A man donning a shattered golden suit of armor walked out of the hazy smoke.0

“Damn it…!”0

Arthur quickly raised his sword and tried to run forward. The owner of the shattered golden armor was Heimdall, and his emergence could have only meant one thing: Zeus had been defeated. However, that didn’t mean that Heimdall would have been fine.0

“I’ll kill you!”0

Thinking now was his chance, Arthur kicked the ground and shot forward like an arrow as he pumped all of his mana into the dangling Excalibur. As he was just about to deliver the strongest blow he could manage, he heard a soft thump.0

“Whew…”0

Heimdall had fallen forward, and behind his slumped back, Zeus appeared, electricity exuding with every breath. Zeus was also in a horrid state. A large gaping wound was on his chest, and blood was flowing down his leg.0

“What are you doing? Hurry up and heal me, Merlin,” Zeus called out to Merlin.0

Thud!0

Arthur urgently halted himself and stopped mid-rush as Merlin and the others quickly went to Zeus.0

“This…” Merlin said in disbelief. “This means we’ve won, right?”0

“Yeah.”0

They had won. Heimdall’s strength had been shrouded in secrecy and was beyond that of common sense. In particular, the rainbow that...0