Chapter 310: Starting with a Light Cannon, as a Sign of Respect

【O Steel of the King, please awaken from your long slumber!】

Outside the ritual, Long-Eared Dingguang Buddha chanted the Word of Power aloud.

Accompanied by the chanting of the Word of Power, countless rays of light converged toward the center of the ritual; the bright red Spear of Longinus, flowing with the blood the Savior once shed, was infused, melted, and reforged by the myriad rays of light.

It finally formed a magnificent Sword in the Stone, plunged into the center of the altar, which no one could pull out.

This is the Savior Divine Blade (Little Garden version), whose current true name is the Sword of Promised Victory, meaning the Star Holy Sword of salvation.

"According to information from Thousand Eyes, the Savior Divine Blade is the true form of the Last King; next, we only need to pour high-concentration earth essence upon it."

Diguang Buddha raised a hand to his chest, bowed slightly toward the Savior Divine Blade, turned around, and spoke to the Savior, or rather, the Godslayer Messiah, who was holding up the Holy Grail.

"Heavenly Lord, this Little Monk shall take his leave now."

Diguang Buddha knew very well that what followed was not something he could interfere with: a battle between the Savior's Avatar and the Last King.

Although this Avatar of the Savior did not even reach Four-digit, the current Last King was at most at the level of a Four-digit Elite.

But this did not mean that a fraud like himself could clash with them; he probably could not even withstand the aftermath.

"No, you stay."

Messiah turned around, looked at Diguang Buddha, and said in an unquestionable tone.

Diguang Buddha sighed and shook his head helplessly; a born drudge, indeed.

However, since it was the request of this Savior, he could not refuse.

He could only bow slightly toward Messiah and say.

"Yes, Heavenly Lord."

Afterward, Messiah silently stepped back a few paces, yielding the altar used to awaken the Last King to Diguang Buddha.

Diguang Buddha sighed, picked up the Holy Grail, and tilted it slightly to pour out the bright red liquid inside.

This was all blood released by Messiah; under the nourishment of the Holy Grail, it had become a high-concentration liquid of condensed energy, which could be used when awakening the Last King.

It would accelerate the speed of his awakening and recovery, enabling him to reach his peak state as quickly as possible, so that he could then be killed.

Moreover, it was filled with the divine corruption unique to him, Messiah; Messiah and the Last King both belonged to the category of Savior.

Thus, he could use this divine corruption to restrict a portion of the Last King's power.

The bright red, blood-like liquid flowed out from the golden Holy Grail and poured onto the golden, magnificent Holy Sword, adding a touch of blood-red color to it.

And accompanying the appearance of the blood-red color was a phantom.

It was a man with golden hair and an incomparably handsome face; he possessed a lazy yet confident temperament, wore a suit of pale silver armor, and stood beside the Holy Sword.

He looked at Messiah, who was watching him from a few paces away, and a smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"I didn't expect to wake up so early? Did you wake me?"

"It seems you probably don't know that my morning irritability is a bit severe?"

Su Nian pulled out the Sword in the Stone, which was stuck firmly in the altar, with one hand, aimed it at the Savior in the distance, and let out a roar.

"Excalibur!!!"

The highest etiquette for a meeting between Saviors is a light cannon to the face.

Only those capable of withstanding the light cannon can be called Su Nian's opponents.

A pure torrent of energy carrying endless light and heat surged toward Messiah.

In an incredible turn of events, almost all of Messiah's possible directions for dodging or fleeing were locked down by the light cannon.

This forced him to use his Authority head-on to face the light cannon released by Su Nian.

At this critical moment, a crown made of thorns appeared on Messiah's head, though no one knew when it had been placed there.

That was the Crown of Thorns; legend has it that when Jesus was nailed to the cross, Roman soldiers had woven a crown of thorns and placed it upon his head.

It symbolized the suffering he endured for humanity.

The manifestation of this Authority was to return damage to the attacker when under attack.

"The Lord at your right hand will crush kings in the day of his wrath."

And when the attack was returned to Su Nian, some tiny components invisible to the naked eye appeared in front of Su Nian.

They formed a shield in front of Su Nian that could be called an absolute defense, blocking all the attacks that had been returned.

It even rebounded a portion back.

The scene became completely awkward for a moment.

Only a streak of light, gradually fading, remained, shuttling back and forth between Su Nian and Messiah.

In the end, neither of the two was injured; they did not even have a speck of dust on them.

The only thing that paid the price was the surrounding land, which bore the aftermath of the clash between Su Nian and Messiah.

The altar that had been set up was long gone, leaving behind only countless deep craters and land that had partially vitrified due to the high heat.

"Tch, didn't it have any effect?"

Su Nian clicked his tongue in annoyance; he had been looking forward to his own one-hit kill upon entry.

To release his ultimate move directly and take out Messiah in one go.

