleportation.

Under Haramura Makoto's magic, the white horse seemed to have drunk fake alcohol. Its four hooves, which were galloping towards Haramura Makoto, began to veer off course, and the flames that were originally burning on its body became flickering as it walked towards Haramura Makoto.

"Very good, very good, good boy."

As the white horse's head rested on Haramura Makoto's palm, the golden flames released from Haramura Makoto's palm completely enveloped the white horse and swallowed it.

Just a few seconds later, the once lifelike white horse vanished from the spot, transforming into a golden bead that floated in front of Makoto Haramura.

"The best bait is now in hand."

……

Less than ten seconds after Makoto Haramura left, a handsome young man with black hair, dressed in an ancient Persian robe, appeared there.

"The white horse actually left directly. No, that's not right, it doesn't seem like that."

The black-haired boy bent down slightly, sensing the remnants of the cursed power left by the white horse, and reconstructing the events that had just occurred in his mind.

"Someone actually took the white horse away."

The boy's face showed surprise.

Of course, this wasn't the only thing that surprised him.

"Not only did they take the white horse, but when they left, they didn't hide their tracks and deliberately told me the direction they were heading."

As he spoke, the boy's brows furrowed.

"This direction?"

The boy's furrowed brows relaxed, turning into a faint smile.

"It seems like they're inviting me to go."

"In this situation, it would be really inconsiderate of me not to go."

Chapter 305 God-King, Mekal

Sardinia's tourism resources include not only its beautiful blue sea, but also ancient ruins.

More than 7000 stone towers have been discovered throughout the island – Nura Gai.

The civilization that built this likely dates back to around the 15th century BC.

At that time, the people of Sardinia gathered around Nuragai and established settlements there.

Then, after the prehistoric period, the Phoenicians arrived. As navigators and traders, they made contact with the island, and finally, in 509 BC, the Phoenician city of Tyre came to dominate the entire island of Sardinia.

Then the Romans arrived.

Rome, a republic and an empire, began a new period of dominance.

The Romans modified the streets built by the Phoenicians and eventually built their own settlements.

Therefore, Phoenician and Roman ruins exist on Sardinia.

This is the western part of the island, Oristano County, which is rich in historical sites.

In order to enable the Phoenicians' sea routes to reach the western coast, they built cities with Antas and Talos as their bases.

Especially Talos.

This site is located on a promontory that juts out from the peninsula; it is half submerged in the sea but has been preserved to this day.

It was a city built by the Phoenicians of Tyre—a people whose patron god was Mekal.

A young man with brown, tousled hair stood atop a decaying stone pillar, sensing the aura of another disobedient god, and slowly closed his eyes.

"I see."

"This is the guy you want to summon."

"What, do you have some kind of grudge against him?"

Apart from Makoto Haramura, the ruins were deserted, and Makoto Haramura spoke.

A gentle breeze swept by, and a black-haired boy dressed in a white Persian robe rode the wind to arrive.

"It shouldn't really be called a holiday, but my incomplete memories tell me that."

"I must have an unfulfilled duel with Mekal."

The black-haired boy raised his purplish-blue eyes, his intelligent gaze sweeping over Haramura Makoto from head to toe.

"So that's it."

"Because I wanted to keep the agreed-upon battle, I summoned the disobedient god."

"It is indeed very fitting for your name as a god of war, as a god who wields victory."

Suddenly, Makoto Haramura burst out laughing.

As if by magic, he flipped his palm, and a golden ball of light appeared directly in his hand.

The intense heat immediately resonated with the aura of this unorthodox god before them.

If it weren't for the stronger solar power within Makoto Haramura suppressing the avatar in his hand...

Otherwise, it might have already returned to its rightful place.

"Then, God of War."

"What do you want to do? Fight me right here and now and reclaim your incarnation."

"Go and complete your destined battle first, and receive the 'White Horse' reward from me."

As the "god of victory" and "god of war" in Persian mythology, Vereslana, also known as Bahram, is not only a symbol of royalty and heroism, but also the savior of mankind.

Legend has it that he defeated and bound the three-headed dragon Dahaka, which was a menace to the world. He was a powerful deity worshipped by the Iranian Aryans during the Zoroastrian period, and was known for his ever-changing form.

In the fourth chapter of the third volume of the Avesta, "Bahram Yasht," it is described how Bahram's ten incarnations appeared in the world to sing praises and offer sacrifices to him.

The description of the ten incarnations in the book:

I. A strong wind that brings inspiration, power, and wisdom.

II. A strong bull with golden horns.

3. A white horse with golden ears and a golden bridle.

Fourth, a spirited male camel that is hardworking, fast-running, and playful.

5. A fierce and aggressive male wild boar with sharp teeth and claws.

VI. A radiant, bright-eyed, short-legged, handsome fifteen-year-old boy.

VII. A phoenix (eagle) whose flight speed surpasses that of all other birds.

8. A plump ram with curved horns.

9. A male antelope with sharp horns.

10. A handsome and valiant warrior, with a gold-inlaid and jade-embroidered short sword at his waist.

"Hahaha……"

Vereslana laughed loudly, seemingly unconcerned about Haramura Makoto's aloofness.

"is that so."

"They actually used my 'white horse' as a reward for the victor."

"Not bad, very good."

Vereslana's laughter immediately stopped.

A sharp look appeared in his dark purple eyes.

"Normally, I should first retrieve my avatar before facing my nemesis."

"That's the way things should be."

"but."

Vereslana's voice suddenly became several decibels higher.

"My intuition tells me that you are a stronger and more terrifying opponent."

"Faced with an opponent like you, if I am not in my best condition, even if I have the power to win, I will most likely lose."

As a god of war, as a deity of battle.

Vereslana possessed his own unique combat intuition, and with his current knowledge, although it was not enough to analyze the specific identity of the man in front of him.

However, his aura, the immense energy he possessed, and the solar power that suppressed his white horse were all factors to consider.

This forced him to be extremely focused.

"so be it."

"Let me first engage in battle with my destined enemy, Mekal, and after I have won, I will challenge you."

Makoto Haramura's brows relaxed, and a look of amusement appeared on his face.

"Even without your ultimate form, do you still maintain unwavering confidence in defeating the God King?"

When asked about Haramura Makoto's question, Vereslana simply turned around, leaving his back, which was an open goal, completely unguarded.

"Of course."

"Because I am the one who holds the key to victory, no matter how perilous the situation, I will be the victor."

The divine power belonging to Veleslana was directly poured into the ruins beneath him.

The aura that had already been brewing to its fullest extent suddenly soared into the sky.

Then, as if by prior arrangement, the previously clear sky was suddenly covered by thick cumulonimbus clouds, with blue lightning bolts constantly surging within the clouds—a sign that a storm was about to break.

Vereslana stretched his shoulders and jumped down from the stone pillar.

Makoto Haramura followed Vereslana aimlessly.

After walking for a while, the surrounding trees disappeared, replaced by a huge classical altar surrounded by flowing water.

For a people who worship water as a sacred entity, this spring is the famous sacred body.

He was right there.

A burly, middle-aged man sits on an altar by the water.

His unkempt hair, completely uncut, and beard covering the lower half of his face left a deep impression, giving him a rather wild appearance. His height was easily over 2 meters.

Generally speaking, someone that tall would definitely look very thin.

But he wasn't like that.