You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

Yes, the goddess of fate is the root cause of Rama's current state!

After much planning, we finally met face to face!

Iori glanced at the silent girl, and seeing that she didn't seem to intend to respond, she continued speaking to herself.

"You came for Rama? Or is it...?"

Iori gave a mocking smile: "You want me to work for you and become the next 'Last King'?"

Before he could answer, he took a step forward, his eyes shooting towards the young girl like lightning.

"I will naturally ascend the throne, but that is not something you can control!"

With a stomp of his foot, countless threads flashed with light, as dazzling as the Milky Way.

The vast universe of the real world has been replaced by the starry realm of a dream world, and the boundary between reality and fantasy has been rewritten so easily.

Even Iori couldn't stop this change, because it was [fate].

The individual "lines" beneath your feet, whose exact thickness is indistinguishable, are intertwined and woven together to form something like a "carpet".

Its true nature lies in the threads of destiny, deeply embedded in every corner of this world, recording and deducing everything.

The past, the future, and the present are connected and integrated into a whole, influencing each other while remaining independent of one another.

The thing that accomplishes all of this is [Destiny].

"..."

The golden-haired young God of Destiny did not speak, but simply stared indifferently at Iori.

Unlike ordinary gods, although she is also a mythological being, she governs the realm of fate, thus becoming an entity similar to a restraining force.

But at the cost, her "self" is also extremely thin, and it can even be said to be a kind of self-discipline device, which almost never expresses her own thoughts.

This means she is very stubborn and will not change her mind.

"Om-!"

Beside the blonde girl, numerous small knives appeared. They resembled both daggers and short swords, and at a glance, there were thousands upon thousands of them.

While its power may not be as magnificent as Unlimited Blade Works, Treasury of the King, or Blade of Salvation, it is still not to be underestimated; its calm exterior conceals a deadly intent.

"Is that all? I'm afraid you're not qualified."

The dagger is a manifestation of the myths of "fate goddesses" from all over the world. For example, the three Norse goddesses are recorded as weaving and cutting the threads of fate.

The one before us is an amalgamation of various goddesses of fate, and naturally can also wield similar powers.

Individually, these knives are not dangerous, but when thousands or tens of thousands of them are combined, they must be treated with caution.

While Iori's Indestructible Vajra provides enhanced defense against sharp blades, this extremely unique attack is likely—

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The goddess's daggers came like a storm, but Iori didn't take them head-on. Instead, in what should have been a vacuum in the universe, she summoned endless gales that gathered into visible tornadoes between the stars, deflecting all the daggers away.

"Stop wasting your time, just show us your best tricks!"

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She had no intention of communicating with Iori at all, and remained unmoved even when her previous attacks were ineffective. With a gentle wave of her hand, the Goddess of Fate summoned thousands of blades that once again filled the sky and were aimed at Iori.

Looking back at the tense expressions of the women, Iori snorted and took a step forward.

The blades poured down relentlessly, and golden flames ignited on his body. The heat was so terrifying that even space began to distort, but Alice and the others, who were only inches away, could not feel it, as if they were thousands of miles away from Iori.

"Is this... the blessing of darkness?"

Guinevere looked around and saw a semi-transparent, wavy barrier enveloping them. This barrier was constructed with divine power, using the concept of "darkness" to wrap the space and integrate it into the vast universe. It could be said to be the most suitable defensive spell at this moment.

Darkness has always been the domain of the gods of the underworld and the earth goddess... Guinevere looked at Athena with a sense of foreboding, and was very surprised.

"You have been greatly downgraded and are no longer a god of the contrary. In terms of rank, you are not even a guardian god. How can you still have such a powerful divine protection?"

Athena glanced at Guinevere, scoffed, and did not reply, her face showing disdain.

