Campione! Vol 11 Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Sword, Erica, Melqart Part 1 "Hey G.o.doh, dying like this is completely unacceptable!" "...Huh?" Upon hearing these sudden words of mockery, G.o.dou answered in a sluggish voice. He opened his eyes to find a cute little girl. Her face was slender and dignified. Though "beautiful," her sense of "cuteness" was far more overwhelming in comparison. Judging by appearance, she seemed to be fourteen years old or so. Perhaps enhanced by the twintailed hairstyle, she gave off a rather young impression. Puzzled by the girl's strange words, G.o.dou surveyed his surroundings. ...This completely empty s.p.a.ce contained nothing else. The entire place was grayish white. Even the ends of the horizon were gray. An incredible world of gray. The girl before his eyes was wearing a white and flimsy dress. Which country did it come from? "This is the [Boundary of Life and Immortality]. Perhaps it might be easier to understand if I used expressions like 'almost at the afterlife' or 'pretty much at the Sanzu River 1 ^ to describe this place?" The beautiful girl explained in an exceptionally casual tone of voice. "By the way, I am Pandora. But not a [Heretic G.o.d], mind you. I stand as a true and proper G.o.ddess, impossible for humans to encounter unless I descend to this realm. With the express intent of meeting my son, I came here from the Domain of Immortality." "...Son? Who is that?" "Of course I'm referring to you, G.o.doh. You are my son. You may call me mama, maman, mommy or whatever you wish, okay?" "...So, Pandora-san, there's something I wish to ask." "Wan, of all the choices you went with this! -You're the worst-" Pandora enunciated her words as if deliberately trying to act displeased. "It's not very nice to look down on the bonds between mother and child, you know-" "But my real mother is authentic j.a.panese. And not younger than me, either." "Fine, stepmother then. The prospects of gaining a child-faced loli stepmother with no blood relations, that's known as 'moe' on earth, right? Isn't that really lucky?" "I think even if you narrow the range to earth, it would only apply to a very small subset of people..." G.o.dou decided to change the subject. "You said something like 'dying' just now. Did I really die?" "Yes, you were promptly killed by Melqart-sama. But never fear, for G.o.doh's body is currently resurrecting on earth. Just before you died, you did well to understand the hint I sent." The G.o.ddess who called herself Pandora smiled proudly. "Since this is your first real battle, I did you a great service, allowing you to resurrect in one piece. For me and my husband, our children all tend to be rather impulsive and short-lived. Most of them end up dying on a battlefield somewhere. So, G.o.doh, you'd better be more careful." "You and your husband's children... I get it now!" G.o.dou remembered. What Erica had mentioned before. "Campiones are the illegitimate children of Epimetheus and Pandora, right?" "Correct. Pandora in particular, is the stepmother who acts as the one who supports you G.o.d-slayers. Although I'm rather casual and completely irresponsible, I do offer hints on occasion." As Pandora smiled, she emanated a certain alluring aura incommensurate with her child-like appearance. Indeed this was a "womanly" existence. G.o.dou understood that great wisdom lay beneath her mesmerizing cuteness. Even though she did not act very proper in behavior, she was still a G.o.ddess. "Well, even though you'll forget about seeing me as soon as you return to earth, remnants of my teachings will survive somewhere in your subconscious, so don't worry." "I will forget?" "Yes. When traveling between this realm and the world on earth, all sorts of things can happen." "What... Anyway, if possible, could you tell me something? I'm currently in trouble with a G.o.d, so how should I fight? I seem to recall some kind of weapon of light." Given this rare chance, G.o.dou decided to ask this question. Pandora made a slightly mischievous expression and smiled with great pride as she explained: "It would be meaningless if I told you the answer -- or rather, it wouldn't be fun anymore -- ah, that's not right, it won't help G.o.doh at all. You have to try harder by yourself." "In that case... I get it." G.o.dou gave up and nodded indifferently. After all, the one doing the fighting was himself. Always thinking of relying on others for victory would not be conducive to handling split second changes during intense confrontations. In this era of junior cultivation from the ground up, G.o.dou had no objections as a baseball player and a mighty athlete. No matter how many comrades stood by his side, ultimately the one fighting to the very end was himself. In a team -- obviously he had to trust in his comrades to back him up. However, were he unable to fight alone, he would be useless in a team anyway. Hence, it was imperative he put forth all of his own effort first. As these thoughts crossed G.o.dou's mind, Pandora watched him with an amused expression. "Hehe. No matter what kind of past life they led previously, the vast majority of children who became G.o.d-slayers already knows how to fight. G.o.doh is no exception. So let me skip that part and tell you something useful." Hearing unexpected words from the stepmother, G.o.dou straightened himself in full attentiveness. "Even considering the entire history of mankind, you are a unique G.o.d-slayer. There is no point for you to emulate any other person. It would be utter stupidity. Consequently, please, always stay true to yourself." "...In other words, do things my own way?" "Yes. Follow your heart and let instinct guide you. Fight smartly with craftiness. Only by doing this will you become the strongest warrior on earth. There is no need to worry yourself too much!" Like she said, if he could emulate someone else, things would be much easier... Casually advised to undertake a challenging direction, G.o.dou could not help but smile wryly. "Anyway, I guess I'll start learning how to use my powers flexibly." "My, how hardworking of G.o.doh! However, it's best if you don't do that, because it's useless." "Eh?" "The grand enchantment for a person's rebirth as a G.o.d-slayer... There are many strange aspects to it, probably because it is such a preposterous process after all. For example, the condition of 'no matter what, only actual combat worksiV or the like. Since G.o.d-slayers only resemble humans in appearance but are actually more like demonic beasts inside, it's only natural to progress like wild beasts, no?" "In other words, earnest effort is useless?" "Yes! G.o.d-slayers' authorities can only be honed on the battlefield through actual combat. But that's totally fine, after all, ancient warriors were the same. As long as you kill enough enemies, you will become powerful^" "Please don't use such a disturbing a.n.a.logy!" Seeing Pandora winking with a thumbs up sign, G.o.dou could not stop himself from screaming. "By the way, G.o.doh, your authority is a bit unreliable. It might be a little dangerous if you try to do things alone, so please be careful." "What do you mean by unreliable?" "It seems like you need the a.s.sistance of friends in order to satisfy certain activation conditions. Isn't this a power that can only be used when someone is trying to beat up G.o.doh?" "Come to think of it, there is also a condition of 'only when facing strong enough opponents.'" "G.o.doh's heart is only roused when threatened by true battle. This is probably what limits you from using your authority. Ultimately, a