Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

The bulging muscles are incredibly imposing just to look at.

How magnificent and sacred his body was!

Despite wearing very rough clothes—dirty rags and leather covering his chest, and a tattered cloak draped over his body—he exuded an air of authority.

The supreme king, the ruler of numerous gods.

—Mekal, the God-King who is the Dragon Slayer!

"I thought it was just a continuation of the battle against the brat who changes form, but now there's an unexpected guest."

His voice is bold, forthright, and full of humor. But if you spoil his good mood, he'll immediately erupt in a furious rage—like the calm before a storm.

“I have no intention of getting involved in your fight, Mekal.”

"What you want to do is your business."

When faced with Mekal's questioning, Makoto Haramura's attitude was quite straightforward.

He sat casually on a large rock, looking at Mekal and Vereslana in front of him.

It seems they really aren't planning to do anything.

"Yes, Mekar."

"This is our battle, and this nemesis is my opponent after I have defeated you."

Vereslana stood in the sky, parallel to Mekal's enormous head, and spoke loudly.

"Hahahahaha."

The exaggerated laughter momentarily drowned out the thunder in the sky; anyone could tell that it was not laughter of joy, but laughter born of extreme anger.

After the laughter subsided, an indigo storm began to rise silently behind Mekal.

"The son of a fool, and that arrogant brat, what do they take me, old Mekal, for?!"

He swung his right hand, holding a crooked, lightning-like wooden stick in his palm, and slammed it hard onto the ground in front of Luo Pei.

—As the prototype of Hercules, he possessed unparalleled strength that could tear the earth apart.

Rumble! Above the altar, the land of Sardinia began to tremble and crack under this immense power, and the surface rose upwards.

"They actually believe they are certain to defeat me, and they even have this arrogant attitude of looking down on me."

"bring it on."

"So what if it's one against two? I'll show you what a true god-king is."

Faced with Mekal's almost earth-shattering power, Haramura Makoto and Vereslana were like rocks standing firm on the sea, displaying a sense of unwavering composure despite the crashing waves.

That is precisely why Mekal was even more furious.

He immediately sheathed his weapon and snapped his fingers with his large, fan-like hand.

"Fight."

—Shh. Shh. Shh, shh, shh.

The moment Mekal finished speaking, such sounds rang out from all around.

Look in the direction from which the sound came from.

I don't know when, but a large swarm of locusts appeared on the stone ground at my feet.

A swarm of tiny pests. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, no, even more than that.

Countless locusts were stirring. Mekal was not only the god of harvest but also the ruler of waste, and the locusts were a manifestation of his majesty.

Makoto Haramura frowned.

It's not that locusts can cause him any harm.

To be frank, this thing is only good for clearing out weaklings; it's completely meaningless to truly powerful individuals.

However, this thing is something that cannot withstand the instinctive aversion of physiology.

He instinctively loathed locusts.

Well, to be precise, it's all the insects.

The locusts approached, hopping about. Some spread their wings and flew through the air.

Faced with such a scene, Makoto Haramura naturally couldn't allow such disgusting things to get on his body.

Crimson-gold flames surged from his body, instantly forming a fiery tornado around Makoto Haramura, creating a natural barrier.

Insects rarely possess intelligence; they can only act according to the commands of their rulers.

Therefore, the army of locusts not only failed to detect the danger, but also rushed towards Makoto Haramura's sun fire, and were eventually all reduced to ashes.

—Without exception.

"Is the sun's power a usurped authority, or is it inherently its own?"

With his large, bell-like eyes, Mekal stared intently at Haramura Makoto, analyzing his current power with a wisdom completely at odds with his appearance.

“Mekal, you’re very experienced at making me angry.”

Burn the last locust to ashes.

Seiya Haramura stood up from his seated position, his eyes half-closed, making no attempt to hide his anger.

It's actually quite normal for him to be angry.

Unlike those god-slayers who crave divine power and have a perverse pursuit of killing gods, he doesn't.

In addition, he possessed absolute power over these disobedient gods and god-slayers.

He had an absolutely condescending attitude.

He had already said his piece: he would wait for the winner of the two contestants, and then he would personally settle the matter.

However, Mekal's move was a test of his strength.

Undoubtedly, they were on guard against him, believing he would resort to such a despicable act as a sneak attack.

"Vereslana, your power is returned to you."

