"Just as expected of Lady Durandal. No matter where she is, she is the strongest."
Watching Durandal suppress Poseidon, the god of the sea, with nothing but pure spearplay and hand-to-hand combat, Rita wore a beautiful smile. No one understood Durandal better than she did.
Although she and Durandal were both S-rank Valkyries, Schicksal's S-rank Valkyrie rating simply could not reflect Durandal's true strength. As Bishop Otto Apocalypse had said, Durandal should be placed in a category of her own: the "Durandal rank"!
She was a powerhouse far surpassing every Valkyrie in history. Even the previous and preceding wielders of Abyss Flower could not compare to her—especially now that Durandal had fully matured.
She was strong enough to contend with Kevin.
More importantly, because Durandal had no upper limit, as long as she did not die, she would inevitably surpass Kevin.
"Roaring Waves!"
Being suppressed by a human was almost enough to make Poseidon lose his godly composure.
If Zeus was a battle-crazed maniac, then Poseidon was a cold-blooded butcher. He was the god most like a god—and the most ruthless of them all.
Gods did not gather. Gods did not scheme. Gods did not rely on others.
In Poseidon's eyes, gods were perfect beings who had existed since the beginning of heaven and earth, beings humanity ought to worship on bended knee. So...
How could he accept that a human as insignificant as an insect had been continuously suppressing him in a contest of spear and trident? He believed himself more perfect than any god—even more perfect than his younger brother, the King of Gods.
In that instant, the trident in Poseidon's hand carried the divine power of the sea god, every thrust tearing through space as it shot toward Durandal.
In less than a second, Poseidon had