Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Erica lifted the huge concrete slab next to her, and as a cloud of smoke rose, a woman dressed in a full-body women's business suit appeared, her hair disheveled, her features delicate but looking decadent and listless.

That's right, this person is none other than Saya Miyako.

She doesn't have Makoto Haramura's contact information; well, to put it simply, she's not worthy of having Makoto Haramura's contact information.

So once she had confirmed the situation at Mount Nishin, Saya Miyako immediately sought help from Erica.

Japan has no god-slayers of its own nation; only god-slayers can fight against disobedient gods.

This is already the law of this world.

At this point, the only person she could turn to for help was the Demon King, whom she could barely speak to in this country.

"What else can we do!"

Erica shrugged, her face full of helplessness.

"The appearance of the disobedient god was very sudden, without any prior planning, so what you should do now is spread fake news to evacuate people."

"What else can you do?"

"Do you think the aftermath of the battle will only spread this once?"

"Let me tell you from my experience, if you don't evacuate quickly, the number of casualties could double."

This highlights the difference in experience. Erica, who was born in Europe and frequently dealt with the sudden appearance of disobedient gods, was far more experienced.

If you look closely, you'll see that the Sword King Tony hunted five disobedient gods in Europe in just five years.

Tony did not perform any summoning rituals during this period.

Makoto Haramura is the same; he's only been here a few days, yet he's already encountered so much.

"I know, I'm going now."

Sayamiya Kaoru, belatedly realizing what she should be doing, hurriedly ran off to give orders to her subordinates.

It was at this time that Liliana's treatment ended.

She completely stabilized her injuries.

"Next, what should we do..."

Erica only said half of her sentence before stopping abruptly, then looked helplessly at the back of some ruins.

"It seems I can't go find Wang now; I need to deal with some minor issues first."

"Indeed, you can feel the killing intent just by looking at it."

Liliana's gaze sharpened as she softly chanted.

"My wings, steel that forms phantom blades—IL Maestro, grant me power!"

With a flash of silvery-white light, a long silver military knife appeared directly in Liliana's hand.

Erica is the same.

"Steel Lion and Lionheart, the ancestor of all, heed the oath of knight Erica Brantri: I am the heir of the Fierce Horn, a descendant of the Black Knight. My heart will not yield, and my sword will never break. Lionheart, the essence of struggle is now revealed in my hands. The time for the duel has come, Reinhardt!"

The knight's rapier, Reinhardt, was drawn with fierce force.

"It seems you're ready to face your destiny. That's good; it'll save Huina some trouble."

Emerging slowly from the shadows was a middle school girl with long, flowing, flowing hair, dressed in a red and white shrine maiden outfit. She was tall, slender, and beautiful, carrying a katana.

The girl drew her katana directly.

It was a katana that was entirely jet black, like obsidian.

"Even though your provocation is a crime deserving of death."

"However, since you are going to die anyway, at least I would still like to know your name."

"Please state your name."

Erica was getting a little angry as her magical power surged.

Don't be fooled by how obedient she seems in front of Makoto Haramura; remember, her name in Europe is Crimson Devil.

The fact that Erica could call someone by such a name speaks volumes about her temperament.

She only shows her gentle side to people she deems worthy, and only displays her grace when it is harmless.

Clearly, the guy opposite her, who was now brandishing a knife and openly displaying murderous intent, was not on her list.

"Clearly, you've come at the wrong time."

"It seems that the sword with divine power caused you to lose yourself."

Liliana's tone was equally unfriendly.

She is definitely better-tempered than Erica, but she is definitely not the kind of person who would hold back against someone who is about to kill her in battle.

"Oh!"

"It seems you do have some knowledge; at least the battle won't end in an instant, you Western witches."

"In that case, I'll tell you."

"My name is Kiyoshuuin Ena."

"I'm here today not for any other reason than to kill you all, so that Huina can become the king's first lover."

As she spoke, Ena Kiyoshuin stretched out her little hand and scratched her head.

She seemed genuinely distressed.

"Actually, Hye-na doesn't mind that the king has other women, but Hye-na wants to be the king's first lover."

"You are far ahead of Hye-na."

"So if we take advantage of this opportunity to get rid of you, Hye-na can become the king's number one lover without the king's knowledge."

"A golden opportunity."

As if she had touched on a sensitive spot, Ena Kiyoshuu's initially indifferent expression turned excited.

"Hehe, look what I just heard, Lily."

This smile was several times colder than before. Although you could clearly see Erica's mouth smiling, no one could detect even a trace of warmth on her face; all they could perceive was the chill of winter.

"Indeed, such a shameless woman is not qualified to meet the king."

Compared to Erica, Liliana's thoughts were much purer.

She wouldn't care how many women Haramura Makoto had; all she needed was for Liliana to always have a place by his side.

She genuinely believed that this Japanese woman was not qualified to be her king's woman.