rampaging soul is necessary to hone a G.o.d-slayer's power." Tension levels and the rousing of emotions were the most important? This fact seriously needed careful attention. "So if you ever need to fight, just shout 'Come and kill me with everything you've got' and everything will be finei 1 " "I'm definitely not going to do that!" It looked like the future will be filled with trials and tribulations. Even so, had it been any different- When G.o.dou came to, he found himself lying on a simple bed in a room surrounded by white walls. There was an odor of medicine. Along the bare white wall was a practical-looking sideboard. This was apparently a hospital room. Also, Erica was sitting on a chair beside the bed. G.o.dou pushed against the bed to raise his upper torso. He had died during the battle with Melqart but managed to resurrect. For some reason, he was sure of that. "I have something to say first, so please listen carefully." Erica declared immediately. Even though she tried her best to stay calm, she could not hide her irrepressible rage. It was a voice that seemed to shake the air. "If you can come back from death, then please say so before dying...! You are truly a fool beyond help!" "D-Don't say something so unreasonable. I was suddenly thrust on stage without any preparation." Severely chastised by Erica, G.o.dou muttered in response. "This power to revive from the verge of death, cannot be used unless I am actually about to die. If I die completely, it's meaningless... Anyway, I admit I'm at fault, sorry." Getting up from bed, G.o.dou bowed his head. "It seems like I made you worry, I'm really sorry." Erica was angry because she was really worried about him, right? This apology resulted in provoking an unexpected response from the defiant blonde beauty. "What idiotic nonsense are you talking about! As if anyone would worry about you!" Saying that, Erica's face was entirely flushed red. However, if she was not worried then there would be no reason for her to be this angry. As G.o.dou felt skeptical, Erica shouted more and more emotionally. "I am only telling you this because I cannot bear the sight of your stupid behavior. Do not get any strange and mistaken ideas!" Apparently, this declaration was her attempt to cover up the reason for her anger. In light of Erica's outspoken habits, such words clearly showed her loss of composure. "The only thing I'm worrying about is at most my own reputation! I even sacrificed my purity for the sake of helping you. If you died just like that, that would be truly shameful!" Saying that, Erica turned her face away in disgust, refusing to admit anything. G.o.dou suppressed the urge to laugh wryly and waited for Erica to calm down. "By the way, how long did I sleep for?" "It was during daytime when the battle with Melqart occurred, just before 1pm. It is now evening at 7pm. You've slept continuously for six hours or so." Erica swiftly replied in response to G.o.dou's change of subject. "This is a hospital?" "Yes. A little hospital roughly 2km away from the Soluntum ruins. It was not easy but I managed to bring you here for sanctuary after you collapsed." "You did well to save me from that G.o.d..." "Remember the lion figure I gave you beforehand? It was actually Cuore di Leone, altered by [Transformation] magic." G.o.dou was surprised. The lion-shaped item was actually that magic sword? "I originally planned to watch your battle from afar, but later on I saw you were almost dead. So I hastily used a [Magnet] spell to summon Cuore di Leone back to me. That was what you were carrying." "Melqart didn't pursue?" "No. Just as I already said, you were almost dead." "Eh?" "Blunt trauma all over your body, numerous broken bones, internal hemorrhage, ruptured internal organs, damage to the brain and spine, burns covering over 80% of your skin area. Naturally, your heart also stopped and you were unable to breathe on your own." "l-lt was that serious..." "Under such conditions, even I thought it would be hopeless, even when you are a Campione." Erica's manner of speaking made it seem like she was very angry. "Your current body is truly ridiculous. Not long after that, you resumed breathing and your body kept healing while you slept. It has already recovered completely." It was ridiculous indeed. Even though he was the subject in question, G.o.dou nodded vigorously. "By the way, what about Zamparini-san?" "Currently missing, after being blown away by the storm. However, since he completely failed to enter Melqart's view at the time, I think his chances of survival are quite high. The magi of [Panormus] are currently searching for him, but due to the current weather, they haven't made much progress." G.o.dou looked outside the window. Enduring the roaring wind and pelted by the ma.s.sive raindrops, the window had been rattling noisily all this time. "The storm has continued all the while?" "Yes, just like this all along. However, the storm zone only covers the northwest region of Sicily centered on the city of Palermo. Also, Soluntum Archaeological Park... was sunk earlier into the sea, at dusk." "What did you say!?" "Those ruins were located on a hillside facing the sea, right? Having weakened its foundations using the pouring rain, Melqart attacked the ground with Yagrush and Ayamur, causing a ma.s.sive landslide which swept the ruins from the hillside into the sea." G.o.dou recalled Melqart's announcement. Every day at sunset, he would sink a city from his former territory into the sea- Although the ruins of Soluntum attracted tourists, it was fortunate that visitors were few in number. However, tomorrow's target was Palermo, a city with a population of one million. Erica nodded as if she read G.o.dou's worries and changed the subject. "By the way, no matter how overabundant a Campione's vitality is, this resurrection performance was way too dramatic and miraculous. What's the secret to this trick?" "Is there any sheep amongst Verethragna's incarnations?" "Of the ten incarnations, the eighth is the ram." "That's the one. When I was struck dead by Melqart, a sheep came to mind. It felt like it could help me escape death, so I tried entrusting my wish to it. So that's what happened. However, I still don't understand." G.o.dou sat on the bed, bewildered. "Amongst the ten incarnations, the bull gives monstrous strength, the camel gives kicking attacks, the boar is a monster, and the bird gives extreme speed. I can understand all of those. But why would a sheep bring recovery?" "Perhaps it's because sheep have been a symbol of bountiful harvests and vitality since ancient times." Erica's fluent answer rendered G.o.dou dumbfounded. "As a type of wild beast that is easily tamed and kept, sheep have been domesticated since very early times as a source of food to support human life. Eventually, it became a sacred beast." "Sacred beast..." "The sheep is a sacred beast with deep ties to royal authority. In ancient times -- particularly amongst nomadic societies, livestock numbers were directly correlated with reliable food supplies, wealth, as well as the population that could be supported." So sheep had this kind of significance? G.o.dou widened his eyes. "G.o.dou, the ten incarnations you usurped, probably recreates Verethragna's powers piecemeal -- the different abilities unleashed by his transformation into various forms." "Indeed, that guy was able to do a lot more. And he wasn't restricted in the number of uses." "Number of uses?" "I've felt it ever since the first time I used this power. Whenever I used an incarnation, it felt like it was no longer available for a