Chapter 88 - Chapter 3 – Sword, Erica, Melqart

"Hey Godoh, dying like this is completely unacceptable!"

"...Huh?"

Upon hearing these sudden words of mockery, Godou answered in a

sluggish voice.

He opened his eyes to find a cute little girl. Her face was slender and

dignified. Though "beautiful," her sense of "cuteness" was far more

overwhelming in comparison. Judging by appearance, she seemed to be

fourteen years old or so. Perhaps enhanced by the twintailed hairstyle, she

gave off a rather young impression.

Puzzled by the girl's strange words, Godou surveyed his surroundings.

...This completely empty space contained nothing else. The entire place

was grayish white. Even the ends of the horizon were gray. An incredible

world of gray.

The girl before his eyes was wearing a white and flimsy dress. Which

country did it come from?

"This is the [Boundary of Life and Immortality]. Perhaps it might be easier

to understand if I used expressions like 'almost at the afterlife' or 'pretty

[1]much at the Sanzu River' to describe this place?"

The beautiful girl explained in an exceptionally casual tone of voice.

"By the way, I am Pandora. But not a [Heretic God], mind you. I stand as a

true and proper goddess, impossible for humans to encounter unless I

descend to this realm. With the express intent of meeting my son, I came

here from the Domain of Immortality."

"...Son? Who is that?"

"Of course I'm referring to you, Godoh. You are my son. You may call me

mama, maman, mommy or whatever you wish, okay?"

"...So, Pandora-san, there's something I wish to ask."

"Wah, of all the choices you went with this! ~You're the worst~"

Pandora enunciated her words as if deliberately trying to act displeased.

"It's not very nice to look down on the bonds between mother and child,

you know~"

"But my real mother is authentic Japanese. And not younger than me,

either."

"Fine, stepmother then. The prospects of gaining a child-faced loli

stepmother with no blood relations, that's known as 'moe' on earth, right?

Isn't that really lucky?"

"I think even if you narrow the range to earth, it would only apply to a very

small subset of people..."

Godou decided to change the subject.

"You said something like 'dying' just now. Did I really die?"

"Yes, you were promptly killed by Melqart-sama. But never fear, for

Godoh's body is currently resurrecting on earth. Just before you died, you

did well to understand the hint I sent."

The goddess who called herself Pandora smiled proudly.

"Since this is your first real battle, I did you a great service, allowing you to

resurrect in one piece. For me and my husband, our children all tend to be

rather impulsive and short-lived. Most of them end up dying on a battlefield

somewhere. So, Godoh, you'd better be more careful."

"You and your husband's children... I get it now!"

Godou remembered. What Erica had mentioned before.

"Campiones are the illegitimate children of Epimetheus and Pandora,

right?"

"Correct. Pandora in particular, is the stepmother who acts as the one who

supports you god-slayers. Although I'm rather casual and completely

irresponsible, I do offer hints on occasion."

As Pandora smiled, she emanated a certain alluring aura incommensurate

with her child-like appearance.

Indeed this was a "womanly" existence. Godou understood that great

wisdom lay beneath her mesmerizing cuteness.

Even though she did not act very proper in behavior, she was still a

goddess.

"Well, even though you'll forget about seeing me as soon as you return to

earth, remnants of my teachings will survive somewhere in your

subconscious, so don't worry."

"I will forget?"

"Yes. When traveling between this realm and the world on earth, all sorts

of things can happen."

"What... Anyway, if possible, could you tell me something? I'm currently in

trouble with a god, so how should I fight? I seem to recall some kind of

weapon of light."

Given this rare chance, Godou decided to ask this question.

Pandora made a slightly mischievous expression and smiled with great

pride as she explained:

"It would be meaningless if I told you the answer -- or rather, it wouldn't be

fun anymore -- ah, that's not right, it won't help Godoh at all. You have to

try harder by yourself."

"In that case... I get it."

Godou gave up and nodded indifferently.

After all, the one doing the fighting was himself. Always thinking of relying

on others for victory would not be conducive to handling split second

changes during intense confrontations. In this era of junior cultivation from

the ground up, Godou had no objections as a baseball player and a mighty

athlete.

No matter how many comrades stood by his side, ultimately the one

fighting to the very end was himself.

In a team -- obviously he had to trust in his comrades to back him up.

However, were he unable to fight alone, he would be useless in a team

anyway. Hence, it was imperative he put forth all of his own effort first.

As these thoughts crossed Godou's mind, Pandora watched him with an

amused expression.

"Hehe. No matter what kind of past life they led previously, the vast

majority of children who became god-slayers already knows how to fight.

Godoh is no exception. So let me skip that part and tell you something

useful."

Hearing unexpected words from the stepmother, Godou straightened

himself in full attentiveness.

"Even considering the entire history of mankind, you are a unique

god-slayer. There is no point for you to emulate any other person. It would

be utter stupidity. Consequently, please, always stay true to yourself."

"...In other words, do things my own way?"

"Yes. Follow your heart and let instinct guide you. Fight smartly with

craftiness. Only by doing this will you become the strongest warrior on

earth. There is no need to worry yourself too much!"

Like she said, if he could emulate someone else, things would be much

easier...

Casually advised to undertake a challenging direction, Godou could not

help but smile wryly.

"Anyway, I guess I'll start learning how to use my powers flexibly."

"My, how hardworking of Godoh! However, it's best if you don't do that,

because it's useless."

"Eh?"

"The grand enchantment for a person's rebirth as a god-slayer... There are

many strange aspects to it, probably because it is such a preposterous

process after all. For example, the condition of 'no matter what, only actual

combat works☆' or the like. Since god-slayers only resemble humans in

appearance but are actually more like demonic beasts inside, it's only

natural to progress like wild beasts, no?"

"In other words, earnest effort is useless?"

"Yes! God-slayers' authorities can only be honed on the battlefield through

actual combat. But that's totally fine, after all, ancient warriors were the

same. As long as you kill enough enemies, you will become powerful♪"

"Please don't use such a disturbing analogy!"

Seeing Pandora winking with a thumbs up sign, Godou could not stop

himself from screaming.

"By the way, Godoh, your authority is a bit unreliable. It might be a little

dangerous if you try to do things alone, so please be careful."

"What do you mean by unreliable?"

"It seems like you need the assistance of friends in order to satisfy certain

activation conditions. Isn't this a power that can only be used when

someone is trying to beat up Godoh?"

"Come to think of it, there is also a condition of 'only when facing strong

enough opponents.'"

"Godoh's heart is only roused when threatened by true battle. This is

probably what limits you from using your authority. Ultimately, a rampaging

soul is necessary to hone a god-slayer's power."

Tension levels and the rousing of emotions were the most important? This

fact seriously needed careful attention.

"So if you ever need to fight, just shout 'Come and kill me with everything

you've got' and everything will be fine♪"

"I'm definitely not going to do that!"

It looked like the future will be filled with trials and tribulations. Even so,

had it been any different--

When Godou came to, he found himself lying on a simple bed in a room

surrounded by white walls. There was an odor of medicine. Along the bare

white wall was a practical-looking sideboard. This was apparently a

hospital room.

Also, Erica was sitting on a chair beside the bed.

Godou pushed against the bed to raise his upper torso. He had died during

the battle with Melqart but managed to resurrect. For some reason, he was

sure of that.

"I have something to say first, so please listen carefully."

Erica declared immediately. Even though she tried her best to stay calm,

she could not hide her irrepressible rage. It was a voice that seemed to

shake the air.

"If you can come back from death, then please say so before dying...! You

are truly a fool beyond help!"

"D-Don't say something so unreasonable. I was suddenly thrust on stage

without any preparation."

Severely chastised by Erica, Godou muttered in response.

"This power to revive from the verge of death, cannot be used unless I am

actually about to die. If I die completely, it's meaningless... Anyway, I admit

I'm at fault, sorry."

Getting up from bed, Godou bowed his head.

"It seems like I made you worry, I'm really sorry."

Erica was angry because she was really worried about him, right?

This apology resulted in provoking an unexpected response from the

defiant blonde beauty.

"What idiotic nonsense are you talking about! As if anyone would worry

about you!"

Saying that, Erica's face was entirely flushed red. However, if she was not

worried then there would be no reason for her to be this angry.

As Godou felt skeptical, Erica shouted more and more emotionally.

"I am only telling you this because I cannot bear the sight of your stupid

behavior. Do not get any strange and mistaken ideas!"

Apparently, this declaration was her attempt to cover up the reason for her

anger.

In light of Erica's outspoken habits, such words clearly showed her loss of

composure.

"The only thing I'm worrying about is at most my own reputation! I even

sacrificed my purity for the sake of helping you. If you died just like that,

that would be truly shameful!"

Saying that, Erica turned her face away in disgust, refusing to admit

anything.

Godou suppressed the urge to laugh wryly and waited for Erica to calm

down.

"By the way, how long did I sleep for?"

"It was during daytime when the battle with Melqart occurred, just before

1pm. It is now evening at 7pm. You've slept continuously for six hours or

so."

Erica swiftly replied in response to Godou's change of subject.

"This is a hospital?"

"Yes. A little hospital roughly 2km away from the Soluntum ruins. It was not

easy but I managed to bring you here for sanctuary after you collapsed."

"You did well to save me from that god..."

"Remember the lion figure I gave you beforehand? It was actually Cuore di

Leone, altered by [Transformation] magic."

Godou was surprised. The lion-shaped item was actually that magic

sword?

"I originally planned to watch your battle from afar, but later on I saw you

were almost dead. So I hastily used a [Magnet] spell to summon Cuore di

Leone back to me. That was what you were carrying."

"Melqart didn't pursue?"

"No. Just as I already said, you were almost dead."

"Eh?"

"Blunt trauma all over your body, numerous broken bones, internal

hemorrhage, ruptured internal organs, damage to the brain and spine,

burns covering over 80% of your skin area. Naturally, your heart also

stopped and you were unable to breathe on your own."

