Amid earth-shaking drumbeats, the two paper talismans before Roland also began to glow an eerie green.
Although the victor was still undecided, this was the first time he had suffered a setback against an enemy on his own level.
When dealing with unknown enemies, he always set aside his arrogance and took them seriously.
But against a known enemy, although Roland would not underestimate them like a conventional villain and would carefully plan around their characteristics, he was still inevitably affected by the prophet's blind spot.
The God of War, whose fighting spirit still burned despite his wounds, had certainly given Roland plenty more experience.
Roland had actually long since prepared for that Word Spirit Sword capable of sealing spiritual ranks. The Beast rank was a target he had deliberately offered up. Its advantage against gods was far too obvious, and he was certain Verethragna would willingly use a Self-Sacrificial Attack to seal that threat. He had also intended to seize that opportunity to blast Verethragna apart with absolute power.
After all, powerful as that sword capable of sealing spiritual ranks was, it could not escape its single-target restriction. At most, it could be used against different targets with similar divine aspects; it still operated on the mechanism of a single divine aspect.
Even after absorbing multiple divine cores, Verethragna was still a degree beneath him in magnitude, which inevitably led Roland to look down on him somewhat. He had never expected his opponent to break through his limits and wield two swords at once.
Was this a possibility Verethragna had possessed in the original story, or had coming to this world raised his upper limit? Or was it both?
But it did not matter. Although the process had taken a few twists, judging by the result, he had indeed