Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

The curse will not end until he completes his mission and eliminates all the god-killers, allowing him to remain in slumber until the start of the next cycle.

With a soft sigh, Rama turned to look at Lancelot.

"Since you admire that Demon King so much, let's go and see him first."

"But you haven't fully recovered yet."

Lancelot frowned and tried to dissuade him.

She didn't want Rama to become despondent, but at the same time, she didn't want to see Rama unprepared and suffer the same defeat as before.

That would be a severe torment for both the planet and Rama himself.

"It doesn't matter."

"If he is really as strong as you say, the Covenant Law will help me correct it."

I won't make the same mistake twice.

"I will resolve everything as soon as possible."

"Okay, King."

A beautiful smile bloomed on Lancelot's face.

This was the expression she most wanted to see—that of a king, full of vigor and looking down on everything.

This is the expression a Steel Hero God should have, this is the aura a Steel Hero God should possess.

Even the blood in her body seemed to boil.

This is precisely steel's thirst for battle.

"—To all those who float throughout the heavens and earth, please lend me your power."

He chanted incantations, praying for the protection of the spirits. At the same time, he used his right index and middle fingers to draw a sacred seal in the air.

As a result, all the plant spirits in Tokyo donated their energy, and the energy from further afield, even from the entire continent, converged.

Lancelot also transformed into a mist constantly flashing with lightning, following her comrades and king to fulfill the first responsibility after the Last King's descent.

Chapter 339 The Beginning of the Final Battle

Neon lights, Saitama Prefecture.

This is an inland prefecture in the central part of the Kanto region of Japan, and an important part of the Tokyo metropolitan area, one of the three major metropolitan areas in Japan.

With a permanent population of approximately eight million, Saitama is home to many office workers who cannot afford to buy a house in Tokyo, a city where land is extremely expensive.

The land area here is not large, but the permanent population has indeed reached its peak.

However, compared to Tokyo, the population density here is negligible.

However, Saitama Prefecture's population is indeed quite small today.

It was Monday, but there weren't many pedestrians on the street.

Actually, the word "desolate" is more appropriate to describe the current scene. It feels as if people have all moved away from the city, and the bustling city has become unusually quiet.

This was not for any other reason than that Saya-miya Kaoru used the power of the cabinet to issue a disaster evacuation warning in Saitama Prefecture, and the city's residents immediately fled the city overnight.

Apart from a group of people who refused to believe in the superstition and others who stayed for other special reasons, most of the city's population had already evacuated.

Of course, the reason why Kaoru Saya did this was because this place is the closest to Tokyo.

Compared to Tokyo, a metropolis that is difficult to evacuate completely, evacuating Saitama Prefecture would be easier.

Therefore, with Haramura Makoto's consent, Sayamiya Kaoru chose this location as the battlefield.

Then, Tokyo will be protected in an orderly manner in order to minimize the damage.

Aren't you leaving?

Makoto Haramura stood casually on a hilltop, dressed in simple casual clothes, and smiled at Athena, who was wearing a white Greek dress.

The goddess didn't appreciate it. Instead, she cautiously looked around and gave a cold laugh.

"You seem quite relaxed, so careless. That man might already be approaching here, or even already here."

"Be careful not to capsize in a ditch."

"Do you even need to tell me? Just look around and it'll be clear."

Makoto Haramura sighed, looking at the large trees and flowers beside him, their withered yellow color having robbed them of their original green vitality.

"There's absolutely no need to worry. Despite my appearance, I'm never arrogant enough to underestimate any opponent."

"Any enemy standing in front of me, I will use all my strength to completely defeat them."

As they were talking, a blood-red longsword appeared in Haramura Makoto's hand.

His gaze also locked onto the black dot in the sky.

That was the true form of the two auras that were constantly approaching this place, as observed by his demonic eye.

A white-haired nobleman and a beautiful female knight.

Without a doubt, these are Lancelot and Rama, who are on their way here.

"That's why I'm staying here."

"Even if you're very strong, you wouldn't want to be bothered by bugs during a battle, right? I'll take care of this Gun Knight."

Athena's eyes narrowed slightly as her gaze locked onto the beautiful female knight in the sky.

"I originally thought I was just here to make up the numbers, but I didn't expect to have such worthy opponents."

Lancelot landed on the ground, his gaze immediately locking onto Athena.

As a steel hero god who has answered the summons in his complete form, Lancelot's reaction upon first seeing his nemesis, the Earth Mother, is in line with her usual behavior.

"Ridiculous, merely a deity elevated from a modern legend."

"How dare you arrogantly claim to be on par with me! Today, it is my duty to reduce you to a mythical figure and turn you into an ugly man."

Athena's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

As the oldest earth goddess, she naturally hates the strongest steel.

However, she knew very well that even if she had regained all her divine power and returned to the Trinity state, she would never be a match for the final king.