"I-It was that serious..."

"Under such conditions, even I thought it would be hopeless, even when

you are a Campione."

Erica's manner of speaking made it seem like she was very angry.

"Your current body is truly ridiculous. Not long after that, you resumed

breathing and your body kept healing while you slept. It has already

recovered completely."

It was ridiculous indeed. Even though he was the subject in question,

Godou nodded vigorously.

"By the way, what about Zamparini-san?"

"Currently missing, after being blown away by the storm. However, since

he completely failed to enter Melqart's view at the time, I think his chances

of survival are quite high. The magi of [Panormus] are currently searching

for him, but due to the current weather, they haven't made much progress."

Godou looked outside the window.

Enduring the roaring wind and pelted by the massive raindrops, the

window had been rattling noisily all this time.

"The storm has continued all the while?"

"Yes, just like this all along. However, the storm zone only covers the

northwest region of Sicily centered on the city of Palermo. Also, Soluntum

Archaeological Park... was sunk earlier into the sea, at dusk."

"What did you say!?"

"Those ruins were located on a hillside facing the sea, right? Having

weakened its foundations using the pouring rain, Melqart attacked the

ground with Yagrush and Ayamur, causing a massive landslide which

swept the ruins from the hillside into the sea."

Godou recalled Melqart's announcement.

Every day at sunset, he would sink a city from his former territory into the

sea--

Although the ruins of Soluntum attracted tourists, it was fortunate that

visitors were few in number. However, tomorrow's target was Palermo, a

city with a population of one million.

Erica nodded as if she read Godou's worries and changed the subject.

"By the way, no matter how overabundant a Campione's vitality is, this

resurrection performance was way too dramatic and miraculous. What's

the secret to this trick?"

"Is there any sheep amongst Verethragna's incarnations?"

"Of the ten incarnations, the eighth is the ram."

"That's the one. When I was struck dead by Melqart, a sheep came to

mind. It felt like it could help me escape death, so I tried entrusting my wish

to it. So that's what happened. However, I still don't understand."

Godou sat on the bed, bewildered.

"Amongst the ten incarnations, the bull gives monstrous strength, the

camel gives kicking attacks, the boar is a monster, and the bird gives

extreme speed. I can understand all of those. But why would a sheep bring

recovery?"

"Perhaps it's because sheep have been a symbol of bountiful harvests and

vitality since ancient times."

Erica's fluent answer rendered Godou dumbfounded.

"As a type of wild beast that is easily tamed and kept, sheep have been

domesticated since very early times as a source of food to support human

life. Eventually, it became a sacred beast."

"Sacred beast..."

"The sheep is a sacred beast with deep ties to royal authority. In ancient

times -- particularly amongst nomadic societies, livestock numbers were

directly correlated with reliable food supplies, wealth, as well as the

population that could be supported."

So sheep had this kind of significance? Godou widened his eyes.

"Godou, the ten incarnations you usurped, probably recreates

Verethragna's powers piecemeal -- the different abilities unleashed by his

transformation into various forms."

"Indeed, that guy was able to do a lot more. And he wasn't restricted in the

number of uses."

"Number of uses?"

"I've felt it ever since the first time I used this power. Whenever I used an

incarnation, it felt like it was no longer available for a period of time. That's

right... It's just intuition, but I think it takes a day to reset."

Erica sighed lightly in response to Godou's words.

"Well, it's not surprising to have this kind of restriction when you have ten

different transformations. Next, there are the conditions for using each

incarnation."

"Yes. I can use the bull when fighting strong enemies, the camel when I'm

injured, the boar when I want to destroy a massive target, the bird when

the enemy's speed is astounding, and the sheep probably when I'm about

to die... W-What about that weapon of light, how do I use it? Yeah, Erica,

that bright and shiny thing."

"It's the [Golden Sword] Verethragna was using, right?"

Erica was the first to utter the description that had suddenly occurred in his

mind before he died.

"I thought of it while you were recovering. And stop using such a crude

description like 'bright and shiny weapon.' You should call it the [Brilliant

Sword of Light] instead. Pay attention, Godou, you're probably lacking in

poetic talent."

Criticized, Godou began scratching his head.

"Well, I can't disagree at all... In any case, can we think of a way to find out

how the [Sword] can be used?"

"Why not do the same as before, figure it out on the fly?"

"In a battle against a god, it's not gonna work."

Godou declared in no uncertain terms as Erica pondered.

"How should I put it... Right, as a first step, I have to follow my heart and let

instinct guide me. Also, I feel like I'm not supposed to forget about being

smart and crafty. I don't think I could have done this before I went to the

ruins."

Godou muttered as if reciting words of warning that had been carved

somewhere in his heart.

After Erica listened with great intrigue, she offered new information.

"Understood. Let's think again later. By the way, Lucretia of Sardinia has

woken up. I obtained her contact through a Cagliari association. If you

have anything to ask, Godou, why don't you give her a call?"

Part 2

'Hmm, I suppose words of congratulations are in order, young man. An

instant job change from commoner to level one Devil King... In any case,

it's great to know you are safe. It is truly worthy of celebration.'

In an idle lobby of the little hospital, Godou and Erica were using a public

telephone in a corner to contact a female acquaintance.

'I've already been informed of the basic situation by Miss Erica. Having to

duel the divine king Melqart immediately after your rebirth as a god-slayer,

your life is truly one filled with stormy drama.'

Lucretia Zola spoke with nonchalant airs as usual.

'I'd really like to help you, but given this dreadful weather, neither ship nor

plane are allowed to depart, while flight magic has its dangers. Basically,

all I can do is cheer for you wholeheartedly. Well, do your best.'

"...Thank you very much."

Such encouragement was far from reassuring, but Godou still expressed

his thanks through the telephone.

"By the way, Lucretia-san, the gold and shiny [Sword] that Verethragna

was using... It seems like I can use it too, right, so what conditions would it

require?"

A question that went straight to the point. Given she was one of the top

witches in all of Europe, one should hope she was capable of offering

useful advice.

'I wouldn't necessarily know.'

"That's very true."

'Indeed, when Verethragna understands the detailed origins of an enemy

god, he is able to slice apart the opponent's divinity -- No, wait a minute...'

Lucretia suddenly stopped and began to whisper.

'Learn. In order to understand the enemy and forge the blade of wisdom.'

These sudden instructions caused Godou to go "Eh?" in response.

'Fufufu. I suddenly received a divine revelation. How fortunate of you,

young man. Or rather, it must be the divine presence of Melqart filling the

Mediterranean which stimulated my inspiration. Anyway, it's your lucky

day.'

"What does it mean though?"

'Well. The enemy's mighty stature has given you an advantage instead. It's

best that I leave the detailed explanations to Miss Erica. I pray for your

victory, Your Majesty the Devil King.'

"As expected of the top ranking Witch of Sardinia."

Sitting in the back seat of the BMW speeding its way across the stormy

streets, Erica expressed admiration after listening to Godou.

The hospital where they had stayed earlier was located in a town near the

Soluntum Archaeological Park. But since Godou had already recovered,

there was no reason to stay any further. After contacting [Panormus], they

were picked up.

The driver was one of Zamparini's subordinates.

"Her spirit vision really revealed something important. This could very well

be the key to victory."

"Spirit vision -- that's something like clairvoyance, right?"

"Yes. Verethragna's final incarnation is the [Warrior] wielding the golden

sword. We've already seen it before, how it was used as spell words for

slicing gods apart. Godou, you probably need to understand the enemy's

divinity in order to forge the sword. Let's try it immediately!"

Erica spoke with great enthusiasm.

"Melqart is the king ruling over the Phoenician realm of the gods. His

original name is Baal, which he also mentioned before. His myths later

spread to Greece where they became the prototype for the hero Heracles."

Erica repeated again what she had said before.

"Baal is a sky god with very ancient origins. Did you know his name was

also clearly recorded in the Old Testament of the Bible? Baal was

considered the greatest enemy of the [God] of Judaism and Christianity. At

the same time, he was also a divinity which greatly influenced those

monotheistic religions."

"Eh, is that so!?"

"In the Old Testament of the Bible, those who did not follow monotheism

mostly engaged in idol worship of demonic deities. In many cases, this was

Baal because he was the most popular god worshiped by inhabitants of

the ancient region of Canaan in the Bible's Old Testament... What's the

matter?"

"Hmm... I have a feeling like something is accumulating... That should be

the description, right?"

It felt like a tiny drop of water had fallen into the pool in his heart--

That was the impression Godou received after listening to Erica's profound

words.

"It feels like we're going in the right direction."

"Good. Then let's make the most of our time as I explain Melqart's origins

to you. I think it'll probably take two to three hours or so, please pay

attention and listen carefully!"

While the car raced along the roads at night, amidst howling winds,

splattering rain and roaring thunder, Erica continued to teach with her clear

tones and melodic voice.

Arriving at the Zamparini mansion in its master's absence, they continued

in the bedroom where they had spent the previous night.

Erica was highly talented whether it came to speaking or teaching. With

great clarity and organization, she conveyed "what kind of god Melqart

was" in simple and easily understood terms even when interjected with

random chatter.

Even so--

"Looks like... It's not working. Why!?"

With the storm showing no signs of abating, midnight had arrived. Godou

clutched his head.

While he listened to Erica's instruction, only a trickle of knowledge

managed to flow into the pool in his heart. It felt like forging brilliantly

lustrous golden steel, one particle at a time. However, it was totally not

enough.

"What am I missing!?"

It would pose no problem to Godou if he were asked to write a

two-hundred-word essay on Melqart right now. Nevertheless, what on

earth was the problem!?

"Was Lucretia mistaken...? A spirit vision received by a witch like her

should not be this impractical. Then the problem is -- could it be that?"

Erica seemed to have realized something.

"Hey Godou, can you tell me about the influences of ancient Sumerian

civilizations on the origins of the Ugaritic pantheon headed by Baal?"

"Of course not. Probably those ancient civilizations like Sumer or

Mesopotamia?"

