Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

The man before them possessed neither the aura of a disobedient god nor that of a god-slayer.

Yet this man possessed a terrifying power that even he dared not easily claim victory.

"I wouldn't have minded telling you anyway."

"But since he is already a dying man, there is no need for that."

"Returning to the realm of gods with questions in mind might not be such a bad thing."

An invisible pressure emanated from Makoto Haramura, and the terrifying magic was like magma pulsating in the earth's veins, ready to erupt—terrifying and horrifying.

"The outcome is still undecided; it's uncertain who will emerge victorious."

Vereslana raised his right hand high, and a brown wheel appeared behind him, its pointer pointing directly at an image of a galloping horse.

"—For victory, come before me! O immortal sun, grant me a shining steed. O spiritual steed with swift feet, bring me the halo symbolizing your Lord!"

The "white horse" is actually the power of Mithra, the Persian god of light and covenant.

In the evolution of the Avesta legend, Vereslana, the symbol of kingship and victory, ultimately inherited this power, which is why he submitted to Mithras and became a god—an irresistible force in the evolution of the myth.

Therefore, he also gained the ability to move the sun.

This is a magical phenomenon that completely defies common sense.

In the darkness where dark clouds had blocked out all light, the eastern sky began to burn.

Despite it being a cloudy day, the sun was rising, dispelling the clouds.

Amidst the raging storm, the eastern sky was tinged red by the dawn's light.

A golden, burning steed galloped through the sky, shrouded in lightning and storm. With a long neigh, the "white horse" transformed into an arrow of light, descending from the heavens like the spear of the sun god.

From the distant eastern sky, intensely hot flames hurtled straight toward Makoto Haramura.

"What, are you looking down on me?"

Makoto Haramura let out a cold laugh.

The suppressed magma inside his body erupted, and the terrifying burst of magic power directly dispelled the clouds in the sky.

Then, the truly strange sight appeared.

That wasn't the sight of the rising sun; it was a different kind of breathtaking scene.

A great sun appeared behind him.

The golden sun, radiating blazing white light, burned with golden flames, scorching the surrounding air and distorting the very space around it.

The white horse, which was galloping through the air, immediately stopped.

It was as if it had encountered its natural enemy; its pupils were filled with fear.

On its back and hooves, the flames that had been burning seemed to detach from the magnificent white horse like tadpoles finding their mother, flying towards the great sun behind Makoto Haramura.

"—Laaaaaaaa!"

The white horse raised its hooves and let out a mournful howl.

The mythical beast desperately wanted to escape, but it couldn't move its feet at all.

Vereslana, who was driving the white horse, remained motionless, seemingly unaffected by the horse's current miserable state.

"Is that all?"

Makoto Haramura slowly extended his large hand, his five fingers coming together.

"—laaaaaa!"

The white horse let out another mournful cry, but this time the cry sounded much more tragic.

If you look closely, you can see that there seem to be finger marks appearing on the white horse's perfect body.

"It's just a mere beast that carries things."

"How dare you provoke me and launch an attack."

Makoto Haramura's voice was like solid ice in the dead of winter, cold and ruthless.

He was like a high and mighty emperor, judging his subjects who had rebelled against him.

"Die."

As the words fell, his five fingers suddenly clenched together.

The white horse's body completely vanished.

Chapter 308 The Sword of Victory of Words

“My power is not yet complete, and I am well aware that there is a gap between my power and yours.”

"But this cannot be a condition for my failure on the road to victory."

Light gathered in the boy's hands, forging a blank golden sword.

"I will unleash my full power."

The god of victory raised the blank sword of words, and Lang Sheng recited the incantation.

"—With the power of my words, let justice be revealed in the world! Such incantations are powerful and eloquent. They are the sword of wisdom that beckons victory."

Light is refracted—

Light is sublimated—

The frozen soil of the glacier, the devastated land, the damaged trees, the shattered rocks... all of these vanished under the full force of Vereslana's Word of Power.

In just a moment, after the brilliance faded, all that remained in Makoto Haramura's eyes was gold.