Seeing that things were not going well, Alice explained before Guinevere could react: "Goddess Athena and Lord Aizen have formed a soul contract. Lord Aizen's magical power is extremely vast, almost inexhaustible. If we lend a portion of it to Goddess Athena, she can unleash all her abilities as the Earth Mother Goddess."

Lancelot... Lady Hippolyta is the same; although she was demoted, her strength was not weakened, and even..."

"I see."

Guinevere understood. She wanted to smile at Alice, but she couldn't relax and bit her lip in annoyance.

To this day, she still sees Iori as the reincarnation of Rama and has never given up hope. She considers herself a replacement for Sita, as "Guinevere (the princess)" to match "King Arthur (the hero)," so she naturally feels hostility towards women who are close to Iori.

Alice, Huina, or the other handmaids were all just mortals in her eyes, unable to help the cause of the "Last King" and posing no threat to her.

But Athena was different. In terms of status, wisdom, power, and antiquity, she completely overwhelmed her, and could even be considered a superior replacement for Sita... What's more, this power was borrowed from Iori, which made her even more jealous.

If a connection could be established with Iori, given her divine ancestor status, her strength would definitely be comparable to that of a true Earth Mother Goddess!

However, it seemed impossible for her to compete for the position—Athena didn't even consider her a rival.

Regardless of Guinevere's disappointment, the battle between Iori and the Goddess of Fate was massive from the very beginning—

The flames emanating from his body manifested as a magnificent white horse, trampling the void with muffled thunderous sounds, and igniting a raging red lotus in its gallop, exploding with the momentum to burn away all darkness!

boom!

The firestorm destroyed everything, and the thousands of tiny knives naturally couldn't escape it either. Just before the goddess of fate was about to be swept away, she stretched out her little hand, and an invisible divine power spread out. Even though she hadn't moved, the flames actually parted on their own from both sides.

My name is Perseus!

A blond man riding a white horse, radiating golden light from head to toe, dressed in magnificent and noble clothes, galloped through the void.

"I have heard the call of the goddess of victory! The destiny of heroes is guiding me!"

"My noble goddess, I offer you the highest honor—ah, this demon king is worthy of battle!"

The next moment, the sea of ​​fire parted automatically under his horse's hooves, like a myth being reenacted. This valiant knight was unstoppable!

"This is the fire of judgment of my dearest friend Bahram, but the source of the flame comes from the sun, and it has no meaning under my radiance!"

"Perseus...no, Mithra?"

Iori's eyes sharpened.

This white-horse knight is named Perseus, a hero in Greek mythology who slays demons, but in this world, he has an even more ancient origin—the god of light from the Middle East, Mithra!

And this Mitra was once the monarch served by Vereslana!

The goddess of fate was able to summon him because this deity was himself a "hero guided by the goddess," who would follow the guidance to defeat demons, and was causally connected to "Velleslana," whom Iori killed.

This is an attempt to counter Iori through mythological compatibility!

One is "light," and the other is "Guardian of Light," so the incarnation of the [White Horse] is naturally ineffective against them.

'Be careful, this man is not just Perseus; his origins are not in Greece. He is a war god from the East, who crossed the sea and has ancient identities in Persia and Rome!'

Athena's voice rang in her ears, and Iori smiled.

Although he appreciated her reminder, it wasn't necessary for Iori—he had already anticipated encountering something similar.

A novice god-slayer who relies solely on power will inevitably find himself in a predicament when encountering an opponent who counters him. However, Iori possesses incredibly rich combat experience and an advantage in intelligence, making his situation quite different.

"Come, perish under this sword that slays demons!"

The white knight quickly arrived in front of Iori, and the mere swing of his weapon conveyed a sharp and fierce aura that seemed to tear through space itself.

"Do not harm my lord!"

Iori didn't dodge, or even bother to parry. A silver light pierced through the darkness and arrived in an instant. The dragon-like spear stabbed towards Perseus, and the two weapons collided heavily without any fancy moves!