Godou answered using what vague knowledge he could recall.

"By the way, Erica, you never taught me that at all."

"Well, how about the Phoenicians, Canaanites and Hebrews who

worshiped Baal and equivalently Melqart as their chief deity? Do you

understand what roles these groups played between the ancient orient and

the Mediterranean?"

"Of course not. Other than the fact that the Phoenicians were a seafaring

tribe, I know nothing."

"That must be it!"

Erica immediately exclaimed as she shook her head.

"Right now, you've only memorized the concise origins, but you have yet to

understand the god's true nature and process of development. That is why

you're unable to use the golden sword..."

"Simply memorizing and rote learning won't work!?"

Godou was greatly surprised. Nevertheless, he did agree with her

statement.

"Let alone essays, you could write a book or two using the knowledge

required... Before we attempt any further, let me ask this first, what exactly

do I need to learn?"

"Right... For sure, Phoenician history is required. Likewise for knowledge

about ancient Palestine. Let's skip Judaism and Christianity which grew out

of oriental soil for now since it'd be more appropriate to first understand

what is considered the most ancient culture, that of the Sumerians. Also,

same for Egypt. After that, there is the primitive nomadic society which

gave rise to the existence of the sky god..."

"Can this lecture be done within half a day or so?"

"Are you stupid? Even if you spend two hundred times the time, it's

impossible!"

" "..." "

Realizing the difficulty they faced, Godou and Erica fell silent.

In that very instant, a large crash of thunder descended nearby.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The crash resounded.

Furthermore, blown by strong wind, a broken board smashed into the

bedroom window with a great "bang!" With the sound of shattering glass,

raging wind and rain invaded the room.

"In that case, we might as well do what we can..."

Realizing the storm was strengthening, Godou muttered.

"Erica, in any case, you should tell me all the information you consider

essential, one piece at a time. I don't know if we'll make it in time, but we

must give our full effort for as long as we're able to."

"That's a waste of effort. Rather than that, let's first review our options for a

more practical plan."

As Godou suggested they continue no matter what, Erica made a

proposal.

"For example, there's [Instruction] magic, which can pour knowledge into

the mind in very short time... It will be much more practical and efficient in

comparison."

"Eh? Such convenient magic exists!?"

"Yes. Although it's a spell which only maintains its effects for half a day or

so, it does allow an entire library of books' worth of knowledge to be

transmitted without issue. However, there remains the fact that you are a

Campione."

Though Erica displayed hope for the first time, she immediately continued

with an expression of melancholy.

"Remember how all the magic cast on us was deflected by you? That

effect not only applies to hostile magic, but also towards beneficial magic

as well."

"So there's no other way to remember other than through magic after all..."

"Well, it's not like we're Bianchi, taking shortcuts... Ah."

Erica suddenly stopped talking as if she had said something wrong.

Furthermore, her beautiful face went all red. Godou was intrigued. What

was going on?

"You've already said this much, don't just stop there. Continue."

"T-There shouldn't be anything to continue! I refuse to sacrifice any

additional purity beyond what I've already lost! Forget everything you just

heard!"

"W-Wait a minute! Where are you going!?"

Erica suddenly ran out of the room, screaming with her face flushed red,

completely ignoring Godou's calls for her to stop. Her figure gradually

receded in the distance.

Part 3

Night had passed and it was now 11am the next day.

Godou was idling in the Zamparini residence's astonishingly spacious

living room. It was like a hotel lobby with three very large sofa couches.

There was also a large LCD television.

Erica had gone missing since last night. After questioning the maids,

Godou found out she had apparently left the mansion.

Godou had wondered if he should go find her but finally decided against it.

He was now sitting alone on a couch, watching television. A local cable

news program was currently airing, reporting live the situation of Palermo

after the storm zone had arrived for half a day.

Within the confines of an interior bay in the harbor, what should have been

a calm and peaceful sea was now a turbulent storm.

The seaside route of Corso Vittorio Emanuele had also flooded.

On this city's bustling street were numerous tourist attractions such as

duomo cathedrals or the Palazzo dei Normanni. It also featured sixteenth

century structures such as Porta Nuova on its west and Porta Felice on the

eastern end.

Just now, Godou had asked one of Zamparini's suited subordinates about

the situation in the city.

There seemed to be an exceptionally intense aura occupying the airspace

above the Bay of Palermo. Melqart was causing the storm from there...

That was what the magi had observed.

By the way, it really was an exceptionally fierce storm...

Though compared to the most severe class of storm that Godou knew, this

level of rain and wind speed was definitely not the highest. From what he

could tell on television, cars could still barely make their way across the

roads near the Bay of Palermo. It was not yet the kind of flood which

paralyzed the functioning of an entire city.

To Melqart, this storm was probably just a warmup exercise.

The attack scheduled to arrive at dusk again, now that would be true divine

punishment descending from the sky god...

"Ultimately, no matter what, I have to face him..."

Muttering to himself, Godou felt burdened with a heavy heart.

If he simply let the situation develop as before and entered another "duel"

against Melqart, the result would likely be identical. He would be killed

without the slightest idea how to counterattack. Trying to challenge the

outcome again would not bring any changes.

With an incredibly gloomy heart, Godou looked up at the images on

television.

No matter what their size, ships and boats moored at the harbor were

gradually washed away.

The city streets were flooded as a result of the persisting rainstorm. The

howling wind was sending signs and timber flying, as well as wooden huts

and building materials such as bricks from some home... Not only were

branches snapped off by the wind, even entire tree trunks could be found

scattered across the streets.

The city of Palermo was brought to a tragic state.

Melqart had already announced. He will sink this city into the sea today at

sunset.

"I can't ignore what's happening, right..."

Godou had witnessed all sorts of scenes on the television.

This was enough to rouse Godou's determination. If the one who interfered

in the battle between Verethragna the war god and Melqart the god of

storms, if he himself did not handle this situation--

Just at that moment, noticing someone behind him, Godou turned around

to find Erica.

"What the heck are you doing? You didn't even try to find me. I can't

believe you're just lazing around in a place like this."

Despite Erica's scolding words, Godou replied calmly.

"Because I knew you'd return by yourself."

"Why?"

"Since I'm the only one who has the slightest chance of winning, and Erica,

you're the only one who knows the way to victory, if we don't cooperate,

that god cannot be stopped. I felt that given you're so smart, you'll

definitely figure that out and come back. Well--"

Seeing that Erica was clearly still angry, Godou continued.

"Basically, it's the only choice left given no alternatives... That's what I

thought."

"Isn't that completely obvious!? Had there been an alternative path of

survival, I would never have steeled my heart to return. And to think Godou

you are sitting here all casual, it's truly infuriating!"

"A-Am I really that casual?"

As Erica continued her temper tantrum, Godou was at his wits' end.

"I'm really worried as I watch this city and island being targeted, you know."

"So am I. In order to safeguard a virgin's purity, sacrificing a city or two

would not be too much -- that's what I was thinking, but as a knight, I can't

really allow myself to give in to such temptation..."

"Purity? Didn't you mention that yesterday as well?"

As Godou stood there bewildered, Erica suddenly traced out complicated

patterns in the air with her finger to form some kind of seal.

"...This is barrier magic. A spell to prevent anyone from coming in here for

now."

She's making sure we have privacy! Godou felt more and more suspicious.

"Magic is ineffective against Devil King Campiones. This is a fundamental

principle that cannot be overturned. However, exceptions do exist after all.

Godou, you've already experienced it before."

"Eh?"

"After the battle against Bianchi, I gave you a drug, right? One that

produces the same effect as performing healing magic on a human. You

recovered so quickly thanks to that."

"Eh? But isn't magic ineffective against Campiones?"

"Yes. But through the intake of a magical drug, applying magic to the body

from the inside is a completely different matter."

"So, based on what you said yesterday, Erica, if there's a drug infused with

magic for transmitting knowledge -- all I need to do is swallow it!"

"That's exactly the issue. But no such drug exists. Even if it existed, the

chances of successfully teaching you all knowledge on Melqart... Is zero."

Asserting directly, Erica turned to face Godou with a decisive expression.

"Only one method remains. Applying [Instruction] magic through the

mouth, pouring all necessary knowledge into you -- I've already spent a

night in contemplation, there is no other way!"

Applying through the mouth? In other words, could it be that?

"Could it be, s-something like mouth to mouth!?"

"Yes. Precisely. Applying magic to you in any other manner will not work."

Before they knew it, Godou and Erica found themselves looking at each

other face to face.

They were both blushing. After all, this was how embarrassing this kind of

thing was to them.

"To be that concerned with purity... Erica is actually inexperienced, after

all?"

"I-Isn't that obvious? As the daughter of the Blandelli family, of course I

wish to preserve a virgin state for the beloved man I shall marry one day..."

Erica confessed despite her trembling lips.

"However, in any case, because of such extenuating circumstances, it

can't be helped. Imagining myself from a [King]'s standpoint, if there was a

young maiden beside me who possessed the knowledge I required for

battle -- I would immediately order her to offer her lips. For the sake of

dueling a god."

"N-No, but that's terrible!"

"Which is why I said it can't be helped -- rather, this is quite unfair. We are

simply doing what we must do. You are fighting because you are [King]. I

am assisting the [King] as a knight. All for the sake of saving this poor

innocent city and its people."

With what appeared to be awe-inspiring honor, as well as the shy heart of

a pure maiden, Erica declared.

Furthermore, she began to whisper as she brought her face near Godou's

cheek.

"You should understand clearly now? There's no other way."

"A-Ah yeah. But then, how should I put this--"

"How indecisive of you... Fine, if you don't have the courage to do so, I will

take initiative and kiss you first."

Declaring courageously, Erica pressed her lips even closer. However.

Just as she was about to reach Godou's lips, her movements stopped.

Those lustrous lips of hers, were trembling nonstop. She must be scared

after all, hesitating over her first time.

