Chapter 274

This was the X-43A sonic aircraft, capable of reaching eight or nine times the speed of sound; it wasn't meant for people to sit in at all.

Because anyone who sat in it would die.

Only he was rich and willful enough to use magic items worth a thousand gold to protect himself.

This fastest aircraft in the world received the blessing of the reinforcement magic array...

Boom.

Red light lit up around the aircraft, red patterns spread across the fuselage, and then, wreathed in black smoke, it turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the horizon.

"Are you kidding me!!!"

Solomon burst past ten times the speed of sound, like a sharp sword splitting the farm.

But if effort were useful, some players wouldn't be the experience for paying players.

That red light gradually moved away.

Blindingly red.

It deeply stung Solomon's heart.

Damn it, he was known as the second in the Miskatonic University, but in reality, there were seven or eight people on par with him.

But unlike him, they were all relying on their family backgrounds, relying on inheriting their father's resources.

172. Earth is too dangerous, I want to go back to Mars

At the foot of the former Mount Mount Fuji.

Amidst the devastation, Inuyasha, Miroku, and the others brushed off the dust and pulled themselves out of the ground, still a bit dazed.

"Mi... Miroku, is this really five hundred years later?"

Inuyasha, who feared nothing, was almost scared into yelping like a real dog; his dog guts were almost scared to pieces.

Miroku looked at this hellish, disastrous land, his face full of despair: I don't know either, I'm also very desperate.

"How about... we go back to the Warring States period? This era probably doesn't need us to save it."

The usually carefree Sango was as obedient as a little wife at this moment.

She didn't want to be a savior anymore; she just wanted to save herself.

This broken future, whoever wants to come can come.

Miroku subconsciously wanted to agree; he was truly terrified.

Thinking of his arrogance, saying "you guys don't understand at all," and claiming this era was peaceful...

Now, looking at Jianshan Huangquan, he was so embarrassed he wanted to dig a hole to hide in.

"Are... are you guys always like this?"

Miroku tremblingly picked up his prayer beads, spinning them like a top.

Buddha.

This monk's heart really can't take it anymore.

"It's alright, this time it took nearly two weeks to have this wave; last time, seven Ancient Gods from the past broke through the boundary..."

Jianshan Huangquan said casually.

Miroku's eye twitched, and even the yelping Inuyasha went quiet.

Just?

What kind of era are you guys living in?

What exactly happened in the future?

Isn't it too damn dangerous?

Miroku groaned inwardly.

He really wanted to go back to the Warring States period, just like Sango said.

Compared to this terrifying future, his own era, filled with demons, various ruthless samurai and nobles, and various cruel and tyrannical daimyo attacking each other, was simply safely adorable.

But he couldn't.

Miroku felt a wave of mourning in his heart, looking at the former location of Mount Mount Fuji, where the mountains had exploded, the tectonic plates had been pierced, and groundwater was gushing out in sky-high water columns.

A figure, accompanied by a wild, almost insane laughter, flew toward the temple in the center of the newly forming lake.

His gaze gradually became firm.

If Kaguyahime obtained the opportunity in that temple, she would probably really take that final step and completely enter the realm of gods.

If she stayed in this era, it would be fine; a god thrown into this era probably wouldn't even make a splash.

But what if she returned to their era?

That would truly be an irresistible natural disaster.

"Let's go, we're going too."

Miroku stepped on the encroaching groundwater and walked toward that Reverse Reverse Side, suddenly finding that none of the others had moved.

He looked back.

He saw that cold girl named Jianshan Huangquan actually taking out a poster and sticking it to a tree trunk.

The poster was clearly a king dressed in silver armor and star robes, eyes closed, sleeping under a swaying sacred tree, radiating holy light, with a gentle face that embraced heaven, earth, and nature.

Then Huangquan took out incense, lit it, clapped her hands respectfully and earnestly, and then folded her hands in praise.

"Holy King above, please protect us on this journey."

Miroku was dumbfounded, holding back for a long time before squeezing out a few words: "Miss Huangquan, what are you doing?"

He didn't remember any such god or Buddha?

Of course, Japan's so-called eight million gods certainly included ones he didn't know.

But for an unknown god, with Miss Huangquan's combat power, which even surpassed Inuyasha's, she could crush a whole bunch with one finger.

Huangquan didn't answer, kowtowed earnestly, and then bowed respectfully again. After the praise was finished, seeing Miroku's confused face, she curled her lips into a smile.

"Do you know why those seven Ancient Gods I just mentioned can't be seen anymore?"

The others opened their eyes wide, only then remembering that she hadn't mentioned the ending at all; could it be...

"That's right, it was that person, in deep sleep, across the boundary between this world and the other shore, who flicked a finger and killed them."

Ah...

Inuyasha's eyes were spinning with circles.

With his struggling intelligence, he calculated for a long time but couldn't figure out how big the gap in strength was.

"You saw that figure shrouded in billions of rays of light just now, right? That might also be related to this person."

Very well, no need to say more, I understand.

Sango immediately leaned over: "Sister Huangquan, how do you do this? What should I do?"

Shippo quickly followed.

Miroku sighed long and folded his hands: "Miss Huangquan, it's better to rely on oneself than to beg others; gods and Buddhas cannot save the world."

Huangquan pointed expressionlessly at the window in the sky that was gradually healing, where one could still faintly see the slaughter of those magnificent beings who seemed to have no end.

"Then who to rely on? Rely on you?"

Miroku was speechless.

With this level of disaster, besides praying to gods and Buddhas, what else could he do?

If things went wrong, even the gods would have to pray to the Holy King.

"Yato, are you done yet? It's time to go!"

Yukine urged impatiently.

"Okay, okay, almost there."

On the street.

Altars and offerings of various colors, and various divine positions were being worshipped, with countless people earnestly praising and praying.

Besides the Holy King and that magician, there were even those for the Beast of Advancement.

And Yato, as a god of faith, was also kowtowing and praising respectfully in front of a shrine.

The usually slacker-like him was kowtowing earnestly at this moment.

"Holy King, I don't ask for your protection to return fully loaded, I only ask that you let me walk the right path and never return to that state where nothing mattered except killing."

He was once a god of calamity who did whatever he wanted.

This scene was constantly being played out all over the world, in every country, every region, and among every culture and race.