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"But, Armor of Silver Mist, if it's just the ability to turn into mist, there's no need to condense this whole set of armor, you understand?"

Haramura Makoto's sneering voice rang out, accompanied by a simple and unadorned thrust.

The angle was ordinary, the technique was ordinary, just a simple use of arm strength to thrust the sword straight forward.

However, this sword was aimed directly at Rama's heart; if it hit, Rama would follow in Vishnu's footsteps.

Rama was powerful, but he didn't have the authority to be resurrected.

A blow piercing the heart would be enough to achieve the goal.

"That was close."

Rama's fearful voice echoed in this space.

The Steel Hero God's exquisite martial arts, like a sixth sense of precognition, allowed him to dodge Haramura Makoto's sweeping attack by urgently sidestepping and bending backward; it was truly only a millimeter away from Rama's head being chopped off by Haramura Makoto.

The divine sword in the very center of the magic circle belatedly realized that its master was in danger, and with an angry strike, a golden spear descended straight down.

"Absolutely relentless, Demon King."

Rama sighed softly and then gripped the spear in front of him, raising it high above his head.

For him, the most annoying opponent was someone as relentless as Haramura Makoto.

So, what he now held in his hand was this spear.

"As a crab-type Star Beast, its strongest points are its arms and its shell, right?"

"So, when I put on this armor, the power of my arms and my own defense, while mist-condensing, this ability will be released."

"Is that so."

Yellow pupils burned like will-o'-the-wisps in Rama's eyes.

Rama raised the mythical spear in his hand high, the spearhead aimed at Haramura Makoto, his strong and powerful body like a fully drawn bow.

It was a strange feeling; throwing a javelin like this should be easy to dodge.

But Haramura Makoto felt as if the dangerous edge was constantly stabbing at his heart.

Cyan-purple lightning coiled around his armor, electric snakes danced wildly, releasing a dazzling light, moving like the descent of a thunder god.

"Gungnir."

Haramura Makoto's expression darkened.

Now, he was sure what kind of weapon Rama held in his hand.

This was Gungnir, the divine weapon used by Odin, the main god of the myth behind him.

The spearhead was engraved with runes, and the shaft was made of branches from the World Tree.

The special ability of this spear was simple: once thrown, it would definitely hit its target, ignoring defense and piercing anything it locked onto.

This was a divine spear with the ability of fate and causality.

Although simple, it was powerful, and against Haramura Makoto, who was now in a mist form, it was undoubtedly the most suitable divine weapon to pose a threat to him.

After all, whether it was the invulnerability of the mist form or the enhanced defense of the solidified form, both were ineffective against the inevitable hit of fate.

Magic power was constantly poured into Gungnir by Rama, and anyone could see that he was about to unleash an unprecedented attack, unleashing all his power.

The so-called decisive stance, the so-called desperate strike, was nothing more than this.

Surrounded by storms and lightning, Rama let out a thunderous roar.

"Taste this attack."

Scarlet threads wrapped around the tip of Gungnir, one end of the blood-colored line connected to Gungnir, and the other end disappeared into the air.

Haramura Makoto immediately determined the essence of this thread.

This was the thread of fate!

The embodiment of destiny!

"Bang!"

Like a missile being fired, there was an explosive sound in the air, and Gungnir was thrown out by Rama with all his might.

Haramura Makoto didn't dodge.

Because the thread of fate was already connected to his heart, at this moment, any means of evasion or defense were meaningless.

This spear would definitely hit his flesh.

So, Haramura Makoto took a step forward.

His body wasn't particularly tall, but it erupted with unimaginable momentum.

Then, he reached out slowly.

The spearhead of Gungnir was grabbed by Haramura Makoto in his hand.

Bright red blood dripped from his palm, Haramura Makoto's arm trembled, as if he was holding a living dragon, making it difficult to grip.

From his palm to his elbow, he was trembling slightly.

The golden pupils in his eyes also bloomed with a blood-colored light.

The edge of Gungnir cut into his palm little by little, piercing his skin, cutting off his muscles, and after being stained with blood, it approached his bones inch by inch.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the piercing pain was enough to drive anyone crazy.

Haramura Makoto was also going crazy, but he was laughing maniacally.

Feeling the intense pain from his palm, he didn't retreat at all; instead, the force of his hand迎击 forward became even greater.

The cocoon of fate wrapped around it, and every inch forward represented the approaching fate of death.