"Godou. You are the [King] while I am the knight. Hence, this should stand

as no loss to either you or me."

Erica shuddered as she mustered her courage and drew her face close

again.

Consequently, Godou also steeled his determination. After the battle

against Verethragna, Erica had kept initiative firmly in her hands, but this

could not be allowed to continue indefinitely.

He definitely could not become anyone's puppet.

The most important thing was "decisiveness." As well as the shouldering of

responsibility. Hence, I shall--

"Erica, I will fight Melqart. I'm very sorry, but please lend your strength to

me!"

While making this declaration, Godou approached with his face -- and took

Erica's lips.

"Mmm, hmm!?"

"Teach me, things about that god."

Kissing awkwardly as he muttered. Erica's lips were sealed.

"G-Got it. Okay, Godou? Melqart, and equivalently, Baal originated from

the primitive society of Semitic tribes, a very ancient divinity, you see..."

"S-Semitic tribes? In concrete terms, that means?"

"Just ask slowly and gradually, one question at a time. I will teach you

properly -- and transmit to you... Mmmm."

Both of them were clearly unaccustomed to this.

Kissing as they pressed their lips firmly together, they frantically

conversed. Following such a rhythm, their teeth often collided and they

even made unnecessary talk.

Nevertheless, they continued to hold their lips tightly together.

Erica's magic was transmitting vivid images and bountiful knowledge into

Godou's mind. Numerous geographical locations and historical drama. The

names and legends of the gods who ruled over this great land. For the

sake of connecting various elements, and interpreting all kinds of

keywords...

"As Melqart's true form, Baal is a divinity that could not have been

conceived in a land with four seasons like Japan. He is a god born from the

desert and the wilderness. Furthermore, he is the [God of Storms] formed

from both the searing sun and torrential rains."

Passionately whispering softly, Erica's lips felt unbelievably sweet.

"Records of Baal in literature are extremely few in number. Nevertheless,

he frequently makes his appearance in a certain ancient text that survives

in close proximity to us. Namely, the Bible's Old Testament. Baal's traces

are actually most commonly found in the sacred text of the religion that

regarded him with enmity."

While knowledge was repeatedly transmitted, the two of them kept leaning

their bodies forward more and more. Godou seemed to be trying to cover

up Erica's mouth completely as he pressed his lips down upon her.

Sealed by such pressure, Erica's lips continued to transmit knowledge

without pause.

However, she did not remain passive and reactionary for long.

Erica opened her mouth, trying to surround Godou's lips as she kissed him

this time.

Furthermore, she was using her lips to carefully explore Godou's lips. Even

the tiniest of spaces between their lips were being cautiously compressed

as they continued to kiss.

Wishing to probe ever deeper, their hearts opened sincerely to each other

and connected.

Those were Godou's hopes, and probably Erica's too. Thus, their kissing

naturally grew more and more passionate as they continued.

Perhaps due to their inexperience in this type of behavior, they did not

reach overly intense heights.

However, their rich and delicate kisses caused saliva to continually escape

the confines of their lips, completely moistening the corners of their

mouths, moving as if under a dreamlike state.

Not long after that, the two of them suddenly let go of each other's lips with

a surprised expression, their faces blushing brightly.

Immediately, Godou could feel Verethragna's dormant power in his body

awaken.

The pool of water in his heart that was previously accumulating in a

drop-wise fashion, was flooded all of a sudden -- filling his heart with an

incredible sense of satisfaction.

It could now be used. What the warlord Verethragna had used once, the

god-severing spell words were now ready for use.

Certain he had obtained a new weapon, Godou nodded deeply.

Part 4

Things were exceptionally awkward afterwards.

Godou and Erica were unable to look into each other's face. No matter

what, it was too embarrassing.

Godou desperately searched his mind for a way to start a conversation

with Erica. However, he was a fifteen-year-old boy with absolutely no

experience in this area. Most probably, he would not be able to find any

model answer.

"S-Say, Erica..."

"Do not speak a single word! There is no need for that... I am totally fine. I,

Erica Blandelli, will not lose composure to something like this. This is no

shock to me."

Cutting Godou off, Erica murmured as she continued comforting herself.

"Besides... Although there was no choice given the emergency situation, it

is still within acceptable limits, even to me. Had the boy I kissed been an

earthworm or a hyena, even if those were lips that would drive me to bite

my tongue to commit suicide afterwards, I will not complain a single word."

"I-Is that so?"

"Besides, there also exists the case of the frog prince kissing the princess.

So there is nothing strange here anyway. So like I said, I am totally fine."

She really seemed quite shocked, but her defiant attitude was definitely

intact.

Godou was slightly reassured. If it would help this glamorous girl recover

her spirits, he did not mind being labelled an earthworm, a frog or anything

like that. That was what Godou thought in earnest.

No matter what it took, he was willing to compensate Erica for going so far.

Godou spoke up:

"Hey Erica. I'm a pacifist and I hate conflict and violent behavior.

Furthermore, the fact that there are no absolutes in the outcomes of

battles, that is also one of my beliefs."

"You seem to be talking to yourself."

Finding Erica had recovered slightly, Godou continued.

"I'm going to confront Melqart next. I definitely will not lose to him."

"...Really, definitely?"

"Ah yes. I can swear on it."

"Fine. Very well. In that case I will forgive you completely. Godou, promise

me you will fight for my sake. Furthermore, you must save this island from

Melqart's threat!"

"Of course. Leave it all to me!"

After that, they did not bring up the topic of [Instruction] again.

Erica lifted her face with vigor and swept her hand through the brilliant

blonde hair that adorned her head like a crown. Godou was also

determined to forget the previous scene and go back to normal.

Only the battle lay before them. Erica summoned magi from [Panormus]

and ordered them to prepare the car. Their destination was the sea, the

Bay of Palermo where Melqart was hidden high above in the sky.

Gazing through the window of the car, Godou witnessed the city's

storm-battered state which could not be seen through television.

Due to the severe weather, there were few pedestrians about.

Overwhelming drainage systems, rainwater flooded the streets with

volumes on the level of a small river. Nevertheless, thanks to the height

and water resistance offered by the 4WD vehicle, they managed to reach

the main road along the shore. This was Via Cala facing the Bay of

Palermo.

Godou and Erica got off the vehicle before the spacious yacht harbor that

was once a trading port.

"While handing matters over to [Panormus] to handle yesterday,

apparently all the people in the buildings and facilities along the shore

have been evacuated. There's basically no one in the area, so it's fine

even if you ignore the issue of casualties."

"If anyone stayed near such a turbulent sea, they could be engulfed by

giant waves at any time."

The Bay of Palermo had been an excellent harbor since pre-era times, for

it was an extremely calm inner bay. But currently, this stretch of sea was

as turbulent as outer waters during storms.

Pelted by the rainwater of the raging storm, Godou's and Erica's clothes

were instantly drenched.

It was currently two in the afternoon. If they failed to defeat Melqart before

dusk, the city of Palermo would be sunk into the sea--

With a glance from Godou, Erica immediately took off. Her assigned role

was to provide support as the situation demanded while keeping a certain

distance.

In a battle against a god, it would be too dangerous to fight in a formation

like in an RPG.

That was what Godou learnt from Zamparini's example. Like Erica had

done last time, it was best to have his comrades stay back in reserve so

that they can react according to changes in the situation.

"Are you there, Melqart!? Please respond to my challenge now!"

Godou yelled out to sea as he endured the rain splattering upon him.

Immediately, lightning flashed.

'Oh! The god-slayer of the orient! How resilient of you to survive!'

"Yeah. So what!?"

Godou shouted loudly in response to the god's voice accompanied by the

rumbles of roaring thunder.

'Kukuku... As Melqart who vanquished his own elder brother the dragon

[2]

king Yam , I seem to have gone a little senile. Could it be possible that I

actually failed to discern my enemy's strength in reserve! Though there are

many gods carrying the attribute of immortality, you seem to possess the

same authority, brat!'

The raging storm suddenly stopped.

A fissure opened up between the thick and heavy thunderclouds, allowing

sunshine to reach the ground.

A [Heretic God] was present within the beam of light. His appearance was

identical to the Phoenician divine king Godou had faced in the ruins on the

island of Sardinia.

The strongly built man was covered with bulging musculature and

overflowing with an air of wild roughness. His tousled hair always left a

strong impression on others. His attire consisted of a tattered mantle of

grubby cloth, leather breastplate and sandals. Nevertheless, in contrast to

his coarse attire, his entire body emanated a [King]'s terrifying splendor.

And he was very huge. Melqart's height stood at 15m or so.

'Brat, the authority you managed to usurp from Verethragna certainly

proves to be rather versatile. However, I would advise you not to entrust

your hopes to clever little powers. Against the unrelenting hunter of

dragons, Melqart the embodiment of lightning, the warlord of the changing

forms is nothing but a minor character!'

"So what. Even if you are indeed the ancient [King] of the gods."

Godou looked up at the giant descending along with the sun's rays.

"You are definitely not invincible, nor are you an existence who knows

nothing of defeat. But that guy -- Verethragna, claimed to be the strongest,

most victorious, and never defeated. Well, even though it sounds a bit

strange to say it myself, still, the odds don't seem that stacked against me."

'Oh? You sound like you know everything about me, eh...'

Giant Melqart landed on the main road by the shore, laughing delightfully.

'Nevertheless, the battlefield is not decided by fighting words but arrows

and blades as well as fists. I shall do well to teach this lesson to your body

thoroughly!'

"Nay. Words can become power and turn into swords. Have you forgotten,

Melqart?!"

Words continuously surfaced in Godou's mind.

He already understood. These were spell words. The scripture for

controlling the war god's authority.

The incantations for summoning and raising the power dormant in

Kusanagi Godou's body.

"Your power was once sliced apart by that guy's words, right? If you really

believe that I failed to inherit that power, isn't it too early for jumping to

conclusions!? --I am the strongest!"

Hearing Godou's spell words, Melqart went "Hmm" and entered a stance.

