"But this Netherworld is truly a fascinating place."
Looking around at everything, Ayato's eyes flickered slightly.
[Origin 10]
[Origin 98]
[Origin 111]
Pieces of text information appeared before him.
The so-called Netherworld represented the boundary between life and death.
This peculiar world was providing him with quite a few Origin Points.
After withdrawing his gaze, Ayato said loudly, "You went through all the trouble of inviting here. You wouldn't dare not show yourselves, would you?"
As his voice faded, a gentle female voice sounded.
"Respected King of the Campiones, inviting you in this manner was certainly not my wish."
"But even so, it is far too presumptuous. I hope you will not take offense."
The voice grew closer, and a figure appeared before everyone.
It was a woman dressed in ancient royal attire.
She had an elegant deanor and glass-colored pupils.
"A... a Goddess of the Earth?"
The mont she appeared, Yuri was drawn to her.
Although there was more than one Goddess of the Earth...
They were all fallen Earth Goddesses from legend.
Though no longer gods, they still possessed transcendent power.
So Goddesses of the Earth could even match Heretic Gods.
"Judging by your appearance, you must be the Princess with Glass Eyes?"
Ayato spoke. "You are indeed a beauty, just as the legends say."
"Thank you for the complint, King of the Campiones."
The woman smiled warmly. "You may call Sita."
"Co to think of it, I don't have a Goddess of the Earth among my servants yet."
Ayato stroked his chin, looked her over a few tis, and said, "How about this: beco mine, and I'll forget your transgression."
If he rembered correctly...
In this hodgepodge world...
So legends had changed.
So the woman before him had always been single.
"Ah?"
Sita's brain imdiately crashed.
'What was happening?'
'We were talking normally, and suddenly the topic shifted to this.'
Unconsciously, her pretty face flushed.
Although she was a Goddess of the Earth...
She was completely inexperienced in matters of the heart.
In all her long years, this was the first ti a man had said such words to her.
'Was this... a confession?'
"Haha, Goddess of the Earth, it seems he has taken a liking to you."
"This King, as the rumors say, is very much in tune with his desires."
With a loud laugh, a tall, elderly man wearing a kimono descended from the sky.
In his hand was unmistakably the A-no-Murakumo.
Susano'o looked at Ayato. "Inviting you this way was my doing."
"Since you wouldn't agree to see before."
His tone was casual, as if his actions were perfectly justified.
"Susano'o, you are being far too rude to this King."
Another voice sounded. A mummified monk in black robes walked over slowly.
Living Buddha pressed his palms together and bowed slightly to Ayato. "Please forgive our impertinent behavior."
Seeing this...
Erica and the others' eyelids twitched.
They felt this Netherworld really was full of dangerous individuals.
The Goddess of the Earth and Susano'o went without saying...
Even this monk, though not a Heretic God, was a being far surpassing ordinary humans.
"You two, your timing couldn't be worse."
Ayato glanced at Living Buddha. "At least you have so manners."
"But the other one... has he grown too accustod to being high and mighty, forgetting his place?"
Although no na was ntioned, everyone knew who Ayato was referring to.
For a mont...
Susano'o's expression changed.
"King of the Campiones, do not be too arrogant."
"Arrogant?"
Ayato sneered. "You take it upon yourself to invite in this manner. Who do you think I am?"
"Or rather, who do you think you are?"
As his voice echoed, violent cursed power surged from Ayato, as if to shake the world.
"..."
Feeling the oppressive force bearing down on him, Susano'o's pupils contracted sharply.
He now finally realized,
The person before him was fundantally different from anyone he had t before.
Campiones!
Every single one was proud and arrogant.
Not to ntion, he himself was the sworn enemy of Campiones.
"King of the Campiones, please calm your anger."
Living Buddha quickly spoke. "We invited you here with absolutely no ill intent."
"That's right."
Sita also spoke. "Respected King of the Campiones, please, do not resort to violence."
Ayato ignored them, simply looking at Susano'o. "I want your Authority."
"Brat, just you?"
Veins bulged on Susano'o's forehead. He sneered, "Since you've said that, I wouldn't mind killing a Campione."
He was Susano'o, the god of destruction from legend.
He had never been known for his good temper.
Now,
Faced with Ayato's provocation, he was utterly enraged.
Clang!
A blade flashed. The pitch-black A-no-Murakumo was drawn.
Swish!
A massive slash, as if to cut through everything, shot towards Ayato.
The very earth was split apart by the power of this slash.
Even the raging winds were quickly severed.
It was as if the sky itself, the earth itself, were being cleaved in two.
"Alas."
Sita sighed. A gentle force spread, carrying everyone rapidly backwards.
"This battle is inevitable."
Unable to stop it, they could only watch.
At the sa ti,
Facing the oncoming slash, Ayato rely flicked his finger.
A bolt of lightning tore through the sky.
Boom!
The slash and the lightning t. A terrifying explosion spread, turning into a devastating hurricane rolling in all directions.
The people who had retreated far away changed expressions dramatically.
"This is... a clash between a Campione and a Heretic God?"
"So powerful. This is the King I follow."
Kaoru and Ena, in particular, were stunned.
They felt as if they were watching a myth unfold.
"The Authority to wield lightning?"
Susano'o, holding A-no-Murakumo, soared into the sky, looking down. "Its power is decent."
"But you will still die."
The next mont, he swung his sword again.
A slash several tis larger than the previous one, as if connecting the sky and earth.
Incarnation: Boar!
Ayato's expression was cold. He simply clenched his five fingers, bent his arm, and threw a punch.
Boom!
A surging force, carrying boundless power, transford into an earth-shattering punch that landed directly on the massive slash.
Crack!
A crack appeared on the slash, and then it exploded violently.
Even more terrifyingly...
The punch continued, its remaining power still changing the color of heaven and earth.
"..."
Susano'o's expression changed, but he did not flinch. He switched to a two-handed grip on his sword and slashed dozens of tis in an instant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Slash after slash collided with the punch, finally managing to cut it down with difficulty.
Then,
The remaining slashes, like an inescapable net, instantly surrounded Ayato from all sides, seeming to want to grind him into minceat.
Snap!
Ayato snapped his fingers.
Lightning filled the air around him, turning all the slashes into specks of light.
"Your strength is indeed... not bad."
He looked at Susano'o and nodded slightly.
Although he was a god of a small country...
The support of countless myths had elevated him to the level of a top-tier Heretic God.
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