The wise know to stay away from death, only fools choose to live toward death.

Haramura Makoto took another step forward.

"Chih--!"

The spearhead of Gungnir directly pierced through his palm completely, revealing the blood-stained edge from the back of his hand.

"Consuming half of my divine power, it really is effective."

Rama asked, and pushed the spear forward.

The blade of the spear protruded inch by inch from the opening in Haramura Makoto's palm, stabbing towards his heart.

The spearhead approached little by little, even reaching his heart in his chest, cutting his clothes and revealing traces of blood.

If this continued, in a few seconds, the spearhead would pierce through Haramura Makoto's heart.

Rama would also complete the great task of slaying the extraterrestrial demon.

But, how could the truth be so simple? Haramura Makoto looked directly at Rama, his golden pupils as fiery as the sun.

His hands suddenly exerted force, and Gungnir made a 'creaking' sound.

Haramura Makoto took another step forward, his heart completely against the spearhead of Gungnir.

According to normal theory, Gungnir should have pierced through Haramura Makoto's heart.

But now, Gungnir was making a wailing sound.

The heart and the spearhead held each other, and it was the spear that retreated!

Haramura Makoto approached step by step, and Gungnir let out a wail little by little.

After three steps, he gripped the spear shaft with his pierced palm, and took a deep breath.

"Bang!"

Chapter 342: The Fall of the Last King

"Bang!"

Like a thunderous explosion, the bowstring snapped, Gungnir let out a huge wail, and was directly shattered by Haramura Makoto's power.

"Crack!"

The gun just broke.

This spear, which was invincible in mythology, was directly cut in half and fell into the deep and boundless universe.

Even returning to the original magic circle was impossible.

Haramura Makoto's left arm hung down completely, as if he couldn't lift it.

Blood dripped from his arm to his fingertips, and then dripped naturally.

The divine spear was like a fleeting meteor, completely disappearing from this world.

While causing such injuries to Haramura Makoto, Gungnir, the strongest divine weapon of Odin, the Norse mythology god king, was completely destroyed.

The fluorescent light of healing lit up in Haramura Makoto's left arm.

However, unlike in the past, the healing speed, which was once considered miraculous, seemed incredibly slow this time.

Not to mention the wound healing, even the amount of bleeding was only slightly reduced.

In other words, we can now prove one thing in reverse.

Gungnir did not kill Haramura Makoto with one blow as in the myth.

But similarly, it did cripple Haramura Makoto's left arm, for at least twenty minutes or so.

"He actually blocked it."

"The power of this spear, in theory, could directly pierce the Earth's core and destroy the Earth, but I didn't expect it to be just like this."

"I thought it would at least completely cripple one of your arms."

Rama stared at Haramura Makoto with burning eyes, his mouth full of admiration.

He had already said just now that he had poured almost half of the curse power in his current body into this spear.

You should know that the divine power in Rama's body now is not something that a mere god of disobedience or a godslayer can compare to.

His current curse power, um, to put it simply, is planetary-level curse power.

Using half of the planetary-level curse power to activate Gungnir, this spear can definitely pierce the Earth's core and blow up the planet like Rama said.

This is a genuine planet-busting blow.

If Haramura Makoto didn't have the constitution of a star spirit now, he would never be able to block this blow.

Even so, the consumption of blocking this blow just now was quite large.

"Indeed, just like you thought, my consumption is quite large now."

Haramura Makoto lowered his eyes. To be honest, even he didn't expect the consequences of this blow.

He had almost forgotten how long it had been since he had suffered such injuries.

No, actually, it had never happened before.

Even when he was surviving in Academy City when he was a child, the most serious injuries he had suffered were just a few bullet holes, or a few broken ribs.

"So, to repay you, I will use a move that I have never used before."

"I sincerely hope that you can block it like I did."

Haramura Makoto's gaze sank, his hands in his pockets, his golden pupils constantly rising like burning flames.

Terrifying magic power erupted in an instant, and the thick magic power, like the ubiquitous air, instantly enveloped this space.

At this moment, Haramura Makoto's right hand, which was originally in his pocket, was pulled out, and sky-blue flames burned in Haramura Makoto's palm.

Generally speaking, the color of a flame is determined by its temperature.

Dark red: around 600 degrees Celsius.

Deep red: around 700 degrees Celsius.

Orange-red: around 1000 degrees Celsius.

Pure orange: around 1100 degrees Celsius.

Golden orange: around 1200 degrees Celsius.