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With a flick of its massive tail, the colossal Serpent Goddess, Leviathan, sent a blur of afterimages crashing towards Rama.
Boom!
Rama caught the tail, his arms wrapped around its immense girth. He heaved, attempting to lift the monstrous serpent for an over-the-shoulder throw.
In a flash, the serpent's form began to shrink, as if reverting to human form. But just as quickly, it expanded again, the enormous serpentine body of the Heretic God, Leviathan, reforming.
Anshera, in this fleeting shift, had recoiled her tail, dodging Rama's attack.
As Leviathan's form solidified, catching Rama off guard, the massive coils constricted around his comparatively small body. Anshera, in her serpentine form, opened her jaws, unleashing a torrent of emerald-green venomous flames onto the ensnared Rama.
A sizzling sound filled the air as the venomous flames corroded Leviathan's scales and Rama's armor. Anshera, seemingly unconcerned about the damage to her own body, continued to spew the corrosive flames, clearly intent on a mutual destruction.
"Guh... Aaargh!" Rama groaned in agony as the venomous flames washed over him.
Leviathan's massive serpentine eyes narrowed in pain, but her gaze held an unyielding madness. Rama, trapped and burning, was pushed to the brink of death by the desperate Heretic God.
"Brother..." a faint voice reached Rama's ears.
Hundreds of meters away, beside Guinevere, who held the holy sword, a flickering shadow appeared. It began to coalesce and spin, calling out to the "Last King, Rama."
"You are the last savior king to manifest in this world. The king of kings. The great hero with the noblest destiny. The tiger among men. Possessor of boundless glory and brilliant merit. The supreme Hero. Bearer of the highest blessings bestowed by a Thousand Gods!"
Hearing this extravagant praise, Rama was taken aback.
Through the emerald flames, he turned his head, staring at the holy sword in Guinevere's hands. At the same time, the shadow calling him "brother" began to take shape.
Its lower body remained a swirling vortex of shadows, but its upper body transformed into a pale-haired nobleman, identical in appearance to Rama. However, unlike his fair-skinned brother, his skin was tanned, as if by the sun.
The shadowy nobleman, his Upper Body Reinforced. roared, "Allow me to lend a hand!"
"Stop! Don't interfere!" Rama's eyes widened in horror as he shouted.
But his pleas, choked by the venomous flames, were in vain.
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The divine shadow reached out towards the holy sword. Just as it was about to grasp the hilt, Guinevere intervened.
The Holy Grail materialized, its golden magical energy transforming into eight colossal winged serpents. The eight serpents unleashed a torrent of golden dragon fire, engulfing the shadowy figure.
Tears welled up in Guinevere's eyes as she spoke, her voice choked with emotion. "My Lord said you are not allowed to interfere. Didn't you hear? Subordinate God."
"Aaaargh!!!" The divine shadow shrieked in agony as the golden dragon fire consumed it.
In moments, the shadow was reduced to ashes. Tears streamed down Guinevere's face as she bit her lip. Lifting her skirt, she curtsied towards Rama. Just as she was about to speak,
Rama suddenly roared, "Don't let your guard down!!!"
Hearing his warning, Lancelot immediately summoned his holy blade, thrusting it towards the ashes. But…
"Wh-what?" Guinevere frantically tried to control the winged serpents.
"Hehehe…"
Despite being reduced to ashes, the shadow continued to move, a low chuckle echoing from the remnants.
"I was born from the shadow of The Strongest steel. Even a fragment of me possesses the unyielding characteristic of immortality. Blame your divine ancestry!"
"Descendant of gods, I command you, block the holy sword!"
As the voice roared, the ashes coalesced into a grayish-black human arm.
Guinevere's eyes widened in terror. Her young body moved instinctively, stepping between the holy blade and the shadowy arm.
"My child!!!" Lancelot cried out in anguish.
The holy blade pierced Guinevere's body…
The grayish-black arm seized the opportunity, grasping the hilt of the holy sword and drawing it from its scabbard in one swift motion.
An instant later, a platinum light filled the Palace.
The Holy Grail slipped from Guinevere's grasp, radiating a brilliant platinum light that illuminated the night sky. The dazzling radiance was visible throughout the Far East.
The Holy Grail shattered, releasing a torrent of magical energy. The energy surged outwards like a spring overflowing, its platinum light filling the sky.
The light then descended upon Rama, the Last King, pouring into his body.
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An immense surge of magical energy coursed through Rama, instantly increasing his power a x100 compared to a typical Campione.
The wounds inflicted by the venomous flames began to heal. A brilliant platinum light emanated from the valiant hero's body, the light of salvation, the divine lightning.
Whenever Rama, in his complete form, suffered an injury that drew blood, his body would naturally emit divine lightning. Compared to the lightning attacks Lancelot conjured with his full power over the Authority of Thunder, Rama's magical energy was far greater, and thus, his divine lightning was far more potent.
In a flash, the Heretic God Leviathan, who had coiled around Rama, vanished, annihilated by the divine lightning.
The entire mountain range where the West Heaven Palace stood was leveled. Trees were obliterated, and all life within the forest was extinguished.
Witnessing this scene of devastation, Rama's face was etched with sorrow as he gazed at the destruction he had wrought. "Alas, a hero who cannot save lives is no hero at all!"
Rama tried to approach Guinevere, whose body had been pierced by the blade, but he stopped after a few steps.
A naked young girl fell from the sky, landing heavily beside Rama. It was the Divine Ancestor, Anshera aka Leviathan.
When the Holy Grail had shattered, her serpentine instincts had urged her to abandon her Heretic God form and revert to her god ancestor state, attempting to escape the divine lightning. But she had still been grazed by its power, blasted into the sky and grievously wounded, only now falling back to earth.
Anshera struggled, trying to crawl towards Rama.
After a moment of silence, Rama walked towards her.
Snap!
Anshera opened her jaws, biting down on Rama's foot with all her might.
Rama looked at her silently.
Hundreds of meters away, the shadowy arm slowly raised the holy sword.
A massive square magical formation appeared above it, a mandala, as it was known in India.
The square formation, about ten meters on each side, was divided into smaller grids, each depicting a different weapon.
The weapons within the grids glowed with a golden light, then transformed into countless bolts of divine lightning, raining down on Anshera.
At that moment, space itself tore open.
A hand, clenched into a fist, slammed into the mandala formation.
The fist shattered the formation and the divine lightning just as they were about to be unleashed.
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