Riding a white horse again, but this time dressed in the attire of a steppe knight, the majestic female war goddess Hippolyta!

"You are not qualified to challenge my lord. My spear is enough to pierce you through!"

A flash of lightning appeared, and Hippolyta released an astonishing aura that even Perseus had to retreat from, her power surpassing that of the past.

"My Almighty and Supreme Lord, grant me the power of thunder to shatter the brilliance of arrogance!"

Hippolyta's momentum surged, and her charge, combining man and horse, instantly sent Perseus flying back over a thousand meters, as unstoppable as a comet!

The goddess in the distance watched this scene intently, before she could even resort to any other means—

Zheng!

A sword rang out, and Iori's figure suddenly appeared, easily locking onto the Goddess of Fate, her silver-white longsword already pointed at her neck.

—She didn't have the reaction speed of a martial god.

Or to be more precise: she's simply not good at fighting!

In myths around the world, the goddesses of fate merely guide and weave the cause and effect of people's destinies, and observe the development of the world, such as the three goddesses of Norse mythology and the three sisters of Greek mythology.

They themselves do not actively interfere, nor do they have any achievements to speak of. The young girl before them is also derived from this image. Excluding the concept of "manipulating fate," in terms of ability alone, she is not much stronger than ordinary disobedient gods, and could even be said to be weaker.

Without the slightest pity or any intention of dragging things out, Iori slashed down with her sword!

However, just as the blade was about to touch that slender neck, a gentle breeze appeared out of nowhere, and a golden figure wielding a large sword blocked the attack horizontally—

Clang!

A brilliant spark flashed by, illuminating the boy's figure that appeared in the wind.

"Oh, we meet again, my nemesis—"

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, Iori kicked out, and the handsome young man's fair face contorted as if in slow motion before he was sent flying!

But in those brief pauses, the goddess of fate had already moved away, and Iori's longsword fell into empty space.

"Cough...that was a powerful blow...cough!"

The enemy who had interfered flew back, rubbing his chin, looking quite displeased, seemingly annoyed that his opening remarks had been interrupted.

He was a handsome young man with black hair and fair skin, wearing a loose and noble white outfit, and holding a striking golden sword in his hand.

"What a wonderful fate that has given me the chance to fight you again so soon."

“Vereslana,”

Iori's eyes were cold. "It was you—I wanted to say that too, but it really annoys me."

"Bored?"

"An opponent who has been defeated once is not worth fighting again."

Iori slightly raised his head towards the invincible military god of ancient Persia and spoke in an almost arrogant tone.

"It's good that you're confident, but unfortunately... although I'd like to challenge you to a one-on-one duel, I can't take it all on my own this time."

After he finished speaking, strange fluctuations of magical power reappeared in the void:

"Hahahahaha!"

"Humph!"

As if in response to his words, a hearty laugh and a cold snort came from the end of the starry sky.

Then, two burly figures slowly emerged in the void, each with a different expression.

Upon seeing their faces clearly, Iori said calmly, "So it really is you... Megal, Susanoo!"

"You didn't expect that, did you? You shameless, tyrannical bandit king!"

Susanoo laughed loudly, "So many heroes have gathered here again this time, let's see how you escape!"

Mekal and Vereslana both glanced sideways at the sequel, clearly dissatisfied.

That makes it sound like they don't have the guts for a one-on-one fight, only daring to gang up on each other. That's really beneath them!

A brawl... Can righteous heroes be called a brawl? This is called a grand event!

"The goddess who controls fate can easily discover the cause and effect between humans and gods. She has captured the connection between you and us, and then called us here along the thread of fate."

Mekal's thick, forest-like beard trembled with delight.

"Godslayer, you've gotten yourself into big trouble this time... But we won't show any mercy because of that, for there is no fairness on the battlefield. Whether in adversity or prosperity, we must fight with all our might!"

"You've talked too much. Come at me all at once."

Iori said calmly, "Let's not waste any more time."