Campione! - Volume 11 - Chapter 3

Chapter 3




Chapter 3 - Sword, Erica, Melqart Part 1 "Hey Godoh, dying like this is completely unacceptable!" "...Huh?" Upon hearing these sudden words of mockery, Godou 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, Godou surveyed his surroundings. ...This completely empty space 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 God], mind you. I stand as a true and proper goddess, 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, Godoh. 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 Japanese. 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..." Godou 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 Godoh's body is currently resurrecting on earth. Just before you died, you did well to understand the hint I sent." The goddess 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, Godoh, you'd better be more careful." "You and your husband's children... I get it now!" Godou 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 god-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. Godou understood that great wisdom lay beneath her mesmerizing cuteness. Even though she did not act very proper in behavior, she was still a goddess. "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 god, so how should I fight? I seem to recall some kind of weapon of light." Given this rare chance, Godou 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 Godoh at all. You have to try harder by yourself." "In that case... I get it." Godou 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, Godou 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 Godou'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 god-slayers already knows how to fight. Godoh is no exception. So let me skip that part and tell you something useful." Hearing unexpected words from the stepmother, Godou straightened himself in full attentiveness. "Even considering the entire history of mankind, you are a unique god-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, Godou could not help but smile wryly. "Anyway, I guess I'll start learning how to use my powers flexibly." "My, how hardworking of Godoh! 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 god-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 god-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! God-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 analogy!" Seeing Pandora winking with a thumbs up sign, Godou could not stop himself from screaming. "By the way, Godoh, 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 assistance 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 Godoh?" "Come to think of it, there is also a condition of 'only when facing strong enough opponents.'" "Godoh'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 god-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 Godou 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. Godou 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, Godou 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, Godou 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 Godou 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. Godou 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 Godou'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 god..." "Remember the lion figure I gave you beforehand? It was actually Cuore di Leone, altered by [Transformation] magic." Godou 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, Godou 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." Godou looked outside the window. Enduring the roaring wind and pelted by the massive 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 massive landslide which swept the ruins from the hillside into the sea." Godou 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 Godou'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." Godou 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 Godou 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? Godou widened his eyes. "Godou, 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 Godou'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 massive 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, Godou, you're probably lacking in poetic talent." Criticized, Godou 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 god, it's not gonna work." Godou 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." Godou 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 association. If you have anything to ask, Godou, 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, Godou 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 god-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 reassuring, but Godou 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 god, 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 Godou 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 Godou. The hospital where they had stayed earlier was located in a town near the Soluntum Archaeological Park. But since Godou 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 gods apart. Godou, 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 gods. 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 god 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 [God] 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 god 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 accumulating... 