period of time. That's right... It's just intuition, but I think it takes a day to reset." Erica sighed lightly in response to G.o.dou's words. "Well, it's not surprising to have this kind of restriction when you have ten different transformations. Next, there are the conditions for using each incarnation." "Yes. I can use the bull when fighting strong enemies, the camel when I'm injured, the boar when I want to destroy a ma.s.sive target, the bird when the enemy's speed is astounding, and the sheep probably when I'm about to die... W-What about that weapon of light, how do I use it? Yeah, Erica, that bright and shiny thing." "It's the [Golden Sword] Verethragna was using, right?" Erica was the first to utter the description that had suddenly occurred in his mind before he died. "I thought of it while you were recovering. And stop using such a crude description like 'bright and shiny weapon.' You should call it the [Brilliant Sword of Light] instead. Pay attention, G.o.dou, you're probably lacking in poetic talent." Criticized, G.o.dou began scratching his head. "Well, I can't disagree at all... In any case, can we think of a way to find out how the [Sword] can be used?" "Why not do the same as before, figure it out on the fly?" "In a battle against a G.o.d, it's not gonna work." G.o.dou declared in no uncertain terms as Erica pondered. "How should I put it... Right, as a first step, I have to follow my heart and let instinct guide me. Also, I feel like I'm not supposed to forget about being smart and crafty. I don't think I could have done this before I went to the ruins." G.o.dou muttered as if reciting words of warning that had been carved somewhere in his heart. After Erica listened with great intrigue, she offered new information. "Understood. Let's think again later. By the way, Lucretia of Sardinia has woken up. I obtained her contact through a Cagliari a.s.sociation. If you have anything to ask, G.o.dou, why don't you give her a call?" Part 2 'Hmm, I suppose words of congratulations are in order, young man. An instant job change from commoner to level one Devil King... In any case, it's great to know you are safe. It is truly worthy of celebration.' In an idle lobby of the little hospital, G.o.dou and Erica were using a public telephone in a corner to contact a female acquaintance. 'I've already been informed of the basic situation by Miss Erica. Having to duel the divine king Melqart immediately after your rebirth as a G.o.d-slayer, your life is truly one filled with stormy drama.' Lucretia Zola spoke with nonchalant airs as usual. Td really like to help you, but given this dreadful weather, neither ship nor plane are allowed to depart, while flight magic has its dangers. Basically, all I can do is cheer for you wholeheartedly. Well, do your best.' "...Thank you very much." Such encouragement was far from rea.s.suring, but G.o.dou still expressed his thanks through the telephone. "By the way, Lucretia-san, the gold and shiny [Sword] that Verethragna was using... It seems like I can use it too, right, so what conditions would it require?" A question that went straight to the point. Given she was one of the top witches in all of Europe, one should hope she was capable of offering useful advice. 'I wouldn't necessarily know.' "That's very true." 'Indeed, when Verethragna understands the detailed origins of an enemy G.o.d, he is able to slice apart the opponent's divinity -- No, wait a minute...' Lucretia suddenly stopped and began to whisper. 'Learn. In order to understand the enemy and forge the blade of wisdom.' These sudden instructions caused G.o.dou to go "Eh?" in response. 'Fufufu. I suddenly received a divine revelation. How fortunate of you, young man. Or rather, it must be the divine presence of Melqart filling the Mediterranean which stimulated my inspiration. Anyway, it's your lucky day.' "What does it mean though?" 'Well. The enemy's mighty stature has given you an advantage instead. It's best that I leave the detailed explanations to Miss Erica. I pray for your victory, Your Majesty the Devil King.' "As expected of the top ranking Witch of Sardinia." Sitting in the back seat of the BMW speeding its way across the stormy streets, Erica expressed admiration after listening to G.o.dou. The hospital where they had stayed earlier was located in a town near the Soluntum Archaeological Park. But since G.o.dou had already recovered, there was no reason to stay any further. After contacting [Panormus], they were picked up. The driver was one of Zamparini's subordinates. "Her spirit vision really revealed something important. This could very well be the key to victory." "Spirit vision -- that's something like clairvoyance, right?" "Yes. Verethragna's final incarnation is the [Warrior] wielding the golden sword. We've already seen it before, how it was used as spell words for slicing G.o.ds apart. G.o.dou, you probably need to understand the enemy's divinity in order to forge the sword. Let's try it immediately!" Erica spoke with great enthusiasm. "Melqart is the king ruling over the Phoenician realm of the G.o.ds. His original name is Baal, which he also mentioned before. His myths later spread to Greece where they became the prototype for the hero Heracles." Erica repeated again what she had said before. "Baal is a sky G.o.d with very ancient origins. Did you know his name was also clearly recorded in the Old Testament of the Bible? Baal was considered the greatest enemy of the [G.o.d] of Judaism and Christianity. At the same time, he was also a divinity which greatly influenced those monotheistic religions." "Eh, is that so!?" "In the Old Testament of the Bible, those who did not follow monotheism mostly engaged in idol worship of demonic deities. In many cases, this was Baal because he was the most popular G.o.d worshiped by inhabitants of the ancient region of Canaan in the Bible's Old Testament... What's the matter?" "Hmm... I have a feeling like something is acc.u.mulating... That should be the description, right?" It felt like a tiny drop of water had fallen into the pool in his heart-- That was the impression G.o.dou received after listening to Erica's profound words. "It feels like we're going in the right direction." "Good. Then let's make the most of our time as I explain Melqart's origins to you. I think it'll probably take two to three hours or so, please pay attention and listen carefully!" While the car raced along the roads at night, amidst howling winds, splattering rain and roaring thunder, Erica continued to teach with her clear tones and melodic voice. Arriving at the Zamparini mansion in its master's absence, they continued in the bedroom where they had spent the previous night. Erica was highly talented whether it came to speaking or teaching. With great clarity and organization, she conveyed "what kind of G.o.d Melqart was" in simple and easily understood terms even when interjected with random chatter. Even so-- "Looks like... It's not working. Why!?" With the storm showing no signs of abating, midnight had arrived. G.o.dou clutched his head. While he listened to Erica's instruction, only a trickle of knowledge managed to flow into the pool in his heart. It felt like forging brilliantly l.u.s.trous golden steel, one particle at a time. However, it was totally not enough. "What am I missing!?" It would pose no problem to G.o.dou if he were asked to write a two-hundred-word essay on Melqart right now. Nevertheless, what on earth was the problem!? "Was Lucretia mistaken...? A spirit vision received by a witch like her should not be this impractical. Then the problem