But it seems that might be a bit difficult now.

"Looks like there's going to be a tough fight ahead."

Su Nian sighed, then looked at Messiah opposite him.

Using only the abilities brought by the Spirit Status of Arthur and the Last King, without being able to use his best Displacement Magic and spatial manipulation, it was quite challenging to defeat an old fogey like this.

It was indeed a bit challenging.

Especially now, before Su Nian and Messiah had even started fighting, they both knew the other was a difficult opponent.

Neither side could break the other's defense.

"How about we both give up defense and just have a real fight like real men, with real blades and real guns?"

Su Nian put down the Star Holy Sword, looked at Messiah, and asked tentatively.

Both of them are wearing a turtle shell, so how are they supposed to fight?

Messiah was silent, gazing at Su Nian, seemingly expressing his own meaning.

Who would believe you? The one who drops their defense first will definitely be the one to suffer.

Su Nian raised an eyebrow, and invisible wind wrapped around the Star Holy Sword in his hand, concealing the shape of the sword.

"Fine, it seems we can only keep fighting while wearing our turtle shells."

Unbeknownst to anyone, the Star Holy Sword in Su Nian's hand had been replaced at some point by a long spear shining with radiance like the sun.

"Be careful, this move of mine is not easy to block."

Su Nian lunged forward, thrusting toward Messiah.

Messiah subconsciously dodged to the right, but the spear that must hit and must win also locked onto him, thrusting toward his heart.

It was just a pity that it was blocked by the Crown of Thorns above his head; the tip of the divine spear felt as if it had struck some material of unimaginable hardness.

It shattered inch by inch.

"Not right?"

Messiah, having been struck, quickly realized that his state was not right; he raised his head and was stunned to find that his Crown of Thorns had suffered some damage at some point.

"Have you realized it?"

Su Nian sneered, then once again summoned the Gungnir used by Odin from Norse Mythology.

"This spear will definitely pierce the Crown of Thorns of the person before me."

Whoosh!

The sound of the air being pierced rang out, and a flash of white light streaked by.

Immediately following, the long spear pierced through the Crown of Thorns.

However, the effect was minimal; it only caused slight damage to the Crown of Thorns before being shattered by the counter-damage.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being an Authority carefully chosen by this Holy Son for himself; the effect is truly no joke.

"However, Heavenly Lord Holy Son, how many more times can you defend against it?"

Su Nian put his hands in his pockets, and behind him, countless golden ripples surged as Artifacts recorded in Celtic Mythology, Norse Mythology, and other mythologies under the Halloween Queen slowly extended from within.

They aimed at Messiah like cannonballs.

As expected, using the Savior Divine Blade in the style of Golden Gil is the most comfortable.

Gate of Babylon: Savior Divine Blade Edition!!

Su Nian beckoned slightly.

Countless Artifacts shot toward Messiah as if they cost nothing!

"You remind me of a shameless little fellow."

Messiah sneered, stomped his foot, and a massive phantom of a cross appeared behind him.

This was the main combat Authority he had prepared for himself.

Time was too short; he had not encountered many Heretics, and the number of Heretics he had slain was not high.

The Authorities he had obtained all came from the Angels of the Cross Religion and the Heretic Jesus he had manifested.

"If the Pope Atuolisi of that time had even one-tenth of the shamelessness of you and that little fellow, he might not have died in the Dystopia War."

As soon as Messiah finished speaking, countless holy lights were released, shattering all the Artifacts Su Nian had unleashed in one go.

During this process, Su Nian was not surprised at all.

He revealed a brilliant smile and gently brushed aside the hymns that rang out with the holy light, as well as the falling feathers.

"Thanks for the compliment. After all, noble people died in war after war long ago; aren't the ones who survived just shameless people like us?"

"Care to guess if I'm right, Heavenly Lord Judas, who betrayed the Heavenly Lord Holy Son?"

As Su Nian's words fell, the space went silent at this moment.

The holy hymns brought by the Cross Religion phantom summoned by Messiah vanished, and the feathers stopped falling.

Only an endless aura of slaughter remained.

Messiah looked at Su Nian coldly, and after a long while, he spoke.

"I admit, you are just as annoying as that damn guy."

There was one more thing he didn't say: if he hadn't seen that Su Nian's Spirit Status, aura, and appearance were completely different from Arthur's, he would have almost thought these two guys were the same person.

This mouth, and this shameless personality, and the annoying posture all seemed to be carved from the same mold.

As he spoke, he turned the phantom-like Crown of Thorns on his head into a physical object and placed it upon his head.

The thorns pierced his skin, and bright red blood flowed from his head.

Su Nian vaguely felt the synchronized sensation of his skull being pierced by thorns, but Avalon helped him withstand this blow.

This did not cause him any harm.

(End of chapter)