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 Godou 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 god 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. Godou 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 lustrous golden steel, one particle at a time. However, it was totally not enough. "What am I missing!?" It would pose no problem to Godou 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 Godou, 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?" Godou 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 god'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!?" Godou 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 god..." "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, Godou 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 glass, raging wind and rain invaded the room. "In that case, we might as well do what we can..." Realizing the storm was strengthening, Godou 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 Godou 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. Godou 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 Godou's calls for her to stop. Her figure gradually receded in the distance. Part 3 Night had passed and it was now 11 am the next day. Godou was idling in the Zamparini residence's astonishingly spacious 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, Godou found out she had apparently left the mansion. Godou 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, Godou had asked one of Zamparini's suited subordinates about the situation in the city. There seemed to be an exceptionally intense aura occupying the airspace 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 class of storm that Godou 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 god... "Ultimately, no matter what, I have to face him..." Muttering to himself, Godou 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, Godou 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..." Godou had witnessed all sorts of scenes on the television. This was enough to rouse Godou's determination. If the one who interfered in the battle between Verethragna the war god and Melqart the god of storms, if he himself did not handle this situation- Just at that moment, noticing someone behind him, Godou 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, Godou 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 god 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, Godou 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 Godou you are sitting here all casual, it's truly infuriating!" "A-Am I really that casual?" As Erica continued her temper tantrum, Godou 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 Godou 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! Godou 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. Godou, 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." Asserting directly, Erica turned to face Godou 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, Godou and Erica found themselves looking at each other face to face. They were both blushing. After all, this was how embarrassing 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 circumstances, 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 god." "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 assisting 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 Godou'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 Godou's lips, her movements stopped. Those lustrous lips of hers, were trembling nonstop. She must be scared after all, hesitating over her first time. "Godou. 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, Godou 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, Godou approached with his face -- and took Erica's lips. "Mmm, hmm!?" "Teach me, things about that god." Kissing awkwardly as he muttered. Erica's lips were sealed. "G-Got it. Okay, Godou? 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 Godou's mind. Numerous geographical locations and historical drama. The names and legends of the gods 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 Japan. He is a god born from the desert and the wilderness. Furthermore, he is the [God of Storms] formed from both the searing sun and torrential rains." Passionately 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. Godou 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 passive and reactionary for long. Erica opened her mouth, trying to surround Godou's lips as she kissed him this time. Furthermore, she was using her lips to carefully explore Godou's lips. Even the tiniest of spaces 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 Godou's hopes, and probably Erica's too. Thus, their kissing naturally grew more and more passionate 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, Godou could feel Verethragna's dormant power in his body awaken. The pool of water in his heart that was previously accumulating 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 god-severing spell words were now ready for use. Certain he had obtained a new weapon, Godou nodded deeply. Part 4 Things were exceptionally awkward afterwards. Godou and Erica were unable to look into each other's face. No matter what, it was too embarrassing. Godou 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 Godou 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 attitude was definitely intact. Godou was slightly reassured. 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 Godou thought in earnest. No matter what it took, he was willing to compensate Erica for going so far. Godou 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, Godou 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. Godou, 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. Godou 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, Godou 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 shore. This was Via Cala facing the Bay of Palermo. Godou and Erica got off the vehicle before the spacious 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 shore 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, Godou'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 Godou, Erica immediately took off. Her assigned role was to provide support as the situation demanded while keeping a certain distance. In a battle against a god, it would be too dangerous to fight in a formation like in an RPG. That was what Godou 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!" Godou yelled out to sea as he endured the rain splattering upon him. Immediately, lightning flashed. 