Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Seeing the god of victory transform into a storm, Mekal laughed as if he had finally gotten his revenge.

But the Eastern God of War stopped fleeing, carrying the wheel of his incarnation, radiating light like a small sun.

"Language is light. The power of words is light. Therefore, light and the power of words, become my sword and my blade!"

Chapter 307 The Child of Destiny

"Language is light. The power of words is light. Therefore, light and the power of words, become my sword and my blade!"

The Eastern God of War chanted loudly, and countless particles of light gathered in his hands, coalescing into the shape of a sword.

The curved blade, with Persian sacred script engraved on its back, represents Vereslana's most powerful weapon as the god of victory.

The sword of the god of slaughter!

"The Chaser Yagrushaymur! It is a weapon given to you by the god of craftsmen, Kushal Hasis! As Baal, you used them to lure the dragon king Yam away from his throne and kill him! It was through this victory that you ascended to the throne of the god-king!"

Chop, stab, cut, slice, smear, pick, twist, sweep —

The war god from the East demonstrated all the essence of swordsmanship, a "divine skill" that is absolutely superior to that of humans!

Gradually, during the exchange, Mekal's staff slowed down at a visible speed, as the power of the Word of Torture, which tore apart divine essence, began to take effect.

"The sword of wisdom remains as detestable as ever."

Mekal's brow furrowed deeply.

He had already fought against this unpredictable soldier, and had witnessed the power of words and wisdom once before.

He held two wooden sticks in his hands, facing Vereslana who was wielding the speed of a phoenix.

"This skill is practically a bug."

Sitting atop the boulder, Makoto Haramura wasn't merely watching the spectacle; he was also using his magic to control the range of the attack's fluctuations.

Otherwise, if the two disobedient gods were to fight with all their might, the island might really sink.

Of course, watching the battle was also of utmost importance to him.

why?

It's because of what happened on Sardinia; everything was full of too many coincidences.

Yes, it's Kusanagi Godo.

According to his analysis, the white horse that Kusanagi Godou obtained by drawing from Prometheus's stone tablet will become an important medium for his god-slaying attack as a human.

Therefore, it seems that the god destined to be killed by Kusanagi Godou is probably Vereslana.

"So, it seems that Kusanagi Godou is the chosen one of this world?"

For an ordinary human to become a god-slayer is a manifestation of his personal good fortune; he must be favored by fate.

If Kusanagi Godou was arranged to kill King Mekal, then he was ultimately just an ordinary god-slayer.

However, if Kusanagi Godou was arranged to kill this war god and inherit his sword of wisdom, then the meaning would be completely different.

In this world, whether they are god-slayers or disobedient gods, they all derive their power from authority.

Unfortunately, this sword of wisdom and power is specifically designed to seal away authority.

Whether they are god-slayers or disobedient gods, as long as they are in charge of the war and their most suitable powers are sealed, they are already at a great disadvantage from the outset.

In other words, if Kusanagi Godou were to acquire this power.

Even though he is just a newly born god-slayer with a limited number of powers, he can still defeat those veteran god-slayers and disobedient gods.

If that's not the chosen one, then what is?

Just like observing the world from 001, in his view, the original chosen one of that world was probably Ikki.

They look so alike, don't they?

"If this is the work of the world's will, then that's going to be interesting."

Makoto Haramura's statement was definitely not unfounded.

Generally speaking, in this situation, it is quite likely that the will of the world is at play.

However, we'll see if that's actually the case from what happens next.

He was the one who caused the trouble.

Having done such a thing, the world's will will surely retaliate against him.

However, there are other possibilities as well.

That is, there is a mysterious and powerful force interfering with the workings of this world.

However, he believes that such a possibility is almost nonexistent.

It wasn't for any other reason than that he didn't believe that with his current power, he could remain completely unaware if someone interfered with his destiny.

"However, we still cannot let this possibility go."

"I didn't take it seriously at first, but it seems that we need to keep a close eye on this Kusanagi Godou."

It's not out of fear, nor is it that excessive precautions are necessary.

This approach is simply more cost-effective.

