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"However, if the Silver Mist of the Shell were merely capable of misting, there would be no need for it to condense into this entire suit of armor, do you understand?"

Haramura Makoto's cold laugh rang out, and along with that laugh, a simple, unadorned thrust appeared.

The angle was ordinary, the technique was ordinary, it was just a simple use of arm strength to straighten the sword in his hand.

However, this sword was aimed directly at Rama's heart. If it struck him, Rama would suffer the same fate as Vishnu.

Rama may be powerful, but he still does not possess the authority to be resurrected.

A single blow piercing the heart is enough to achieve the objective.

"so close."

Within this space, Rama's lingering fear echoed.

The Steel Hero God's exquisite martial arts, his almost sixth sense-like precognition, and his quick sidestep and backbend allowed him to dodge Haramura Makoto's sweeping attack. It was truly just a matter of millimeters; otherwise, Rama's head would have been severed by Haramura Makoto.

The next second, the divine sword located in the very center of the magic array belatedly realized that its master was in danger. Filled with rage, it unleashed a golden spear that came crashing down.

"He's utterly omnipresent, you demon king."

Rama sighed softly, then gripped the spear in front of him with his other hand and raised it high above his head.

For him, the most annoying opponent is an omnipresent adversary like Makoto Haramura.

So now, what he has in his hands is this gun.

"As a star beast of the crab, its strongest parts are its arms and its shell, right?"

"So when I put on this armor, the strength of my arms and my own defense will be unleashed as the mist solidifies."

"Really."

Yellow pupils burned like will-o'-the-wisps in Rama's eyes.

Rama raised his mythical spear high, the tip aimed at Makoto Haramura. His strong and powerful body was like a taut bow.

It's a strange feeling, like when a javelin is thrown like that, it should be easy to dodge.

But Makoto Haramura seemed to be able to feel that dangerous edge constantly piercing his heart.

Cyan-purple lightning coiled around his armor, electric snakes dancing wildly and releasing dazzling light, leaping about like a thunder god descending.

"Gungnir."

Makoto Haramura's expression darkened.

Now he could confirm what kind of weapon Rama was wielding.

This is Gungnir, the divine artifact used by Odin, the chief god of the mythology behind it.

The spearhead is engraved with runes, and the shaft is made of branches from the World Tree.

The gun's special ability is quite simple: once thrown, it will always hit its target, ignoring defenses and penetrating anything it locks onto.

This is a divine spear that uses the power of fate and cause and effect.

Despite its simplicity, it is powerful. Against Makoto Haramura, who is currently in a misty state, it is undoubtedly the most suitable divine tool to pose a threat to him.

After all, neither the inability to hit in the mist state nor the enhanced defense in the solidified state is effective against the ability to hit by fate.

Rama continuously poured magic into Gungnir, and it was clear to everyone that he was about to launch an unprecedented attack, unleashing his full power.

The so-called decisive stance, the so-called do-or-die strike, nothing surpasses this bowl.

Amidst the swirling storm and lightning, Rama roared with thunderous fury.

"Try this blow."

Crimson threads were wrapped around the tip of Gungnir's spear, and a blood-red gaze was connected to Gungnir on one end, but disappeared into the air on the other.

Makoto Haramura immediately determined the nature of the thread.

This is the thread of destiny!

This is the manifestation of destiny!

"boom!"

Like a missile being launched, an explosive sound filled the air as Makoto Haramura unleashed Gungnir with all his might.

Makoto Haramura did not dodge.

Because the threads of fate had already been tied to his heart, at this moment, any means of evasion or defense were meaningless.

The gun will surely hit his body.

So, Makoto Haramura took a step forward.

It wasn't particularly tall, but it exuded an unimaginable aura.

Then, he slowly reached out.

Gungnir's spear tip was thus grasped in Haramura Makoto's hand.

Bright red blood slid from his palm, and Makoto Haramura's arm trembled as if he were trying to hold a living dragon.

My hands and elbows were trembling slightly.

The golden pupils in his eyes also shone with a blood-red radiance.

Gungnir's blade slowly cut into his palm, piercing his skin, severing his muscles, and after being stained with blood, it approached his bone inch by inch.

The pain in your fingers, so intense it's like being in your heart, can drive anyone mad.

Makoto Haramura was also going berserk, but he was laughing hysterically.

Despite the excruciating pain in his palm, he did not flinch; instead, he struck forward with even greater force.