'Oh! The god-slayer of the orient! How resilient of you to survive!' "Yeah. So what!?" Godou shouted loudly in response to the god'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 gods 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 God] was present within the beam of light. His appearance was identical to the Phoenician divine king Godou 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 coarse 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 gods." Godou 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 shore, 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 Godou's mind. He already understood. These were spell words. The scripture for controlling the war god's authority. The incantations for summoning and raising the power dormant in Kusanagi Godou'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 Godou'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, Godou unleashed the golden sword. Flashing light gradually flooded the surroundings. "Melqart is a god born in the ancient Middle East. Baal is his true name. He was originally the [Sky] -- the god worshiped by primitive nomadic tribes who tended to sheep and lived upon them. In ancient times, people viewed this god 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 god-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 god born in the land of the orient. He is not simply a god of the sky, for he has one greatest attribute. Namely, the god of the [Rainy Season]!" The ultimate identity of the god 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 Godou. 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 god 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 Godou, 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 god of storms worshiped by the nomadic tribes. These people soon started to engage agricultural settlers who worshiped gods 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 gods 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, Godou 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 coarse savage began ruling as [King], as tyrannical as the storms. This is Baal, or in other words, Melqart's true nature!" Godou yelled out the origins of the sky god 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 Godou away was sliced apart, disappearing instantly. The lightning and thunder that should have burnt Godou 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, Godou chanted Verethragna's scripture in order to attack. Several dozen golden lights flew towards Melqart, aiming to slice apart the god's main body. Tsk!' Fifteen-meter-tall Melqart took a flying leap. Despite his massive body, he was truly worthy of his title 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, god-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 space. Following in succession, the one flying out from the thunderclouds was naturally Ayamur. These were the sacred weapons of Baal that had sent Godou to his grave the day before. "Damn it... As expected, I can't win that easily!" Godou smacked his lips. Melqart knew very well. When an enemy performs a threatening attack, one would be forced to concentrate on defense. If the god of storms fell for that, Godou 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 Godou 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, god and god-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 shore. 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 Godou. Like a massive 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 Godou 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 Godou 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 Godou from a spot where the sword formation of light could not defend. The second club, Ayamur, was shrouded in lightning. Rapidly descending towards Godou 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, Godou composed spell words once again, desperately trying to endure. Using several dozen spheres of the [Sword], Godou 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 Godou 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. Godou 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 Godou. 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 god had descended somewhere in Europe during that time. In order to slaughter the god'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 bloody 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, Godou 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 Godou'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 circumstances. 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, Godou 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 god-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 god, this won't be easy to finish..." Godou 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, Godou 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 balls 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 fastballs. 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..." Godou 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 assaults. Raging wind and lighting began a boisterous dance. Furthermore, Yagrush and Ayamur which hounded Godou towards his demise, were attacking with ever increasing ferocity. Godou understood he was being cornered. Don't panic, there's still room left to maneuver. Now was the time to find a way to counterattack. Godou suppressed his anxiety and tried to convince himself. However, there was yet another problem. The authority Godou had usurped from Verethragna should be the [Ten Incarnations]. But once used, each incarnation became temporarily unavailable. If his tactics required using another incarnation to break out of the current situation, it meant abandoning the iron defense provided by the [Sword]! "Kukuku... Your [Sword] sure is troublesome, brat!" Also, Melqart was laughing loudly as he spoke. "Yagrush and Ayamur are the divine artifacts forged by the god of craftsmen, Kothar-wa-Khasis.