On modern-day Devon Island, after blasting Roy away with the White Sword, the Last King Veeraj raised his divine blade, the Divine Sword of Salvation, for another strike. Lakshmana was being mercilessly crushed in his battle against Luo Hao, while Hanuman and Annie Charlton were also losing ground. Lancelot stood no chance against the goddess Athena. In short, all of Veeraj's subordinates were in peril.
Veeraj knew the only way to turn the tide was to swiftly defeat Roy and free himself to aid his allies. With the power of his Covenant and his nature as a Steel God, neither Luo Hao, Annie, nor Athena could withstand him for long. Thus, he had to eliminate Roy—fast.
Yet Veeraj also found it somewhat strange. Since Roy possessed the clairvoyant Eyes of the Past, he should have known that Veeraj not only wielded the Great Ritual of the Old Covenant but also possessed an immortal body granted by the gods. As the hero destined to annihilate demon kings, it was absolutely impossible for him to fall at the hands of one. So why had Roy chosen to fight in this manner?
Was this a desperate last stand, knowing death was certain? That was the only explanation Veeraj could surmise. Yet, deep down, something felt off. Even though he and Roy had never truly understood one another, instinct told him Roy was not the type to simply wait for death.
Suppressing his scattered thoughts, Veeraj focused all his energy and spirit on Roy. He had to admit that Roy was truly the strongest Campione in history. Even with the Great Ritual of the Old Covenant activated—a power that elevated Veeraj to his peak form in an era with five Campiones—he couldn't defeat Roy in a few strikes. Instead, they were locked in a fierce battle.
In ancient times, Veeraj had once fought a demon king with ten lives. They had traded victories and defeats, but in the end, Veeraj had outlasted his opponent through sheer immortality. Yet back then, the "Ten-Life Demon King" had been the last of his kind, and Veeraj no longer had the Great Ritual of the Old Covenant, forcing him into a prolonged struggle.
If the current Veeraj were to face the "Ten-Life Demon King" again, even a hundred lives wouldn't be enough to withstand his blade.
Roy's body, flung to the edge of Devon Island, came back into Veeraj's sight. The Last Hero raised his sword, gathering immense energy within it once more.
Suddenly, Veeraj's expression twisted. His body flickered unnaturally, as if distorted. This bizarre state forced him to halt mid-air, his voice a mix of shock and fury as he roared at Roy:
"...How dare you do this?! To defeat me, you would dare attempt to incinerate human history itself?!"
At that moment, Veeraj finally understood Roy's true method. The incineration of human history, originating from the past, had already begun affecting the present. If the Human Order Incineration Protocol were to complete, the present Veeraj would be erased from causality. Without human history, even myths would vanish—no god, no matter how powerful, could save him, the last hero.
For the first time, the Last Hero Veeraj panicked. It wasn't fear of his own death—he had long yearned for it. But Roy's move was beyond anything he had anticipated. A single misstep could trigger a chain reaction, leading to the world's destruction. He never imagined Roy would be so reckless.
"Even if you succeed, you will be cursed by the Human Order!"
Furious, Veeraj spat those words before abruptly abandoning the fight. Ignoring even his brother and subordinates, he hastily began chanting a secret incantation to escape to the Netherworld.
But before he could finish, the night sky over Devon Island—transformed by Athena—suddenly brightened. A sun rose from the east, and with the sound of galloping hooves, a white horse emerged, pulling the blazing orb behind it. With a piercing neigh, the sun descended upon Veeraj.
The sudden descent of the white steed and the burning sulfur and heavenly fire from the skies severed Veeraj's secret technique. In haste, he raised the Divine Sword of Salvation to shield himself, but it was ultimately a step too slow. With a piercing scream, his entire body was engulfed by the sun dragged forth by the white horse.
BOOOOOOM——————
As if millions of tons of explosives had detonated simultaneously, a fiery mushroom cloud surged into the sky, blasting a massive crater across Devon Island's fifty thousand square kilometers.
At the very center of the crater, Veeraj's clothing had nearly all been incinerated, and even his body showed signs of melting. As a Steel God, his greatest weakness was the stellar fire of the sun—a conceptual flame capable of liquefying any metal.
"Hahaha!! Veeraj, you wanted to go to Plutarch's Hall to seek Plutarch and have him send you back to undo the crisis of human order, didn't you?! How could I let you have your way?!"
Amidst the roaring laughter, Roy's body also plunged into the solar flames. These celestial fires were summoned by him and naturally would not harm him. The hundreds of meters high flames abruptly split down the middle, revealing a path leading straight to the Last King.
He could not allow Veeraj to return to the past. Although the Human Order Incineration Protocol was of an extremely high level of mystery, it was inherently fragile. If it were just an ordinary Heretic God, it might not matter, but if the Last King returned to the Maurya Empire of ancient India, the "Seventy-Two Demon Pillars of Solomon" would absolutely be unable to stop him. Once he slaughtered the Seventy-Two Demon Pillars, Goetia would never be born, and the Human Order Incineration would never occur. Thus, Roy would lose his greatest means of victory. Naturally, he would not let Veeraj have his way.
Roy pointed a single finger, gathering countless killing intent upon its tip—this was the Sons's Repose from the Hand of Jacob!
The icy killing intent sent a chill through Veeraj's heart, his body trembling slightly. But what horrified him even more was Roy's utterly ruthless heart—to achieve victory, he would willingly burn an entire civilization to ashes, incinerate the human order. Even the Führer, known as the incarnation of demons, paled in comparison to him.
This was no mere war disaster claiming tens of millions of lives—it was an act of apocalyptic destruction that could burn away human history and overturn the world at any moment!
Roy's tyranny and madness finally enraged the Last King. For the first time since the battle began, Veeraj felt the urge to kill.
"Divine Sword Mandala, heed my command!"
Veeraj raised the Divine Sword of Salvation, and a massive mandala-shaped magic circle formed upon it. Then, endless thunder roared forth.
Roy, who had been charging forward with the Son's Repose, was startled and swiftly withdrew his technique. His entire body transformed into Godspeed lightning as he shot into the sky. Immediately after, he saw countless bolts of thunder erupt from the Divine Sword of Salvation, lashing out wildly in all directions.
The lightning Roy had transformed into streaked across the heavens, pierced through the earth, and traversed the seas. Behind it, countless thunderbolts followed in close pursuit. Each bolt that struck the ground shattered the earth, and those that fell into the sea tore through the waters. When the thunder faded, revealing its true form, it became clear that these were endless divine weapons—swords, spears, halberds, and more—countless in number, densely embedded in the earth. This was the collective armament of the gods from myth!
The great battle resumed, but this time, the roles had reversed. Now, it was Veeraj who sought to leave, and Roy who sought to stop him!
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