Afterward, Aslan unhesitatingly threw the Divine Sword of Salvation in his hand to the ground.
If he could, he'd even want to stomp on it twice.
To call this thing the Divine Sword of Salvation—Aslan felt it was too embarrassing, unworthy of its name.
A sword that siphons the life force of the planet—why should it be called the Divine Sword of Salvation?
But before Aslan could act, a loud incantation rang out.
"We beseech the rebirth of the sword, cleaving the darkness of the world's end, slaying all Devil King God Slayers!"
"The sword among swords, the noblest blade among blades."
"You are the blade that annihilates Devil Kings, the white light that saves the world, born to exterminate all Rakshasa in the world!"
"The Holy King manifesting at the end of times, descend swiftly!"
The corner of Aslan's mouth twitched, and he grumbled instinctively.
"Is it absolutely necessary to chant incantations?"
Though chanting incantations could sometimes be cool, for some reason, Aslan felt so awkward he wanted to dig at the floor with his toes.
A shadow suddenly appeared beside the sword.
It was a handsome man with grayish-blonde hair and a refined appearance.
He carried an aura of long-battled might and indescribable exhaustion. Dressed in a blue coat and pants, with a white cloak draped over his shoulders, he appeared there.
He looked at Aslan and instinctively continued his words.
"I don't know either. Maybe because its power comes from faith."
"So what does that have to do with needing to chant incantations?"
Aslan asked back.
Rama stammered, momentarily unsure how to answer the question.
After all, he didn't know the specific reason why incantations were necessary.
Especially since he had never investigated it.
"And the Gods sent me warnings and pleas. It seems you've committed a grave sin…"
Rama frowned as he looked at him. If he wasn't mistaken, Aslan should be like him—a Savior, a Steel Hero qualified to be the King of the End.
"A grave sin?"
Aslan chuckled, looking at the small island slowly descending, then stomped heavily, shaking the entire island into rubble.
Aslan and Rama floated in satellite orbit, and he sneered.
"Whose sin do you think is greater?"
"The King of the End who steals the life force of the Earth?"
Hearing this, Rama glanced at Guinevere and Sita waiting for Aslan's return below, then sighed.
"For that, I apologize. But this is a responsibility I must fulfill!"
"To correct the order of history, this is a necessary sacrifice."
As he spoke, his eyes gradually sharpened. He crouched and picked up the Divine Sword of Salvation that Aslan had discarded on the ground.
He looked at Aslan and said in a heavy tone.
"Compared to the God Slayers who disrupt the order, you've committed an even more unforgivable sin!"
Hearing this, Aslan couldn't help but laugh.
"My answer is the same as yours. This is a responsibility I must fulfill. To save the world, this is a necessary sacrifice!"
After all, once this world was observed, it would truly end.
Of course, true great figures like the Buddha and the Grand Heavenly Venerable (Datianzun) were set aside for now.
In Aslan's mind, he divided Two-Digit entities into two categories. The first were those weaker than Shiroyasha, like Krishna, Kalki, Jesus, and so on.
They were responsible for causing trouble in the Little Garden. Most situations in the Little Garden were their chessboard.
The second category was those stronger than Shiroyasha. They were no longer interested in the petty gains of the Little Garden, like his own ancestor and the Buddha.
They voluntarily relinquished the stage to the younger generation to operate.
If the second category knew, it was a minor issue. But if the first category observed this world…
Aslan could only wish this world good luck.
Amitabha…
"It seems words alone won't change your mind."
Rama sighed, then looked at his opponent across from him.
At that moment, he saw Aslan draw a beautiful sword. Its blade trembled slightly, emitting a delicate sword hum.
"That sword…"
At that moment, Aslan held the sword, looked at Rama, and said with a smile.
"Look, even this planet hates your hypocritical actions."
As fellow World-Saving Swords, when Aslan faced Rama, his Star Holy Sword gained the Earth's support.
Because he had just stopped Rama's attempt to siphon the Earth's spiritual energy to restore his power, he received praise and protection from the Earth.
After all, Rama's act of stealing the Earth's spiritual energy was literally draining it to death. The places where Rama had taken the Earth's spiritual energy remained dead lands to this day.
"Now, who's the real sinner?"
Aslan asked with a smile, watching Rama's performance.
Or rather, enjoying the final counterattack of this mythology.
After he cut off the planet's support, how would the mythology face him?
However, Aslan felt a slight pity. The King of the End's Spirit Status was indeed impressive, but too impressive.