"Brat, you've usurped his blade -- the brilliant golden sword!?"

"Yes! Behold the words of this incantation, both eloquent and powerful. I

am the sword of wisdom, that which tears foes apart. I am the strongest,

for I am the one holding all victory in my hands. I shall smash through all

enemies in my way!"

Turning into Verethragna's final incarnation, Godou unleashed the golden

sword.

Flashing light gradually flooded the surroundings.

"Melqart is a god born in the ancient Middle East. Baal is his true name. He

was originally the [Sky] -- the god worshiped by primitive nomadic tribes

who tended to sheep and lived upon them. In ancient times, people viewed

this god as the infinite unbounded sky itself!"

Several tiny spheres of light manifested in response to these words.

At first there were only ten or so, but very soon their numbers multiplied.

Each and every one of them was brilliantly golden in color.

This was the [Sword] indeed. The god-severing golden blade.

"Central Asian nomadic tribes -- such as the Mongolians, also deified the

[Sky] in a similar manner. However, Baal, and equivalently, Melqart

belongs to the Middle East... A god born in the land of the orient. He is not

simply a god of the sky, for he has one greatest attribute. Namely, the god

of the [Rainy Season]!"

The ultimate identity of the god before him. The surrounding brightness

increased as he continued to chant -- before he knew it there were over a

thousand flashing spheres of light hovering all around Godou.

Bright as the countless stars that fill the night sky, it was like a sparkling

galaxy.

"In the land of the Middle East where the dry and the rainy seasons are

distinct and separate, 'storms' only arrive during the rainy season.

Accompanied by the raging wind of cyclones and land sinking from the

pouring rain, lightning descends from the sky. Nevertheless, because

storms bring rainwater -- without the benefits brought by this water, plants

and animals, and even humans would certainly fail to survive. Though your

'storms' cause the death of many, it is also the nourishment of life!"

'Hmph -- true words. I am the storm of the rainy season. The god who

embodies both blessing and destruction from the sky!'

Melqart yelled.

'Now I shall test the results of your sword forged from words of wisdom. O

Wind, O Rain, O Thunder!'

These too, were spell words.

Like the ones used by Godou, they were words carrying power.

'By Melqart's true name of Baal Hadad, I summon! O Storm, listen to the

calls of the cloud rider, make haste and come!"

Melqart's muscular body dissociated to become violent wind. Furthermore,

hundreds of flashes of lightning were fired in all directions.

"You are the sky god of storms worshiped by the nomadic tribes. These

people soon started to engage agricultural settlers who worshiped gods of

the land and the sea, eventually subjugating them with overwhelming

military might!"

'Kukuku... The weak should bow down to the strong. This is the truth of the

world!'

"The gods of the land and the sea worshiped by farmers who lived in

villages and towns, were indeed symbolized by the sacred beast, the

[Dragon]. Hence, Baal, and equivalently Melqart, is the hunter of dragons!"

Emulating Verethragna, Godou spoke profound words. All this was for the

sake of making the sword sharper and more effective.

"Becoming the enemy of settled peoples, you took on the appearance of a

savage giant who vanquished dragons. Thereafter, the coarse savage

began ruling as [King], as tyrannical as the storms. This is Baal, or in other

words, Melqart's true nature!"

Godou yelled out the origins of the sky god before him and began

manipulating the [Sword].

A portion of the golden light flew around its user, dancing haphazardly. The

raging wind which should have blown Godou away was sliced apart,

disappearing instantly.

The lightning and thunder that should have burnt Godou to a crisp, were

also annihilated a hair's breadth away from him, leaving only the distinctive

odors of ions.

"I am the strongest bearer of victory. Obstructions, be dismissed from my

path!"

This time, Godou chanted Verethragna's scripture in order to attack.

Several dozen golden lights flew towards Melqart, aiming to slice apart the

god's main body.

'Tsk!'

Fifteen-meter-tall Melqart took a flying leap. Despite his massive body, he

was truly worthy of his title as the king of storms. As the wielder of agile

wind and keen thunder, he dodged the spheres of light most splendidly.

Melqart proceeded to hover in the sky, shouting majestically.

'Very well, god-slayer! I too shall call upon my weapons to engage you who

has drawn your sword. O Yagrush, O Ayamur, the cloud rider Baal

summons you two!'

Responding to his commands, the magic club Yagrush flew out of empty

space. Following in succession, the one flying out from the thunderclouds

was naturally Ayamur.

These were the sacred weapons of Baal that had sent Godou to his grave

the day before.

"Damn it... As expected, I can't win that easily!"

Godou smacked his lips. Melqart knew very well. When an enemy

performs a threatening attack, one would be forced to concentrate on

defense. If the god of storms fell for that, Godou would calmly attack with

the [Sword] and slice through the enemy along with the defensive barrier.

Hence, he did the opposite.

Not only did he eschew defense, Melqart went for offense instead. This in

turn made Godou aware of his own need to defend.

'Yagrush the Chaser, Ayamur the Driver! Charging swiftly, flying swiftly,

sweep everything away!'

"Evildoers shall never triumph over me! Tremble before the greatness of

my strength!"

In order to control their respective loyal weapons, god and god-slayer

chanted spell words simultaneously.

Part 5

Under Erica Blandelli's careful gaze, the battle was gradually approaching

a climax.

'By my renown as the lion-hunting and dragon-slaying hero, I hereby

command, fly across the sky!'

Melqart chanted spell words and brandished his weapons. Namely, violent

wind and lightning.

With hurricane force, powerful gusts of wind rampaged and swept across

Palermo's shore. Whether made of stone or steel-reinforced concrete,

buildings creaked noisily under the strain. Cars parked on the roadside

were blown tumbling while boats and ships moored at the pier were

washed into the sea.

Furthermore, lightning continually shot out from the dark clouds,

incinerating the land.

The next target of the raging wind and lightning, was naturally Kusanagi

Godou. Like a massive tidal wave crashing down upon him, the wind and

thunder rushed towards the youth who commanded thousands of star-like

lights.

However, these spheres of light surrounding Godou did not lose to the

raging wind and lightning.

Sparkling gems of light -- the [Sword] born from Verethragna's spell words

flew around nimbly, tracing out radiant trails in the air.

Sliced by the brilliant spheres, the storm was instantly neutralized,

returning to calm serenity.

The thunder was eviscerated in the same manner, and the temperature

and impact of the lightning was rendered equally harmless.

The [Sword] successfully sealed away Melqart's authority. On further

thought, these light spheres numbered over a thousand. Properly arranged

into a defensive formation, they should be almost impenetrable.

When a swordsman held perfect defensive capabilities, it was standard

procedure to patiently search for openings in the attacking side. Waiting for

the attacker's momentum to subside, and for attacks to wear out. But in the

current situation, the presence of Yagrush and Ayamur did not allow

Godou to do that.

The first club, Yagrush, was enveloped in gales.

Flying up, down, left, right, freely across the four cardinal directions, it

attacked from all sides and angles like raging wind, trying to snipe Godou

from a spot where the sword formation of light could not defend.

The second club, Ayamur, was shrouded in lightning.

Rapidly descending towards Godou in a straight line, it gave off intense

heat like burning charcoal. Though its attack trajectory was simple and

direct, it travelled extremely quickly, with lightning speed no matter how

you looked at it.

"By these words of truth, I bestow protection upon myself. Know that I

cannot be vanquished!"

Feeling slightly anxious, Godou composed spell words once again,

desperately trying to endure.

Using several dozen spheres of the [Sword], Godou sealed off the path of

Yagrush and its accompanying gales descending from behind, intending to

overwhelm and slice it to pieces. However, the wind and the club soon

penetrated the blades of light and returned to the sky.

Immediately after that, Ayamur came flying like lightning, prompting Godou

to attempt to eliminate it with a counterattack.

However, it too failed to be sliced. Instead, Ayamur was deflected by the

[Sword] and sent flying back like a tennis ball which had been struck by a

racquet.

"Guh--!"

Yagrush and Ayamur's offensive powers transcended ordinary wind and

thunder.

Godou endured it all. The weapon he controlled was not a real sword but a

magical blade constructed from spell words.

"...Perhaps a Campione's authority manifests in a form that is most natural

for the possessor to control."

Erica murmured to herself. The Eastern European Devil King, Marquis

Voban, started out completely unversed in martial arts and magic, just like

Godou. Nevertheless, he fought like a ferocious beast by summoning

packs of demonic wolves using his [Legion of Hungry Wolves] authority,

even turning himself into a wolf.

That took place in the first half of the nineteenth century.

At the time, there existed mercenary teams of magi who relied on flame

magic and the latest firearms and weaponry to obtain great firepower. They

were active as soldiers in the special forces of various powerful nations.

And the one who exterminated them all, was Marquis Voban during his

days as a youth.

In addition, a mysterious war god had descended somewhere in Europe

during that time.

In order to slaughter the god's sacred forces, the Marquis had gathered his

own demonic army under his command.

Nicknamed the "King of Wisdom," the elderly Campione repeatedly

engaged in intense and bloody battles against his peers. It was a legend

established in a matter of years by a vagabond youth.

Currently, Erica could very well be witnessing the opening scene of a

similar story.

As the protagonist of the current story, Godou was desperately defending

against Melqart's attacks. However, signs of anxiety could be seen from

the side of his face. It was perfectly clear from his expression.

As much as she wished to deny it, perhaps certain bonds were solidifying

between the two of them for some reason.

Precisely because of this, right?

Without any other choice, she had undertaken the ritual of [Instruction]

together with him. In response to Godou's demands, Erica had immersed

herself in the required behavior. Simply recalling the event was enough to

make her cheeks hot.

"It was a mistake that happened in the heat of the moment due to those

circumstances. Regardless, as the one who became the seventh

Campione, he is not a man suitable for Erica Blandelli..."

As Erica grumbled to herself, she focused her attention on the battle once

more.

