Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Because this fragment of the divine sword is enough to prove everything, even more so than Haramura Makoto appearing here unharmed.

Compared to others, she understands her own king better.

The Ancient Covenant Technique only enhances his spell power; the true power that makes his king invincible lies in the world-saving divine blade in his hand.

The power of a god-slayer is hard to compare with the blade of a savior god.

This is a fundamental difference in the hierarchy of authority.

Forging this world-saving divine sword was extremely difficult, and it is almost impossible to replicate it under the same conditions.

Without the savior's sword, even she couldn't guarantee that the king she followed would continue to be victorious.

"and many more."

Athena's expression changed several times when she saw what Haramura Makoto was holding.

From shock to disbelief, from disbelief to surprise, from surprise to indescribable joy.

"You mean Rama was completely destroyed?"

She had done some research on The Last King, and in fact, it should be said that the basis for Rama's resurrection might be the God of Salvation's sword. This theory was actually provided to Makoto Haramura by her.

This means his sentence has changed from a fixed term to life imprisonment.

Chapter 344 Prerequisites

It's a case of a fixed term turning into an indefinite term, no doubt about it.

The agreement between Athena and Makoto Haramura was that Athena would be at Makoto Haramura's beck and call until the next resurrection of Rama.

This has a time limit.

However, Athena will never see Rama's resurrection, which means that Athena will have to work under Makoto Haramura forever.

"Keep your promise, Goddess of Wisdom."

Makoto Haramura narrowed his eyes, revealing a cunning smile like a fox that had succeeded in its scheme.

"It seems you had this planned all along."

Athena raised her clear eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if to express the peace in her heart at that moment.

She was neither angry nor annoyed.

He seemed to accept the fact that he had been outmaneuvered quite calmly, and nodded slightly.

"rest assured."

The Queen of the Mediterranean has her own pride. Perhaps at times she will set aside her dignity and break her vows, but she is a goddess of wisdom, not a fool who acts impulsively in a moment of passion. She knows very well which vows she can break and which she cannot.

but.

Athena shifted her gaze from Makoto Haramura and turned it back to Lancelot.

"Your battle is over, but my battle is not."

"What do you want to do?"

Her voice was clear and melodious, like jade beads falling onto a plate.

The two short sentences were very well-organized, expressing both the speaker's attitude and a clear understanding of their own position, emphasizing the importance of their current superior's words.

Her huge scythe hung down to the left of her body.

This is her ready stance, allowing her to launch a swift attack while simultaneously disarming herself.

Yes, Makoto Haramura really likes people like that.

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that Athena wants to continue this battle and then kill Lancelot here.

However, she restrained herself, which was very admirable in Makoto Haramura's eyes.

He then shifted his gaze to the female knight, whose entire body was covered in armor, which was torn in many places, and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Knight Lancelot, your lord has already died a glorious defeat in battle, and you have lost the meaning of fighting in the first place."

"How about choosing to give up like this? If you're not willing, you can continue the unfinished battle with Athena. But right now, I can't guarantee that I won't interfere halfway through."

Lancelot paused for a moment.

She wasn't stupid; naturally, she could understand what the man in front of her meant.

The man in front of her had made it very clear that the battle between her and Athena could continue, and if Athena won, she would return to mythology, and there would be no changes in between.

But if she gains the upper hand, then this man will definitely intervene; he will not stand idly by and watch his subordinate die before his eyes.

The two scenarios might start differently, but the only thing they have in common is that once the battle begins, she will be the only one to perish.

"Are you sure he's dead?"

Lancelot asked in a deep voice.

"if not?"

Makoto Haramura did not give a direct answer, but instead asked a question that was neither too serious nor too insincere.

"That's it..."

The female knight let out a long sigh, and the tip of her spear lowered in sync with her tone.

"This is indeed a very good ending for him. Tired of the monotonous journey, dying on the battlefield is the most suitable ending for us."

Her words did not mean she wanted to continue fighting.

The spear in her hand turned into demonic particles and dissipated, and a white steed slowly walked towards her.

“I am the Shadowverse of my beloved daughter Guinevere. Even in my non-follower form, I have never forgotten the promise I made as a knight. She is different from me; she is a completely new Faithful King. She must be very sad right now.”

"Although my passion has not died out and my spear tip is still sharp, I cannot let my beloved daughter continue like this. I hope to have the opportunity to learn from her superior skills in the future."

The sound faded into the distance, and at the edge of Makoto Haramura's sight, Lancelot rode his white horse and vanished into the mist, leaving the city. She was probably going to find her daughter.

"We still have to clean up the mess."

With a soft sigh, Makoto Haramura looked around.