The golden soil was covered with branch swords forged by the power of words, and so were the starry sky, with countless swords hanging upside down like stars.

In the center of the golden sword domain, Veleslana held the Sword of Words and looked at Haramura Makoto with a serious expression.

"This is my greatest power! Wisdom is power! Words are weapons! Those who overcome obstacles deserve my blessings and curses!"

This is Veleslana's ultimate technique, a golden sword that cleaves through divine power.

Normally, the Golden Sword is just a sharp longsword, but once the "Warrior's" incantation is invoked, the Golden Sword will unleash its true power.

When one has a detailed understanding of the knowledge of the gods as adversaries, the ability of warrior powers is activated. Not only will physical abilities be enhanced, but one will also gain the insight to see the essence of the gods, transforming it into a weapon to sever the divine personality of the gods.

Vereslana's invincibility stems from this very power.

"Domain skills!"

Makoto Haramura's lips curled upwards.

“Interesting, then I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

The crimson-gold sun continued to burn behind Makoto Haramura, but Makoto himself made no further movements.

This is Makoto Haramura's confidence.

This is the manifestation of absolute power.

"No matter how I think about it, I can't know for sure what your identity is, but under these circumstances, you can no longer draw power from the sun."

"Velleslana said confidently, pointing his Word of Power sword at Lope," he said.

"However, I also have my own somewhat impossible guesses."

The white horse just now was definitely not attacking without a target.

The reason for that attack was entirely due to Vereslana's considerations.

That attack was enough to prove what Vereslana was thinking.

Therefore, no matter how outrageous the answer, he had to give it a try now that he was in a desperate situation.

“Unknown powerhouse, you come from beyond this world.”

The sword of light trembled as it rose from the earth and converged behind Veleslana, like the "Gate of Babylon" of the King of Heroes, poised to strike.

"You were born in the universe, you are the embodiment of the laws, your existence brings light, warmth and heat to the planets and the world."

"You are the origin of all life."

"You are the embodiment of the sun, the son of the sun."

"This is your true identity."

Millions of swords poured forth. These were swords of divine power, meant solely to sever authority, each embodying a myth that sealed the sun.

Makoto Haramura's eyes were full of praise.

"very good."

"Although there are some differences, there is basically no difference."

"You're the first guy to figure out my identity on his own."

While clapping, Makoto Haramura seemed to have let down all his guard.

"Let me see if your golden sword can cleave my godhood."

Makoto Haramura's interest was also piqued.

Vereslana's golden sword actually materialized.

This truly surprised Makoto Haramura.

After all, in his initial expectations, this golden sword shouldn't even be able to condense.

However, now that it has been formed, he naturally wants to experience it.

"So composed indeed."

Vereslana was also somewhat angry, and his handsome face became distorted as a result.

The golden sword is his ultimate weapon.

Before it was fully formed, he might have been afraid.

However, since the golden sword has been successfully condensed...

Then he already has victory in his grasp.

"go."

Vereslana waved his hand forward slightly.

Countless swords of light rained down on Makoto Haramura like a torrential downpour.

The sword of light kept piercing through Makoto Haramura's body.

Each sword that passes through it damages the sun godhood within Makoto Haramura.

The more he was attacked, the stranger the expression on Makoto Haramura's face became.

(Alright, stop thinking about it.)

(If this thing is really that powerful, then there are Mitras in the miniature garden too, so his level wouldn't just be in the three digits.)

(If Vishnu were to fully descend, it might be possible to completely seal the divine nature of the celestial spirits.)

Just then, the White Yaksha, who hadn't made a sound for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"Ok."

"It seems I'm overthinking it."

Makoto Haramura blinked, letting the last golden sword pass through his body.

What to say.

Vereslana did indeed cause some damage to his divinity.

However, it is indeed a little hard to say about this injury.

It would be quite a blow to Vereslana to say this out loud.

Because this damage is 99.999999%...

Basically, no harm was caused.

"This is too pathetic; let's not continue."