Chapter 165: Is it just a bit troublesome? The Transmigrator

At the center of Sardinia Island.

At this moment, two immensely powerful Unsubjugated Gods were facing off.

These two terrifying entities, merely by leaking their own spiritual aura, could trigger celestial-scale changes.

The God of Victory, Verethragna, laughed loudly.

Behind him, a white horse roared, its terrifying flames sweeping in all directions like a great sun falling from the heavens into the mortal world.

On the other side.

Melqart, symbol of the Storm God, showed no expression on his face, gripping a massive club; though his features were crude, his eyes glowed with wisdom, his towering frame radiating a terrifying pressure.

"War God, you truly are bold! After our last battle, you've come knocking so soon—do you truly not fear I'll deliver you the most devastating defeat since your descent into the mortal realm?"

Verethragna laughed, utterly fearless: "I am the guardian of sovereignty! I am the strongest, invincible, undefeated War God."

"I descended into this world precisely to be defeated."

"If you can kill me, then... all the better!"

"Come then, Melqart."

"If you can grant me defeat, then strike without hesitation."

"Don't let me down!"

In the next instant, the god named Verethragna vanished.

He used his incarnation called Phoenix, reaching maximum speed, appearing before Melqart in a single flash.

"I've been expecting this trick!"

Melqart sneered, swinging his terrifying club—wrapped in the roar of wind and thunder—toward the empty air before him.

It met Verethragna's exact trajectory.

Simultaneously, the earth trembled.

Countless locusts burst forth from beneath the ground, dense as a sky-covering swarm, surging toward Verethragna.

Blocking every possible escape route for Verethragna.

"It's now..."

Lu Feiming, who had been lurking beside the battlefield, suddenly flashed with sharp eyes.

Both Melqart and Verethragna were fully occupied with each other.

This was his best moment to strike.

All his long wait had not been in vain.

"Two divine pillars! I'll take them..."

Lu Feiming growled; he had no 100% confidence in victory.

No one facing an Unsubjugated God has 100% confidence in victory.

Even a God-slayer is no exception.

But he believed he had a sixty percent chance of winning.

That was enough.