With many dangerously close encounters, Godou continued to defend

against Melqart's wind and thunder as well as the attacks conducted by

Yagrush and Ayamur. However, Erica was certain.

He was getting anxious after all. In addition, he seemed to be hesitating

over something--!

The instant she realized, Erica had already summoned Cuore di Leone into

her right hand.

At the same time, her surcoat also manifested and wrapped around her.

This sacred protective garment, patterned with rossonero stripes, was only

allowed to be worn by great knights of the [Copper Black Cross].

"Clearly you are already a god-slayer, but why do you still keep bringing

trouble to others!?"

For some reason, Erica actually felt happy about this.

The gales and thunder on the battlefield were as turbulent as whitewater

rapids. Nevertheless, she advanced towards the youth in the very center.

Even if she could not reach his side, it was sufficient as long as she could

get within hearing distance.

The brave smile of a lioness flashed spectacularly across her face for an

instant.

"As expected of a god, this won't be easy to finish..."

Godou muttered to himself.

Were Melqart's attacks limited to wind and lightning, defending would not

be too difficult. But Yagrush and Ayamur, lying in wait using the storm for

cover, were truly terrifying. It was completely impossible to predict when or

where the two magic clubs would suddenly attack.

'Chaser and Driver, pursue with all your might! May the ocean be exiled,

and even the sea currents crushed!'

Melqart stood upright within the storm, composing spell words.

In response to his summons, wind and thunder sprang into action, as

Yagrush and Ayamur continued to fly in the sky.

To protect himself from the attacks of the two clubs, Godou kept using the

[Sword] for defense.

His manner of control was completely self-styled. As Yagrush came flying

in a circular trajectory -- this could be considered the "ball" while the

numerous blades of light acted as the "glove."

Vivid images of catching penetrating batted balls surfaced in memory.

Thus, the [Sword] moved swiftly and blocked Yagrush splendidly.

Immediately, lightning-powered Ayamur flew with amazing speed.

This recalled impressions of batting against pitches of strong fastballs.

Similarly, the [Sword] spectacularly struck the lightning-speed club

squarely, sending it rebounding with a clang.

"Well, it's not too different from baseball after all..."

Godou knew this was simply his nonsensical comparison, but it turned out

to be surprisingly effective. However, another emerging problem could not

be ignored. The blades of spell words were gradually decreasing in

number.

It was like a bladed tool which dulled with each use--!

At the beginning, there were roughly a thousand spheres of light, but now

only about half remained. He definitely had to switch to offense before all

the light spheres disappeared.

However, Melqart was also initiating even more intense assaults. Raging

wind and lighting began a boisterous dance. Furthermore, Yagrush and

Ayamur which hounded Godou towards his demise, were attacking with

ever increasing ferocity.

Godou understood he was being cornered.

Don't panic, there's still room left to maneuver. Now was the time to find a

way to counterattack. Godou suppressed his anxiety and tried to convince

himself. However, there was yet another problem.

The authority Godou had usurped from Verethragna should be the [Ten

Incarnations]. But once used, each incarnation became temporarily

unavailable.

If his tactics required using another incarnation to break out of the current

situation, it meant abandoning the iron defense provided by the [Sword]!

"Kukuku... Your [Sword] sure is troublesome, brat!"

Also, Melqart was laughing loudly as he spoke.

"Yagrush and Ayamur are the divine artifacts forged by the god of

[3]craftsmen, Kothar-wa-Khasis. These weapons which I wield, are also

infused with that god's divine qualities! Hence, the spell words you brat has

prepared -- the spell words meant for slicing Melqart only cannot sever

them!"

So that was the reason! Godou was immensely surprised, then he nodded.

Unbelievable indeed. He had wondered why it took so much effort to

deflect Yagrush and Ayamur when the [Sword] clearly dispelled wind and

lightning without issue.

"If the true wielder Verethragna was here instead, he would have added

the spell words for slaying Kothar-wa-Khasis and broken my weapons like

he did during our previous battle. Hoho... That must be beyond your limits,

brat!"

Melqart's observation of his immaturity invaded Godou's heart with anxiety.

There was still a way to reverse the tides of battle. However, abandoning

the [Sword] felt rather frightening. Continuing to fight without it would be

quite difficult. What should he do!?

Just at that moment, he heard Erica shouting.

"Godou! I don't know what you're hesitating about, but please go ahead!"

She was clad in the familiar red and black cape, magic sword in hand.

"Charging forward in a duel leads to a knight's victory! It is fine to fear the

enemy, but if you stop moving forward because you fear failure, only death

awaits you!"

As if trying not to lose her voice in the storm, Erica yelled desperately.

"Have no fear. You still have me, Erica Blandelli! So what if your opponent

is a [Heretic God]? Before you collapse exhausted, I will protect you! So go

on and advance forward! You -- will definitely not lose, right?"

Godou's entire body reawakened the heat he had felt when his lips were

intimately locked with Erica's.

That's right. If I falter now, I will break my promise. Also I've forgotten. I still

have a "partner" here who could very well be my goddess of victory!

"I am the strongest, crushing all who stand in my way!"

Godou yelled out spell words, infusing the [Sword] with magical power.

Through this battle, he had managed to learn how to control magical

power.

"For Verethragna's glorious victory, O Sword, slay all evildoers!"

He accelerated all of the remaining golden brilliance of the [Sword]. After

all, since its numbers were gradually decreasing, it would be best to make

effective use while there was still sufficient sharpness. Thanks to Erica,

Godou was able to act decisively.

"Disregard Yagrush and Ayamur! Target Melqart's storm -- Eliminate it!"

The [Sword]'s hundreds of lights that had been shining in Godou's

surroundings like stars up until now, now moved all at once.

Arching across the sky like a shooting star at night, it sliced apart giant

Melqart's abdomen.

'Guh -- uwaaaah!"

Screaming, Melqart crashed down from the stormy skies.

Nevertheless, this wound from the sword was still far from fatal. The violent

giant god twisted and turned his body in an unsightly manner, but

managed to land on his feet. Still, Godou did not despair.

He already knew. This [Sword] was not powerful enough for a death blow.

Instead, its true value lay in its situational adaptability and unified

combination of offense and defense.

For example, even though it could not slay Melqart, the [Sword] was able

to eliminate his [Storms] authority, temporarily rendering it powerless--

As a result of this slicing attack, the sword Godou created had completely

disappeared.

In exchange, the storm and lightning were completely pacified.

Thunderclouds immediately scattered, revealing the sunny blue sky.

Temporarily, Melqart was no longer the [God of Storms]. Even though he

would probably recover in half a day or a few hours, the troublesome

[Storms] authority should be sealed for now.

'How infuriating! Nevertheless, I still have these two possessions. O

Yagrush, O Ayamur, take that god-slayer--"

Melqart readied his stance and yelled. However, Godou had already taken

the next step.

"So says Lord Mithra. The sinful shall be met with justice. May spines be

crushed, may bones be broken, tendons torn; hair, brains, and blood

mingled and trampled together with the earth."

Spell words naturally flowed from his mouth to suit the situation.

Furthermore, the dark beast hidden in his heart cried out in delight.

"I am the one unblunted and unapproachable! By Lord Mithra's command,

you shall find ruination at the hands of the beast!"

As soon as Godou finished reciting the scripture of destruction...

Pitch-black darkness suddenly manifested beside Melqart.

This dark shadow, spewing crimson flames, took on the form of a [Boar]

within the blink of an eye.

The incarnation of the [Boar] that could only be used with the intent of

demolishing a massive target. Roughly 20m in length, its vigorous and

strongly built body was covered with pitch-black fur. In addition, its two

tusks protruded forward like sharp spears.

For the sake of trampling Melqart to death, Godou had summoned the

ferocious divine beast!

Part 6

With that, the battle situation completely changed.

Until this moment, it had been a wild tango between wind, thunder and

blades of light filling the sky, a most extraordinary shooting match. But

now, it became a direct confrontation between a majestic giant and a black

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beast, like a fight scene in a special effects presentation.'O Yagrush, O Ayamur, return to my hands!'

ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAR!!

Howling, the giant and the ferocious gigantic beast engaged in a head on

fight.

The beautiful seaside streets of the ancient Sicilian capital stood as the

backdrop to the battlefield.

Displaying his skills as a fearless warrior, Melqart wielded Yagrush in his

right hand with Ayamur in his left. Swinging his heavy clubs as swiftly as

the wind, he attacked ferociously with lightning speed.

In turn, the [Boar] dodged the attacks with keen and nimble movements.

It, too, displayed speed incommensurate with its gigantic body. This was

indeed a wild beast's swiftness, evading enemy attacks with suave motions

then gearing up for a charging strike.

The [Boar] was truly amazing. The exceptionally terrifying charge of a boar.

Noisily kicking against the ground (more accurately it was the road), it

dashed on a violent collision course with explosive speed. Its two

spear-like tusks smashed towards Melqart's body.

Melqart attacked in return.

Spinning his magic clubs for a counterattack, he jumped sideways to

evade and wrapped his arms around the [Boar]'s neck in a wrestling-style

grapple.

Nevertheless, the [Boar] had not lost yet.

The counterattacking clubs violently struck the divine beast's pitch black

head with a loud crash.

The [Boar] endured the impact with its sturdy boar skull and gigantic body,

continuing to charge. Though Melqart's clubs were not shattered in the

collision, they were sent flying back. Flying high in the sky, the weapons

immediately returned to their master's hands.

Melqart once again attempted a wrestling hold, but the [Boar] twisted its

black gigantic body and struggled free.

The tides of battle swayed back and forth. However, both participants

seemed immensely excited.

'Kukuku... Very well. Long it has been, since my blood boiled with such

excitement! Truly, only this sort of battle provides any satisfaction! Give me

all you've got!'

The ancient Phoenician divine king laughed with exhilaration and cast off

his only piece of presentable attire, flinging the mantle away. Clad in a

leather breastplate, loincloth and sandals, he would be better described as

an uncouth savage rather than a king.

