Chapter 294

All over the world.

Whether it was a superhuman or a mortal.

Whether it was a superior or a bottom-dweller.

Whether it was a monster or a hero fighting against it, everyone was stunned.

As if their throats had been strangled.

The world... was quiet..

163. The Holy King Flicks His Finger, Evil Gods Die Like Raindrops!

In the eyes of countless stunned people.

A body that was unimaginably vast had lost its life, fallen into absolute death, and slid powerlessly from the vortex.

The body of the great one fell from the high sky.

Only then could people see its full appearance.

It was a giant god with a ferocious fish head, and densely packed winding tentacles formed its beard.

The magnificent tentacle that had reached out of the vortex earlier was just one of its whiskers.

And a sword mark that seemed to retain supreme power cut open its internal organs from its right abdomen, spread all the way to its left chest, and finally circled lightly to its brow, nailing and killing its divine soul.

Boom!!

The magnificent divine body fell into the sea, and the vast ocean sank because of it.

Even through the screen, people could feel the tremor.

Thousands of miles of ocean were forcibly pushed away, forming a super tsunami that spread for ten thousand miles, rising with the momentum to level all continents.

But in the next moment, it seemed to be pressed down by some overwhelming invisible force.

Looking at the towering body that lay in the ocean, its body exceeding the deep sea, and even a single tentacle whisker spanned across Hokota City, Yokohama, Ota City, Tokyo Bay... and then rested on Chiba.

The Federation, Britain, Falanxi...

The whole world lost its voice.!!

A moment ago, they were still suffocating under that supreme aura that transcended everything, despairing under that most intuitive and towering form.

They even once doubted that even if that person descended, he might not be able to rival it.

However, now...

After a full four or five seconds.

Sounds of gasping for air sounded from all over the place, and then...

Explosion!!!

"Holy shit————!"

Damn, damn, damn, damn, ahhhhhhh————!"

"The Holy King is awesome!!! (Shouting)"

"The Holy King is the best in the world (Voice cracking~)"

"Woooo, scared me to death, thought we were definitely done for this time."

"I'm sorry, I'm an idiot for doubting the Holy King."

"Hahahaha, I told you..."

Britain, Falanxi, the Federation...

In front of TVs, in front of mobile phones, on the scene... countless people shouted hysterically, roaring until their voices were hoarse.

Japan.

People gradually came back to their senses from their loss of voice, tears streaming down their faces, already on the verge of losing control.

Some cried bitterly, venting the fear they had suppressed for a long time.

Some straightened their backs, cursing hysterically: Damn you monsters, your doomsday has arrived, didn't expect it, did you? We humans have a big shot backing us.

More people were on a pilgrimage.

Kneeling toward the east, kowtowing deeply, lowering their heads to kiss the soil, praising the Holy King on the other shore.

Federal conference room.

Everyone was stunned for a long time, looking at the sword mark on the vast divine body spanning the ocean.

"It looks a bit like Excalibur..."

"It's probably projection magecraft. With the Holy King's ability, it's normal for projection magecraft to surpass Black Archer."

The head of the Hama family had weak legs, sat on the ground, and lit a cigarette with trembling hands, completely losing his image: "In other words, it's not the main body, but just a part of his power?"

The old general swallowed: "It should be. The Holy King's true body is on the other shore, so there must be restrictions. It's normal to project a bit of power into reality to make a move..."

Looking at the towering divine body lying in the ocean, its body exceeding the deep sea and even reaching into the clouds, like a wall of heaven.

Halfway through, the old general couldn't continue.

Normal, my ass.

When that towering existence descended, hadn't they felt that sense of suffocation covering more than half the planet?

Moreover, that size was already the most intuitive manifestation of his great power.

Right.

What about that old man who claimed to be the world's guardian, the world's strongest...

Others turned their heads to look.

Only to find that the old man had broken down, even more exaggeratedly than them.

Crying his eyes out, completely losing his image.

But the whole person seemed to have come alive, without the despair and numbness hidden deep inside, and had vitality.

No one knew how desperate it was to be an observer of the seal for a thousand or ten thousand years, trembling with fear, fearing the god who could break the seal at any time.

Tokyo.

Altars everywhere.

"Are you kidding me!!!"

"I don't believe it!!"

"Illusion, it's all an illusion, it's a human conspiracy!!"

Many ferocious and terrifying cultists and Evil God kin had red eyes, staring with eyes wide open, tears streaming down, roaring hysterically, refusing to admit reality.

How could it be.

Their god, their lord.

How could he be killed like a joke?

A moment ago he ruled the world, and the whole world trembled under him, and the next moment he was so easily killed?

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

Tamamo-no-Mae, whose nine fleshy tails were dancing wildly, was also comforting herself, her violent and peerless aura rampaging, and she roared with red eyes.

"Impossible, even if it's Him, even if..."

The rest of the words didn't come out, and she stopped suddenly.

That chaotic sound, which seemed like the whispers and murmurs of countless people, and also like praise and worship, sounded again.

The vortex shook again.

Even faintly through that invisible vortex, one could see the space-time on the other side, where an even more massive divinity was squeezing over here.

The mere leakage of a trace of aura caused the atmosphere of half the planet to be stirred, forming an eye of the storm.

Boom!

Amidst the deafening thunder, blood-colored lightning roared across the sky, winding for dozens of kilometers, visible for a thousand miles.

"Tsathoggua??"

Solomon III's face changed drastically, his teeth chattering like a pile driver, his tone almost a moan: "That is a true Great Old One."

Dagon's so-called title of supreme ruler sounds awesome.

In fact, he is just the leader and Father God of the Deep Ones.

In essence, he doesn't count as a Great Old One, just a little brother of the Great Old One Cthulhu.

And Tsathoggua (Yoth-Tlaggon) is the true ultimate, the true greatness, and there is no possibility of being expelled.

Underground.