is -- could it be that?" Erica seemed to have realized something. "Hey G.o.dou, can you tell me about the influences of ancient Sumerian civilizations on the origins of the Ugaritic pantheon headed by Baal?" "Of course not. Probably those ancient civilizations like Sumer or Mesopotamia?" G.o.dou answered using what vague knowledge he could recall. "By the way, Erica, you never taught me that at all." "Well, how about the Phoenicians, Canaanites and Hebrews who worshiped Baal and equivalently Melqart as their chief deity? Do you understand what roles these groups played between the ancient orient and the Mediterranean?" "Of course not. Other than the fact that the Phoenicians were a seafaring tribe, I know nothing." "That must be it!" Erica immediately exclaimed as she shook her head. "Right now, you've only memorized the concise origins, but you have yet to understand the G.o.d's true nature and process of development. That is why you're unable to use the golden sword..." "Simply memorizing and rote learning won't work!?" G.o.dou was greatly surprised. Nevertheless, he did agree with her statement. "Let alone essays, you could write a book or two using the knowledge required... Before we attempt any further, let me ask this first, what exactly do I need to learn?" "Right... For sure, Phoenician history is required. Likewise for knowledge about ancient Palestine. Let's skip Judaism and Christianity which grew out of oriental soil for now since it'd be more appropriate to first understand what is considered the most ancient culture, that of the Sumerians. Also, same for Egypt. After that, there is the primitive nomadic society which gave rise to the existence of the sky G.o.d..." "Can this lecture be done within half a day or so?" "Are you stupid? Even if you spend two hundred times the time, it's impossible!" M ii ii ii Realizing the difficulty they faced, G.o.dou and Erica fell silent. In that very instant, a large crash of thunder descended nearby. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The crash resounded. Furthermore, blown by strong wind, a broken board smashed into the bedroom window with a great "bang!" With the sound of shattering gla.s.s, raging wind and rain invaded the room. "In that case, we might as well do what we can..." Realizing the storm was strengthening, G.o.dou muttered. "Erica, in any case, you should tell me all the information you consider essential, one piece at a time. I don't know if we'll make it in time, but we must give our full effort for as long as we're able to." "That's a waste of effort. Rather than that, let's first review our options for a more practical plan." As G.o.dou suggested they continue no matter what, Erica made a proposal. "For example, there's [Instruction] magic, which can pour knowledge into the mind in very short time... It will be much more practical and efficient in comparison." "Eh? Such convenient magic exists!?" "Yes. Although it's a spell which only maintains its effects for half a day or so, it does allow an entire library of books' worth of knowledge to be transmitted without issue. However, there remains the fact that you are a Campione." Though Erica displayed hope for the first time, she immediately continued with an expression of melancholy. "Remember how all the magic cast on us was deflected by you? That effect not only applies to hostile magic, but also towards beneficial magic as well." "So there's no other way to remember other than through magic after all..." "Well, it's not like we're Bianchi, taking shortcuts... Ah." Erica suddenly stopped talking as if she had said something wrong. Furthermore, her beautiful face went all red. G.o.dou was intrigued. What was going on? "You've already said this much, don't just stop there. Continue." "T-There shouldn't be anything to continue! I refuse to sacrifice any additional purity beyond what I've already lost! Forget everything you just heard!" "W-Wait a minute! Where are you going!?" Erica suddenly ran out of the room, screaming with her face flushed red, completely ignoring G.o.dou's calls for her to stop. Her figure gradually receded in the distance. Part 3 Night had pa.s.sed and it was now 11 am the next day. G.o.dou was idling in the Zamparini residence's astonishingly s.p.a.cious living room. It was like a hotel lobby with three very large sofa couches. There was also a large LCD television. Erica had gone missing since last night. After questioning the maids, G.o.dou found out she had apparently left the mansion. G.o.dou had wondered if he should go find her but finally decided against it. He was now sitting alone on a couch, watching television. A local cable news program was currently airing, reporting live the situation of Palermo after the storm zone had arrived for half a day. Within the confines of an interior bay in the harbor, what should have been a calm and peaceful sea was now a turbulent storm. The seaside route of Corso Vittorio Emanuele had also flooded. On this city's bustling street were numerous tourist attractions such as duomo cathedrals or the Palazzo dei Normanni. It also featured sixteenth century structures such as Porta Nuova on its west and Porta Felice on the eastern end. Just now, G.o.dou had asked one of Zamparini's suited subordinates about the situation in the city. There seemed to be an exceptionally intense aura occupying the airs.p.a.ce above the Bay of Palermo. Melqart was causing the storm from there... That was what the magi had observed. By the way, it really was an exceptionally fierce storm... Though compared to the most severe cla.s.s of storm that G.o.dou knew, this level of rain and wind speed was definitely not the highest. From what he could tell on television, cars could still barely make their way across the roads near the Bay of Palermo. It was not yet the kind of flood which paralyzed the functioning of an entire city. To Melqart, this storm was probably just a warmup exercise. The attack scheduled to arrive at dusk again, now that would be true divine punishment descending from the sky G.o.d... "Ultimately, no matter what, I have to face him..." Muttering to himself, G.o.dou felt burdened with a heavy heart. If he simply let the situation develop as before and entered another "duel" against Melqart, the result would likely be identical. He would be killed without the slightest idea how to counterattack. Trying to challenge the outcome again would not bring any changes. With an incredibly gloomy heart, G.o.dou looked up at the images on television. No matter what their size, ships and boats moored at the harbor were gradually washed away. The city streets were flooded as a result of the persisting rainstorm. The howling wind was sending signs and timber flying, as well as wooden huts and building materials such as bricks from some home... Not only were branches snapped off by the wind, even entire tree trunks could be found scattered across the streets. The city of Palermo was brought to a tragic state. Melqart had already announced. He will sink this city into the sea today at sunset. "I can't ignore what's happening, right..." G.o.dou had witnessed all sorts of scenes on the television. This was enough to rouse G.o.dou's determination. If the one who interfered in the battle between Verethragna the war G.o.d and Melqart the G.o.d of storms, if he himself did not handle this situation- Just at that moment, noticing someone behind him, G.o.dou turned around to find Erica. "What the heck are you doing? You didn't even try to find me. I can't believe you're just lazing around in a place like this." Despite Erica's scolding