"If you can't resolve this within half an hour, I will go directly to the arena and take you both out."

Haramura Makoto snorted coldly, and what appeared in his palm was none other than one of Vereslana's ten incarnations, White Horse.

Having broken free from Makoto Haramura's restraints, the white horse immediately galloped off towards Vereslana without looking back.

"boom--!"

The overwhelming feeling of power and the fragrance of the battlefield caused Vereslana to involuntarily close his eyes.

“I’ve felt it.”

He did not refuse Makoto Haramura's offer to allow his power to return ahead of schedule.

He also didn't feel that what Haramura Makoto had said to him earlier was an order or an insult.

This was originally his power.

To use all one's strength to fight one's pre-ordained enemy, to determine who is superior and who lives, is such a romantic thing.

“I will surely face a fierce battle here, and it will also be the day I gain the highest glory—the dawn of victory.”

This is not an ordinary declaration of victory; it is the manifestation of Vereslana's power as the god of victory, and a blessing upon himself.

"Humph!"

Upon hearing Vereslana's arrogant words, the easily angered Mekal naturally couldn't sit still.

He didn't care whether Vereslana was using his powers or not; to him, Vereslana's words just now were already a sign of contempt.

"Arrogant little brat."

Chapter 306 Erica's Scheme

"None of them take me seriously."

Mekal opened his two large, fan-like hands, and simultaneously produced an ancient-looking staff in each hand.

—The repellers and the exiles.

That was a powerful weapon stained with the blood of "Dragon King" Yam, and it was also the fundamental symbol of Mekal as a hero god and dragon slayer.

"Your time to boast has come to an end."

"Since you are so eager to be defeated by this old man, then this old man will grant your wish, you arrogant brat."

"Hahaha, now is my strongest moment."

“I will be truly happy if you can really defeat me, Mekal.”

It is now the time of dawn, the moment of daybreak, and Veleslana, who has a deep connection with the God of Light, is at his strongest.

The sun rising in the east—this phenomenon brings boundless power to the "god of victory".

Makoto Haramura retreated a hundred meters, and a deep blue barrier rose up around him, protecting him.

In the center of this battlefield, a terrifying aura was brewing.

This place has become a forbidden zone where life can hardly set foot.

……

In the distance, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a fierce wind howled.

Sardinia's weather is like the mood of the heavens; just a moment ago the sky was clear and blue, but now dark clouds loom over the city.

"Due to the sudden storm, please seek refuge in the south of the island."

"Please everyone hurry..."

In Sardinian towns, from television sets, from loudspeakers, from radios, from mobile phones.

This news broadcast, urging everyone to evacuate, was repeated continuously.

The streets were packed with people, and cars were stuck in traffic.

Wearing a blue vest and with her hair tied in a silver ponytail, Lilia stood on the rooftop at the very edge of town.

"Lily."

Just then, a girl in a long red dress with delicate features leaped up from the ground and appeared directly behind Liliana, opening her arms to hug her.

“Please be mindful of your words, Erica Bruntry. We’re not at the point where we call each other by our nicknames.”

Having been bullied since childhood, Liliana immediately became alert, realizing that Erica was trying to trick her into giving her information again, and quickly warned her.

"Don't be so formal~ We've been childhood sweethearts for a while now."

Erica smiled brightly and happily.

Anyone who sees her smile would mistakenly assume that Erica and Liliana are very close.

That's exactly how it is. Because of Erica's tendency to tease acquaintances, Lilia, who is more innocent and simple-minded, is often the one who suffers the most from her teasing.

In response, Liliana turned around immediately, her face displaying a serious expression.

"Let's not. At best, we can only be considered competitors, not childhood sweethearts."

"This really makes me sad."

"I clearly consider Lily to be my best friend."

Erica pretended to reach out her hand and wiped her eyes a few times, even though she had no tears at all.

"Never mind, Lily, what's that divine power fluctuation over there?"

“You have overstepped your bounds, Erica Blantri.”

Liliana frowned, looking displeased.

She simply didn't believe that Erica had met her by chance here. Rather than trying to convince her of that, she preferred to believe that Erica had obtained some information from the Copper Black Cross.

"Don't be so stingy, Lily."

Erica's eyes narrowed to a slit.

"Those over there must be the rebellious gods. Is the new king fighting them now?"