"The Demon King's Witch."
Hearing Liliyana's words, Veleslana slowly lowered his foot and replied, "This is the battlefield between me and the Demon King; there is no place for you to speak."
As he spoke, a storm erupted from his body, then descended like a sharp arrow onto a certain spot on the uninhabited island. The power of this storm, more formidable than the grand magic top-tier Magicians could unleash, instantly pulverized that area.
"Sizzle—"
Seeing the screen abruptly pixelate, Liliyana was startled. She checked the surrounding defensive measures, breathed a slight sigh of relief, then lightly pressed a button on the panel in front of her with her slender finger. The screen's view immediately switched to another angle, continuing to observe Veleslana and Ares's battle.
She cleared her throat and continued, "You see, esteemed Veleslana, under my King's protection, you cannot even kill a insignificant witch like me. Is this fact not enough to make you realize the disparity in power between you two?"
"Hmm, did you use some peculiar method to transmit your voice directly here?"
Veleslana narrowed his eyes, deciding to ignore Liliyana's words. He automatically filtered out Liliyana's voice with his divine power, then lowered his head and began to observe Ares's army of the Underworld.
During this process, Ares's "Death Curse" began to spread over his body, black light spots extending directly to Veleslana's calves. The undead warriors on the ground also began to hurl spears at him with combat techniques comparable to those of "Great Knights" among human Magicians. However, the Persian God of War paid no mind. He used a storm to sweep away the incoming thrown weapons, flew a circle around the Underworld summoned by Ares, and then laughed, "I understand."
He raised his hand, dispelled his "Camel" incarnation, and then began to invoke the divine words of another incarnation:
"I am the strongest, and I seize all victories. Humans and demons—all enemies, I defeat all hostile ones. Therefore, I will break all enemies obstructing me!"
Along with Veleslana's divine words, golden light representing victory converged around him. The true God-Slaying Golden Sword began to manifest in his hand. After this great sword with Persian flair appeared, Ares, who was hiding among the undead warriors, suddenly felt his Underworld authority suppressed.
"I have indeed never seen Melqart's Underworld authority, but Melqart did fight me once."
Veleslana pointed the Golden Sword at the undead army on the ground:
"He is the King of Gods, a great warrior, the strongest dragon-slaying hunter. The name Melqart was bestowed upon him as an honorable title when he protected the city of Tyre. His true form is Baal, the God-King worshipped by Semitic peoples such as the Canaan and Phoenician. He was originally the God of Storms, Lightning, and the Sky, but after becoming king, his authority continuously strengthened. In the end, he possessed many authorities and also became the God of Life, governing harvest and Death. From this, he also gained the authority to control the Underworld…"
As the Persian God of War slowly recounted the mythological knowledge about Melqart, the Golden Sword in his hand became even sharper and more brilliant. The golden light released from the blade even caused the pervasive darkness on the ground to slowly recede.
Finally, in addition to the Golden Sword held in Veleslana's hand, several other Golden Swords appeared around him. Feeling his authority overflowing, Veleslana smiled as he looked at the army on the ground:
"Oh Demon King, my great enemy among the gods, this time, it is my victory again!"
His figure transformed into a golden light, rushing towards the ground, and then heading straight for the coffin-bearing team in the very center of the undead warrior army. The Golden Sword in his hand turned into an invincible slash, cutting through all undead warriors who dared to block his path, directly charging towards the magnificent coffin. Liliyana, who was watching this scene from the shadows, couldn't help but clench her hands.
However, just before the Persian God of War was about to cleave the coffin, his figure suddenly twisted like lightning, sharply striking one of the warriors carrying the coffin. Behind him, several Golden Swords also flew in, piercing into the body of this undead warrior.
With a soft crack, the undead warrior's helmet was split in half by Veleslana's sword, revealing a surprised face beneath—it was Ares himself.
Seeing this, Veleslana laughed heartily and said to Ares in front of him, "A very good method, but it is useless, my great enemy. My sword of certain victory can lock onto its opponent and guide me to triumph!"
As Veleslana spoke, Ares also lowered his head and sensed his body. Indeed, after this clone of his was struck by the Persian God of War's Golden Sword, his Underworld authority within was completely sealed. He would likely have to wait until this Disobedient Veleslana returned to mythology for his authority to be unsealed.
Moreover, the surrounding Underworld effect had already receded after Veleslana struck him. Ares could still somewhat command the remaining undead warriors around him, but without the Underworld's blessing, this army of the dead was nothing but chickens and dogs before the Persian God of War, utterly vulnerable.
The situation seemed extremely critical, but it didn't matter!
Ares had already anticipated all of this, and Veleslana's actions were within his predictions. Therefore, the moment Veleslana summoned the Golden Sword, Ares used the gap when his clones were close to each other to transfer his Underworld authority to another clone of his that carried authority.
In other words, this clone that Veleslana locked onto and struck with the Golden Sword also carried another of Melqart's authorities.
Veleslana, who was holding the hilt and wanting to stab the Golden Sword deeper, suddenly felt himself being held tightly.
He looked up, with a hint of appreciation, and said to Ares in front of him, "You are powerless to resist, but your spirit of preferring Death to surrender greatly satisfies me. Indeed, regardless of character, a Demon King is still a Demon King."
"Who said I have no power to resist?" Ares asked, lowering his head. "Also, who said I only have the Underworld as an authority?"
"Hmm?" Veleslana's smile froze, and a sudden ominous premonition flashed in his mind.
However, just as he was about to activate his remaining three incarnations to break free from Ares, Ares's body erupted with endless light and heat.
Before the battle, the plan to have Veleslana sacrifice his "White Horse" incarnation was to weaken his high-temperature resistance. Veleslana with the "White Horse" possessed the divinity of a Sun God, but Veleslana without the "White Horse" was merely a God of Steel.
And the power of the Sun God just happens to be the bane of "Steel."
At this moment, under Ares's full break out, the light and heat erupting from his body directly enveloped an area of several kilometers around him. On this uninhabited island, a small, dazzling Sun seemed to rise.