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In the blink of an eye, the mist had reached Athena's side, and the spear quickly dispelled its misty state, slamming hard into Athena's scythe, sending her flying hundreds of meters away.

At the same time, the black snakes swarmed forward and immediately wrapped themselves around Lancelot.

Then came a flash of blue lightning, and all the black snakes were snapped in two.

In a short span of time, the scythe and the spear had clashed hundreds of times, and the distance between the two combatants was getting farther and farther. Every place they passed through was also affected by the battle between gods and turned into dust.

The battle between these two disobedient gods has begun.

However, Makoto Haramura and the Last King have not yet made a move; they are simply standing there.

"I must thank you, Demon King."

"I can't choose where the battle takes place, so every battle inevitably affects innocent civilians."

"There are almost no innocent civilians here, which is good."

The Last King drew his 100-centimeter-long, platinum-gold-glowing sword from his waist.

"The initial greetings of martial artists have been given. As for the rest of the exchange, just as you said, let's learn from each other in battle."

Rama's entire body emitted a golden glow, and at the same time, the magical power hidden within him began to manifest, increasing exponentially.

"To actually care about the people, that's really the kind of thing a hero would say."

"You're not quite the same as those Steel Heroes."

Makoto Haramura smiled slightly, and his magical power also erupted, with a light golden magical mist spreading outwards.

The immense magical power surged into the sky like erupting magma, scattering the clouds.

"As a reward for you, I will grant your wish and let you, the hero, rest in peace forever, so that you will never again commit the unintentional act of resurrection."

The Last King's pupils suddenly contracted, taken aback.

"It's amazing that it could discover my wish. Even Lancelot only realized this after a thousand years of companionship."

"It seems your intelligence gathering and analytical skills are quite remarkable."

The Last King's initially surging fighting spirit was suddenly replaced by a sense of melancholy by Makoto Haramura's words.

What truly moved him was that his deepest thoughts had been seen through by his nemesis.

"If we weren't in different positions, perhaps we could have become best friends who could talk about anything."

"Actually, it's not entirely impossible."

The white-haired hero remained silent, and similarly, he did not use any powers or abilities.

Holding a knife in his right hand, he kicked off the ground with both feet, creating a series of loud bangs, and charged towards Haramura Makoto in a straight line.

This is a movement speed far exceeding that of gods.

Despite not using any powers, his speed far surpassed that of the Black Prince, who used the Lightning Bolt power.

This is Rama, the terrifying power that the Last King can unleash simply by unleashing his physical body.

The speed is indeed very fast, but such an attack speed cannot escape Haramura Makoto's nerve reflexes and dynamic vision-catching ability.

The trajectory of the sword swing is from the upper left to the lower left.

Haramura Makoto took a half step back, swung his right arm, and instantly completed an absolute acceleration from 0 to 100, unleashing a blade of light.

"Qiang——!"

"But only after your defeat."

Chapter 340 The Divine Blade of Salvation

"Qiang——!"

The air vibrated violently, and ripple-like air vibrations spread out from the point where the two men's weapons clashed.

This has nothing to do with power.

It was simply a clash of physical strength and skill between the two.

But even this simple clash has far exceeded the scope of the powers that usually disobey gods and god-killers use.

No, it's far from over.

The platinum-colored divine sword touched him and then retreated. He rotated his waist and used his strength to deliver a powerful sweeping blow directly towards Haramura Makoto's abdomen.

The Last King was even faster; this unknown, sharp sword technique was at least five times faster than the sword he had just swung.

That's not all; the platinum divine blade is also coated with a layer of blue lightning, further enhancing its destructive power and penetrating ability.

"Simple tactics, but effective in the vast majority of situations."

Haramura Makoto's gaze sharpened, and the blood-red demonic blade that was originally held horizontally in front of his chest drew a beautiful crescent-shaped trajectory in mid-air. The speed of this strike seemed to transcend the limitations of time and space in that instant, appearing directly in front of the platinum divine blade at an impossible angle and speed.

"Qiang——!"

Another extremely crisp sound of swords clashing rang out.

"It's a martial arts technique that matches my skill level; it's very interesting."

The two divine swords clashed fiercely, and both men switched from wielding the swords with one hand to wielding them with both hands.

The muscles in their arms bulged, a pure clash of strength, and the two were locked in a struggle.

It was precisely because of this that Rama had the time, the mood, and the leisure to utter this praise to Haramura Makoto.

However, this statement is indeed a compliment.

You should know that this Rama is the true Steel Hero God, the strongest Steel Hero God. In legends, he is a martial god skilled in martial arts, and every martial art he possesses is at the level of a god.

Not to mention that after accepting this mission, he has been fighting against all kinds of god-slayers for many years, and his martial arts skills have been constantly improving.

As a result, right now, in terms of swordsmanship alone, this man is actually on the same level as him.

This was the first time he had encountered this in all these years.

Humans possess such formidable martial arts skills.

