The Story Told by Jason

For a time, dazzling streams of aether exploded across the Chaos Sea, and thunderous booms rose one after another.

Amid the billowing dust, Samael, who had hastily blocked the attack for Vritra, finally got a chance to catch his breath. He spat out a mouthful of clotted blood and cursed inwardly.

The Axe King of Uruk, the Sword Saint of Avalon, the Israel Fist Emperor, the Celtic Spear God... Sure enough, whenever legendary magi got into close combat, they were a damn nightmare to deal with.

After repeatedly steadying the aether within his body, the ancient serpent finally recovered somewhat. His arm was still trembling as he lowered his gaze to Medusa's Shield held before him. Seeing that this Divine Construct, which had accompanied him for so long, was now warped and covered in cracks, he could not help but curse.

Damn it, is Jacob's Divine Fist standard issue for Israelites or what?

That punching power was downright absurd.

Looks like this Divine Construct would have to be reforged.

Still, sacrificing one item to save that snake woman behind him was not a loss.

To be honest, he rather appreciated this kind of kin who kept grudges and favors clearly separate.

Besides, the enemy of an enemy was a friend.

Paying a small price in exchange for a temporary truce and alliance with Persia was not a bad deal.

"That bastard wants to slaughter us both. We can settle our score later!"

Seeing the White Colossal Titan's right eye lock onto the two of them, Vritra's gaze toward Samael softened slightly. After exchanging a tacit nod, they launched successive bombardments at the White Colossal Titan.

"Fated Divine Enemy! Vajra of Piercing Punishment!"

"Destiny Suppression! Divine Grace Hymn!"

This monster truly deserved to stand at the pinnacle of the planet. Even