Chapter 35: Battle Against the King of Gods (Patreon)

[Very well! I accept your challenge! I hereby swear to you that we shall engage in a battle where we wager our very lives! This is the price for your defiance of the gods!]

There were two Heretic Gods present, and Verethragna was currently in the process of reclaiming his scattered authorities.

Therefore, Haru’s initial target wasn’t him, but the other Heretic God present—Melqart!

That’s right. Even though it was one against two.

He planned to defeat Melqart first, then defeat Verethragna, using them as sacrificial offerings to become a God-Slayer.

Faced with Haru’s provocative words and actions, Melqart didn’t become angry. Instead, he laughed heartily.

In his overlooking eyes, there was mockery, appreciation, curiosity, and interest.

After all, in the eyes of a god, humans were far too insignificant and fragile.

Apart from those humans who became their mortal enemies, other humans could be considered mere ants. The mere ripples from his gestures were natural disasters to mortals.

But to be able to look a god in the eye and even dare to provoke one...

Although it seemed somewhat reckless, as a warrior, it was still commendable.

After all, just standing before a god required immense courage!

"Then let's begin."

[Hahaha! To speak such words before me, the King of Gods, is sheer presumption! Pursue! Banish! O chasers, the paired weapons that become my claws! Pursue the insolent fools! Let them witness the power of my wrath!]

The majestic voice, like thunder, rang out once more. The Phoenician God-King Melqart’s hearty laughter echoed through the sky and forest.

Suddenly, the void distorted.

From it flew out two clubs, and right from the start, they served as a warning to Haru.

Or rather, as the price for his defiance of the gods!

The two clubs shot into the sky. One moved like lightning, the other like a bird, both simultaneously striking toward Haru’s location, almost like a casually thrown greeting.

After all, facing a mere mortal, Melqart wasn’t taking it seriously. In his view, his divine tools alone were enough to deal with Haru.

His real opponent should be Verethragna, who was currently reclaiming his power!

This was the arrogance of a god. Just those two giant clubs were enough to crush any human daring to defy him, right?

Though his courage was admirable, he was far too insignificant.

BOOM—

See? Not even a scream, just the shockwave and roar from the clubs impacting the ground.

What a pitiful and foolish human!

In Melqart’s view, although Haru’s aura and existence were somewhat special, he wasn’t much different from other insignificant humans.

Even his casually thrown weapons were crushing existences to humans. To die without a sound, without a struggle—that was the price for challenging a god.

HUM—

[Oh?!]

That’s how it should have been. But just as Melqart was about to turn away, to continue observing and waiting for his real opponent...

A surge of cursed energy, weak at first but rapidly intensifying, erupted. A terrifying pressure and imposing aura shot toward the heavens.

The next instant, a figure seemingly burning with crimson flames appeared abruptly right in front of Melqart.

Before Melqart could even react, prepare, or utilize an authority...

THUD!

He felt a sharp pain in his front. Haru had, at some point, delivered a powerful kick, landing heavily on his massive body.

BOOM—

In an instant, the towering, massively built giant over ten meters tall was bent over like a shrimp and sent flying uncontrollably.

His enormous feet carved two deep trenches into the ground as his massive body was pushed back, only stopping its momentum when his back slammed heavily into a mountain.

How was this possible?

In that brief moment, Haru’s speed had been so fast that Melqart couldn’t react in time.

Moreover, he had been too arrogant to have any defense or preparation. So by the time he saw Haru, it was already too late—he was heavily kicked.

Then, he crashed into a mountain, buried under earth, rocks, and debris.

After the impact and debris settled, the scene of Melqart embedded deep within the mountain appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Not to mention Melqart, who was utterly stunned by the kick, even the two witches watching from a distance were struck with shock on their beautiful faces.

After all, that was a Heretic God, and one with an immense physique at that.

Haru’s size compared to his was probably smaller than Melqart’s palm.

Yet, despite this vast difference in size, the sheer force behind Haru’s kick was terrifying—enough to send Melqart flying?

Were their eyes deceiving them, or were they dreaming?

Even Verethragna, who was reclaiming his authorities, paused in surprise at the sight.

However, what surged in this Heretic God’s eyes was excitement, anticipation, and fighting spirit. He even sped up his reclaiming process.

[Arrogant fool! How dare you look down upon me, the King of Gods! This is unforgivable! Very well, as the price for your bold words, I assume you are prepared to atone with your life!]

As for Melqart, after recovering from his daze...

He looked at his own state—unharmed, but undoubtedly disheveled.

Instantly, a terrifying divine might erupted from his colossal form. The immense pressure, laden with killing intent, sent the surrounding creatures fleeing in panic. Meanwhile, the thunder in the sky and the howling winds grew even more violent!

The giant Melqart fixed his cold, piercing gaze directly on Haru, his voice clearly filled with rage.

Provoked by a human and caught off guard to the point of embarrassment—how could the King of Gods not be furious?

BOOM!