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Because there were almost no active volcanoes within China's territory-and the few that existed were located in remote, sparsely populated regions like the northeast and northwest-Hiro failed to notice the geological abnormalities spreading across the country and the world.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Volcanoes around the globe erupted in succession, releasing thunderous roars.
Towering plumes of smoke and ash surged skyward, shrouding areas spanning tens of kilometers around each volcano.
Fortunately, this was only a standard volcanic eruption, not a violent release of the planet's accumulated internal energy.
Otherwise, a single eruption would have been enough to wipe out more than ninety percent of all life on Earth.
If ash clouds blocked the sky for decades, ninety-nine percent of living beings would eventually perish.
As the Final Steel forged from the planet's fire, so long as Rama-whose name could not be written incorrectly-remained consciously active, He, as a Heretic God, would inevitably bring about such a world-ending catastrophe.
But at this moment, the source of the disaster was not Rama, the protagonist of the Ramayana.
It was another Heretic God.
The one known as the "Last King."
Mithra.
Human technology had already advanced far.
If this had happened several centuries ago, this single global volcanic eruption would have resulted in catastrophic casualties.
Today, although no nation had predicted the worldwide eruptions in advance, and losses were still unavoidable, modern transportation and disaster response ensured that tragedies like Pompeii would not repeat.
Even so, the near-simultaneous volcanic eruptions across the globe-reports flooding browsers and news outlets minute by minute, second by second-were enough to make world leaders turn pale.
Humanity's current technological level was still incapable of confronting disasters of this scale.
This eruption also reignited support for the "Gaia Hypothesis."
The hypothesis claimed that the planet itself possessed consciousness.
Previously, it remained speculation, lacking proof.
But now, the global, synchronized volcanic activity defied conventional explanation and could only be attributed to the occult.
In northern China, Luo Hao shifted her gaze from the imposing male figure in the distance to the black-haired boy beside her.
A trace of surprise-and admiration-flickered in her eyes.
Mastering an ordinary technique was one thing.
But he had perfectly copied her Divine Speed Technique after seeing it once, even reaching her level.
Was it Hiro's innate talent?
Or the effect of those eyes?
Staring at the strange pupils-blue and purple intertwined with black rings-Luo Hao pondered silently.
"Why are there so many here?"
Before she could voice the question, the Heretic God hundreds of meters away noticed the trio and transmitted his voice directly to their ears.
A sharp-featured face framed by stubble.
A powerful physique.
A floor-length red robe.
A radiant crown.
In his left hand, a golden scepter symbolizing kingship.
In his right, a thick white-gold blade, shaped like a machete and as tall as a seven-year-old child.
He was an imposing middle-aged man, his hair thick yet streaked with gray, deep dark circles beneath his eyes.
To Hiro, Grayfia, and Luo Hao, he felt like a setting sun.
An old man at the edge of twilight.
"Mithra" was the divine name of the great sun god in mythology.
Yet now, his presence resembled the final glow before dusk.
This wasn't simply a matter of waning lifespan.
Through the perception of the [God's Eye], Hiro saw the truth of the "burning ashes."
Mithra was undead.
A being who should have perished long ago, sustained by external forces-a conscious remnant still capable of movement.
"Although I do not know what power dragged me out of the [Infinite Time Temple], what I must do remains unchanged."
The scepter in his left hand vanished.
The towering "remnant" clenched the white-gold divine blade in his right.
His divine eyes flashed like lightning.
He stepped forward.
Invisible pressure spread silently outward.
What he must do.
Eliminate the Campiones.
Hiro glanced briefly at the Campione Divine Blade in Mithra's hand, ignoring the oppressive force entirely.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
A sense of gravity settled in his heart.
Above Mithra's head, an "8" spun slowly, radiating seven-colored light.
This was the first time since obtaining the System that Hiro had encountered seven-colored destiny.
An eighth-tier reward.
A character absent from the original story, appearing only in the sequel after its conclusion.
Yet possessing Eighth-Tier Luck-something even Kusanagi Godou never had.
Was this due to his identity as the Last King?
Or because he had slaughtered countless gods and suppressed an entire parallel world for over four hundred years?
Judging by his current "remnant" state, this should have been before he crossed worlds and summoned Verethragna.
No.
The plot had already been distorted beyond recognition.
The Campione internal conflict and the Marquess Voban incident should no longer exist.
"Hiro, would you let me handle this Heretic God?"
Luo Hao smiled sweetly at his side and asked softly.
Even if Mithra was close to death, she was not his match.
Hiro didn't say it aloud.
He simply met her smile and nodded.
"Hiro, and your maid, please wait a moment. Cui Lian will return shortly."
As Luo Hao and Hiro spoke, Mithra's voice echoed again from afar.
"World count detected: seven. The covenant to annihilate the Campiones is approved."
"The Great Covenant Law-activate!"
In the next instant, the already overwhelming curse power surged dozens-no, hundreds-of times within seconds.
Boom!
The violent rise in power generated a raging gale, shaking the ground beneath their feet.
The divine power granted to Mithra by the Great Covenant Law did not appear from nothing.
He was absorbing the essence of the earth itself.
Drawing upon the planet beneath him.
Igniting stellar fire.
Forging the ultimate "steel."
Boundless curse power erupted from Mithra.
A crushing torrent of divine might, surpassing Campiones by dozens, even hundreds of times.
Seven Campiones now existed in the world.
And the presence of those seven caused Mithra's strength to multiply explosively.
As if he had activated a planetary-scale Kaio-ken.
"This is-!"
Luo Hao's beautiful eyes widened.
She hadn't even moved yet.
Simply standing there, gazing at the distant Heretic God, caused her body to tremble.
Her limbs stiffened.
Her thoughts slowed.
The pressure alone was enough to crush her.
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