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Cutting through layer after layer of clouds, Vimana streaked across the sky at full speed.
Under its divine acceleration, a distance that would normally take an hour to cross vanished in moments. Shirou Emiya, Shuna, and little Rimuru soon witnessed the power of a Heretic God with their own eyes.
Ahead of them, dark clouds gathered unnaturally.
They were dense. Heavy. Completely blotting out the sky.
"That's the power of a Heretic God."
Shirou Emiya spoke calmly.
"Eh?"
Shuna and little Rimuru looked confused.
"Lord Emiya, isn't that just a cloud?" Shuna asked hesitantly. "Can you really sense the aura of a Heretic God from something like that?"
"Of course not."
Shirou Emiya chuckled.
"That's just my deduction."
"Deduction?"
Shuna tilted her head. Over the past half month, through constant learning, she had already grasped the meanings of many unfamiliar words from this world. Deduction was one of them.
"That's right."
Seeing her still uncertain, Shirou Emiya explained patiently.
"In this world, because of different geographical regions, each place has its own climate characteristics."
"For example, Sardinia belongs to the Mediterranean climate zone. Warm temperatures, dry air, and very little rainfall."
He looked ahead at the mass of clouds swallowing the horizon.
"But judging by the scale of those clouds, what's coming is a torrential downpour. Something that should only happen once in a century."
Understanding dawned on Shuna's face.
"So that's how it is."
"This is what you mentioned before, right? The way a god's nature influences the surrounding environment?"
"In other words, among the two gods fighting in Sassari, one of them is a god of storms?"
"Exactly."
Shirou Emiya glanced at her with approval.
"But even so, that description alone isn't enough."
"He isn't merely a god of storms."
"He is also a god of thunder, a god of the sky, and even a king of gods."
"In short, he possesses an extremely complex divinity."
"And his combat power is equally troublesome."
"A King of Gods..."
Shuna couldn't help but react.
That title carried far more weight than any other divine epithet.
"Don't worry."
Shirou Emiya spoke evenly.
"No matter what kind of god he is, he's still just a Heretic God."
As he finished speaking, Vimana had already reached Sassari.
Shirou Emiya adjusted the controls.
The golden aircraft tilted sharply and plunged downward, piercing through the clouds.
The sudden descent instantly drew attention.
"What's that?"
The two Heretic Gods locked in combat both reacted at the same time.
"Who are you?"
"Are you our nemesis? The son of Epimetheus?"
"No..."
One of them narrowed his eyes.
"I don't sense that hateful aura within you."
As the invincible God of War, Verethragna immediately fixed his gaze on the figure seated upon the throne inside Vimana.
"Who are you?"
The question returned once more.
Shirou Emiya rose from the throne.
He stepped forward slowly, his presence steady.
"My name is Shirou Emiya."
"A warrior who has come to challenge the gods."
"And to seize authority."
The moment his words fell, his fighting spirit surged outward.
Iron-blooded resolve. The heroic will of steel.
It transformed into pure battle intent and crashed toward the two Heretic Gods like a tide.
"This aura..."
Both Verethragna and Mekal reacted instantly.
Their eyes lit up.
"I never thought a warrior like you would appear in this era."
Verethragna laughed.
"This iron-blooded presence-just like the heroes of steel from old legends. A true miracle."
"Indeed."
Even Mekal nodded slightly.
"Someone like you is exceedingly rare in this age."
They acknowledged his spirit.
But Mekal's gaze soon sharpened.
"However, spirit alone is not enough."
"Do you truly possess the strength to interfere in a battle between gods?"
Shirou Emiya's fighting spirit rose higher in response.
"Then test it."
His voice was calm.
"Let this be my greeting."
"Vimana."
At his command, the golden aircraft soared overhead.
Then it released its payload.
An ancient nuclear warhead fell from the sky.
Not an ordinary one.
This weapon had been reinforced multiple times by Shirou Emiya's abilities.
Its power surpassed the original by an overwhelming margin.
A strike worthy of ending the world.
"This-!"
Verethragna's pupils shrank.
Mekal reacted just as quickly.
Both gods erected their defenses in an instant.
The next moment-
A sound like the birth of heaven and earth erupted.
Blinding light flooded the land.
Heat surged outward without restraint.
A massive mushroom cloud rose slowly into the sky.
"What... is that?"
High in the sky, Lucrezia Zola stared blankly at the distant mushroom cloud.
Her mind froze.
A nuclear bomb?
The thought echoed again and again.
As humanity's strongest weapon, she knew its power all too well.
But how could such a thing appear in Sardinia?
And in a battle involving Heretic Gods?
As the witch of Sardinia, Lucrezia Zola possessed an extraordinary Spiritual Vision.
Just moments ago, while resting at home, she had suddenly seen an abnormal concentration of divine power near the columnar megaliths outside Sassari.
Sensing danger, she immediately rushed out.
Now, though she hadn't reached the exact location yet, the scene before her confirmed everything.
"A Heretic God has been born."
"And they're fighting."
Thinking about the damage this battle could inflict upon the entire island, Lucrezia Zola clenched her teeth and accelerated forward.
She had to stop it.
"Interesting."
"Interesting, interesting."
Verethragna laughed loudly.
"Boy, I admit it."
"You have the strength to fight us."
The mushroom cloud slowly dispersed.
Though their appearance was somewhat disheveled, the two Heretic Gods stood upon the land with almost no injuries.
The previous attack had barely scratched them.
"Come."
Verethragna spread his arms wide.
"Grant me defeat."
As a God of Victory who pursued loss above all else, the stronger the opponent, the better.
Only then could he truly revel in battle.
Mekal, however, did not share his enthusiasm.
His expression darkened.
"How dare you offend the King in such a manner."
"Boy, I will personally punish you."
"You will be torn apart by locusts."
"Locusts?"
A golden figure descended from the sky.
He landed lightly on the ground.
"Locusts are Mekal's servants."
The voice continued calmly.
"Besides being the god of storms, Mekal is also the god of the sea."
"The god of the sun."
"And the god of life, who governs both harvest and desolation."
"Therefore, locusts-creatures that devour crops and lay waste to the land-are symbols of his authority."
Mekal's gaze shifted.
"I didn't expect someone in this era to know my name."
"Boy, your crime of offending the King is forgiven."
"Is that so?"
Shirou Emiya replied evenly.
"Though it means nothing, I thank you for your benevolence."
Golden armor covered his body.
A golden spear rested firmly in his hand.
Scarlet Rimuru's Bow was slung across his back.
Magic surged around him without restraint.
At this moment, he stood at his peak.
"The aura of the sun..."
"A divine artifact?"
Both Verethragna and Mekal were stunned.
They could clearly sense it.
The power of the sun radiated from both his armor and his weapon.
Then Shirou Emiya spoke.
"Since Your Majesty is so benevolent..."
"Why not let me have your head?"
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