Just as Makoto Haramura was sitting to the side pondering, the battle between Vereslana and Mekal had completely entered a white-hot stage.

The second sword of wisdom and power has been condensed.

The golden curved blade was held in Vereslana's hand.

"I will not lose."

The knockback flew backwards through the air, returning to Mekal's hand. Without hesitation, Mekal slammed it down in front of him.

After so much time, he had almost figured out the combat methods of this Eastern military genius.

You should know that he was also a god whose martial arts skills were divine.

Adapting to and understanding the opponent in battle is what he excels at.

At this moment, in the form of a phoenix, he pushed his speed to the limit, suddenly approached, and cleaved his divine essence.

However, last time I was defeated because of such a trick.

This time, the same thing won't happen again.

"The result is the same."

"The Dragon Slayer".

The boy's clear voice rang out behind Mekal, accompanied by the sound of flesh being torn apart as if it were silk, and the golden sword tip emerged from his gray-black chest.

Mekal's pupils widened instantly, becoming as large as copper bells.

"Your...speed?"

Blood gushed out like a fountain, flowing from the corner of Mekal's mouth and splashing onto the ground, blooming into flamboyant blood flowers.

"puff--!"

"Don't misunderstand, Dragon Slayer."

"I gave it my all before."

Vereslana also spat out a mouthful of blood, and the golden sword he held in his hand transformed back into the most ordinary light particles in the world and dispersed.

At the same time, the phoenix pattern on the ancient wheel with ten designs engraved inside his body also went out completely.

This is not a normal extinguishing, because compared to other patterns that are also extinguished, this one is more like a deathly silence.

"This is what you can understand as a state of desperate effort."

"Once used, not only will the power backfire on me, but I will also be trapped in a state of being unable to use it for a long time."

"Therefore, you can be proud, you dragon-slaying god-king."

Black cracks began to appear on Mekal's body, and they quickly spread all over his body like moss that kept growing and could not be eradicated.

However, Mekal showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, what an arrogant brat! You actually make this old man proud."

"I was merely one move behind in the game."

Are you not convinced?

Last time it was a close contest, but this time it was a defeat.

It wasn't that Mekal was unwilling to admit defeat; in reality, it was due to his lack of foresight that he made a fatal mistake, not because he had an insurmountable gap in skill.

"That's true."

Vereslana did not refute this.

Because that's true, Mekal is definitely no weaker than him, but he has won now.

Whatever the method, as long as he wins, he is the victor, and that is enough.

"That's really annoying attitude of hers."

"But I believe you'll be here with me soon."

On Mekar's body, skin and flesh, along with blood and flesh, peeled off piece by piece from the cracks and disappeared into the air. At this moment, he glanced at Haramura Makoto, who was sitting on the boulder, silent, but whose pupils had already opened.

"Haha."

"I admit, that opponent was very strong."

Vereslana reached out and wiped away the bloodstains that were still on the corner of his mouth.

But the smile that lit up his face was one of absolute confidence.

"I won't lose."

"I am the invincible god of war."

Mekal's death did not last long, only about ten seconds, before his body completely disintegrated.

Vereslana did nothing else.

Instead, they simply sat down directly in the sky and began to adjust their physical condition.

What he just said to Mekal was definitely not just empty boasting.

The exploitative use of the phoenix's power primarily caused severe damage to his internal organs.

The battle with Mekal also consumed a great deal of divine power.

The most important one is the other.

It can be said to be his trump card, the Sword of Words, and he can only condense two more today.

I don’t know if it’s enough.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"My nemesis."

High in the sky, Vereslana's originally pale face now seemed to have regained some color.

"My nemesis, stop trying to glorify yourself."

"Is the recovery time enough? If not, waiting a little longer won't bother me."

Makoto Haramura also floated into the air, letting out a disdainful sneer.

He was waiting for Vereslana here, not to experience the thrill of battle.

Vereslana simply couldn't give him that thing.

The reason for this is simply the composure of the strong.

"What an arrogant guy, even more so than me."

"The problem is, without calling you a nemesis, I have no idea where you come from."

Yes, I just don't know.

There's no reason why Vereslana, the god of war, couldn't see what Athena could see back then.