I don't want to be a heroic spirit

Just like a giant dragon roaring, lightning surged, blowing away all the wind and rain along the way, and shot towards Veleslana.

"Well done!"

Veleslana roared, waved his hand and swung out a hurricane, blocking the pillar of lightning.

Then he raised his right hand and spoke again.

"Don't forget! Lightning is also my domain!"

"Lightning! Lightning! Lightning! I am a conqueror who can defeat a thousand with a hundred, ten thousand with a thousand, and tens of thousands with ten thousand! Now, please shine brightly for me who stands on the side of justice and grant me divine power!"

The sky covered with dark clouds was suddenly torn apart by a ray of white light.

The lightning summoned by the gods fell and collided with the red pillar of lightning, and a light as dazzling as the sun burst out during the collision.

Veleslana maintained the lightning, his whole body full of boiling cursed energy, and roared loudly.

"It is I who will crush all enemies and hostility, both humans and demons!"

The next moment, the incandescent lightning became thicker, breaking through the red thunder with powerful force and striking towards Mordred.

Seeing the white thunder gradually approaching, Mordred gritted his teeth, raised the magic sword, and then slashed it down again.

“[Rebellion against my elegant father]——!”

The two red lightnings like torrents merged together and turned into a larger torrent of lightning, which instantly shattered the white lightning and rushed past Veleslana's side.

At this moment, Mordred suddenly caught a glimpse of an ancient wooden stick out of the corner of his eye. It shattered the surrounding strong wind and heavy rain, and came towards him with a wave of air.

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Chapter 404: Ten Incarnations.

Mekal swung his stick and hit Mordred hard.

Faced with this huge size gap, almost all the skills invented by humans are of no practical use. Although humans have invented skills to defeat the strong with the weak, these skills are mostly used to deal with wild beasts and humans, rather than gods or giants.

Modred originally planned to fight with brute force that could rival the dragon, but her beast-like instincts kept warning her. At the same time, she also recalled the strange force that had forcibly knocked her away.

Making a decision in an instant, Mordred turned into a red lightning and dodged the sweeping attack.

Then, Mordred looked back and was surprised to see that the place where Mekal's stick had swept was completely dark.

It was as if space itself was shattered.

"Hahaha! He actually dodged it? What a sharp intuition."

With thunder and lightning as the backdrop, Mekal laughed wildly, then raised the wooden stick again and smashed it down on Mordred's head.

The burst of lightning was transformed into propulsion, allowing Mordred to move at super-high speed.

However, blindly dodging was not Mordred's style, so after dodging, he swung his sword and fired a beam of light at Mekal.

The roaring and thundering light cannon fell on Mekal's body. Although it left black scorch marks and splattered lightning snakes, this injury was not painful at all for Mekal.

"Is this all you have?"

With one stomp of his foot, the earth trembled. Mekal ignored the surrounding storm and chased after Mordred.

"Is all you can do now but run away?"

It seemed that Mekal's words aroused his bloodiness.

Originally, Mordred was not good at thinking on the battlefield. Her style was to follow her intuition and instinct and chase the enemy like a beast biting its prey.

In an instant, the surging curse power wrapped around the surface of his body, forming violent electric flashes. He held the magic sword tightly in both hands and rushed towards the oncoming wooden stick.

"You said—who can only run away!"

"boom!"

The clouds were briefly torn apart.

Mordred was knocked out again.

However, unlike before, even Mekal's tall and strong figure couldn't help but take a few steps back.

At the same time, a hint of smile appeared on his lime-colored face covered with white beard.

"Hahaha! An excellent strike! You actually dared to face my attack head-on! What a shining warrior spirit! Hahahaha!"

At this moment, three thunderous lightning bolts fell on Mekal.

Although it didn't cause him much harm, it made his expression ugly.

"That goddess has proven herself to be a truly brave warrior, yet you choose to hide in a corner and resort to despicable tactics?!"

"I was originally a member of this war. The one who was wrong was clearly Mekal, who ignored me and left me aside. Okay?"

The wind carried Veleslana and brought him to Mekal. "Besides... these eyes have seen such an outstanding and brave warrior. How can I resist taking action?"

After saying this, Veleslana opened his arms as if to embrace the entire sky.

"All enemies fear me! Fear me, the embodiment of victory! Thunder! Gather for me and punish evil!"

White light continuously emanated from the gaps in the deep and heavy dark clouds. Terrifying power gathered and brewed in the clouds, and was about to turn into a sea of ​​thunder pouring down.

"Hmph! Ridiculous!"

Mekal looked up at the clouds flashing with lightning and the figure of the young man under the dark clouds and laughed.

"The sky is my divine domain! My territory! You lunatics who set foot in this sky without my permission! Return the authority that belongs to me!"

Veleslana in the sky suddenly frowned.

Then, the lightning gathered in the sky suddenly fell down, but it did not fall towards Mekal, but aimed at Veleslana!

Before being struck by lightning, Veleslana's body turned into countless wisps of breeze, and one after another lightning snakes containing powerful power passed through the wind, bursting out astonishing white light on the land in the distance.

"Have you witnessed this? The supreme power of the Sky God! To think you can set foot in my domain with just an avatar is simply wishful thinking!"

Under Mekal's gaze, winds from all directions began to gather, and finally Veleslana's figure slowly emerged.

"Indeed...it seems the Goat's power is simply not enough to fight you."

