Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

The bulging muscles were overwhelming just to look at.

His physique was so magnificent, so divine.

Despite wearing very rough clothing—dirty rags and leather covering his chest, and a tattered cloak draped over his shoulders—he exuded authority.

The supreme ruler, the master of many gods.

—'Dragon Slayer' God King, Mekal!

"I thought I was continuing the fight with that shape-shifting brat, but now there's an unexpected guest."

A hearty, generous, and humorous voice. But if his mood were spoiled, he would likely erupt into a violent rage—a voice like the calm before a storm.

"I have no intention of interfering in your battle, Mekal."

"What you want to do is your business."

Facing Mekal's questioning, Souma nonchalantly sat on a large rock, watching Mekal and Veleslana before him.

He really didn't seem to be planning anything.

"Yes, Mekal."

"This is our battle, this nemesis is my opponent after I defeat you."

Veleslana stood in the sky, parallel to Mekal's massive head, and spoke loudly.

"Hahahahaha."

An exaggerated laugh momentarily drowned out the thunder in the sky, and anyone could tell it wasn't joy, but laughter born of extreme anger.

After laughing, an indigo storm began to quietly rise behind Mekal.

"Children of fools, and that arrogant brat, do you all take me, Mekal, for granted!?"

He waved his right hand, gripping a crooked, lightning-like wooden staff, and slammed it hard onto the ground in front of Luo Pei.

—As the prototype of 'Hercules,' he possesses unparalleled, earth-shattering power.

Rumble! On the altar, the land of Sardinia trembled and cracked under this immense power, the ground rising upwards.

"To think you would inevitably defeat me, and that arrogant attitude of looking down on me."

"Come then."

"What if it's two against one? I will show you what a true God King is."

Before Mekal's almost earth-shattering power, Souma and Veleslana stood like reefs in the ocean, seemingly unmoved by the crashing waves.

And it was precisely because of this that Mekal was even more enraged.

He directly retrieved his weapon and snapped his large, fan-like hand.

"Fight."

—Sha. Shasha. Sha, sha, sha.

The moment Mekal's voice fell, such sounds rang out around them.

Looking towards the direction of the sound.

Countless locusts appeared on the ground near their feet, at some unknown time.

A swarm of tiny pests. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, no, even more than that.

Countless locusts were stirring. Mekal was not only a god of harvest but also the ruler of desolation, and locusts were the manifestation of his authority.

Souma frowned.

It wasn't that locusts could cause him any harm.

To put it bluntly, this thing could only clear out mobs at best, and was meaningless to true powerhouses.

However, what he couldn't stand was the instinctive, biological revulsion.

He instinctively loathed locusts.

Well, to be precise, all insects.

The locusts were approaching, jumping everywhere. Some spread their wings and flew in the air.

Facing such a scene, Souma naturally couldn't allow such disgusting things to touch his body.

Crimson-gold flames surged up from his body, instantly forming a tornado of fire around Souma, creating a natural barrier.

Insects rarely have intelligence; they can only act according to the orders of their master.

Therefore, the locust army not only failed to sense the danger but instead rushed towards Souma's solar fire, ultimately turning into ashes.

—Without exception.

"The power of the sun, is it a usurped authority, or has it always been so?"

Mekal stared intently at Souma with his bell-like eyes, analyzing Souma's current power with a wisdom that completely belied his appearance.

"Mekal, you are very experienced in making me angry."

Burning the last locust to ashes.

Souma also stood up from his seated position, his eyes half-closed, not concealing the anger in his heart.

It was normal for him to be angry.

He wasn't like those Godslayers who desired the authority of gods, with a perverted sense of pursuit in killing gods.

In addition, he had absolute power suppression over these rebellious gods and Godslayers.

He was absolutely high and mighty.

He had already said that he would wait for the victor of the two, and then personally eliminate them.

But Mekal's move to test his power.

Without a doubt, it was to guard against him, thinking that he would make such a despicable move as a sneak attack.

"Veleslana, return your power to you."

"If you can't solve it within half an hour, I will directly go down and kill you two."