words, G.o.dou replied calmly. "Because I knew you'd return by yourself." "Why?" "Since I'm the only one who has the slightest chance of winning, and Erica, you're the only one who knows the way to victory, if we don't cooperate, that G.o.d cannot be stopped. I felt that given you're so smart, you'll definitely figure that out and come back. Well--" Seeing that Erica was clearly still angry, G.o.dou continued. "Basically, it's the only choice left given no alternatives... That's what I thought." "Isn't that completely obvious!? Had there been an alternative path of survival, I would never have steeled my heart to return. And to think G.o.dou you are sitting here all casual, it's truly infuriating!" "A-Am I really that casual?" As Erica continued her temper tantrum, G.o.dou was at his wits' end. "I'm really worried as I watch this city and island being targeted, you know." "So am I. In order to safeguard a virgin's purity, sacrificing a city or two would not be too much -- that's what I was thinking, but as a knight, I can't really allow myself to give in to such temptation..." "Purity? Didn't you mention that yesterday as well?" As G.o.dou stood there bewildered, Erica suddenly traced out complicated patterns in the air with her finger to form some kind of seal. "...This is barrier magic. A spell to prevent anyone from coming in here for now." She's making sure we have privacy! G.o.dou felt more and more suspicious. "Magic is ineffective against Devil King Campiones. This is a fundamental principle that cannot be overturned. However, exceptions do exist after all. G.o.dou, you've already experienced it before." "Eh?" "After the battle against Bianchi, I gave you a drug, right? One that produces the same effect as performing healing magic on a human. You recovered so quickly thanks to that." "Eh? But isn't magic ineffective against Campiones?" "Yes. But through the intake of a magical drug, applying magic to the body from the inside is a completely different matter." "So, based on what you said yesterday, Erica, if there's a drug infused with magic for transmitting knowledge -- all I need to do is swallow it!" "That's exactly the issue. But no such drug exists. Even if it existed, the chances of successfully teaching you all knowledge on Melqart... Is zero." a.s.serting directly, Erica turned to face G.o.dou with a decisive expression. "Only one method remains. Applying [Instruction] magic through the mouth, pouring all necessary knowledge into you -- I've already spent a night in contemplation, there is no other way!" Applying through the mouth? In other words, could it be that? "Could it be, s-something like mouth to mouth!?" "Yes. Precisely. Applying magic to you in any other manner will not work." Before they knew it, G.o.dou and Erica found themselves looking at each other face to face. They were both blushing. After all, this was how embarra.s.sing this kind of thing was to them. "To be that concerned with purity... Erica is actually inexperienced, after all?" "l-lsn't that obvious? As the daughter of the Blandelli family, of course I wish to preserve a virgin state for the beloved man I shall marry one day..." Erica confessed despite her trembling lips. "However, in any case, because of such extenuating circ.u.mstances, it can't be helped. Imagining myself from a [King]'s standpoint, if there was a young maiden beside me who possessed the knowledge I required for battle -- 1 would immediately order her to offer her lips. For the sake of dueling a G.o.d." "N-No, but that's terrible!" "Which is why I said it can't be helped -- rather, this is quite unfair. We are simply doing what we must do. You are fighting because you are [King]. I am a.s.sisting the [King] as a knight. All for the sake of saving this poor innocent city and its people." With what appeared to be awe-inspiring honor, as well as the shy heart of a pure maiden, Erica declared. Furthermore, she began to whisper as she brought her face near G.o.dou's cheek. "You should understand clearly now? There's no other way." "A-Ah yeah. But then, how should I put this--" "How indecisive of you... Fine, if you don't have the courage to do so, I will take initiative and kiss you first." Declaring courageously, Erica pressed her lips even closer. However. Just as she was about to reach G.o.dou's lips, her movements stopped. Those l.u.s.trous lips of hers, were trembling nonstop. She must be scared after all, hesitating over her first time. "G.o.dou. You are the [King] while I am the knight. Hence, this should stand as no loss to either you or me." Erica shuddered as she mustered her courage and drew her face close again. Consequently, G.o.dou also steeled his determination. After the battle against Verethragna, Erica had kept initiative firmly in her hands, but this could not be allowed to continue indefinitely. He definitely could not become anyone's puppet. The most important thing was "decisiveness." As well as the shouldering of responsibility. Hence, I shall— "Erica, I will fight Melqart. I'm very sorry, but please lend your strength to me!" While making this declaration, G.o.dou approached with his face -- and took Erica's lips. "Mmm, hmm!?" "Teach me, things about that G.o.d." Kissing awkwardly as he muttered. Erica's lips were sealed. "G-Got it. Okay, G.o.dou? Melqart, and equivalently, Baal originated from the primitive society of Semitic tribes, a very ancient divinity, you see..." "S-Semitic tribes? In concrete terms, that means?" "Just ask slowly and gradually, one question at a time. I will teach you properly -- and transmit to you... Mmmm." Both of them were clearly unaccustomed to this. Kissing as they pressed their lips firmly together, they frantically conversed. Following such a rhythm, their teeth often collided and they even made unnecessary talk. Nevertheless, they continued to hold their lips tightly together. Erica's magic was transmitting vivid images and bountiful knowledge into G.o.dou's mind. Numerous geographical locations and historical drama. The names and legends of the G.o.ds who ruled over this great land. For the sake of connecting various elements, and interpreting all kinds of keywords... "As Melqart's true form, Baal is a divinity that could not have been conceived in a land with four seasons like j.a.pan. He is a G.o.d born from the desert and the wilderness. Furthermore, he is the [G.o.d of Storms] formed from both the searing sun and torrential rains." Pa.s.sionately whispering softly, Erica's lips felt unbelievably sweet. "Records of Baal in literature are extremely few in number. Nevertheless, he frequently makes his appearance in a certain ancient text that survives in close proximity to us. Namely, the Bible's Old Testament. Baal's traces are actually most commonly found in the sacred text of the religion that regarded him with enmity." While knowledge was repeatedly transmitted, the two of them kept leaning their bodies forward more and more. G.o.dou seemed to be trying to cover up Erica's mouth completely as he pressed his lips down upon her. Sealed by such pressure, Erica's lips continued to transmit knowledge without pause. However, she did not remain pa.s.sive and reactionary for long. Erica opened her mouth, trying to surround G.o.dou's lips as she kissed him this time. Furthermore, she was using her lips to carefully explore G.o.dou's lips. Even the tiniest of s.p.a.ces between their lips were being cautiously compressed as they continued to kiss. Wishing to probe ever deeper, their hearts opened sincerely to each other and connected. Those were G.o.dou's hopes, and probably Erica's