^ These weapons which I wield, are also infused with that god's divine qualities! Hence, the spell words you brat has prepared -- the spell words meant for slicing Melqart only cannot sever them!" So that was the reason! Godou was immensely surprised, then he nodded. Unbelievable indeed. He had wondered why it took so much effort to deflect Yagrush and Ayamur when the [Sword] clearly dispelled wind and lightning without issue. "If the true wielder Verethragna was here instead, he would have added the spell words for slaying Kothar-wa-Khasis and broken my weapons like he did during our previous battle. Hoho... That must be beyond your limits, brat!" Melqart's observation of his immaturity invaded Godou's heart with anxiety. There was still a way to reverse the tides of battle. However, abandoning the [Sword] felt rather frightening. Continuing to fight without it would be quite difficult. What should he do!? Just at that moment, he heard Erica shouting. "Godou! I don't know what you're hesitating about, but please go ahead!" She was clad in the familiar red and black cape, magic sword in hand. "Charging forward in a duel leads to a knight's victory! It is fine to fear the enemy, but if you stop moving forward because you fear failure, only death awaits you!" As if trying not to lose her voice in the storm, Erica yelled desperately. "Have no fear. You still have me, Erica Blandelli! So what if your opponent is a [Heretic God]? Before you collapse exhausted, I will protect you! So go on and advance forward! You -- will definitely not lose, right?" Godou's entire body reawakened the heat he had felt when his lips were intimately locked with Erica's. That's right. If I falter now, I will break my promise. Also I've forgotten. I still have a "partner" here who could very well be my goddess of victory! "I am the strongest, crushing all who stand in my way!" Godou yelled out spell words, infusing the [Sword] with magical power. Through this battle, he had managed to learn how to control magical power. "For Verethragna's glorious victory, O Sword, slay all evildoers!" He accelerated all of the remaining golden brilliance of the [Sword]. After all, since its numbers were gradually decreasing, it would be best to make effective use while there was still sufficient sharpness. Thanks to Erica, Godou was able to act decisively. "Disregard Yagrush and Ayamur! Target Melqart's storm -- Eliminate it!" The [Sword]'s hundreds of lights that had been shining in Godou's surroundings like stars up until now, now moved all at once. Arching across the sky like a shooting star at night, it sliced apart giant Melqart's abdomen. 'Gun -- uwaaaah!" Screaming, Melqart crashed down from the stormy skies. Nevertheless, this wound from the sword was still far from fatal. The violent giant god twisted and turned his body in an unsightly manner, but managed to land on his feet. Still, Godou did not despair. He already knew. This [Sword] was not powerful enough for a death blow. Instead, its true value lay in its situational adaptability and unified combination of offense and defense. For example, even though it could not slay Melqart, the [Sword] was able to eliminate his [Storms] authority, temporarily rendering it powerless- As a result of this slicing attack, the sword Godou created had completely disappeared. In exchange, the storm and lightning were completely pacified. Thunderclouds immediately scattered, revealing the sunny blue sky. Temporarily, Melqart was no longer the [God of Storms]. Even though he would probably recover in half a day or a few hours, the troublesome [Storms] authority should be sealed for now. 'How infuriating! Nevertheless, I still have these two possessions. O Yagrush, O Ayamur, take that god-slayer--" Melqart readied his stance and yelled. However, Godou had already taken the next step. "So says Lord Mithra. The sinful shall be met with justice. May spines be crushed, may bones be broken, tendons torn; hair, brains, and blood mingled and trampled together with the earth." Spell words naturally flowed from his mouth to suit the situation. Furthermore, the dark beast hidden in his heart cried out in delight. "I am the one unblunted and unapproachable! By Lord Mithra's command, you shall find ruination at the hands of the beast!" As soon as Godou finished reciting the scripture of destruction... Pitch-black darkness suddenly manifested beside Melqart. This dark shadow, spewing crimson flames, took on the form of a [Boar] within the blink of an eye. The incarnation of the [Boar] that could only be used with the intent of demolishing a massive target. Roughly 20m in length, its vigorous and strongly built body was covered with pitch-black fur. In addition, its two tusks protruded forward like sharp spears. For the sake of trampling Melqart to death, Godou had summoned the ferocious divine beast! Part 6 With that, the battle situation completely changed. Until this moment, it had been a wild tango between wind, thunder and blades of light filling the sky, a most extraordinary shooting match. But now, it became a direct confrontation between a majestic giant and a black beast, like a fight scene in a special effects presentation.^ 'O Yagrush, O Ayamur, return to my hands!' ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARM Howling, the giant and the ferocious gigantic beast engaged in a head on fight. The beautiful seaside streets of the ancient Sicilian capital stood as the backdrop to the battlefield. Displaying his skills as a fearless warrior, Melqart wielded Yagrush in his right hand with Ayamur in his left. Swinging his heavy clubs as swiftly as the wind, he attacked ferociously with lightning speed. In turn, the [Boar] dodged the attacks with keen and nimble movements. It, too, displayed speed incommensurate with its gigantic body. This was indeed a wild beast's swiftness, evading enemy attacks with suave motions then gearing up for a charging strike. The [Boar] was truly amazing. The exceptionally terrifying charge of a boar. Noisily kicking against the ground (more accurately it was the road), it dashed on a violent collision course with explosive speed. Its two spear-like tusks smashed towards Melqart's body. Melqart attacked in return. Spinning his magic clubs for a counterattack, he jumped sideways to evade and wrapped his arms around the [Boar]'s neck in a wrestling-style grapple. Nevertheless, the [Boar] had not lost yet. The counterattacking clubs violently struck the divine beast's pitch black head with a loud crash. The [Boar] endured the impact with its sturdy boar skull and gigantic body, continuing to charge. Though Melqart's clubs were not shattered in the collision, they were sent flying back. Flying high in the sky, the weapons immediately returned to their master's hands. Melqart once again attempted a wrestling hold, but the [Boar] twisted its black gigantic body and struggled free. The tides of battle swayed back and forth. However, both participants seemed immensely excited. 