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Grayfia was on the left.
Luo Hao was on the right.
Mithra, who had just sent both of them flying, took a step forward, intending to pursue Grayfia.
However, his foot had only just lifted and had yet to move.
A human figure suddenly and conspicuously appeared directly in front of him, standing between him and the silver-haired maid.
Mithra was naturally aware of Hiro.
This strange human who had been observing the battlefield from the sidelines, carrying an extremely mixed aura.
But because Hiro was not a Campione, Mithra had chosen to ignore him.
Now, however, the opponent's blatant obstruction clearly expressed his stance.
An enemy.
"You are not a Campione and do not belong to my annihilation targets."
Mithra paused, then ignored the scattered debris around him and continued forward slowly, frowning as he spoke.
"If you do not wish to die meaninglessly, leave this place at once. Do not be caught in the crossfire of my battle with the Demon Kings."
Mithra had already realized that Hiro was connected to the two Campiones.
But that alone was not a reason to halt, abandon his duty, or deviate from his mission.
As for the strange mixture of god, human, demon, and other auras surrounding Hiro-it did pique his curiosity.
But not enough to override the priority of "annihilating Campiones."
"I'm afraid I don't plan on dying here."
Facing the slowly approaching Mithra, Hiro shrugged and replied casually.
At the same time, he summoned a greatsword made entirely of gold into his right hand.
In the next instant, countless golden "Sword Worlds" descended, enveloping both Hiro and Mithra.
Only Grayfia and Luo Hao-both somewhat disheveled-were left outside.
They rested and adjusted their condition atop the hideous, ravaged plain, where no trace of a road remained.
"A golden world..."
Luo Hao, who had just stood up, stared at the distant golden barrier and murmured in astonishment.
She clearly couldn't understand the origin of Hiro's methods.
"That is one of Lord Hiro's abilities, obtained from Verethragna."
Grayfia stepped to Luo Hao's side.
Standing on the only patch of ground still suitable to stand on in the square-kilometer battlefield, she explained calmly, as though she had already set aside the embarrassment of being suppressed earlier and needing her master's intervention.
This Luo Hao is Luo Cuilian.
Another concubine of my master.
Revealing unimportant information to her should be acceptable.
Grayfia, who was still confused by Chinese surnames, given names, and courtesy names, reached this conclusion internally.
"This is... Verethragna's Authority!"
Holding the white-gold divine blade, Mithra looked around at the golden longswords surrounding him, then stared at Hiro in shock.
He was clearly human.
Not a Campione.
Then how could he wield Authority?
"Yes."
Switching the golden greatsword to his left hand, Hiro laughed lightly, his expression calm.
"The undefeated War God Verethragna, who once served you, is a trophy I claimed after killing him."
At an angle Mithra failed to notice, a trace of gold quietly appeared at the tip of Hiro's right index finger.
It began spreading upward along his arm.
"If you slew a Heretic God, then why did you not become a Campione?"
After hearing his words, Mithra frowned deeply.
"Furthermore, since you know Verethragna is my subordinate War God, you should also know that this thing cannot restrain me."
"I have no obligation to explain anything to you."
As he spoke, Hiro raised his right hand-now already half-transformed into gold-deliberately displaying it before Mithra's eyes.
His tone was casual.
"Because, in my view, you're already dead."
The Authority [Holy Right] activated.
Conditions met:
1. Hostile state.
2.Â
3. Not an innocent Christian.
4.Â
5. Committing evil and lacking the blessing of "Goodness."
6.Â
7. Great strength.
8.Â
Although the conditions appeared extremely strict, Hiro personally felt that only the last one-"great strength"-was truly difficult.
The first three applied to most of the enemies he encountered.
Neither the Rainbow Goddess nor the Three-in-One Athena had been judged by [Holy Right] as possessing "great strength," which had prevented the Authority from activating.
Regarding that, Hiro could only sigh inwardly.
As expected of the Last King of another parallel world.
As expected of old Eighth-Tier Luck.
"That is-!"
Mithra's expression changed violently.
He stared fixedly at the palm that was rapidly being dyed gold.
Gone were disappointment, doubt, or surprise.
What appeared instead was urgency.
And seriousness.
The kind that only emerged when facing a lethal threat.
The golden palm.
Which chief god's Authority is that? No-
Is it the Authority of a god-king?
Cronus?
Fuxi and Nuwa?
God?
Sakyamuni?
Shiva?
Thoughts flashed rapidly through Mithra's mind.
His right hand tightened around the white-gold divine blade.
White-hot arcs of electricity-the Campione Divine Thunder-wrapped around the blade.
From a distance of several dozen meters, Mithra slashed fiercely at Hiro!
Crack-!
Before the sound could even reach their ears, the crescent-shaped Divine Thunder blade glow had already crossed the distance and flashed before Hiro's eyes.
Though only a meter long, it was a full-strength slash.
It condensed Mithra's essence, spirit, and vitality into a single strike, using Divine Thunder as the medium and the Campione Divine Blade as its foundation.
Mithra was absolutely confident.
Even a Steel Hero God with an indestructible body would be cleaved in two by this strike.
Phew.
Seeing his attack reach Hiro before the golden transformation could fully complete, Mithra secretly exhaled in relief.
No matter how terrifying that Authority was, as long as the user died first, there would be no accidents.
Then-
Mithra watched in disbelief.
A blue-gold scabbard suddenly appeared in front of the human youth.
It shattered into countless fragments, as if time itself had slowed, forming a defensive shell around him.
Crackle!
The sound of lightning finally reached Mithra's ears.
He watched helplessly as the blade glow bypassed its intended target, shifted direction, and streaked into the boundless sky.
His eyes widened.
What is that?
A scabbard?
How could it block my full-strength strike?
Empowered by the Great Covenant Law of the number "7," Mithra was now stronger than he had ever been.
Four hundred years ago, when he last descended to the surface, there had only been three Campiones.
Seven versus three.
On the surface, it was barely more than double.
But for Mithra, the increase was exponential-dozens, even hundreds of times greater.
Yet even under such conditions, his confident full-power slash had failed to leave even a scratch.
And during that brief delay-
Hiro's right hand had fully turned gold.
The Authority's activation condition had been met.
Damn it.
It's probably already too late.
All I can hope is that this Authority does not possess causality-based annihilation.
Without time to think further, lightning erupted from Mithra's entire body.
He stomped heavily on the ground and launched himself straight at Hiro!
Behind him, a mandala-shaped magic circle unfolded.
From it emerged countless miniature weapons-blades, spears, staves, clubs, halberds, pikes, fans, daggers-each wrapped in endless thunder, following closely behind him.
This was another of the Last King's abilities.
Armaments of the Gods.
The power to command all mythological weapons as his own.
Essentially, another version of the "Gate of Babylon."
Which was stronger was a matter of opinion.
And Hiro, facing this overwhelming charge-
Simply swung his golden right palm.
In the next instant, Mithra's consciousness was severed.
"Ding! Eighth-Tier Luck extraction complete. Congratulations to the host for obtaining-"
Don't question why Luo Hao and Grayfia could see events within the Sword World.
Erica could see them.
Metis could even slice a Campione out of the Netherworld.
After dealing with Mithra-and one more important passing character-
It was time to go back.
The remaining matters were negligible.
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