too. Thus, their kissing naturally grew more and more pa.s.sionate as they continued. Perhaps due to their inexperience in this type of behavior, they did not reach overly intense heights. However, their rich and delicate kisses caused saliva to continually escape the confines of their lips, completely moistening the corners of their mouths, moving as if under a dreamlike state. Not long after that, the two of them suddenly let go of each other's lips with a surprised expression, their faces blushing brightly. Immediately, G.o.dou could feel Verethragna's dormant power in his body awaken. The pool of water in his heart that was previously acc.u.mulating in a drop-wise fashion, was flooded all of a sudden -- filling his heart with an incredible sense of satisfaction. It could now be used. What the warlord Verethragna had used once, the G.o.d-severing spell words were now ready for use. Certain he had obtained a new weapon, G.o.dou nodded deeply. Part 4 Things were exceptionally awkward afterwards. G.o.dou and Erica were unable to look into each other's face. No matter what, it was too embarra.s.sing. G.o.dou desperately searched his mind for a way to start a conversation with Erica. However, he was a fifteen-year-old boy with absolutely no experience in this area. Most probably, he would not be able to find any model answer. "S-Say, Erica..." "Do not speak a single word! There is no need for that... I am totally fine. I, Erica Blandelli, will not lose composure to something like this. This is no shock to me." Cutting G.o.dou off, Erica murmured as she continued comforting herself. "Besides... Although there was no choice given the emergency situation, it is still within acceptable limits, even to me. Had the boy I kissed been an earthworm or a hyena, even if those were lips that would drive me to bite my tongue to commit suicide afterwards, I will not complain a single word." "l-ls that so?" "Besides, there also exists the case of the frog prince kissing the princess. So there is nothing strange here anyway. So like I said, I am totally fine." She really seemed quite shocked, but her defiant att.i.tude was definitely intact. G.o.dou was slightly rea.s.sured. If it would help this glamorous girl recover her spirits, he did not mind being labelled an earthworm, a frog or anything like that. That was what G.o.dou thought in earnest. No matter what it took, he was willing to compensate Erica for going so far. G.o.dou spoke up: "Hey Erica. I'm a pacifist and I hate conflict and violent behavior. Furthermore, the fact that there are no absolutes in the outcomes of battles, that is also one of my beliefs." "You seem to be talking to yourself." Finding Erica had recovered slightly, G.o.dou continued. "I'm going to confront Melqart next. I definitely will not lose to him." "...Really, definitely?" "Ah yes. I can swear on it." "Fine. Very well. In that case I will forgive you completely. G.o.dou, promise me you will fight for my sake. Furthermore, you must save this island from Melqart's threat!" "Of course. Leave it all to me!" After that, they did not bring up the topic of [Instruction] again. Erica lifted her face with vigor and swept her hand through the brilliant blonde hair that adorned her head like a crown. G.o.dou was also determined to forget the previous scene and go back to normal. Only the battle lay before them. Erica summoned magi from [Panormus] and ordered them to prepare the car. Their destination was the sea, the Bay of Palermo where Melqart was hidden high above in the sky. Gazing through the window of the car, G.o.dou witnessed the city's storm-battered state which could not be seen through television. Due to the severe weather, there were few pedestrians about. Overwhelming drainage systems, rainwater flooded the streets with volumes on the level of a small river. Nevertheless, thanks to the height and water resistance offered by the 4WD vehicle, they managed to reach the main road along the sh.o.r.e. This was Via Cala facing the Bay of Palermo. G.o.dou and Erica got off the vehicle before the s.p.a.cious yacht harbor that was once a trading port. "While handing matters over to [Panormus] to handle yesterday, apparently all the people in the buildings and facilities along the sh.o.r.e have been evacuated. There's basically no one in the area, so it's fine even if you ignore the issue of casualties." "If anyone stayed near such a turbulent sea, they could be engulfed by giant waves at any time." The Bay of Palermo had been an excellent harbor since pre-era times, for it was an extremely calm inner bay. But currently, this stretch of sea was as turbulent as outer waters during storms. Pelted by the rainwater of the raging storm, G.o.dou's and Erica's clothes were instantly drenched. It was currently two in the afternoon. If they failed to defeat Melqart before dusk, the city of Palermo would be sunk into the sea- With a glance from G.o.dou, Erica immediately took off. Her a.s.signed role was to provide support as the situation demanded while keeping a certain distance. In a battle against a G.o.d, it would be too dangerous to fight in a formation like in an RPG. That was what G.o.dou learnt from Zamparini's example. Like Erica had done last time, it was best to have his comrades stay back in reserve so that they can react according to changes in the situation. "Are you there, Melqart!? Please respond to my challenge now!" G.o.dou yelled out to sea as he endured the rain splattering upon him. Immediately, lightning flashed. 'Oh! The G.o.d-slayer of the orient! How resilient of you to survive!' "Yeah. So what!?" G.o.dou shouted loudly in response to the G.o.d's voice accompanied by the rumbles of roaring thunder. 'Kukuku... As Melqart who vanquished his own elder brother the dragon king Yam^, I seem to have gone a little senile. Could it be possible that I actually failed to discern my enemy's strength in reserve! Though there are many G.o.ds carrying the attribute of immortality, you seem to possess the same authority, brat!' The raging storm suddenly stopped. A fissure opened up between the thick and heavy thunderclouds, allowing sunshine to reach the ground. A [Heretic G.o.d] was present within the beam of light. His appearance was identical to the Phoenician divine king G.o.dou had faced in the ruins on the island of Sardinia. The strongly built man was covered with bulging musculature and overflowing with an air of wild roughness. His tousled hair always left a strong impression on others. His attire consisted of a tattered mantle of grubby cloth, leather breastplate and sandals. Nevertheless, in contrast to his coa.r.s.e attire, his entire body emanated a [King]'s terrifying splendor. And he was very huge. Melqart's height stood at 15m or so. 'Brat, the authority you managed to usurp from Verethragna certainly proves to be rather versatile. However, I would advise you not to entrust your hopes to clever little powers. Against the unrelenting hunter of dragons, Melqart the embodiment of lightning, the warlord of the changing forms is nothing but a minor character!' "So what. Even if you are indeed the ancient [King] of the G.o.ds." G.o.dou looked up at the giant descending along with the sun's rays. "You are definitely not invincible, nor are you an existence who knows nothing of defeat. But that guy -- Verethragna, claimed to be the strongest, most victorious, and never defeated. Well, even though it sounds a bit strange to say it myself, still, the odds don't seem that stacked against me." 'Oh? You sound like you know everything about me, eh...' Giant Melqart landed on the main road by the sh.o.r.e, laughing delightfully. 