That was a pitch-black scythe, symbolizing harvest while also symbolizing death after not achieving harvest.
The authority of the underworld and death had been taken by Pandora and given to Germa. But this young girl could also condense it with her unparalleled divine power.
Of course, the effect of immediate death upon a slash could no longer be materialized.
"Then, this humble one is the monarch of death and the underworld, a deity named Morticia."
She lightly hummed, her words carrying an extremely dense oppressive aura.
Then, a merciless slash arrived.
The pitch-black scythe mercilessly slashed down without hesitation, striking the two-meter-long black stone pillar.
Not a single sound was made. It was as if it was swallowed by the earth itself. The divine tool named Hera's Pillar suffered no damage at all.
A slash that could split mountains in half was utterly useless against this stone pillar, making Athena sigh softly.
"That guy indeed foresaw this. He truly is the king of this place."
Athena said softly, her words carrying a clearly visible hint of frustration.
But it was very clear, she had indeed misunderstood something.
"It seems this stone pillar can absorb divine power. No matter what kind of disobedient god it is, it cannot be broken through?"
She said this, then lightly raised her slender and delicate arm.
"Indeed, I still have to use his treasure."
As she spoke these words, they were laced with strong unwillingness. This young girl was clearly reluctant to obey Germa's will.
However, to enjoy that night, she no longer hesitated, but chose to materialize that holy sword.
Immediately, a gleaming silver longsword appeared in her slender hand.
That was the "Sword of Absolute Blessing," also the treasure Saint George used to slay dragons.
Just holding it made her involuntarily feel an extremely dense hostility. Even in Athena's heart, she involuntarily felt resentment towards this holy sword itself.
"It truly makes this humble one unhappy. That guy must have deliberately given this ugly sword to this humble one."
As if remembering something, Athena couldn't help but grit her teeth.
To let Medusa, the earth goddess who symbolized the dragon, use a holy sword named after a dragon slayer, obtained by slaying a dragon, was truly a speechless mockery.
The sheer perversity of it made Athena gnaw lightly at her silver teeth.
However, at this very moment, the pitch-black night instantly turned into day.
A ray of sunlight belonging to the sun flickered in the distant sky. The will of the "Hero God of Steel" and the dragons' hatred for him could be clearly felt even from such a distance.
"Indeed, something like this was expected. Hero King Germa, in terms of wisdom, is truly worthy of my admiration."
Clearly having miscalculated something, Athena said this, then lightly bent her body, and patted the head of the giant dragon with a gentle touch.
"I'll trouble you, little fellow. Head to that distant place. There is a king there who can protect me and my kind."
She said this, then unleashed her divine power. She wanted to summon the Hero God, who was still fighting the Dragons, to her side.
Then, the giant dragon furiously flapped its wings, thinking of the night sky that had already turned into day, and charged into it.
What followed was the roar of the Hero God of Steel.
And at this moment, at Narita Airport, the sunlight was still extremely dazzling.
"So, is it confirmed that that king will come from here?"
That was a man with a dignified and elegant appearance, like a gentleman. No, he was a gentleman.
The God of Slaughter from England, Alexander Gascoigne, also known as Black Prince Alaric.
At this moment, he was asking a man dressed in a black robe behind him.
His butler was still busy in Europe for the Holy Grail, and replacing him were these sorcerers from the "Royal Factory."
"Yes, the Hero King's aircraft has indeed landed here."
The man, whose face looked unkind, said this, but no matter how much he pretended, he couldn't hide the terror in his heart.
Indeed, in front of him was a God of Slaughter, a Demon King, a natural disaster capable of destroying cities. The karma fire of Tokyo still lingered in his heart.
So, even saying he served carefully and cautiously would not be an exaggeration.
"In that case, I hope that king has information regarding the Holy Grail. No matter how great the price, I will definitely find the truth of 'that'!"
He said this, his fist lightly clenched.
The father of this God of Slaughter died while pursuing the Holy Grail, and in 740, he left him a code.
Thus, this man also embarked on the path of pursuing the Holy Grail, and he still had the intention of becoming a God of Slaughter.
At this moment, a huge private jet gradually landed. It had a pure white fuselage, adorned with the emblem of the Bronze Black Cross.
Unable to wait, he looked at the golden figure. Alaric went directly to greet him.
"Greetings, Your Highness Germa. I am Alexander, a God of Slaughter. I also wish to inform you about the Holy Grail."
He said this, his words carrying a hint of impatience.
"Do you know the whereabouts of the Holy Grail?"
Hearing these words, Germa chuckled faintly.
"Whatever it is, as long as it's a treasure, it belongs to this King. You, who covet this King's treasure, wish to invite death so much?"
Hearing such unreasonable words, Alexander couldn't help but be slightly startled.
"Indeed, it won't work?"
He smiled faintly, a bitter smile. The war intent of the "King of Conquerors" echoed in his heart.
"Then, it seems I must contend with you. Please don't take offense."
Such false and insincere words came from his mouth. A dense magical power spread from his slender body.
"I hope that after a fight with me, you can tell me the whereabouts of the Holy Grail, Hero King."
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