Like the Trinitarian Athena, Rama's King of the End divinity was mixed with the divinities of Rama, King Arthur, Jesus, Maitreya…
After resolving this Spirit Status, it would surely become a Two-Digit entity like Kalki. But the King of the End's components were far more complex than Kalki's.
And if he could obtain so many Spirit Statuses, wouldn't he have long become a Two-Digit entity himself?
But… wasn't there also something called the Covenant of the Gods?
It seemed the King of the End had another path to becoming a Two-Digit entity, one that didn't conflict with Kalki's path.
Aslan narrowed his eyes, observing Rama closely.
Seeing this scene, Rama gave a bitter smile.
"Can you retract that overflowing malicious intent?"
"Yeah, caught me."
Aslan said with slight surprise.
After that, Rama gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
"It seems you have no intention of letting me go."
He looked at the ground, then turned back, staring at Aslan with a resolute expression.
"If so, please follow me to fight in the Netherworld."
"I don't want our battle to destroy this planet."
"Hmm?"
Aslan raised an eyebrow, sensing Rama's overflowing power, and said with slight surprise.
"Interesting. I didn't expect a mythology with only a fifth remaining could still grant such power?"
The world's mythology—China took half, Buddhism took half of the remainder, and the rest was the world's other mythologies.
And in this final portion, Greek mythology and Christianity took the largest share.
"This power, in a sense, can be considered Four-Digit level."
"You could say this is the final wrath of the Gods, burning everything."
Rama said, swinging the Divine Sword of Salvation, tearing a rift to the Netherworld in the air.
But before he could enter, Aslan closed the rift.
"No need for the Netherworld. Can't you feel it? This planet refuses to let you enter its dreams."
Aslan raised his sword, blocking Rama from entering the Netherworld, and stood before him.
"Of course, this place is already a separate space I created. Rest assured, it won't affect the Earth at all."
The corner of Rama's mouth twitched. He looked at him with slight despair.
"Is that so? Then let's fight here."
Rama's fighting spirit ignited. Though he had no guarantee of absolute victory, facing an existence that could make the Gods grant such immense support.
And one who could silently create a separate space and turn it into a battlefield.
Rama could hardly claim absolute confidence in victory.
Yet in his eyes, there was still a trace of guilt toward his former subordinates and the Earth Goddesses who aided him.
For example, his wife within him, Sita. She was the first Earth Goddess he killed with the Divine Sword of Salvation.
She was also the first Earth Goddess he defeated in the war between Earth Goddesses and Steel Heroes—Prithvi, the ancient Earth Goddess in Hinduism.
Her position was akin to Gaia in Greek mythology.
Of course, compared to the Little Garden, tracing Sita's identity upward, she should be Mātā of Ditian (Earth God), one of the Twelve Guardian Deities of the Heavenly Army.
However, like Athena, she was demoted to a wife in Rama's mythology.
There were also Lancelot, Guinevere, and even Hanuman, quietly observing from the sidelines, ready to assist him.
Rama owed them a great deal.
"If I lose, will you spare my subordinates?"
"For this, I'm willing to stake everything."
Aslan glanced at Hanuman, whom he had granted near-infinite status, and nodded slightly.
"How about we sign a Gentlemen's Agreement? No matter who wins, the victor must not hunt the loser's side."
"Thank you for your kindness."
Rama smiled, looking at his subordinates for the last time, then raised his Divine Sword of Salvation.
Though he couldn't gain the Earth's support, the burning support of mythology was not weak either!
But seeing Aslan's mythological support, three times greater than his, along with the Earth's support…
Rama fell silent.
This was a bit unfair—what was the point of fighting?
(Who exactly is the Devil King here? The more I look, the more it feels like I'm the Devil King.)
Rama gave a bitter smile.
"I'm starting to believe you're the Savior. Now I'm the Outer Demon God destroying the world."
"Fighting you, there's not a shred of hope for survival."
However, Aslan paused, sighed, and said with great despair.
"How many times have I said, I'm not an Outer Demon God!"
"And now you're the antagonist, the old man blocking our path!"
"Haha, that's true. I am indeed that detestable existence."
Rama laughed, speaking self-deprecatingly.
Unlike the natural evolution of history where patriarchy replaced matriarchy, the Steel Heroes' plundering of Earth Goddesses in mythology was almost cruel.
Just as the "Steel" in Steel Heroes signifies weapons of war, it was not a praiseworthy act.