These demons are indeed not very powerful, but for most magicians, the few demons that reach the level of divine beasts are still difficult to deal with.

Not to mention the sheer number of them here; even with Lady Aisha and Luo Hao, the two god-slayers, it wouldn't be possible to clear them out in a short time.

"It's quite a coincidence that I can test the power I just used."

Suddenly, a playful thought arose in Makoto Haramura's heart. The divine sword that had been hovering in his palm began to coalesce under the urging of his magic.

"Let me think, it is..."

Closing his eyes, Makoto Haramura began to recall Rama's actions.

"The divine blade that saves the world, now reveals its true form to the world."

As the incantation was uttered, a blazing white light burst forth, its dazzling brilliance like daylight piercing through the darkness, and surging magical power spread outwards.

The next second.

The divine sword, which had been broken, miraculously reassembled itself in that instant.

The platinum blade gleamed with folds, radiating an even stronger divine aura than before.

"Sure enough."

A faint smile appeared on Makoto Haramura's lips.

Reforging this divine artifact composed of such powers? In fact, Makoto Haramura does not have this ability.

The reason he was able to repair Rama's divine artifacts was that he borrowed the power of the central hub of the Little Garden.

The miniature garden encompasses everything, and the birth of the savior's sword was inherently within the many possibilities of the miniature garden.

He was merely responsible for triggering the possibility of the divine blade being born.

This is why the divine sword, after its revival, possesses a stronger divine aura than when Rama wielded it; these are fundamentally incomparable ends.

Normally, the fully revived divine sword with divine essence should be in the hundreds.

However, after all, Makoto Haramura was not his true master.

The Hindu gods and Rama were not actually born in the miniature garden; it was merely a flawed product that was born prematurely.

However, this didn't matter to Makoto Haramura.

He never coveted this divine weapon.

The divine sword that had been in his hand suddenly vanished, soaring into the sky and unfurling a magical array like Rama, before a golden spear fell to the ground.

"—Gangnir?"

Athena exclaimed in surprise and called out the name of the artifact.

Makoto Haramura simply raised Gungnir high in his hand, assuming a one-handed throwing stance.

That's the gun that was aimed at Makoto Haramura's heart just now.

Now, Makoto Haramura is holding this gun, aiming it at everyone present.

It was a strange feeling. The spearhead was clearly not pointed at anyone, but all the demons and monsters present felt the sharpness of it and the fear of their lives being locked in.

Then, an invisible domain opened up, and the spear in Haramura Makoto's hand instantly transformed into hundreds of rays of light, each ray resembling a shooting star, as if the divine spear had split apart.

Well, in gaming terms, this would be called a full-map saturation attack.

"Whoosh!"

The air was filled with the sounds of something cutting through it, streaks of light flashing by, and craters and mists appearing after explosions.

Each loud bang represents the loss of a demon's life.

Luo Hao and Lady Aisha both stopped what they were doing.

They converged towards Makoto Haramura.

They knew very well that this trouble was no longer their concern, and there was no room for them to get involved.

Or rather, they had no room to maneuver at all, so why should they interfere?

No living being could escape such a nuclear attack.

The only difference is that the damage to the city is further amplified.

"What should we do next?"

Luo Hao approached Haramura Makoto and asked softly.

"That's all. Just letting you know so you can get ready. There are some things I can tell you."

……

This is probably a common practice.

Although it has only happened twice before, it will probably become a regular occurrence in the future.

The Last King has been completely defeated. The only creature on this planet who could fight him has been eliminated, and the celestial gods who were an eyesore have been almost completely wiped out by him.

Apart from a few disobedient gods who had long since hidden themselves in the underworld or the mortal world, all the others were sent into reincarnation by Makoto Haramura.

The world had lost the ability to resist him, and the central hub of the miniature garden began to devour the world.

So, just like the previous two times, Makoto Haramura returned to the villa and summoned those he believed could know the truth.

Liliana, Erica, Athena, Luo Hao, Tony, Marquis Voban, Lady Elsa, Alice.

They were sitting on the sofa. Well, actually, that's not quite accurate. To be precise, they were sitting on the sofa, and they were standing.

Edelweiss took over the maid's duties for the day, preparing tea and snacks.

Don't think that Edelweiss isn't good at this. In fact, besides swordsmanship, Edelweiss's greatest talent is making desserts.

You should know that this woman's original intention in learning swordsmanship was so that she could eat sweets without restraint and still maintain her figure.

Picking up the freshly brewed black tea, Makoto Haramura brought it to his lips and took a small sip.

"I've called you all here today because there's something I need to clarify with you."

"Some people know about this, and some people don't."

“Originally, there were other people who could have participated, but they gave up on their own, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”