It's pathetic, and it's shameful to admit.

The only place she could vent her anger was in front of this follower of the Last King.

Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake!

Just as Lancelot and Athena were exchanging murderous intent, Makoto Haramura also turned his attention to his opponent for the day.

The white-haired hero turned around and looked at the brown-haired boy who was sitting on the ground, tilting his head and looking him over, and gave him a gentle smile.

"It's our first meeting, you must be the strongest demon king in this world."

"That question is a bit redundant. Since you've already come here, it means you've already locked onto the magic emanating from me and confirmed my identity, right?"

"Since you already have the answer in your heart, why bother saying so many pointless things here?"

Makoto Haramura's hands hung naturally at his sides, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him.

Very strong.

This man is very strong, indeed very strong. Although neither of them made a move, he could sense a faint threat emanating from him.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

To be precise, he has almost never felt this way since he awakened his true nature under the White Yaksha.

Of course, this threat was only so-so; as a half-star spirit, he wouldn't die.

However, it was a very wise choice for him not to bring Liliana, Erica, and Edelweiss over.

When Liliana and Erica unleash their true power, they can damage the Disobedient God.

Edelweiss, needless to say, even defeated Hades and truly killed a disobedient god in a real fight.

Their combat strength is definitely not weak, and they are perfect candidates to provide assistance.

But in any case, under the current circumstances, even they couldn't intervene. In order to avoid being affected by the aftermath of his battle, he ordered them to go elsewhere.

Athena's arrival was simply because he didn't care about her that much.

Even if she were to be killed, it wouldn't affect him much. Moreover, a disobedient goddess of the Earth Mother type is very difficult to kill as long as one doesn't linger too long in battle, let alone an old fox like Athena.

Generally speaking, the Earth Mother Goddess has difficulty disengaging from battle. The most important reason for this is her hatred for the Steel Hero God, as well as her own physical condition and her destiny battle with the Godslayer.

"Oh, the reason I asked such a silly question is because I'm really curious about you."

“You god-slayer, I’ve heard from a friend that my descent was orchestrated by you. I’m curious, can I find the answer here?”

The white-haired hero looked at Makoto Haramura with a puzzled expression.

"I am your nemesis. Now that you know where I rest, wouldn't it be better to let me sleep forever?"

"It's more meaningful to avoid this pointless deadly battle."

"Is that strange? The meaning of Godslayers' existence is to fight, right? No matter how strong you are, those Godslayers will not hesitate to attack you."

"That's true."

Rama nodded.

"Those kings are indeed all different; some are cunning, some are heroic, and some are brutal. They are all worthy opponents."

"Some of them, even when I was conquering them, it took me a lot of effort."

"But none of them were forced to fight. They all only had the idea of ​​attacking me after I appeared in the world. Not one of them summoned me on their own initiative."

Rama's eyes were full of thirst for knowledge, or rather, curiosity.

For someone who is constantly fighting, such a thing would indeed pique his curiosity.

"Ugh."

Makoto Haramura sighed softly.

"It's probably because you haven't activated the so-called Covenant Law on my behalf yet. Once you do, you'll naturally understand why I took the initiative to release your seal."

"Oh?"

Rama showed a surprised expression.

"I'm really curious about this. I haven't felt any desire for battle in a long time."

He was not a war-loving fanatic. In the endless battles of the past thousand years, he had long been weary of fighting. In each battle, he was simply dragging his tired body and mind to complete his work.

However, this man had actually piqued his interest.

"It seems my lord is ready."

The silvery-white mist transformed into a spear in the female knight's hand, with faint arcs of electricity flashing at its silver tip.

Lancelot, unable to contain his fighting spirit, spoke first to Athena.

"Ah."

Athena snorted coldly, her eyes turning into serpentine pupils, black energy swirling around her, gathering in the goddess's hand, and solidifying into the scythe of death that would take lives.

As the hurricane swept by, the surrounding gravel and soil solidified under the influence of Athena's divine power, transforming into jet-black venomous snakes, their tongues flicking as they menacingly stared at Lancelot.

"Hahaha, it is my honor to fight the Queen of the Mediterranean. I will fight you with the utmost respect until the battle comes to a life-or-death struggle."

Above the dark clouds, a bolt of lightning struck the female knight directly.

After a burst of intense light, Lancelot returned to her full-body armor, and a pure white steed suddenly appeared beneath her.

"Blow, misty wind."

Lancelot did not stop and continued chanting.

Then, silver mist continued to emerge around him, and the knight and the divine horse's bodies suddenly disappeared, losing their original color and form.

Silver Mist is a creation of Lancelot, derived from the legend of her Knight of the Lake, as a manifestation of her immortality.

He immediately used his strongest power, which was Lancelot's way of showing respect to Athena.

The formless mist was extremely swift.