'Nevertheless, the battlefield is not decided by fighting words but arrows and blades as well as fists. I shall do well to teach this lesson to your body thoroughly!' "Nay. Words can become power and turn into swords. Have you forgotten, Melqart?!" Words continuously surfaced in G.o.dou's mind. He already understood. These were spell words. The scripture for controlling the war G.o.d's authority. The incantations for summoning and raising the power dormant in Kusanagi G.o.dou's body. "Your power was once sliced apart by that guy's words, right? If you really believe that I failed to inherit that power, isn't it too early for jumping to conclusions!? --I am the strongest!" Hearing G.o.dou's spell words, Melqart went "Hmm" and entered a stance. "Brat, you've usurped his blade -- the brilliant golden sword!?" "Yes! Behold the words of this incantation, both eloquent and powerful. I am the sword of wisdom, that which tears foes apart. I am the strongest, for I am the one holding all victory in my hands. I shall smash through all enemies in my way!" Turning into Verethragna's final incarnation, G.o.dou unleashed the golden sword. Flashing light gradually flooded the surroundings. "Melqart is a G.o.d born in the ancient Middle East. Baal is his true name. He was originally the [Sky] -- the G.o.d worshiped by primitive nomadic tribes who tended to sheep and lived upon them. In ancient times, people viewed this G.o.d as the infinite unbounded sky itself!" Several tiny spheres of light manifested in response to these words. At first there were only ten or so, but very soon their numbers multiplied. Each and every one of them was brilliantly golden in color. This was the [Sword] indeed. The G.o.d-severing golden blade. "Central Asian nomadic tribes -- such as the Mongolians, also deified the [Sky] in a similar manner. However, Baal, and equivalently, Melqart belongs to the Middle East... A G.o.d born in the land of the orient. He is not simply a G.o.d of the sky, for he has one greatest attribute. Namely, the G.o.d of the [Rainy Season]!" The ultimate ident.i.ty of the G.o.d before him. The surrounding brightness increased as he continued to chant -- before he knew it there were over a thousand flashing spheres of light hovering all around G.o.dou. Bright as the countless stars that fill the night sky, it was like a sparkling galaxy. "In the land of the Middle East where the dry and the rainy seasons are distinct and separate, 'storms' only arrive during the rainy season. Accompanied by the raging wind of cyclones and land sinking from the pouring rain, lightning descends from the sky. Nevertheless, because storms bring rainwater ~ without the benefits brought by this water, plants and animals, and even humans would certainly fail to survive. Though your 'storms' cause the death of many, it is also the nourishment of life!" 'Hmph -- true words. I am the storm of the rainy season. The G.o.d who embodies both blessing and destruction from the sky!' Melqart yelled. 'Now I shall test the results of your sword forged from words of wisdom. O Wind, O Rain, O Thunder!' These too, were spell words. Like the ones used by G.o.dou, they were words carrying power. 'By Melqart's true name of Baal Hadad, I summon! O Storm, listen to the calls of the cloud rider, make haste and come!" Melqart's muscular body dissociated to become violent wind. Furthermore, hundreds of flashes of lightning were fired in all directions. "You are the sky G.o.d of storms worshiped by the nomadic tribes. These people soon started to engage agricultural settlers who worshiped G.o.ds of the land and the sea, eventually subjugating them with overwhelming military might!" 'Kukuku... The weak should bow down to the strong. This is the truth of the world!' "The G.o.ds of the land and the sea worshiped by farmers who lived in villages and towns, were indeed symbolized by the sacred beast, the [Dragon]. Hence, Baal, and equivalently Melqart, is the hunter of dragons!" Emulating Verethragna, G.o.dou spoke profound words. All this was for the sake of making the sword sharper and more effective. "Becoming the enemy of settled peoples, you took on the appearance of a savage giant who vanquished dragons. Thereafter, the coa.r.s.e savage began ruling as [King], as tyrannical as the storms. This is Baal, or in other words, Melqart's true nature!" G.o.dou yelled out the origins of the sky G.o.d before him and began manipulating the [Sword]. A portion of the golden light flew around its user, dancing haphazardly. The raging wind which should have blown G.o.dou away was sliced apart, disappearing instantly. The lightning and thunder that should have burnt G.o.dou to a crisp, were also annihilated a hair's breadth away from him, leaving only the distinctive odors of ions. "I am the strongest bearer of victory. Obstructions, be dismissed from my path!" This time, G.o.dou chanted Verethragna's scripture in order to attack. Several dozen golden lights flew towards Melqart, aiming to slice apart the G.o.d's main body. Tsk!' Fifteen-meter-tall Melqart took a flying leap. Despite his ma.s.sive body, he was truly worthy of his t.i.tle as the king of storms. As the wielder of agile wind and keen thunder, he dodged the spheres of light most splendidly. Melqart proceeded to hover in the sky, shouting majestically. 'Very well, G.o.d-slayer! I too shall call upon my weapons to engage you who has drawn your sword. O Yagrush, O Ayamur, the cloud rider Baal summons you two!' Responding to his commands, the magic club Yagrush flew out of empty s.p.a.ce. Following in succession, the one flying out from the thunderclouds was naturally Ayamur. These were the sacred weapons of Baal that had sent G.o.dou to his grave the day before. "d.a.m.n it... As expected, I can't win that easily!" G.o.dou smacked his lips. Melqart knew very well. When an enemy performs a threatening attack, one would be forced to concentrate on defense. If the G.o.d of storms fell for that, G.o.dou would calmly attack with the [Sword] and slice through the enemy along with the defensive barrier. Hence, he did the opposite. Not only did he eschew defense, Melqart went for offense instead. This in turn made G.o.dou aware of his own need to defend. 'Yagrush the Chaser, Ayamur the Driver! Charging swiftly, flying swiftly, sweep everything away!' "Evildoers shall never triumph over me! Tremble before the greatness of my strength!" In order to control their respective loyal weapons, G.o.d and G.o.d-slayer chanted spell words simultaneously. Part 5 Under Erica Blandelli's careful gaze, the battle was gradually approaching a climax. 