"Perhaps. In terms of martial arts skills, I'm about at this level."

A faint smile appeared on Makoto Haramura's lips.

That's it. To be honest, the reason his martial arts skills have reached this level is purely because of his innate intelligence.

He had only been learning swordsmanship for a short year, yet he had already reached a level comparable to the world's strongest swordsmen.

Having only witnessed the swordsmanship of the world's strongest swordsman a few times, one can learn it and apply it with ease.

If he had focused on swordsmanship for the past four or five years, his swordsmanship would now be absolutely superior to that of Rama in front of him.

But he was only inconsistent in his efforts.

It's already quite impressive that he can maintain this level, considering that martial arts aren't his forte.

His greatest skill is...

"In terms of strength, if I wanted to, it would be difficult for you to stand shoulder to shoulder with me."

"Is your power comparable to half the mass of a star?"

"boom!"

The muscles in his arms exploded to their maximum strength, and the power that erupted from the blade instantly sent the unsuspecting Last King flying.

Rama, who was knocked away, made a series of loud explosions in the air before crashing into the ground, creating a bottomless crater along with the soil.

The smoke billowed up, making it look as if a missile had directly pierced through the ground.

"Cough cough cough."

Along with the explosion came the sound of Rama coughing.

He flew out of the bottomless pit, dispersing the dust and smoke in the area, and was still unharmed.

This attack, powerful enough to smash any human into a pulp, was nothing more than that to Rama; it wasn't enough to injure his body, which was enhanced by cursed power.

Of course, this is partly because Makoto Haramura's physique has not yet fully awakened.

"Now I'm starting to understand what you mean."

"This is definitely not a level of power that a god-slayer could achieve."

He remained suspended in the sky, feeling the power level within his body continuously increasing.

Even for Rama, this was the first time in so many years that he had raised his power to this level.

Rama sighed softly, his face full of sorrow.

"It seems we have no choice but to use the Covenant Law. I wonder how many lives will be lost this time."

Although it was only a few simple exchanges, Rama had already determined the level of the man before him.

This is definitely not an enemy that I can deal with without using my trump cards.

But at this level, if I were to use my trump card, the Earth might face a temporary extinction of species.

There's no other way; the use of the Covenant Law is essentially about extracting the essence of the earth to forcibly enhance one's own power.

The more power one gains, the more vital energy one needs to draw upon.

The essence of the earth is the origin of all things.

For example, if the earth loses its essence, the underground water veins will stop flowing. Without groundwater, plants will stop growing. Without plants, herbivores will starve to death, and the starvation of herbivores will lead to the starvation of carnivores.

The loss of the earth's essence will trigger a series of chain reactions.

To restore it, we can only wait for the earth's vital energy to recover and for the ecological balance to slowly be restored.

Rama's previous extractions were always limited, and the extent of extraction was just enough to cause damage to the earth, but the degree of damage was not excessive.

However, this guy is not an enemy that can be dealt with without the Covenant Law, and if it is not used, the damage to the planet would be greater if his extended time in the mortal realm were to occur.

"Gods and spirits, follow the ancient covenant and bestow your power upon me!"

Accompanying the power of words is an unimaginable surge of divine power.

Along with this divine power came Rama's face, which was slightly flushed, as if he had just experienced the afterglow of a superb performance.

Behind him, a gigantic figure woven from golden magical threads floated behind Rama, slowly enveloping him.

"The growth of this force?"

Even with Rama's vast knowledge and experience, he couldn't help but be moved by the increase in power within his body.

He even had the illusion that his body was about to burst.

"I see, now I understand. No wonder I receive so much feedback from the world."

"They are visitors from beyond the world. Their noble nature—fiery, burning, noble, and radiant—doesn't quite match your current behavior."

"However, if that's the case, it's normal for my body to receive so much feedback from the world."

What to say.

Rama is somewhat like the immune system in the human body. When germs appear to a certain extent, he will appear and kill them one by one to ensure the body's health.

The Demon King was like a germ to the world and to Rama.

Makoto Haramura's existence is even worse; to the world, he is like a virus that has invaded from the outside.

Who told him that in his spare time, he had already begun a massacre of the gods who sat enthroned in the divine realm, following the coordinates he had found.

In this world, gods are the embodiment of rules, and the gods themselves die in large numbers.

The world naturally regards him as its number one enemy.

However, this way of thinking is not wrong, since he originally came for this world, and his original purpose was to have the central hub of the miniature garden devour this world.

The world will naturally do everything in its power to enhance Rama's strength, so that Rama can kill him, or at the very least, expel him.

"Could we change the battlefield? If this force continues to fight here, it will have incalculable consequences."

Rama repeated the action of clenching and releasing his fist, seemingly not overly shocked by Haramura Makoto's identity.

Unlike Sun Wukong, they did not feel excited about their future as the Steel Hero God, and their ability to accomplish the great task of defeating the extraterrestrial demons.

All he had was a deep sorrow for the tragic fate of the people of this world.

"sure?"