Chapter 227: The Lightning Sword Shattered by the Holy Sword! But...
Why would this match only end with either a god's victory or a draw?
Because the human representative on the other side was engaging in a suicidal act.
He was using magic to evaporate his own flesh while simultaneously reconstructing a new body with magic to replace it.
Such a body could unleash even greater power than his original form.
But since it was magic-constructed, the moment his magic was exhausted would be the instant of his death.
Furthermore, the magic consumption required for this was terrifyingly immense.
Thus, as his body was being reconstructed by magic, it appeared as though he were burning, his entire being seemingly reborn.
To others, it might seem like he possessed an incredible healing ability.
But what if he could learn to connect to the Root like King Solomon?
Wouldn't that also be suicide?
Therefore, it was clear that his opponent was making a last stand—his goal was no longer victory, but to force a draw.
A draw, of course, would mean mutual destruction!
And what about that Holy Sword? How could it rival Zeus's Lightning Sword?
No—it was overpowering the Lightning Sword.
That sword somewhat resembled Gungnir and seemed connected to the World Tree.
Suddenly realizing something, Odin nearly stood up.
He understood the material that composed that sword!
How had this guy come into contact with it? How did he obtain it?!
"Instantaneous self-healing—he has such an ability! How wonderful!"
Among the Valkyries, Göll exclaimed excitedly.
"Yes, how wonderful~"
Who would have thought King Arthur possessed such instantaneous healing power!
In an instant, Arthur's previously wretched and gravely injured state vanished entirely, his body restored to the pristine condition it held at the battle's outset.
This healing ability must come at a cost; otherwise, why would he wait until now to heal himself?
Perhaps this power is only a one-time use, allowing him to return to his peak condition.
Huh?
Suddenly, Zeus appeared beside him without warning, striking a pose as if he had already delivered a slash. Brunhilde's expression changed.
However, this time, the expected blowback didn't occur, but the impact still caused the gruesome scar torn open on the ground behind King Arthur to lengthen further.
"Clang—!"
King Arthur retaliated, his golden sword descending straight down, only to be blocked by Zeus's lightning sword.
Eh? At that moment, Brunhilde also noticed that one of King Arthur's shoulders was split open. The trajectory of the wound seemed to align with the path of Zeus's lightning sword strike.
In other words, Zeus had indeed struck King Arthur, but the wound was bizarre—no blood was visible after the slash, and it simply ignited with blue flames and healed once more.
Suddenly, the golden sword erupted with boundless radiance, the light converging along its blade before a torrent of light capable of shattering everything surged forth.
To meet this strike, Zeus's lightning sword unleashed endless thunder, clashing head-on with it.
The collision of blue and gold caused the heavens and earth to change color!
The impact from both sides shattered the surrounding ground and tore a massive hole through the atmosphere in the sky.
Crack! Crack, crack, crack!
An ominous sound rang out—the sound of something cracking. This made everyone tense, as the noise seemed to emanate from the weapons of the two combatants.
But whose weapon was it? Or were both of them cracking?
The blinding clash of lightning and golden light made it impossible to see anything.
Crash!
Whose weapon had shattered?
Almost everyone in the entire arena stood up, their eyes fixed nervously on the scene!
In the next instant, the blue lightning abruptly vanished, swallowed by the golden light.
The torrent of golden light, after engulfing Zeus, evaporated the seawater that had been pouring into the gruesome scar behind him, further deepening the massive wound that had been previously sliced open by the light.
When the figures of the two reappeared, a brief silence fell. The humans breathed a sigh of relief, while the gods' expressions grew heavy. Zeus had been sent flying once again, and a clear wound was visible on his body, though it didn't seem too severe.
Upon closer inspection, Zeus's form appeared somewhat distorted, as if slightly melted like a candle.
Moreover, Zeus's lightning sword had shattered, with most of its fragments embedded in his body.
"Father!!!"
The God of War, Ares, couldn't help but cry out again, unable to believe that his father, in such a state, had been sent flying once more.
"I see. It seems Lord Zeus's situation isn't the only dire one—the opponent is in a similar state,"
Hermes remarked, having discerned something.
King Arthur's condition might not be any better than Lord Zeus's; in fact, it might be worse, as he was already on a path to certain death.
Now, as long as Lord Zeus could hold on, hold out until his opponent exhausted his strength, victory would be his!
But would the opponent give him that chance?
His figure had already vanished, reappearing once again before Lord Zeus.
The surging light once again tore through the earth, vaporizing everything!
And this torn earth was also overlapping with the original wounds of the land. If this continued to stack, it might truly tear the crust apart.
"Th-This is it, we can win!"
On the Valkyrie side, Göll exclaimed while excitedly waving her fists.
"Yes, we can win! King Arthur, go for it!"
Le Fay was equally excited, as if she had completely immersed herself in this world, infected by human emotions.
"Sister, what's wrong?"
Hrist noticed her sister's expression growing increasingly grave and uneasy.
"King Arthur's form is gradually turning transparent!"
This was Brunhilde's unease.
It should be said that many gods had also noticed—with each slash, his form grew slightly more transparent.
Now, it was a matter of which side could hold out longer.
Meanwhile, Zeus, without the aid of his Lightning Sword to block, was purely relying on his physical body, which couldn't withstand the attacks. His body had already gained several horrifying wounds.
Moreover, Zeus's body was melting like a candle, and the condition was worsening.
"Wha—!"
The fifth slash was blocked—blocked!
But it wasn't blocked by Zeus's pure physical strength; instead, he crossed two objects in his hands to intercept it.
In one hand, he held a trident, and in the other, a bident—both without handles, just gripping the heads.
And wasn't that trident Poseidon's divine weapon?
The bident belonged to Hades!
Why had he suddenly brought them out to use?
But that wasn't the most important part. The crucial thing was that the bident, trident, and the half-broken lightning sword clenched in Zeus's mouth were glowing, as if resonating!
This is bad, extremely bad!