Chapter 292

"Is this... a Noble Phantasm? It's truly exciting."

With a look of yearning, Kokushibo gripped his long sword tightly, squeezing out everything in his body.

Life, too.

Soul, too.

Everything, burn.

He swung his sword of certain death, roaring, and rushed toward the endless brilliance with hot blood.

It was clearly so powerful that the world's top superhumans lying on the side felt suffocated.

But under that torrent of light, it appeared so small.

Like a mantis rushing toward a train.

In the end, everything dissipated in the light, leaving no trace.

"Is this a Noble Phantasm?"

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, leaning against the wall, looked at the brilliant light and the lucky boy named Hachiman.

For the first time, jealousy appeared in his eyes.

Just at this moment.

Boom.

The earth shook.

Everyone looked back suddenly, looking above the pyramid.

"Still, a step too late?"

…….

"Fearless struggle..."

At the tip of the pyramid, which was like a majestic mountain, Tamamo-no-Mae evaluated indifferently.

It was just a counterfeit of that holy sword, and the vessel carrying it even came from the Deep One great sword she had forged.

And at this point, so what if it was the Heroic Spirit himself?

"It's time."

She slowly opened her arms, and an invisible vortex bloomed in her palm, forming a chaotic pupil that slowly rotated.

Immediately after.

Red patterns spread rapidly on the blood-stained pyramid, forming red light that linked with her into one.

In an instant, countless black and red flesh collided violently, covering her body like tentacles, and then suddenly twisted.

In the explosion of blood mist.

A six-armed monster with nine long fleshy tails and four faces walked out from it.

At the ends of her nine tails were strange faces, roaring, grinning, and murmuring.

The flesh fungus carpet formed a long dress that covered her graceful figure.

The four faces, smooth as mirrors, looked indifferently in all directions.

"Welcome the arrival of my God, mortals."

The four voices overlapped, forming a chaotic sound that spread.

By this moment.

Her sense of oppression had expanded countless times, and the entire Great Hollow was suffocating under her pressure.

Following that.

Linking with the pyramid's grand ritual, she stretched out her hand and tore violently.

Hundreds of meters of ground layer were torn open...

The massive pyramid blasted out a blood-red pillar of light that reached the sky and the earth, crashing into the vortex.

As if it were some kind of signal.

The vortex covering the firmament... moved.

In the eyes of countless people around the world, in Europe, the Federation, the Middle East, India...

The vortex that had spewed out countless monsters suddenly expanded, letting out a wail as if it couldn't bear the strain.

A big guy.

An unimaginably big guy was coming over.

Everyone's heart jumped, and they felt a chill all over.

162. Global Shock: My King is Invincible, My King is the Sky

"Damn it, what kind of mess is this again?!!"

"Shit, don't tell me this wave is another world-affecting crisis?!!"

"Can you damn Japanese people just die already?"

The mere trace of aura that leaked out was like a low-dimensional creature looking up at a high-dimensional one.

That was an absolute difference.

In that instant, everyone understood that this was definitely a greatness that all of humanity could not defeat.

Not one percent.

Not one in ten thousand.

It was zero.

Absolute zero.

Have we been living in this kind of world all along?

Many people were crying without tears.

……..

Minato Ward.

Sword energy overflowed, and the figure flashed past the side of a Deep One like a stream of light.

Sesshomaru, with silver hair and white robes, shook off the blood, his long sword as silver and new as ever.

Behind him.

The Deep Ones fell together.

".... Thank you..."

The little girl who was saved walked over tremblingly and thanked him earnestly.

"No need."

Sesshomaru nodded coldly, and the next moment he turned his head suddenly, looking at the vortex in the sky, his pupils shrinking.

He wanted to move.

But his body had completely lost the ability to act under the extreme pressure.

……

Shinjuku Ward.

Yukinoshita waved her hand, and her sharp sword cut through everything like a rainstorm.

A gap was blasted through the densely packed Deep Ones.

But... she looked at the sky and lost her voice.

………

Shibuya Ward.

Standing on a mountain of Deep One corpses.

Kazuma, whose face was almost split in two by a ferocious, gaping wound, muttered to himself.

"Stop playing with me."

"What?"

Hideyoshi, covered in wounds, stood up suddenly, but then his face turned pale, and he stumbled back down, his eyes full of fear.

Was it a step too late?

Behind him.

Dense footsteps sounded.

Those seemingly endless Deep Ones, with bone-chilling fanaticism, surrounded them again.