Crossover: With Heaven-Defying Insight, I'm Shaking the Very Aeons

In the Age of Gods, kings often held a status equivalent to that of gods.

At that time, although some Scythians and Sarmatians were nomadic peoples, their clan structure was still matrilineal. Like the Amazon warriors in the myths, even women bore the duty of fighting.

Therefore, the war god they worshipped was naturally a female war god.

This was the reason why the Lancelot before them possessed astonishing beauty and a figure that surpassed even Erica's.

However, with the expansion of Rome and the spread of the Arthurian legends, Guinevere gave this female war god a new guise, turning her into the legendary Knight of the Lake, Lancelot, which was why she was mistaken for a man.

The origin of this Divinity change was actually quite complex. She hadn't expected to be seen through so easily. But no matter what, a defeat was a defeat.

"I acknowledge my defeat. Come, Rakshasa King! Seize your medal upon my corpse and add to your martial prowess! This is the right of the victor!"

In the face of this indisputable defeat, the White War God had no intention of struggling. She simply closed her eyes and awaited the coming of death.

Just as the Steel Hero Gods seized the authorities of the Earth Mother Goddesses, it was only natural for the defeated Heretic Gods to have their authorities seized by Godslayers.

The victor could naturally plunder everything.

The only thing she was somewhat concerned about was the god-ancestor she protected, Guinevere. However, she had delayed for quite some time. That child must have already left with King Arthur, right?

Thinking this, she waited to return to myth with a slightly more at ease heart.

However, Su Mo did not execute her on the spot.

In the city of Rome, Marquis Voban, whose every Divinity had been sealed by the Golden Sword, was taken to an underground prison, where he stared at the King of Swords, Doni, from across a wall.

The War God Lancelot, however, was brought to the great hall of the Copper Black Cross headquarters.

"Godslayer, what is the meaning of this?" The female war god, with shackles on her hands and her divine power completely sealed, wore a puzzled expression. "Do you not intend to kill me and obtain my Authority?"

After a questioning glance, she looked down at her own surging chest, and after a moment's pause, a look of realization crossed her face.

"Could it be that you are not interested in my Authority, but in this body?"

"Although serving the victor is the duty of the loser, I have no similar experience. If you want it, you'll have to do it yourself," she said with utter frankness.

To a modern person, these were words that abandoned morality and were devoid of shame. But to a hero from the Age of Gods, especially a Steel Hero God, this was no big deal.

To kill an enemy and obtain their property, wife, and daughters was a common rule in the Age of Gods. Even in later generations, this custom was deeply ingrained.

If Su Mo really demanded her body as a spoil of war, the goddess before him would not cooperate, but she would not refuse either.

"..."

Erica, who had just finished arranging for Marquis Voban, heard these words as soon as she walked in. She couldn't help but look down at herself.

To be honest, her figure was top-notch among her peers, and even among mature women, at least a D-cup. But compared to the female war god before her, it was far from enough.

If she was still a graceful girl of fifteen or sixteen, the other was a mature figure of around seventeen or eighteen. Neither her curves nor her lines could compare.

Thus, she grew a little anxious.

"My Lord! She is a Heretic God, after all. You must be careful of her schemes!" Erica advised in a roundabout way.

If she were to attack in bed, especially at a critical moment, even the most delicate woman could potentially kill a man.

What's more, the goddess before them was a war god with the most formidable combat power. They had to be on guard.

Hearing this, the female war god glanced at Erica and shook her head, saying with utter frankness, "Witch, I understand your concern. Rest assured, I have no intention of vying for favor! However, you shall not tarnish the honor of a warrior. I swear in the name of my lord, since I have acknowledged my defeat, I will never commit such a treacherous act!"

Gods were mostly the type to value their reputation over their lives, and war gods were even more so. Lancelot didn't mind serving the victor, but she did mind being subjected to baseless slander.

If not for the fact that Erica was Su Mo's subordinate and her warning was partly out of loyalty, with her personality, she might have directly proposed a duel to defend her honor with her life.

"...My apologies, Your Highness. I was out of line."

Hearing the other directly expose her hidden thoughts of vying for favor and giving her assurance, Erica's face flushed, and she immediately backed down. A war god's promise still carried considerable weight.

Su Mo ignored the small verbal spar between the two. However, he could still answer the question that both Erica and Lancelot had.

