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Almost in the blink of an eye, the mist had already reached Athena's side, and the spear quickly materialized from its mist-like state, slamming heavily and directly onto Athena's scythe, knocking her back hundreds of meters.

At the same time, the black snakes swarmed forward, directly entangling Lancelot.

Immediately following was the flashing of blue electric light, and the black snakes were all snapped apart.

In a short instant, the scythe and spear had exchanged blows over hundreds of times, and the distance between the two combatants grew ever farther. Every place they passed was affected by the battle between gods, turning into rubble.

The battle between these two Heretic Gods had begun.

However, Haramura Makoto and the Last King remained motionless, simply standing in place.

"I must thank you, Demon King."

"I cannot choose the location of each battle, so inevitably innocent civilians are caught in the crossfire during each fight."

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

The Last King drew his hundred-centimeter-long sword from his waist, radiating a white-gold light.

"The warrior's initial greeting has been exchanged. For the remaining communication, as you said, let us understand each other through battle."

Rama's entire body released a golden light. At the same time, the curse power hidden within him began to manifest and grew exponentially.

"To actually care about the common people, truly a statement befitting a hero."

"You are different from those steel hero gods."

Haramura Makoto smiled slightly, and his own magic power erupted in kind. A faint golden mist of magic power spread out, expanding in all directions.

The towering, powerful magic power, like erupting magma, shot into the sky, scattering the clouds.

"As a reward to you, I will fulfill the wish in your heart, allowing you, brave hero, to rest in eternal slumber, no longer repeating meaningless resurrections."

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

"To actually discern my wish, even Lancelot only realized this after a thousand years of companionship."

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

The Last King's surging fighting spirit was surprisingly replaced by sentimentality due to Haramura Makoto's words.

What he truly felt was that his innermost thoughts had been seen through by his nemesis.

"If we weren't on opposing sides, perhaps we could have become close friends who could talk about anything."

"It's not entirely impossible."

The gray-haired hero said nothing more, nor did he use any authorities or powers.

He simply held his sword in his right hand, his feet stomping in the air with a series of explosive sounds, charging towards Haramura Makoto in a straight line.

This was a speed far exceeding that of gods.

Despite not using any authority, his speed far surpassed that of the Black Prince using the Lightning Flash authority.

This was Rama, this was the terrifying power that the Last King could unleash simply by exploding his physical abilities.

The speed was indeed fast, but such an attack speed could not escape Haramura Makoto's neural reflexes and dynamic visual acuity.

The trajectory of the sword cut from the upper left to the lower right.

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

"Clang—!"

"Only after your defeat."

Chapter 340: Savior God Sword

"Clang—!"

The air vibrated violently, and ripple-like air vibration waves spread out from the point where the two weapons met.

This had nothing to do with authorities.

It was simply the purest clash of the two's physical strength and skill.

But even such a simple exchange had far surpassed the scope of ordinary Heretic Gods and Godslayers using their authorities.

No, it was far from over.

The platinum-colored divine sword retreated upon contact, and with a twist of his waist, a powerful horizontal sweep struck towards Haramura Makoto's abdomen.

The Last King's speed was even faster, at least this unknown and fierce sword technique was about five times faster than the sword he had just swung.

Not only that, but the platinum-colored divine sword was also coated with a layer of blue lightning, further enhancing its destructive power and penetrating ability.

"A simple tactic, but it is useful in most situations."

Haramura Makoto's eyes sharpened. The blood-red demonic blade, which 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 directly transcend the limitations of time and space at this instant, appearing directly in front of the platinum-colored divine sword at an impossible angle and impossible speed.

"Clang—!"

Another extremely crisp chime of swords colliding.

"To be evenly matched with me in terms of martial arts, a very interesting martial skill."

The two divine swords collided fiercely, and both of them switched from holding the sword with one hand to holding it with both hands.

The muscles on their arms bulged, a pure clash of strength. The two of them fell into a mode of grappling.

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

However, this sentence was indeed a compliment.

It should be known that this Rama was a true steel hero god, the strongest steel hero god. In legends, he was a martial god skilled in martial arts, and each of his martial skills was a martial skill that had reached the level of divinity.

Not to mention that after accepting this mission, he had been continuously fighting various Godslayers for so many years, and his own martial arts had been constantly improving.

As a result, it was now, in terms of swordsmanship alone, that this man was able to stand on the same level as him.

This was the first time he had encountered this in so many years.

A human with such powerful martial arts.

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

The corners of Haramura Makoto's mouth curled into a faint smile.

That's right, to be honest, the reason why his martial arts could reach this level was purely because he was naturally intelligent.

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

He had only seen the world's strongest swordsman's swordsmanship a few times, and he was able to learn it and apply it freely.

If he had spent these four or five years diligently on swordsmanship, his current swordsmanship would definitely be able to crush Rama in front of him.

But he was just fishing for three days and drying the net for two days.

It was already very good to be able to maintain this level now, after all, what he was best at was not martial arts.

What he was best at was…

"In terms of power, as long as I want to, it's difficult for you to stand shoulder to shoulder with me."

"Can your power reach the equivalent of half a star's mass?"

"Bang!"

The muscles in his arms directly exploded to their strongest, and the power that burst out from the blade instantly sent the Last King, who was caught off guard, flying away.

The Rama who was sent flying broke through a series of explosions in the air, and then directly slammed into the earth, creating a bottomless pit along with the soil.

Smoke filled the air, as if a missile had directly pierced through the ground.

"Cough cough cough."

The sound that rang out with the explosion was Rama's coughing.

He flew out of the bottomless pit, dispelling the smoke and dust in this space, and still had no injuries on his body.

This kind of attack, which was enough to smash any human into meat paste, was only that for Rama, and it was not enough to cause damage to his body strengthened by curse power.

Of course, this was also due to the fact that Haramura Makoto's physique had not fully awakened.

"Now I understand a little bit of what you mean."

"This is definitely not a level of power that a Godslayer can reach."

Staying in the sky, feeling the level of power that was still constantly increasing inside his body.

Even Rama, with his vast and knowledgeable experience, couldn't help but be moved by the increase in power inside his body.

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

"I see, I understand now, no wonder I would get so much feedback from the world."

"To actually be a visitor from outside the world, the noble essence of heat, burning, nobility, and light, doesn't really match your current performance."

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

How should I put it?

He, Rama, was a bit like the immune system in the human body. When pathogens appeared to a certain extent, he would appear to kill the pathogens one by one to ensure the health of the body.

The Demon King was similar to the existence of pathogens for the world and for Rama.

And Haramura Makoto's existence was even worse, he was like a virus invading from the outside world for the world.

Who told him that he had taken advantage of his leisure time to launch a massacre against those gods sitting in the divine realm, following the coordinates he had searched for.

In this world, gods were the embodiment of rules, and the mass death of the god's body.

Of course, the world regarded him as the number one enemy.

But thinking about it this way, it wasn't wrong, after all, he was originally coming for this world, and his original purpose was to have the Box Garden Central swallow this world.

The world would naturally get as close as possible to increase Rama's power, let Rama kill him, or at least drive him out.

"Can we change the battlefield? Such power, continuing to fight here, will cause immeasurable consequences."

Repeating the action of clenching and releasing his fist, Rama didn't seem to be too shocked by Haramura Makoto's identity.

Nor was he as excited as Sun Wukong, feeling excited that he, as a steel hero god, could complete the great task of conquering extraterritorial demons.

All he had was the melancholy for the tragic fate of the people of this world.

"Are you sure?"