'By my renown as the lion-hunting and dragon-slaying hero, I hereby command, fly across the sky!' Melqart chanted spell words and brandished his weapons. Namely, violent wind and lightning. With hurricane force, powerful gusts of wind rampaged and swept across Palermo's sh.o.r.e. Whether made of stone or steel-reinforced concrete, buildings creaked noisily under the strain. Cars parked on the roadside were blown tumbling while boats and ships moored at the pier were washed into the sea. Furthermore, lightning continually shot out from the dark clouds, incinerating the land. The next target of the raging wind and lightning, was naturally Kusanagi G.o.dou. Like a ma.s.sive tidal wave crashing down upon him, the wind and thunder rushed towards the youth who commanded thousands of star-like lights. However, these spheres of light surrounding G.o.dou did not lose to the raging wind and lightning. Sparkling gems of light -- the [Sword] born from Verethragna's spell words flew around nimbly, tracing out radiant trails in the air. Sliced by the brilliant spheres, the storm was instantly neutralized, returning to calm serenity. The thunder was eviscerated in the same manner, and the temperature and impact of the lightning was rendered equally harmless. The [Sword] successfully sealed away Melqart's authority. On further thought, these light spheres numbered over a thousand. Properly arranged into a defensive formation, they should be almost impenetrable. When a swordsman held perfect defensive capabilities, it was standard procedure to patiently search for openings in the attacking side. Waiting for the attacker's momentum to subside, and for attacks to wear out. But in the current situation, the presence of Yagrush and Ayamur did not allow G.o.dou to do that. The first club, Yagrush, was enveloped in gales. Flying up, down, left, right, freely across the four cardinal directions, it attacked from all sides and angles like raging wind, trying to snipe G.o.dou from a spot where the sword formation of light could not defend. The second club, Ayamur, was shrouded in lightning. Rapidly descending towards G.o.dou in a straight line, it gave off intense heat like burning charcoal. Though its attack trajectory was simple and direct, it travelled extremely quickly, with lightning speed no matter how you looked at it. "By these words of truth, I bestow protection upon myself. Know that I cannot be vanquished!" Feeling slightly anxious, G.o.dou composed spell words once again, desperately trying to endure. Using several dozen spheres of the [Sword], G.o.dou sealed off the path of Yagrush and its accompanying gales descending from behind, intending to overwhelm and slice it to pieces. However, the wind and the club soon penetrated the blades of light and returned to the sky. Immediately after that, Ayamur came flying like lightning, prompting G.o.dou to attempt to eliminate it with a counterattack. However, it too failed to be sliced. Instead, Ayamur was deflected by the [Sword] and sent flying back like a tennis ball which had been struck by a racquet. "Guh~!" Yagrush and Ayamur's offensive powers transcended ordinary wind and thunder. G.o.dou endured it all. The weapon he controlled was not a real sword but a magical blade constructed from spell words. "...Perhaps a Campione's authority manifests in a form that is most natural for the possessor to control." Erica murmured to herself. The Eastern European Devil King, Marquis Voban, started out completely unversed in martial arts and magic, just like G.o.dou. Nevertheless, he fought like a ferocious beast by summoning packs of demonic wolves using his [Legion of Hungry Wolves] authority, even turning himself into a wolf. That took place in the first half of the nineteenth century. At the time, there existed mercenary teams of magi who relied on flame magic and the latest firearms and weaponry to obtain great firepower. They were active as soldiers in the special forces of various powerful nations. And the one who exterminated them all, was Marquis Voban during his days as a youth. In addition, a mysterious war G.o.d had descended somewhere in Europe during that time. In order to slaughter the G.o.d's sacred forces, the Marquis had gathered his own demonic army under his command. Nicknamed the "King of Wisdom," the elderly Campione repeatedly engaged in intense and b.l.o.o.d.y battles against his peers. It was a legend established in a matter of years by a vagabond youth. Currently, Erica could very well be witnessing the opening scene of a similar story. As the protagonist of the current story, G.o.dou was desperately defending against Melqart's attacks. However, signs of anxiety could be seen from the side of his face. It was perfectly clear from his expression. As much as she wished to deny it, perhaps certain bonds were solidifying between the two of them for some reason. Precisely because of this, right? Without any other choice, she had undertaken the ritual of [Instruction] together with him. In response to G.o.dou's demands, Erica had immersed herself in the required behavior. Simply recalling the event was enough to make her cheeks hot. "It was a mistake that happened in the heat of the moment due to those circ.u.mstances. Regardless, as the one who became the seventh Campione, he is not a man suitable for Erica Blandelli..." As Erica grumbled to herself, she focused her attention on the battle once more. With many dangerously close encounters, G.o.dou continued to defend against Melqart's wind and thunder as well as the attacks conducted by Yagrush and Ayamur. However, Erica was certain. He was getting anxious after all. In addition, he seemed to be hesitating over something-! The instant she realized, Erica had already summoned Cuore di Leone into her right hand. At the same time, her surcoat also manifested and wrapped around her. This sacred protective garment, patterned with rossonero stripes, was only allowed to be worn by great knights of the [Copper Black Cross]. "Clearly you are already a G.o.d-slayer, but why do you still keep bringing trouble to others!?" For some reason, Erica actually felt happy about this. The gales and thunder on the battlefield were as turbulent as Whitewater rapids. Nevertheless, she advanced towards the youth in the very center. Even if she could not reach his side, it was sufficient as long as she could get within hearing distance. The brave smile of a lioness flashed spectacularly across her face for an instant. "As expected of a G.o.d, this won't be easy to finish..." G.o.dou muttered to himself. Were Melqart's attacks limited to wind and lightning, defending would not be too difficult. But Yagrush and Ayamur, lying in wait using the storm for cover, were truly terrifying. It was completely impossible to predict when or where the two magic clubs would suddenly attack. 'Chaser and Driver, pursue with all your might! May the ocean be exiled, and even the sea currents crushed!' Melqart stood upright within the storm, composing spell words. In response to his summons, wind and thunder sprang into action, as Yagrush and Ayamur continued to fly in the sky. To protect himself from the attacks of the two clubs, G.o.dou kept using the [Sword] for defense. His manner of control was completely self-styled. As Yagrush came flying in a circular trajectory -- this could be considered the "ball" while the numerous blades of light acted as the "glove." Vivid images of catching penetrating batted b.a.l.l.s surfaced in memory. Thus, the [Sword] moved swiftly and blocked Yagrush splendidly. Immediately, lightning-powered Ayamurflew with amazing speed. This recalled impressions of batting against pitches of strong fastb.a.l.l.s. Similarly, the [Sword] spectacularly struck the lightning-speed club squarely, sending it rebounding with a clang. "Well, it's not too different from baseball after all..." G.o.dou knew this was simply his nonsensical comparison, but it turned out to be surprisingly effective. However, another emerging problem could not be ignored. The blades of spell words were gradually decreasing in number. It was like a bladed tool which dulled with each use--! At the beginning, there were roughly a thousand spheres of light, but now only about half remained. He definitely had to switch to offense before all the light spheres disappeared. However, Melqart was also initiating even more intense a.s.saults. Raging wind and lighting began a boisterous dance. Furthermore, Yagrush and Ayamur which hounded G.o.dou towards his demise, were attacking with ever increasing ferocity. G.o.d