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"Great incarnation of darkness, god of destruction! To the one who praises your virtues, Lakshmana, son of the King of Ten Chariots of Ayodhya, grants blessings!"
The pitch-black shadow was actually Lakshmana, Rama's half-brother. As Rama's subordinate God, he used secret arts to bear the myth's backlash, madness, in Rama's stead.
Therefore, Lakshmana bore twice the amount of madness, causing his will to become extremely deranged. He would stop at nothing to help Rama achieve salvation and was extremely obsessed with his brother.
He had killed his sister-in-law to monopolize his brother more than once or twice; more than half of Sita's suffering was caused by him.
Seeing Rama locked in a bitter struggle, the brother-obsessed Lakshmana naturally couldn't hold back. Being able to manipulate part of the Divine Sword of Salvation, he believed he had enough power to decide the outcome.
Ignoring Rama's angry shouts, he drew the Arrow of Destruction and, at extremely close range, forcefully threw it at Haru's head.
In the next instant after being thrown, the arrow imbued with the power of the god of destruction appeared before Haru.
Seeing that the situation was irreparable, Rama quickly raised his sword and slashed heavily at Haru's body.
Haru grinned maliciously. As the arrow was about to hit his head, he opened his mouth and bit down on the arrowhead of the Arrow of Destruction.
Crack!
His front teeth broke, but Haru clenched his broken jaws and forcibly bit down on the arrowhead.
The pitch-black destructive power attached to the arrow tried to invade Haru's body through his mouth, but to no avail. In his soul, the egg trembled slightly, and the destructive power was instantly annihilated.
With a sudden force from his upper and lower jaws, Haru spat out the arrow, spraying saliva everywhere. The arrow rapidly flew back toward Rama, hitting him as he was swinging the Divine Sword to slash at Haru.
The quiver tied to his back was knocked away by the huge impact, pulling Rama's body slightly and causing his movements to stall for a moment.
Seizing the opportunity, Haru flashed forward, took a step, and rushed into Rama's.
"It's over, Rama."
Rama's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to pull back the Divine Sword with both hands, intending to strike Haru's head with the hilt.
"I shall become steel!"
The Vimana flying in the sky began to fall slowly after losing Rama's power support, descending from a thousand meters high under the effect of gravity, producing intense friction with the air.
At this time, the Vimana had flown over the Pacific Ocean, and the city-sized massive craft was about to crash into the sea.
Athena and Brunhild stood silently in the distance watching the descent of the craft. Divine power surged over their bodies, and the authority of the Earth Goddess exerted its effect, neutralizing the Vimana's impact on the sea, allowing it to float smoothly on the surface.
Lancelot, holding Guinevere, rode on Pegasus. Guinevere, in his arms, anxiously searched for Rama's figure, and then she saw it.
Rama, pierced by Kasugano Haru wielding the Divine Sword of Salvation.
"Uncle!" Guinevere's pupils shrank, her urgent voice sounded, but before she could speak, Lancelot had already driven Pegasus toward Rama.
Invisible violent winds gathered over the sea surface. The Wind King appeared above the Vimana, veins bulging on his hands as he quickly approached Rama's location.
A magnificent horse carrying the flames of the sun charged at him, knocking him away. After the Wind King stabilized himself, Brunhild had already drawn her sword and stood before him, blocking his path.
The two gods confronted each other silently.
Lancelot's Pegasus arrived near Rama, stopping fifty meters in front of him.
The silver-haired, peerlessly beautiful Athena, holding the scythe of death, blocked their way.
Ignoring the blood flowing from her chest, Guinevere jumped off Pegasus, intending to reach Rama.
"Hehehehahaha!" At this moment, space was torn open. Sita, wearing a cherry blossom-colored twelve-layered kimono, appeared in front of Guinevere with a twisted expression and eerie laughter, exuding an unusual beauty, blocking her path.
"No need to come any closer, Guinevere. And... long time no see, Sita." Rama's mouth was bleeding golden blood as he tightly gripped the Divine Sword in his hand.
Lancelot's pupils shrank as he looked at the Divine Sword in Rama's hand and the Divine Sword piercing Rama held by Haru. He exclaimed, "There are... two of them?"
Rama moved his head with difficulty, his gaze fixed tightly on Haru's face. "Is this your authority? The power to mimic the strength of us steel Gods."
"Yes, indeed. I can manifest the abilities of steel heroes whose origins I've learned." Haru gently released the hilt of the Divine Sword and stepped back a few paces.
Feeling the rapid loss of life force within him, Rama looked bitterly at Sita, who was smiling eerily before him. "Truly a fate worse than death."
Rama's body, along with the Divine Sword in his hand, transformed into a golden liquid substance, slowly being absorbed by the other Divine Sword that had pierced him.
Guinevere pushed aside the unprepared Sita and rushed forward, hugging the Divine Sword of Salvation, calling out to Rama with a sobbing voice.
Athena gave up blocking them and came to Haru's side. Looking at Guinevere, who was crying like a tearful person before them, she sighed, "I never expected such a reckless plan to actually succeed!"
