Meklord Emperor Wisel ∞, Attack Points 6000!
"Impossible!" Dragan's face went pale.
A god... had been absorbed?
His invincible god, the Polar God Emperor Thor, who wielded the power of lightning and looked down on all things, instantly annihilating everything—had actually been taken from him!
For a god-wielder like him, this was the greatest insult imaginable, no different from trampling on his dignity!
How could something so absurd happen?
Yet the facts had already unfolded. The arrival of Meklord Emperor had completely reversed the situation in one stroke. Dragan could only glare helplessly in fury, utterly powerless to do anything.
"That was a very enjoyable Duel. I've certainly witnessed—and accepted—the power of your god, and the bonds between you and your god," Kira said with a smile. "But it's about time for you to make your exit. I still want to see the divine power of your other two companions.
"But don't worry. I've inherited your god, and I'll inherit that will as well. You can go in peace."
Dragan: "@!#%&"
That sounded passionate and inspiring, but was it really appropriate for him to say that as an opponent?
Why could the guy who had stolen Thor from him shamelessly say something like, "I'll inherit your will"?
"Meklord Emperor Wisel ∞, Direct Attack!"
Meklord Emperor Wisel's mechanical eyes suddenly blazed crimson. The energy core in its chest began spinning at high speed, emitting a piercing mechanical hum. The instant it swung the white metal blade on its right arm, the core erupted with dazzling golden light—Thor, imprisoned within, surged forth in the form of energy, becoming a blazing phantom of lightning that coiled around the blade.
Outside the field, Harald shouted at the same time, "Go get ready, Broder!"
Broder, who was still stunned by the shock of having their