To be honest, Sayamiya Kaoru and Mariya Yuri are much better than this woman.

"The tone of your voice is really annoying to Hye-na."

Kiyoshuin Ena gripped the divine sword with both hands, leaped into the air, and with a slash, a black blade of light shot out.

"It's clearly your tone of voice that's more annoying."

"Fly, Hermes' boots!"

Erica leaped lightly, and two pairs of wings immediately sprouted from her boots, like the magical artifacts of Hermes in mythology. She flipped in mid-air to dodge the blade strike unleashed by Kiyoshuin Ena.

"Wings of Artemis, traverse the dark night, grant me the privilege of flying in the heavenly path."

Liliana, no less skilled than Erica, softly chanted a flying spell and, with almost the same movements as Erica, dodged Kiyoshuin Ena's attack.

"It seems you underestimate us."

She held the sword upright in front of her chest, and her magical power began to surge.

The Demon Sword "Silver Master" is a piece of steel that can play beautiful melodies. It can play various demonic tunes as a secondary weapon, including those that disturb the listener's mind, those that weaken the power of spells, and those that steal physical strength.

Making this gesture means that Liliana is getting serious.

"O essence of fantasy, O steel that plays beautiful melodies! Grant me wings that cannot be seen."

Melodious classical music emanated from Liliana's sword; it was a hypnotic sound that drove people mad and made them forget their reason.

Erica raised her sword above her shoulder, and her magical power surged wildly as well.

"Cuore di Leone—Steel bearing the name of the Lion King! I command you to lay down the falsehood I have bestowed upon you and reveal your true self. Appear before me in the majestic form of a lion and fight alongside me!"

Chapter 330 Vajra Subdues Demons

Smoke, flames, and even the scalding air that you could feel burning in your lungs with every breath.

The entire Chiba Prefecture has been almost completely leveled by the aftershocks of the battle between Makoto Haramura and Son Goku.

Countless people have lost their lives there, and countless others are seriously injured and awaiting rescue.

Even though this island nation is prone to earthquakes, this disaster has plunged its people into despair.

An earthquake of a magnitude far exceeding what they could withstand, a volcano that should not have erupted.

The outbreak of this disaster felt like a divine retribution, a punishment imposed on the nation.

The entire nation was filled with despair.

In the sky, Haramura Makoto stared intently at the high, raised mound of black earth below, which was different from the rest of the place.

He was no longer as carefree and composed as he had been just moments before.

The clean shirt was inevitably stained with dust, and part of the trousers was missing.

There's not much that can be done, since Sun Wukong has also undergone power enhancement, and in terms of pure strength, he is now stronger than him.

Normally, his best fighting strategy would be to avoid such attacks.

However, he couldn't let Sun Wukong sink the entire continent of Japan, so he had to withstand this attack head-on.

In that case, some injury is unavoidable.

but.

Since Makoto Haramura already had some injuries, his opponent, Sun Wukong, was even less likely to fare well.

"Steel's mortal enemy is the sun. You do have the ability to move the sun, but in this world, in any place, the sun can never show hostility towards me, not even if you are the sun god."

"Your 'indestructible body' cannot withstand my sun wheel."

"Have you resigned yourself to your fate now, Great Sage Equal to Heaven?"

Whether it's steel or gold, it will eventually be melted by fire.

Even Sun Wukong, who once withstood the Samadhi True Fire, was no exception. The reason he could withstand the flames was simply because the temperature of the flames was not high enough; it was definitely not because he overcame this weakness.

At this moment, the monkey's mangled form also came into Haramura Makoto's view.

The three-headed, six-armed demon-slaying form was nowhere to be seen, and the once majestic golden armor he wore was now tattered and broken. Most of the monkey hair on his face had been burned off, leaving him looking utterly wretched.

It shook off the dust from its body, used its golden cudgel for support, and stood up.

"Hahaha...that's powerful, that's strong."

A wisp of sparks and a plume of smoke escaped from the monkey's mouth. Its strange, fiery eyes stared at Haramura Makoto, who was carrying the sun on his back in the sky. For a moment, even Sun Wukong found the sun's brilliance dazzling.

The monkeys and their offspring were directly eliminated, the Seventy-Two Transformations were directly destroyed by Shiva, the Dharmakaya with three heads and six arms was directly dissolved, and the Vajra body was directly pierced through.

His own magical power was almost depleted. Even though the 'steel's' properties could forcibly extract essence from the earth and convert it into magical power, how could he let her recover her strength like this?

Defeat!

For Sun Wukong, these were already two words that seemed very distant.

But the reality is that these two words are right in front of him now.

When was the last time he was defeated? Sun Wukong, who was already somewhat dazed, tried to recall carefully.

Forgotten memories, presented in fragments, resurface in his mind.

His battle with Buddha was his first defeat.

Yes, that was also the only time I lost.

This was the second time, and the result was still defeat to the sun.

"What a bad year! I, Old Sun, really do clash with the sun."