Hearing this, Haru stretched lazily, looking helplessly at Athena beside him, and lamented, "I didn't expect to be forced to use such a dirty trick by Rama's immortality."
Just as Haru and Athena were conversing, the Divine Sword of Salvation emitted an extremely rich platinum radiance, slowly changing shape. Then, in Guinevere's arms, it formed a figure exuding the aura of the Divine Sword.
"My lord!!!" Guinevere looked ecstatically at the figure that suddenly appeared in her arms. But when she saw the face, she was stunned.
Clang!
The sound was of Lancelot's Excalibur, falling from her hand. Lancelot was so shocked at the sight of Guinevere that she didn't even notice her life-bound weapon dropping.
Amidst particles floating in the air like fireflies, a tall and graceful figure emerged between the Divine Swords. Silvery-white long hair floated as if in zero gravity, each strand spreading out like the strings of a harp. Between the smooth strands of hair, a jade-like luster shimmered.
In her light purple eyes, an ethereal expression reflecting the myriad forms of the world appeared. A faint smile graced her lips, like a devil's tempting poison trap leading mortals to fall, dangerous yet deadly.
From her loose shrine maiden attire of white with red edges, a piece of snow-white, delicate skin was exposed, showcasing the most charming aspects of femininity.
On her body, which could move any man in the world, a mandala pattern emitting a golden halo faintly coiled, appearing sacred and mysterious.
The newborn, absolutely beautiful silver-haired girl's eyes held a confused expression as she looked around. Until she saw Haru's face, she revealed an extremely pure smile, and an ethereal voice sounded in everyone's ears.
"My lord!"
Clang!
At this moment, the Wind King had just shaken off Brunhild's entanglement and arrived here, heavily injured. Seeing this scene, he was utterly stunned, not even reacting when the staff in his hand fell to the ground and hit his foot.
The Wind King hurriedly removed the mask covering his face, a divine artifact sealing his speech and preventing identity probing. As it was lifted, the white cloth covering his body also unfolded, revealing the face beneath the mask.
A strange ape standing upright at about 180 centimeters tall, very similar to the Monkey King Sun Wukong. However, all the hair on his body was white, and he wore a red waistcloth.
This was Hanuman, the Wind King, a wise ape filled with an aura of sagacity, serving King Rama and soaring through the skies.
"Ah, Demon King, what have you done to my lord!" The divine ape Hanuman, who had sealed his speech for 1,500 years to conceal Rama's identity, spoke again after all this time.
Haru turned to look at the beautiful silver-haired woman before him. Extending his hand, he lightly placed his index finger under her chin, gently lifting her head, and teased, "What could I have done to you?"
The newborn silver-haired girl, Rama, tilted her head in confusion, gazing at Haru's face with pure eyes. She revealed a pure and serene smile and softly said, "My lord can do anything you wish."
Haru turned his head, looking disdainfully at Hanuman, and sneered, "Did you hear that? She has no objections; why are you meddling?"
However, Hanuman had no response to this, his gaze filled with fear as he looked at Rama's figure. Sensing Rama's aura, he exclaimed in shock, "A Divine Ancestor? How is it possible? How could my lord become a Divine Ancestor?"
"Hehehehehe!" Sita looked at Rama, who was snuggling in Haru's arms, with a twisted smile. She had never felt so joyful, filled with the intense pleasure of vengeance fulfilled.
"My king, may I take the prince to... educate her a bit?"
"No!" Haru immediately refused. The current Rama was like a newborn bird; if he handed her over to Sita, who was full of hatred toward him, Rama would definitely be tormented.
Recalling the scene she had just witnessed, the heavily injured Guinevere shakily walked up to Haru. Fixing her gaze tightly on Rama in his arms, she softly said, "Your Majesty has altered my lord's myth, haven't you?"
Without waiting for Haru's response, Guinevere continued:
"The Divine Sword of Salvation has the ability to end the immortal life of Earth Mothers and turn them into Divine Ancestors under its control.
By relying on your authority to replicate the Divine Sword and forcibly imposing the Earth Mother's divinity onto my lord, you ended his immortality, didn't you?"
Haru nodded slightly, holding Rama in his arms, and affirmed, "Yes, that's exactly how it was. The original plan to annihilate the Divine Sword failed. Continuing to battle Rama would only lead to the world's end, so I had to use a backup dirty trick."
Upon hearing this, Guinevere showed a relieved expression. Then she slowly knelt on the ground and pleaded to Haru, "In that case, please allow me to continue following my lord. As payment, you may have everything of mine."
As Guinevere's words fell, Lancelot pondered for a moment, then slowly knelt on one knee and lowered her head to Haru.
Hanuman looked deeply at Rama, then lowered his head and knelt.
A rift tore open in space behind Haru. Holding Rama, he walked into the fissure. Athena and Sita, along with Brunhild who had just arrived, hurriedly followed Haru's steps. The three kneeling on the ground fell into silence.
Then, at the moment the fissure closed, Haru's voice came through.
"Take care of the aftermath here, and then come to find me."
"Yes!" ×3
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