With a smile on his face, Veleslana said, "But it doesn't matter. The battlefield is ever-changing. There will always be enemies or situations that one of my incarnations cannot handle."

"In different environments, facing different enemies, I must use different avatars... This is what keeps me victorious!"

Behind Veleslana's head, an ancient, sacred round stone plate suddenly appeared.

There seems to be a corner missing from it, so there are only nine patterns, and the top one looks a bit like a goat.

The other eight patterns are strong wind, bull, white horse, camel, boy, phoenix, Aries and a warrior holding a golden sword.

The stone disc began to rotate, and the pattern on the top turned into a bull with a pair of golden horns.

"I am the strongest, holding victory in my hands! I defeat all enemies, whether human or demonic! I will defeat all who stand in my way! O bull with shining golden horns! Give me aid!"

The shadow of a giant golden bull appeared behind Veleslana and merged with him.

Immediately, a long sword that seemed to be made of gold and engraved with sacred words appeared and was held in Veleslana's hand.

This golden sword is also his power, but he did not use it to exert its power. He just used it as a handy weapon.

At this moment, he is still using the power of [Bull].

"Crush it under this powerful force!"

The next second, the air under Veleslana's feet exploded.

His figure turned into a golden sword light, as fast as the wind and as fierce as thunder, and landed on the wooden stick swung by Mekal.

"A contest of strength?"

Mekar puffed out his chest, his fierce aura seemed to burst the sky apart. "I'll let you know what a foolish choice you made!"

The golden sword that shines with golden light like the sun and the wooden stick that exudes an ancient aura from ancient times, the two constantly collide with each other.

The terrifying aftermath cut off the storm and blew away the heavy rain.

The two wooden sticks in Mekal's hands are not ordinary, but artifacts made by Savahasis, the god of craftsmen.

The wooden club called the Chaser can forcibly push enemies back.

The wooden stick called the Exile can banish enemies to another dimension.

In mythology, Mekal used these two weapons to lure the Dragon King Yam away from the throne and killed him. It was also thanks to this victory that Mekal sat on the throne of the King of Gods.

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Chapter 405: Declare your defeat in the name of the God of Victory!

The woods trembled under the ravages of the storm, the wind howled, the lightning and thunder penetrated every leaf like the call of the wild.

The dense raindrops lashed the branches like whips. Even the raindrops now had the power of bullets. The branches were brutally broken by the impact of the rain.

The trees swayed in the wind and rain, as if fighting against some supreme force that was irresistible and could not be defied. However, even the deep-rooted ancient trees still looked so fragile in the storm. Some were uprooted, and some fell helplessly in the mud after their trunks were crushed.

The field of vision was severely restricted, and it was almost pitch dark. However, the reason for this was not only the dark clouds that blocked the light, but also the heavy rain that formed a curtain.

The raging wind was strong enough to blow a car into the sky, and the dense raindrops were strong enough to penetrate the glass.

If someone were to run into this storm, they would basically be declared dead in advance.

Ordinary people might regard this gradually expanding storm as some kind of natural disaster, because they cannot see the two beings fighting fiercely in the center of the storm.

In fact, Mekal did not deliberately control the storm because he was now focused on the confrontation with Veleslana.

In close combat, it seems difficult to tell which is better between the might of the dragon slayer and the bull with golden horns.

The earth trembled, the sky roared, and the wind and rain surged.

The aftermath of the explosion blew away the earth, and the sound of the wooden stick clashing with the golden sword even drowned out the thunder.

As the battle progressed, the passion of Mekar's warriors was gradually awakened and stimulated.

His mood affected the sky, making the storm even more violent.

At this moment, a red light suddenly burst out from the clouds.

The next moment, a red meteor streaked across the sky and struck Mekal's waist with a rumbling thunder.

"hateful!"

It was as if the sky itself was enraged, Mekal's rage seemed to burn the entire sky, and the lightning in the sky was the embodiment of his will.

But at this moment, a flash of golden slash bypassed Mekal's defense, cut through Mekal's breastplate, and left a deep scar.

"Hahaha! Looks like you'll be the first to leave! God King of the Mediterranean!"

Arrogant laughter echoed between heaven and earth. Veleslana held a sword in one hand and a spear condensed from wind in the other, and threw it towards Mekal.

"Don't get too cocky! War God boy!"

The enraged Mekal attacked with both hands, holding the [Chaser] in his right hand to fight against the Wind Spear, and holding the [Exile] in his left hand to smash towards the red lightning.

The whistling wooden stick contained the power to slay dragons, shatter mountains, and break seas!

Looking directly at the wooden stick, Mordred seemed to see the entire sky falling towards him.

but……

"I carry my father's expectations on my shoulders! I will never lose!"

The red lightning wrapped around his body became more and more violent, and Mordred raised the magic sword.

The hilt of the demonic sword Clarent suddenly transformed in a highly technological manner, and then, a dazzling red lightning burst out from it, shooting straight into the sky.

In the dark clouds above, the flashing thunder gradually turned into the same deep red.

"Take my move—[Rebellion against my elegant father]!"

Facing the falling huge wooden stick, the vast amount of cursed power turned into a rushing torrent.

Even the Exile, who could shatter space, could not break this endless torrent of lightning.

"hateful--!"

Mekal felt extremely angry because he found that the weapon he swung was gradually being pushed back by the rushing torrent.

"I am the Lord of the Sky! God of Storms! Dragon Slayer! My authority rules over everything in heaven and earth! My power is unmatched!"

"You're wrong, Mekal!"