"Rest assured, I have no intention of giving up your Authority."

Saying so, he held up the platinum blade, gazing at the remnant of the God Spear of Salvation.

"It's just that, as a god closest to the Origin of Steel, the Origin of Swords, your Divinity is very special."

"To be able to wield the God Spear of Salvation so freely, if I'm not mistaken, you also have the qualification to be a candidate for the Last King, don't you?"

At this point, he shifted his gaze back to the face of the White War God.

The goddess's surprise was visible to the naked eye.

"You even know about that?"

Although she had mentioned the title of the Last King before, she had never spoken of what this deity truly represented.

She had thought that a modern Godslayer wouldn't know such a secret, but to her surprise, Su Mo not only understood the meaning of the Last King but had even grasped its essence.

That was right.

Although the Last King was the ultimate weapon used by the gods to clear out the demon kings, it was not a position held by a single, fixed god.

In fact, in different parallel worlds, the candidates for the Last King were all different.

Some were the god-king Mithra, others were the god Takemikazuchi.

But no matter who was chosen, those who could take on the position of the Last King, who possessed the candidacy, all had one characteristic.

That is, they were all war gods closest to the Origin of Steel, the Origin of Swords.

As the most primitive of the Steel Hero Gods, Lancelot also possessed the corresponding qualification. It was just that in this world, the Last King happened not to be her.

"I just happen to know," Su Mo said calmly. "The conflict between the Steel Hero Gods and the Earth Mother Goddesses is one of the main conflicts in this world, and it's also an important factor that affects the power of the gods."

Even though a Heretic God's strength wasn't determined by their status in the myths, for the human knight Lancelot from Celtic mythology to be stronger than the chief Greek goddess Athena was a bit too exaggerated.

The only reason the war god before him was so powerful was because of the attribute boost from being a Steel Hero God.

In this world, the closer a hero god was to the Origin of Steel, or the Origin of Swords, the stronger they were.

"Therefore, I intend to use your Divinity, along with this fragment of the God Spear of Salvation, to forge my second Mythical Thaumaturgy: the Origin of Swords."

He frankly stated his purpose.

"Mythical Thaumaturgy?" Lancelot was a little impressed but didn't quite understand what it meant.

Erica's eyes, however, widened.

"A second one?!"

She knew that the last Mythical Thaumaturgy Su Mo had constructed was the Sword of Victory, which was capable of instantly killing gods.

She had personally witnessed its power; it was not something an ordinary god could resist.

She hadn't expected Lord Su Mo to have a new inspiration so soon.

"Mm," Su Mo nodded slightly.

If the Sword of Victory was a Mythical Thaumaturgy constructed with the essence of victory as its core, combining all the Divinities Su Mo had mastered, then the Origin of Swords would be a Mythical Thaumaturgy constructed with the Origin of Steel as its core, purifying and strengthening all the authorities of the Steel Hero Gods.

With different cores, the effects of the spells would naturally be different.

Compared to the Sword of Victory, which pursued victory in battle, the function of the Origin of Swords was to fix the characteristics of the Steel Hero Gods into a spell.

This way, even in another world, Su Mo could still use the traits of a Steel Hero God to seize the Divinities of the defeated. It could even be said that it could expand the characteristic of god-slaying to all the myriad worlds.

Seeing Erica's surprised expression and Su Mo's attitude of not intending to keep it a secret, Lancelot was about to ask more.

But just then, a dignified young woman's voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.

"Master! I have returned!"

"Enter."

"Yes!"

After receiving Su Mo's permission, two presences that felt incredibly familiar to Lancelot quickly approached from outside the door.

Her gaze swept past the golden-haired girl with the ahoge, whose Divinity fluctuation was incredibly familiar but whose appearance was completely strange, and quickly landed on the spoil of war slung over the girl's shoulder—a girl who looked to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old.

It was an overly familiar, petite figure.

The other seemed to be exhausted at the moment but had not lost consciousness. Her red eyes also showed great surprise when they saw her.

The female war god sighed and spoke at the same time as the petite god-ancestor, who had come to her senses.

"My beloved child, how did you get captured too?"

"Uncle, how did you get captured too?"

After the simultaneous questions, there were several seconds of silence.

Only then did the god-ancestor Guinevere and the war god Lancelot realize that the other had also become a prisoner.