Souma snorted coldly, and what appeared in his palm was one of Veleslana's ten incarnations, the White Horse.

Breaking free from Souma's restraint, the White Horse immediately ran towards Veleslana without looking back.

"Bang—!"

The feeling of power and the fragrance of the battlefield made Veleslana involuntarily close his eyes.

"I have already felt it."

He did not refuse Souma's move to return his power in advance.

He also didn't feel that Souma's words were an order or an insult.

This was originally his power.

To use all his power to compete with his destined enemy, to determine victory and defeat, life and death, what a romantic thing this was.

"I will surely have a fierce battle here, and it will surely be the dawn of victory for me to obtain supreme glory."

This was not an ordinary declaration of victory, but a manifestation of Veleslana's authority as the god of victory, a blessing to himself.

"Humph!"

Hearing Veleslana's rant, the hot-tempered Mekal naturally couldn't sit still.

He didn't care whether Veleslana was using his authority or not; in his eyes, Veleslana's words were already contempt.

"Arrogant brat."

Chapter 306 Erica's Calculation

"One by one, you all don't take me seriously."

Mekal directly opened his two fan-like hands, and an ancient staff appeared in each hand at the same time.

—The Repeller and the Banisher.

Those were powerful armaments stained with the blood of the 'Dragon King' Yam, and the fundamental symbol of Mekal as a hero god and dragon slayer.

"Your time to talk big ends here."

"Since you are so eager to be defeated by me first, then I will satisfy you, arrogant brat."

"Hahaha, now is my strongest time."

"If you can really defeat me, I will be truly happy, Mekal."

Now was the time of dawn, the moment of dawn, and Veleslana, who had a deep connection with the god of light, was at his strongest.

The sun rose from the east—this phenomenon would bring infinite power to the 'God of Victory'.

Souma directly retreated a hundred meters, and a blue barrier rose around him, protecting him.

In the center of this battlefield, a terrifying aura was brewing.

This place had already become a forbidden zone that was difficult for life to set foot in.

…

In the distance, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and a gale howled.

The weather on Sardinia was like the mood of the heavens. It was clear and cloudless just now, but now it had become a dark cloud pressing down on the city.

"Due to the sudden storm, please evacuate to the south of the island."

"Please quickly…"

In the towns of Sardinia, from the TV, from the loudspeaker, from the radio, from the mobile phone.

The news report of such an evacuation was constantly circulating.

The streets were full of people, and the cars were already stuck on the road.

Wearing a blue cardigan and tying a silver ponytail, Liliana stood on the eaves of the town's edge.

"Lily."

At this moment, a delicate-looking girl in a red dress leaped up from the ground and came directly behind Liliana, opening her arms and about to hug Liliana.

"Please be mindful of your boundaries, Erica Brandelli. We haven't reached the point of calling each other by our first names yet."

Liliana, who had been bullied a lot since childhood, was instantly alert, knowing that Erica was going to trick her out of information again, so she quickly warned her.

"Don't be so distant~ We are childhood friends after all."

Erica showed a pleasant and bright smile.

Normal people would mistakenly believe that Erica and Liliana had a very good relationship when they saw her smile.

In fact, because Erica liked to tease acquaintances, Liliana, who was relatively simple-minded, was often miserably teased.

In response, Liliana directly turned around, with a serious expression on her face.

"Forget it, we can only be considered rivals at best, not childhood friends."

"That really makes me sad."

"I clearly regard Lily as my best friend."

Erica pretended to stretch out her hand and wiped a few times at the corners of her eyes, where there were no tears at all.

"Forget it, Lily, what is that divine power fluctuation over there?"

"You're overstepping, Erica Brandelli."

Liliana frowned, looking unhappy.

She didn't believe that Erica was running into her here by chance. Rather than believing this, she would rather believe that Erica had obtained some information from the Copper Black Cross.

"Don't be so stingy, Lily."

Erica's eyes narrowed into a slit.

"That should be a rebellious god over there, is the new king fighting the rebellious god now?"