'Kukuku... Very well. Long it has been, since my blood boiled with such excitement! Truly, only this sort of battle provides any satisfaction! Give me all you've got!' The ancient Phoenician divine king laughed with exhilaration and cast off his only piece of presentable attire, flinging the mantle away. Clad in a leather breastplate, loincloth and sandals, he would be better described as an uncouth savage rather than a king. In response, the [Boar] also roared in a conspicuously excited voice. ROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAR! 'Fuyaaaaaaaaah!" With every roar, destruction was wrought to the surroundings. Melqart launched Yagrush and Ayamur at the same time. In order to dodge this attack, the [Boar] pounced ferociously and collided with the sky god's giant body. Having lost their target, the two magic clubs demolished several buildings instead. Melqart flexed the bulging muscles all over his body and caught the [Boar]'s charge with cries of 'Oomph!' while being pushed back by the seemingly unstoppable momentum. With the sound of noisy clattering, stylish houses of stone were crushed in their wake. But Melqart then grabbed the [Boar], picking it up and throwing its massive body onto the road. Cars and trucks parked there were swept into the turmoil and sent flying. "T-They've gone into the streets. This is really out of control!" "The residents have all evacuated. How fortunate." Godou and Erica watched the destruction of the beautiful Sicilian streets facing the sea. The two of them distanced themselves from the main road where the intense close quarters battle was taking place and moved into the yacht harbor near the sea. As a side note, of the dozens of yachts normally moored there, almost all of them had already been washed away by the storm just now. Nevertheless, distancing themselves from the battle did not mean they were safe. "Look over at the sea, Godou!" Prompted by Erica's warning, Godou was rendered speechless by what he saw over the sea. Not only was the horizon enshrouded by black mist, this mist was also advancing inland from the sea with frightening speed. 'God-slayer! Battling your underling has brought me much joy!' Melqart's booming voice came from the main road. 'But let's not forget about you. Since you have unleashed a divine beast, it is only fitting for me to call forth my servants.' The black mist had already reached within ten-odd meters of the pier. An unpleasant buzzing troubled the ears. Was this the sound of wings? Godou figured it out. That was no mist ~ it was a swarm of locusts! This mist gathered massive numbers of locusts, a swarm hundreds of thousands strong. "I get it now. Melqart can command locusts. Now that I recall, he did that on Sardinia too." Excessively large swarms of locusts would devour crops and bring famine- Before modern times, these pests frequently appeared in swarms with sizes on the order of ten billion. If the current hundreds of thousands of locusts fed on them, Godou and Erica would be dead for sure. But now that the [Sword] was no longer available, Godou had no weapon to protect them. In that case, Melqart must be defeated before that insect swarm arrived! "The bearer of sharp tusks! Killing with one stroke, trampling foes to dust!" Godou infused the [Boar] with all his magical power. The divine beast's enormous body became covered with blue flames and began to burn intensely. 'Oh? Trying to settle the match now? Most amusing!' Melqart greatly flexed his bulging mighty muscles in turn. Crossing the magic clubs Yagrush and Ayamur before him in an X-shape, he prepared a stance to receive the attack. On the other hand, the [Boar], burning with blue flames, charged forward at full speed. With speed like lightning. In addition, sonic waves were created by the giant galloping body, sending surrounding buildings and vehicles flying. The [Boar] unleashed the greatest power it had ever displayed. Be that as it may, Godou realized he was too naive. To think Melqart happened to see through the [Boar]'s ridiculous charge, and nimbly jumped back into the sky to evade. Up until now, Melqart had been "using strength in response to strength." This befitted his image of the savage warrior, thereby causing Godou to be misled by preconceptions, thinking he would continue to respond using the same tactics. But at this critical decisive moment, Melqart flew as light as the wind to evade the [Boar]'s attack. Hence, the black divine beast continued charging forward, smashing violently into the great gate behind its prey. That was the Porta Felice. A massive stone-built gate with intricate carvings. Even though it was called a gate, in actual fact it was a sixteenth century structure better described as two towers standing on opposite sides of the road. In days past, this was considered the entrance to the city of Palermo from the harbor. Struck by the charging massive body, the gates were naturally demolished. 'Hahahaha! Immature as expected, god-slayer. Sticking your neck out like this before you clearly discern your opponent's power!' Hovering high in the air, Melqart ridiculed as he launched Yagrush and Ayamur. ROOOOOAAAAAAAAAR! For the very first time, Godou heard the [Boar] screaming in pain. After being dealt heavy blows in the head by the first club and in the back by the second, the divine beast lay sprawled on the ground. Melqart landed majestically beside it, his giant body appearing to be unrealistically light. Meanwhile, the [Boar] desperately tried to get up but could not. Its black front legs scratching noisily against the road surface, its struggles were in vain. The damage inflicted by Yagrush and Ayamur just now was too severe. Furthermore, the hundreds of thousands of locusts had already reached the pier where Godou and Erica were located. Whenever these pests appeared in great numbers, they became great disasters that could bring countries to ruin. Using their tiny but sharp jaws, they would devour all vegetation from fertile fields. In addition, this massive swarm of locusts was being commanded by Melqart. This insect swarm of death embodied his aspect as a god of destruction. Whether iron or concrete, everything targeted would be devoured in entirety. How could this crisis be overcome!? Just as Godou's back was drenched in cold sweat... "Eli Eli lama sabachthani? Oh Lord, why hast thou forsaken me?"