The cocoon of fate coils around it; with each inch it advances, death draws ever closer.

Wise people know to stay away from death; only fools choose to live towards death.

Makoto Haramura took another step forward.

"laugh--!"

Gungnir's spear tip pierced straight through his palm, the blood-stained blade protruding from behind his hand.

"Using half of the divine power has indeed been effective."

Rama asked another question and thrust his spear forward.

The blade of the gun slowly emerged from the gash in Haramura Makoto's palm, piercing towards his heart.

The spear tip slowly approached, eventually reaching his heart, tearing his clothes and revealing specks of blood.

If this continues, the tip of the gun will pierce through Makoto Haramura's heart in just a few seconds.

Rama will also complete the great task of slaying the demons from beyond the realm.

But how could that be the case? Haramura Makoto stared directly at Rama, his golden pupils burning as brightly as the sun.

His hands suddenly exerted force, and Gungnir made a 'crunching' sound.

Haramura took another step forward, his heart pressed completely against the tip of Gungnir's spear.

According to normal theory, Gungnir should have pierced through Haramura Makoto's heart.

But now, Gungnir is letting out a mournful cry.

Heart and spear tip locked in combat, yet it was the spear that retreated!

Haramura Makoto approached step by step, and Gungnir let out mournful cries.

Three steps later, he was gripped by the gun handle by the pierced palm and took a deep breath.

"boom!"

Chapter 342 The Last King's Fall

"boom!"

With a thunderous roar, the bowstring snapped, and Gungnir let out a tremendous wail before shattering under Makoto Haramura's power.

"Crack!"

The gun broke like that.

This spear, which was invincible in mythology, was thus cut in half and fell into the deep and boundless universe.

Even returning to the original magic array is impossible.

Makoto Haramura's left arm hung limply, as if it were powerless to lift.

Blood dripped from his arm into his fingertips and then fell naturally.

The sharpshooter, however, vanished from the world like a fleeting meteor.

While inflicting such injuries on Makoto Haramura, Gungnir, the most powerful artifact of Odin, the legendary king of Norse mythology, was also completely destroyed.

A healing glow shone on Makoto Haramura's left arm.

However, unlike in the past, the healing speed, which was once considered incredibly fast, seemed to be healing much more slowly this time.

Not only has the wound healed, but the bleeding has also only decreased slightly.

In other words, we can now prove something in reverse.

Gungnir did not deliver a fatal blow to Makoto Haramura as depicted in the myth.

However, it also did indeed cripple Makoto Haramura's left arm, and this lasted for at least twenty minutes.

“He actually blocked it.”

"Theoretically, this shot could have penetrated the Earth's core and destroyed it. I never expected it would only be this powerful."

"I thought I'd at least cripple one of your arms."

Rama stared intently at Haramura Makoto, his mouth full of praise.

He already said that he poured almost half of his current curse power into this shot.

It should be noted that the divine power within Rama's body is far beyond what a mere disobedient god or god-slayer could compare to.

His current curse power, well, to put it simply, is planetary-level curse power.

With the power of a curse on a scale of half a planet, Gungnir could definitely pierce the Earth's core and shatter the planet, just as Rama said.

This is a genuine, devastating blow.

If Makoto Haramura weren't in his current Celestial Spirit form, he absolutely wouldn't have been able to withstand this attack.

Even so, the effort he expended to block that attack was considerable.

"Indeed, just as you thought, I'm currently expending a lot of energy."

Makoto Haramura lowered his eyes. To be honest, even he hadn't expected the consequences of that attack.

He had almost forgotten how long it had been since he had suffered such an injury.

No, actually, it never has.

Even when he was a child and still trying to survive in Academy City, the most serious injuries he suffered were just a few bullet holes or a few broken ribs.

"So, in return for you, I will use a move I have never used before."

"I sincerely hope that you can block it like I did."

Makoto Haramura's gaze darkened, his hands tucked into his pockets, his golden pupils blazing like intense flames.

A terrifying magical power erupted instantly, its dense energy enveloping the space like omnipresent air.

At that moment, Makoto Haramura pulled his right hand out of his pocket, and a sky-blue flame burned in his palm.

Generally speaking, the color of a flame is determined by its temperature.

Dark red: around 600 degrees Celsius.

Dark red: around 700 degrees Celsius.

Orange-red: around 1000 degrees Celsius.

Pure orange: around 1100 degrees Celsius.

Golden orange: around 1200 degrees Celsius.