In response, the [Boar] also roared in a conspicuously excited voice.

ROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAR!

'Fuyaaaaaaaaah!"

With every roar, destruction was wrought to the surroundings.

Melqart launched Yagrush and Ayamur at the same time. In order to dodge

this attack, the [Boar] pounced ferociously and collided with the sky god's

giant body.

Having lost their target, the two magic clubs demolished several buildings

instead.

Melqart flexed the bulging muscles all over his body and caught the

[Boar]'s charge with cries of 'Oomph!' while being pushed back by the

seemingly unstoppable momentum. With the sound of noisy clattering,

stylish houses of stone were crushed in their wake.

But Melqart then grabbed the [Boar], picking it up and throwing its massive

body onto the road. Cars and trucks parked there were swept into the

turmoil and sent flying.

"T-They've gone into the streets. This is really out of control!"

"The residents have all evacuated. How fortunate."

Godou and Erica watched the destruction of the beautiful Sicilian streets

facing the sea.

The two of them distanced themselves from the main road where the

intense close quarters battle was taking place and moved into the yacht

harbor near the sea. As a side note, of the dozens of yachts normally

moored there, almost all of them had already been washed away by the

storm just now.

Nevertheless, distancing themselves from the battle did not mean they

were safe.

"Look over at the sea, Godou!"

Prompted by Erica's warning, Godou was rendered speechless by what he

saw over the sea. Not only was the horizon enshrouded by black mist, this

mist was also advancing inland from the sea with frightening speed.

'God-slayer! Battling your underling has brought me much joy!'

Melqart's booming voice came from the main road.

'But let's not forget about you. Since you have unleashed a divine beast, it

is only fitting for me to call forth my servants.'

The black mist had already reached within ten-odd meters of the pier.

An unpleasant buzzing troubled the ears. Was this the sound of wings?

Godou figured it out. That was no mist -- it was a swarm of locusts!

This mist gathered massive numbers of locusts, a swarm hundreds of

thousands strong.

"I get it now. Melqart can command locusts. Now that I recall, he did that

on Sardinia too."

Excessively large swarms of locusts would devour crops and bring

famine--

Before modern times, these pests frequently appeared in swarms with

sizes on the order of ten billion. If the current hundreds of thousands of

locusts fed on them, Godou and Erica would be dead for sure. But now

that the [Sword] was no longer available, Godou had no weapon to protect

them.

In that case, Melqart must be defeated before that insect swarm arrived!

"The bearer of sharp tusks! Killing with one stroke, trampling foes to dust!"

Godou infused the [Boar] with all his magical power. The divine beast's

enormous body became covered with blue flames and began to burn

intensely.

'Oh? Trying to settle the match now? Most amusing!'

Melqart greatly flexed his bulging mighty muscles in turn.

Crossing the magic clubs Yagrush and Ayamur before him in an X-shape,

he prepared a stance to receive the attack. On the other hand, the [Boar],

burning with blue flames, charged forward at full speed.

With speed like lightning.

In addition, sonic waves were created by the giant galloping body, sending

surrounding buildings and vehicles flying. The [Boar] unleashed the

greatest power it had ever displayed. Be that as it may, Godou realized he

was too naive.

To think Melqart happened to see through the [Boar]'s ridiculous charge,

and nimbly jumped back into the sky to evade.

Up until now, Melqart had been "using strength in response to strength."

This befitted his image of the savage warrior, thereby causing Godou to be

misled by preconceptions, thinking he would continue to respond using the

same tactics.

But at this critical decisive moment, Melqart flew as light as the wind to

evade the [Boar]'s attack.

Hence, the black divine beast continued charging forward, smashing

violently into the great gate behind its prey.

That was the Porta Felice.

A massive stone-built gate with intricate carvings.

Even though it was called a gate, in actual fact it was a sixteenth century

structure better described as two towers standing on opposite sides of the

road.

In days past, this was considered the entrance to the city of Palermo from

the harbor.

Struck by the charging massive body, the gates were naturally demolished.

'Hahahaha! Immature as expected, god-slayer. Sticking your neck out like

this before you clearly discern your opponent's power!'

Hovering high in the air, Melqart ridiculed as he launched Yagrush and

Ayamur.

ROOOOOAAAAAAAAAR!

For the very first time, Godou heard the [Boar] screaming in pain. After

being dealt heavy blows in the head by the first club and in the back by the

second, the divine beast lay sprawled on the ground.

Melqart landed majestically beside it, his giant body appearing to be

unrealistically light.

Meanwhile, the [Boar] desperately tried to get up but could not. Its black

front legs scratching noisily against the road surface, its struggles were in

vain. The damage inflicted by Yagrush and Ayamur just now was too

severe.

Furthermore, the hundreds of thousands of locusts had already reached

the pier where Godou and Erica were located.

Whenever these pests appeared in great numbers, they became great

disasters that could bring countries to ruin. Using their tiny but sharp jaws,

they would devour all vegetation from fertile fields.

In addition, this massive swarm of locusts was being commanded by

Melqart.

This insect swarm of death embodied his aspect as a god of destruction.

Whether iron or concrete, everything targeted would be devoured in

entirety.

How could this crisis be overcome!? Just as Godou's back was drenched

in cold sweat...

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"Eli Eli lama sabachthani? Oh Lord, why hast thou forsaken me?"Erica raised her voice and chanted.

This was her trump card, the spell words she had used during the battle

against Verethragna.

"O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night

season, and am not silent. But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the

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praises of Israel!"These were apparently the Golgotha spell words. It was said that Jesus

expressed his despair and praised God the Father through this song of

demise just before his execution.

Godou could feel his surroundings filled with the terrifying "aura" of anguish

and despair.

"O my strength, haste thee to help me! I will declare thy name unto my

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brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee."When weapons were infused with the Golgotha spell words, even gods

could be harmed--

Before the battle against Verethragna, Erica had mentioned once.

Then surely this was it. Just as Godou imagined, Erica raised the magic

sword Cuore di Leone towards the sky. With its slender and beautiful silver

blade like a work of art, the sword absorbed the Golgotha spell words.

Furthermore, Erica's chanting of spell words did not end there.

"For the sake of maintaining order in Rome, the Senate decreed the

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suspension of imperium! Senatus consultum ultimum, hereby decreed!"She proceeded to deploy the strongest defensive magic.

Infused with the Golgotha spell words, Cuore di Leone changed from a

magic sword into the form of a chain. Coiling around like a great serpent, it

traced out a spiral trail around Godou and Erica.

Transformed into a spiraling magical chain, it stood upright like an

impenetrable iron fortress.

This should protect them from the giant swarm of locusts!

Arranged in a spiral, the chain was shrouded in blue-white lightning.

Accompanied by noisy explosions of sparks, the biting locusts were all

repelled.

"I will endure for now but it can't be sustained for long. Godou, please

defeat Melqart before my barrier breaks!"

"Uh yeah."

Given their desperately unfavorable conditions, to think Erica would even

talk about reversal.

Nevertheless, Godou nodded at her words. There were no viable options

other than that.

"So, how long can you endure for...?"

"As much as I'd like to say forever, considering they are servants

summoned directly by a god, at the current numbers -- two minutes should

be the limit? Even though it works as a trump card against those of

Bianchi's caliber, the current situation is on a completely different level."

Erica's tone of voice was very calm.

However, she was probably pretending. With mere minutes remaining,

moreover with her life entrusted to someone else, it should be impossible

to maintain composure.

As Godou silently stared at her, Erica displayed a fearless smile.

But just as he suspected, she lacked a little of her usual glamor and it felt a

little forced.

"I am not the type to plan out my life to the last detail. Nevertheless, having

my life cut short at this young age would truly be unexpected. My future,

Erica Blandelli's, may I entrust it to you?"

This beautiful girl had already become Godou's closest relation, more

important than anyone else apart from family.

Godou forced himself to rouse his spirits. In that case, he had no choice

but to act. The fate of this city of Palermo, and even Erica's life, all

depended on him.

Hence, he could not give up. Stop wavering over this or that, just rush

forward powered by spirit!

"Yeah, I will stay by your side even to the grave. Leave everything to me."

"Wow, how rare it is to actually hear reliable words from you. Then I shall

believe in you -- Ah, just to be safe, I must clarify beforehand!"

Erica suddenly cried out as if she had realized certain meanings.

"When I talked about entrusting my future to you, I didn't mean anything

special, okay? Definitely nowhere analogous to 'for better, for worse, for

richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death us do part' or

anything like that! Are you clear on that!?"

"Uh yeah. Of course. That notion couldn't possibly have occurred to me,

right?"

As the two conversed, the mist-like swarm of locusts gathered, trying to

attack them.

Blocking them was the spiral barrier of the chain which gave off electrical

shock and heat.

Meanwhile, located on the main road were Melqart who had landed and

the captured [Boar]. Nonchalantly, the divine king sent swift and fierce

kicks into the back of the giant beast that lay sprawling on the ground.

Uwooooooooooooooh! The [Boar]'s grievous roars resounded all around.

'Hoo... Isn't this a fitting end, divine beast! Prepare to die!'

Melqart declared as he landed vicious punches and kicks on the [Boar].

The black divine beast curled its legs as it lay on the ground. It did this to

protect its soft underbelly and endured Melqart's attacks with its back.

Then the divine king summoned his two clubs that had been flying in the

air. Brandishing Yagrush in his left hand and Ayamur in his right, he started

a new round of ever fiercer attacks on the [Boar]'s back.

His entire body bulging with muscles, the half-naked man tormented the

struggling beast--

Such savagery was evocative of a Stone Age hunting scenario.

Melqart did not even throw Godou a single glance. He could not be that

careless and complacent, right? But in any case, currently trapped by this

swarm of locusts, Godou was facing a desperate crisis on his own end of

things.

Under such conditions, how could Melqart be defeated!?

Godou desperately searched his mind. However, it seemed like a fruitless

waste of time.

"Only thirty seconds left until the limit. You'd better be prepared, Godou!"