^ Erica raised her voice and chanted. This was her trump card, the spell words she had used during the battle against Verethragna. "O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent. But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel!"^ These were apparently the Golgotha spell words. It was said that Jesus expressed his despair and praised God the Father through this song of demise just before his execution. Godou could feel his surroundings filled with the terrifying "aura" of anguish and despair. "O my strength, haste thee to help me! I will declare thy name unto my brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee."^ When weapons were infused with the Golgotha spell words, even gods could be harmed- Before the battle against Verethragna, Erica had mentioned once. Then surely this was it. Just as Godou imagined, Erica raised the magic sword Cuore di Leone towards the sky. With its slender and beautiful silver blade like a work of art, the sword absorbed the Golgotha spell words. Furthermore, Erica's chanting of spell words did not end there. "For the sake of maintaining order in Rome, the Senate decreed the suspension of imperium! Senatus consultum ultimum, hereby decreed!"^ She proceeded to deploy the strongest defensive magic. Infused with the Golgotha spell words, Cuore di Leone changed from a magic sword into the form of a chain. Coiling around like a great serpent, it traced out a spiral trail around Godou and Erica. Transformed into a spiraling magical chain, it stood upright like an impenetrable iron fortress. This should protect them from the giant swarm of locusts! Arranged in a spiral, the chain was shrouded in blue-white lightning. Accompanied by noisy explosions of sparks, the biting locusts were all repelled. "I will endure for now but it can't be sustained for long. Godou, please defeat Melqart before my barrier breaks!" "Uh yeah." Given their desperately unfavorable conditions, to think Erica would even talk about reversal. Nevertheless, Godou nodded at her words. There were no viable options other than that. "So, how long can you endure for...?" "As much as I'd like to say forever, considering they are servants summoned directly by a god, at the current numbers -- two minutes should be the limit? Even though it works as a trump card against those of Bianchi's caliber, the current situation is on a completely different level." Erica's tone of voice was very calm. However, she was probably pretending. With mere minutes remaining, moreover with her life entrusted to someone else, it should be impossible to maintain composure. As Godou silently stared at her, Erica displayed a fearless smile. But just as he suspected, she lacked a little of her usual glamor and it felt a little forced. "I am not the type to plan out my life to the last detail. Nevertheless, having my life cut short at this young age would truly be unexpected. My future, Erica Blandelli's, may I entrust it to you?" This beautiful girl had already become Godou's closest relation, more important than anyone else apart from family. Godou forced himself to rouse his spirits. In that case, he had no choice but to act. The fate of this city of Palermo, and even Erica's life, all depended on him. Hence, he could not give up. Stop wavering over this or that, just rush forward powered by spirit! "Yeah, I will stay by your side even to the grave. Leave everything to me." "Wow, how rare it is to actually hear reliable words from you. Then I shall believe in you -- Ah, just to be safe, I must clarify beforehand!" Erica suddenly cried out as if she had realized certain meanings. "When I talked about entrusting my future to you, I didn't mean anything special, okay? Definitely nowhere analogous to 'for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death us do part' or anything like that! Are you clear on that!?" "Uh yeah. Of course. That notion couldn't possibly have occurred to me, right?" As the two conversed, the mist-like swarm of locusts gathered, trying to attack them. Blocking them was the spiral barrier of the chain which gave off electrical shock and heat. Meanwhile, located on the main road were Melqart who had landed and the captured [Boar]. Nonchalantly, the divine king sent swift and fierce kicks into the back of the giant beast that lay sprawling on the ground. Uwooooooooooooooh! The [Boar]'s grievous roars resounded all around. 'Hoo... Isn't this a fitting end, divine beast! Prepare to die!' Melqart declared as he landed vicious punches and kicks on the [Boar]. The black divine beast curled its legs as it lay on the ground. It did this to protect its soft underbelly and endured Melqart's attacks with its back. Then the divine king summoned his two clubs that had been flying in the air. Brandishing Yagrush in his left hand and Ayamur in his right, he started a new round of ever fiercer attacks on the [Boar]'s back. His entire body bulging with muscles, the half-naked man tormented the struggling beast- Such savagery was evocative of a Stone Age hunting scenario. Melqart did not even throw Godou a single glance. He could not be that careless and complacent, right? But in any case, currently trapped by this swarm of locusts, Godou was facing a desperate crisis on his own end of things. Under such conditions, how could Melqart be defeated!? Godou desperately searched his mind. However, it seemed like a fruitless waste of time. "Only thirty seconds left until the limit. You'd better be prepared, Godou!" Erica finally announced that time was running out. The spiral chain protected them from the massive swarm of locusts that were like a cloud. However, cracks were starting to appear all over the chain, and its imminent shattering was plain to see. Godou at this time, decided to embrace his fate with open arms -- he had done everything he could possibly do. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his shoulders. There was nothing to be anxious about. Pondering in these most final of final moments, he shifted his gaze. Quietly, he looked up at the sky. Previously, his view of the sky above had been obscured by the spiral chain and the swarm of locusts. The sun that he had not seen for days, was clearly shining with such brilliant radiance... The sun? Come to think of it- Warlord Verethragna was the heavenly child of the sun. A fact that he had forgotten completely. It was precisely by stealing his flames using the [Secret Tome of Prometheus] that Godou was able to make his final attack to defeat the god. "If that's the case, that must naturally be amongst the ten incarnations, right?" He understood the instant he noticed the fact. The sacred beast that carried the sun's radiance. Furthermore, there was no issue with usage conditions. Godou nodded. "As befitted a god of justice... The only permitted targets of the [White Stallion] are great sinners who have brought suffering to the people." "Eh? What's going on?" "I'll explain to you later. But before that..." Sustaining the spiral chain, Erica questioned with a murmur. Keeping the answer for later, Godou turned his attention to the battle between the two giant bodies. He transmitted his intentions to the [Boar] which was being kicked and pounded fiercely by Melqart like a punching bag. --Beaten up like this, can you hold on further? If you can do that, I will surely vanquish your enemy. In that very instant, Godou understood. The [Boar]'s eyes seemed to be saying "Don't underestimate me" as they flashed brilliantly. Even though the black divine beast was lying on the ground on its last breath, it still bit Melqart in the ankle. 'Hahahaha! How terribly feeble, where has your spirit from just now gone off to!?' Even though he was bitten, Melqart laughed as if it completely did not hurt. Furthermore, he used his free leg to kick the [Boar]'s face. The black divine beast could no longer endure and fell backwards, releasing the ankle it had been biting. 'Praiseworthy are you, wild beast! You have done well, facing Melqart in battle. Kukuku, long it has been since I last hunted, it is truly exhilarating to exert myself and toil with sweat!' Melqart threw down Yagrush and Ayamur. Using his strong arms to wrap around the [BoarJ's torso, he lifted it high like a wooden bucket -- pouring forth all his strength. Purely with arm strength, he crushed his enemy's spine. This would be called a bear hug in wrestling. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! The [Boar] screamed loudly and tragically. This was the moment Godou had been waiting for, when Melqart was exerting his entire body's strength to send the divine beast to its grave. Seizing this opportunity to attack, he would prevent Melqart from evading as before! "For victory, hasten forth before me... O Immortal Sun, I beseech thee to grant radiance to the stallion. O Stallion that moveth godlike with wondrous grace, bringest forth the halo of thy master--" Words that came forth from his mouth like mutterings at first. In the end, they were recited sonorously as if they concealed a sun within them. Under Godou's gaze as he chanted, the [Boar] lost its form and dissipated like mist. In order to switch incarnations to the [White Stallion], it could no longer be sustained. The white stallion, which acted as the sun's transport, was Verethragna's third incarnation. East of Godou and Erica's location ~ on the horizon across the sea, appeared golden brilliance. A second sun. During times of dawn, the sun rising in the east would illuminate the land with a rosy color. Now, the same glorious and dazzling radiance was shining at Palermo from across the Mediterranean. Then the second sun released a "white spear of light." Stellar atmospheres would occasionally erupt with explosions known as flares. The incarnation of the [White Stallion] was the ultimate technique which shot out white flames from the eastern sky equivalent to solar flares. Naturally, the target was Melqart whose great storm had tormented the populace. 'Nugaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!' Flying from the eastern sky, the brilliant spear of solar flare streaked across the heavens. Shrouded in apocalyptic white conflagration, this time it was the sky god's turn to emit cries of pain. In a fully ready state, Melqart might have been able to defend against these flames. But just as expected, he could hardly accomplish that in his bear hug posture. Sparks fell down upon Godou as he nodded. Melqart was visible amidst the scorching white flames of conflagration. Godou issued the command "Come!" "Erica, release the chains. Jump into the sea!" "--Yes, acknowledged!" His "partner" immediately responded to his sudden orders. The descending sparks were all dying embers, but Melqart's locusts were instantly incinerated on contact and vaporized. Watching this unfold, Erica released the spiral chain. At the same time, she and Godou ran at full speed towards the sea. A portion of the locusts attempted to pursue, but were blocked by sparks and combusted. Immediately after the pair had leaped into the Bay of Palermo- The [White Stallion]'s apocalyptic conflagration that was incinerating Melqart like a furnace, spread all the way to the yacht harbor where Godou and Erica had been staying just now. In an instant, the great swarm of locusts was completely vaporized, tens of thousands at a time. Part 7 It took so long before the fire completely subsided -- Godou had been secretly worrying. As befitted something produced from an authority. These phenomena, ridiculous beyond belief, vanished after a mere ten-odd minutes. Furthermore, no leftover heat remained where the incineration had taken place. Godou floated back to near the yacht harbor. The gentle touch of the mild breeze caressing his face was like the Mediterranean spring. Compared to the hot winds blowing forth from scene of the blazing furnace, it was like the difference between heaven and hell. Godou nodded in agreement as Erica signaled to him with her eyes as she floated beside him. Having made their decision, they returned