Don't Expect Me to Carry!

"How about I cover you while you make a move and take both of them out? Wouldn't that solve everything?"

The White-Haired Succubus's eyes spun as she raised a hand and poked Samael beside her, encouraging him with a beaming smile. Her sparkling eyes brimmed with anticipation.

"This mission, you're the main carry and I'm support. I'll cover you, so go on."

Samael politely declined with a smile, his Serpent Eyes full of encouragement.

Older Sister Melly spoke casually. "They're only two Deity-class beings."

Ancient Serpent Samael remained calm. "Yeah, it's not like we haven't seen them before."

Yet neither of the two who spoke moved a single step.

After all, those words were fine to listen to, but anyone who believed them was an idiot.

For Samael, before the War of the Holy Covenant, whether it was Demon Dragon Vortigern or the King of Knights deified by the Spears of the End, the two of them together would not have been worth mentioning.

To put it arrogantly, no matter how many came, they would just be delivering themselves to him.

But times had changed.

To unleash that peerless sword strike, the Ancient Serpent's divinity and authorities had already burned away completely.

Aether was growing thinner by the day, and on a land where the Age of Gods had faded, deities had become the absolute ceiling of existence.

Even more troublesome was that, even when the gods descended, they could no longer manipulate the laws of the world as they had at the dawn of creation. Instead, their actions were restricted by the stable Rules.

Thus, territory and faith bonuses had become absurdly powerful buffs.

The Holy Grail War that would erupt in Romania fully proved this point.

That Master named Darnic summoned Vlad the Impaler, renowned in his homeland,