Erica finally announced that time was running out.

The spiral chain protected them from the massive swarm of locusts that

were like a cloud. However, cracks were starting to appear all over the

chain, and its imminent shattering was plain to see.

Godou at this time, decided to embrace his fate with open arms -- he had

done everything he could possibly do.

Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his shoulders. There was nothing to be

anxious about. Pondering in these most final of final moments, he shifted

his gaze.

Quietly, he looked up at the sky. Previously, his view of the sky above had

been obscured by the spiral chain and the swarm of locusts.

The sun that he had not seen for days, was clearly shining with such

brilliant radiance... The sun?

Come to think of it--

Warlord Verethragna was the heavenly child of the sun. A fact that he had

forgotten completely. It was precisely by stealing his flames using the

[Secret Tome of Prometheus] that Godou was able to make his final attack

to defeat the god.

"If that's the case, that must naturally be amongst the ten incarnations,

right?"

He understood the instant he noticed the fact. The sacred beast that

carried the sun's radiance.

Furthermore, there was no issue with usage conditions. Godou nodded.

"As befitted a god of justice... The only permitted targets of the [White

Stallion] are great sinners who have brought suffering to the people."

"Eh? What's going on?"

"I'll explain to you later. But before that..."

Sustaining the spiral chain, Erica questioned with a murmur.

Keeping the answer for later, Godou turned his attention to the battle

between the two giant bodies.

He transmitted his intentions to the [Boar] which was being kicked and

pounded fiercely by Melqart like a punching bag.

--Beaten up like this, can you hold on further?

If you can do that, I will surely vanquish your enemy.

In that very instant, Godou understood.

The [Boar]'s eyes seemed to be saying "Don't underestimate me" as they

flashed brilliantly. Even though the black divine beast was lying on the

ground on its last breath, it still bit Melqart in the ankle.

'Hahahaha! How terribly feeble, where has your spirit from just now gone

off to!?'

Even though he was bitten, Melqart laughed as if it completely did not hurt.

Furthermore, he used his free leg to kick the [Boar]'s face. The black divine

beast could no longer endure and fell backwards, releasing the ankle it had

been biting.

'Praiseworthy are you, wild beast! You have done well, facing Melqart in

battle. Kukuku, long it has been since I last hunted, it is truly exhilarating to

exert myself and toil with sweat!'

Melqart threw down Yagrush and Ayamur.

Using his strong arms to wrap around the [Boar]'s torso, he lifted it high like

a wooden bucket -- pouring forth all his strength. Purely with arm strength,

he crushed his enemy's spine. This would be called a bear hug in

wrestling.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! The [Boar] screamed loudly and

tragically.

This was the moment Godou had been waiting for, when Melqart was

exerting his entire body's strength to send the divine beast to its grave.

Seizing this opportunity to attack, he would prevent Melqart from evading

as before!

"For victory, hasten forth before me... O Immortal Sun, I beseech thee to

grant radiance to the stallion. O Stallion that moveth godlike with wondrous

grace, bringest forth the halo of thy master--"

Words that came forth from his mouth like mutterings at first.

In the end, they were recited sonorously as if they concealed a sun within

them.

Under Godou's gaze as he chanted, the [Boar] lost its form and dissipated

like mist. In order to switch incarnations to the [White Stallion], it could no

longer be sustained.

The white stallion, which acted as the sun's transport, was Verethragna's

third incarnation.

East of Godou and Erica's location -- on the horizon across the sea,

appeared golden brilliance.

A second sun.

During times of dawn, the sun rising in the east would illuminate the land

with a rosy color. Now, the same glorious and dazzling radiance was

shining at Palermo from across the Mediterranean.

Then the second sun released a "white spear of light."

Stellar atmospheres would occasionally erupt with explosions known as

flares. The incarnation of the [White Stallion] was the ultimate technique

which shot out white flames from the eastern sky equivalent to solar flares.

Naturally, the target was Melqart whose great storm had tormented the

populace.

'Nugaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!'

Flying from the eastern sky, the brilliant spear of solar flare streaked

across the heavens. Shrouded in apocalyptic white conflagration, this time

it was the sky god's turn to emit cries of pain.

In a fully ready state, Melqart might have been able to defend against

these flames.

But just as expected, he could hardly accomplish that in his bear hug

posture.

Sparks fell down upon Godou as he nodded.

Melqart was visible amidst the scorching white flames of conflagration.

Godou issued the command "Come!"

"Erica, release the chains. Jump into the sea!"

"--Yes, acknowledged!"

His "partner" immediately responded to his sudden orders.

The descending sparks were all dying embers, but Melqart's locusts were

instantly incinerated on contact and vaporized.

Watching this unfold, Erica released the spiral chain.

At the same time, she and Godou ran at full speed towards the sea. A

portion of the locusts attempted to pursue, but were blocked by sparks and

combusted.

Immediately after the pair had leaped into the Bay of Palermo--

The [White Stallion]'s apocalyptic conflagration that was incinerating

Melqart like a furnace, spread all the way to the yacht harbor where Godou

and Erica had been staying just now. In an instant, the great swarm of

locusts was completely vaporized, tens of thousands at a time.

Part 7

It took so long before the fire completely subsided -- Godou had been

secretly worrying.

As befitted something produced from an authority. These phenomena,

ridiculous beyond belief, vanished after a mere ten-odd minutes.

Furthermore, no leftover heat remained where the incineration had taken

place.

Godou floated back to near the yacht harbor.

The gentle touch of the mild breeze caressing his face was like the

Mediterranean spring. Compared to the hot winds blowing forth from scene

of the blazing furnace, it was like the difference between heaven and hell.

Godou nodded in agreement as Erica signaled to him with her eyes as she

floated beside him.

Having made their decision, they returned to the shore.

"What should I say, this is quite terrifying..."

"Let me make this clear beforehand, this was virtually all of your own

doing."

Erica offered her commentary as Godou exclaimed.

This was the main road that extended across the shore of the

Mediterranean. Rather fitting for this Sicilian ancient capital on the seaside,

it used to be a peaceful street where people had always lived in happiness

amidst the clear blue sky and ocean.

However--

There were numerous cases of steel-frame or stone-built structures, as

well as road asphalt, with signs of scorching from the solar flare. Those still

retained their basic forms. Nevertheless, their outlines were uneven like

glass which had melted and re-solidified.

Naturally, flammable objects such as trees on the roads were completely

wiped out.

The tourist attraction of Porta Felice which acted as the entrance to Corso

Vittorio Emanuele and had just been damaged by the [Boar], had now

completely collapsed.

"Even if someone said that a fragment of the sun had descended upon

here a hundred years ago, it would still be possible someone might believe

that..."

After witnessing the results of using his divine power, Godou clutched his

head in his arms.

What on earth have I done? Feelings of shame and regret overwhelmed

him like raging waves of the ocean. The only fortunate thing was that

Melqart and the massive swarm of locusts had been destroyed--

Just at that instant, Godou's entire body suddenly experienced intense

heat and shock, and then he was blown away.

Damaged as if he had just been struck by a tank round. No good, I can't

stand anymore, nor can I lift a finger. Slowly, his consciousness began to

fade.

Don't die at least, I'll have to rely on the [Ram]...

It had only been mere days since he became a Campione, but thanks to

experiencing real combat many times, Godou had already familiarized

himself with the use of his authority.

"Could this be Your Highness -- King Melqart!?"

What had just struck Godou suddenly was the flying club Ayamur.

Earlier on, the club had been sized in proportion for giant Melqart to wield,

but now it had shrunk to dimensions for a normal human's use--

Erica looked in shock at the direction from where the club had come flying.

A ball of thunder was hovering over Via Cala which was half-melted by the

white solar flare. Noisily giving off weak blue-white sparks, it was a sphere

of plasma.

Erica realized. Just now, the [White Stallion] had not defeated Melqart

completely!

Apparently he had lost his material body, but his ectoplasm still survived--

'True... Indeed it is I. To think I would be defeated by the brat this time!'

The thunder replied with Melqart's voice and solemnity.

'Hmph, I don't know if my anger could be quelled by eliminating the war

god of the cheap little tricks. To think he would show such a foolish

opening. Whatever, even considering that failing, he has done rather

well...'

"Does Your Highness intend to kill Kusanagi Godou?"

Erica questioned the majestic god. Once again, she summoned the steel

of the lion, Cuore di Leone, in the form of the magic sword. If that was what

the divine king of storms intended, she would have no choice but to pit her

life against him...

'Indeed that is precisely my wish. Regrettably, that attack just now has

depleted my remaining strength. For now, I cannot do anything apart from

hovering like this in the air!'

Had the thunder possessed a material body, it probably would have

snorted with its nose.

The atmosphere was thick with anger and frustration.

'The sort of misbegotten fate which would bring us together for a future

rematch once my body is restored, does not exist between this brat and

me. Well, this time is my loss -- no, it is a draw!'

Changing his sentence midway clearly displayed the god's competitive and

defiant personality.

This was Melqart's verdict.

Erica relaxed her shoulders and felt relieved.

Even though he had lost his material body, he was still a god. Whether

fighting or running away from him, it would be rather difficult for Godou and

Erica who had no strength left to spare. A ceasefire would be the best

thing for now.

'So, I shall be gone. It is uncertain if fate shall cross our paths or when I

shall encounter that brat again in the future -- it will happen when it

happens. I will take care of the future properly!'

As the wind began to blow, the talking thunder flew off.

Left behind were Erica Blandelli and the young unconscious god-slayer. A

situation extremely similar to the one a few days ago.

Godou was sleeping in order to revive, with no one to protect him apart

from her.

Noticing this coincidence, Erica lifted and supported the sleeping youth's

head.

"...Well fought, Godou. This is now my reward bestowed to you. I will never

do this ever again, especially when you are conscious. So please, rest

properly for now."

As if trying not to disturb the youth's slumber, Erica spoke softly with gentle

tones as she served as his lap pillow.