to the shore. "What should I say, this is quite terrifying..." "Let me make this clear beforehand, this was virtually all of your own doing." Erica offered her commentary as Godou exclaimed. This was the main road that extended across the shore of the Mediterranean. Rather fitting for this Sicilian ancient capital on the seaside, it used to be a peaceful street where people had always lived in happiness amidst the clear blue sky and ocean. However- There were numerous cases of steel-frame or stone-built structures, as well as road asphalt, with signs of scorching from the solar flare. Those still retained their basic forms. Nevertheless, their outlines were uneven like glass which had melted and re-solidified. Naturally, flammable objects such as trees on the roads were completely wiped out. The tourist attraction of Porta Felice which acted as the entrance to Corso Vittorio Emanuele and had just been damaged by the [Boar], had now completely collapsed. "Even if someone said that a fragment of the sun had descended upon here a hundred years ago, it would still be possible someone might believe that..." After witnessing the results of using his divine power, Godou clutched his head in his arms. What on earth have I done? Feelings of shame and regret overwhelmed him like raging waves of the ocean. The only fortunate thing was that Melqart and the massive swarm of locusts had been destroyed- Just at that instant, Godou's entire body suddenly experienced intense heat and shock, and then he was blown away. Damaged as if he had just been struck by a tank round. No good, I can't stand anymore, nor can I lift a finger. Slowly, his consciousness began to fade. Don't die at least, I'll have to rely on the [Ram]... It had only been mere days since he became a Campione, but thanks to experiencing real combat many times, Godou had already familiarized himself with the use of his authority. "Could this be Your Highness -- King Melqart!?" What had just struck Godou suddenly was the flying club Ayamur. Earlier on, the club had been sized in proportion for giant Melqart to wield, but now it had shrunk to dimensions for a normal human's use- Erica looked in shock at the direction from where the club had come flying. A ball of thunder was hovering over Via Cala which was half-melted by the white solar flare. Noisily giving off weak blue-white sparks, it was a sphere of plasma. Erica realized. Just now, the [White Stallion] had not defeated Melqart completely! Apparently he had lost his material body, but his ectoplasm still survived- True... Indeed it is I. To think I would be defeated by the brat this time!' The thunder replied with Melqart's voice and solemnity. 'Hmph, I don't know if my anger could be quelled by eliminating the war god of the cheap little tricks. To think he would show such a foolish opening. Whatever, even considering that failing, he has done rather well...' "Does Your Highness intend to kill Kusanagi Godou?" Erica questioned the majestic god. Once again, she summoned the steel of the lion, Cuore di Leone, in the form of the magic sword. If that was what the divine king of storms intended, she would have no choice but to pit her life against him... 'Indeed that is precisely my wish. Regrettably, that attack just now has depleted my remaining strength. For now, I cannot do anything apart from hovering like this in the air!' Had the thunder possessed a material body, it probably would have snorted with its nose. The atmosphere was thick with anger and frustration. 'The sort of misbegotten fate which would bring us together for a future rematch once my body is restored, does not exist between this brat and me. Well, this time is my loss -- no, it is a draw!' Changing his sentence midway clearly displayed the god's competitive and defiant personality. This was Melqart's verdict. Erica relaxed her shoulders and felt relieved. Even though he had lost his material body, he was still a god. Whether fighting or running away from him, it would be rather difficult for Godou and Erica who had no strength left to spare. A ceasefire would be the best thing for now. 'So, I shall be gone. It is uncertain if fate shall cross our paths or when I shall encounter that brat again in the future -- it will happen when it happens. I will take care of the future properly!' As the wind began to blow, the talking thunder flew off. Left behind were Erica Blandelli and the young unconscious god-slayer. A situation extremely similar to the one a few days ago. Godou was sleeping in order to revive, with no one to protect him apart from her. Noticing this coincidence, Erica lifted and supported the sleeping youth's head. "...Well fought, Godou. This is now my reward bestowed to you. I will never do this ever again, especially when you are conscious. So please, rest properly for now." As if trying not to disturb the youth's slumber, Erica spoke softly with gentle tones as she served as his lap pillow. References 1. t Sanzu River(H3^(Djl|): the River of Three Crossings, believed in Japanese Buddhism that the dead must cross on their way to the afterlife, similar to the River Styx in Greek mythology. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanzu_River 2. t Yam: a god of the sea popular in ancient Egyptian times. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yam_(god) 3. t Kothar-wa-Khasis: a Canaanite craftsman god who aided Baal in his battles. Considered the equivalent of the Greek god Hephaestus. http://en.wi kipedia.org/wiki/Kothar-wa-Khasis 4. t Special effects presentation(#}H): Tokusatsu is a Japanese term referring to live-action film or television programmes which feature superheroes and often giant monsters. Godzilla is one such example. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tokusatsu 5. t Word of Abandonment: quoted by Jesus from Psalm 22, it is the only saying that appears in more than one gospel (Matthew 27:46 and Mark 15:34). 6. t Psalm 22:2 7. t Psalm 22:22 8. t Senatus consultum ultimum: Latin for "Final decree of the Senate," a decree of the Roman Senate during the late Republic passed in times of emergency. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Senatus_consultum_ultimum