Chapter 306

The darkness seemed like a ghost devouring everything, approaching the crowd at high speed.

"Holy... crap! Run!!"

"Let's go to the end of the corridor, maybe there is more than one way to live!!"

Reinhardt was also anxious, squeezing everything in his body that was almost overdrawn, lighting up the lights while running wildly.

For a time, it was almost tied with the darkness approaching from behind.

Only then did many people's hearts beat wildly, and they rushed forward with pale faces.

Damn it, it's not that they haven't seen dirty things, but gods turning into ghosts, who can handle this?

Countless people ran for their lives, even trampling and pushing each other, chasing that radiance.

"Run, Kunieda!!"

Azusagawa Sakuta pulled Kunieda Yuma and went crazy, his legs stepping out of afterimages, running wildly behind the figure holding the radiance.

Kunieda Yuma was almost his only friend.

He was one of the first to awaken magic power, but at most he was a first-Third Third Tier superior (D-level), belonging to the downstream here; if he didn't pull him to run, he might be the one used as a cushion.

There were screams and chewing sounds everywhere behind them; even holy light could no longer stop "them" from reaching out from the door and grabbing the unlucky ones.

Ahead.

Jiraiya and Orochimaru were also running for their lives, squeezing out every bit of power in their bodies; he knew for the first time he could run so fast.

Almost a few minutes later, they reached the end of the corridor.

A magnificent door appeared in their field of vision.

That successor of the Holy Spirit, the hero from another realm whom even he admired, Reinhardt, was lighting up the vertical pupils around the door.

Those were vertical pupils spreading layer by layer in a mysterious array; just looking at them made him feel as if he had pierced through time and space, seeing his own past and future.

A youth named Uzumaki Naruto who grew up in darkness.

The strongest Old One reborn fighting the Ninja World army alone.

A goddess descending from the starry sky.

A divine tree with a planet as an orchard...

"As expected of the God's Tomb suppressed by that person, can even a door pierce through the past and future?" 433 was shocked by the level of the Divine Kingdom, but he didn't have time to look closely.

The magnificent door was already rising slowly amidst the vibration, revealing a piece of brilliant golden ripples.

Those who arrived first had already passed through, and cheers of excitement were vaguely heard.

Found the right one?

Jiraiya smiled, even he felt a joy like a rebirth.

It was too freaking difficult.

The opportunities in the Divine Kingdom were many and amazing, but they were too torturous for old people.

"Orochimaru, are you okay? I'm planning to look around the Divine Kingdom before going back. What about you? Orochimaru?"

He looked back.

In a door, a pair of pale hands were placed on Orochimaru's shoulders, even that greatest traitor after Konoha's Madara.

Even if he had amazing talent and many trump cards to save his life, it was meaningless at this moment.

He could only stand there powerlessly, his eyes complex, a bit unwilling, a bit dejected.

Just looking at Jiraiya, one of the few people he cared about, he left a soft sigh: "Take care, Jiraiya..."

Disappearing into the door.

"Oro... Orochimaru!!"

His lifelong rival, his partner, his bond... died?

That Orochimaru who seemed to have infinite backups and might survive even if the world was destroyed, died?

Just like that, ridiculously, without warning, died no differently from an ordinary person?

Jiraiya stood there, his whole person frozen, too late to be sad, only a sense of unreality.

200. Natsuki Subaru: Just came back from another world, is the era changing so fast. pg

"Uncle, let's go... Uncle... why are you crying?"

Megumin pulled Yunyun over, panting, and just as she shouted, it was as if something had been broken; tears fell from the white-haired old man's eyes, wetting his face.

"Is... is this the Divine Kingdom?"

Jiraiya's tall body seemed to be hunched at this moment, his blank face covered in tears.

Even someone like Orochimaru would die like an ordinary person, with no difference...

"No time for sadness, Uncle."

This thirteen-year-old girl from the chuunibyou village wasn't chuunibyou anymore.

She was panicked.

She was just chuunibyou, not stupid.

The alarm in her mind stimulated her little head to the point of exploding, and she even threw the explosion magic she had to cast every day to the back of her mind.

She was panicked like an ant right now.

"Let's go, Uncle, cry enough when we get out... Yunyun, let's go, let's get out first, woo woo woo, finally leaving..."

After persuading him, Megumin pulled her good friend Yunyun and ran toward the golden ripples, watching the entrance getting closer and closer, tears streaming down her flushed eyes.

Finally... finally leaving this place that scared the Red Magic Clan to death.

Suddenly.

"Megumin, Megumin, here, here, you finally arrived, I've been waiting for you for a while."

An excited voice came.

"Waiting for who, haven't I been pulling you..."

Megumin replied subconsciously, her voice gradually weakening.

Her petite body stiffened, and she slowly looked up.

She saw that in front of the golden vortex of the door, in a dense crowd of people, her good friend Yunyun was waving and greeting her, shaking her indecent breast size excitedly.

The question is.

Then the one she pulled and ran all the way...

Megumin's small body stiffened.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but she suddenly felt that the wrist she had been holding didn't really feel like a living person's hand.

Very hard, very cold, with bone-chilling coldness.

Come to think of it, "Yunyun" really hadn't spoken all the way.

Ah this...

Looking up.

She found that the originally dense crowd had directly dispersed into a large circle, staring at her in horror.

No, they were staring at her back.

"Megumin, behind, behind, you're not holding a person~."

Yunyun was scared out of her wits, covering her mouth and reminding her in horror.

"It's over, this little girl is probably done for."

"Sigh, such a cute little girl."

The crowd sighed with regret, then accelerated and frantically squeezed into the door.

Megumin's cold sweat came down, subconsciously wanting to look back, but she held it back.

She had an inexplicable intuition that once she looked back, that fatal threat would materialize.

She froze directly.

Her petite body of 1. 8 meters didn't dare to move, and her delicate little face showed an expression of wanting to cry.

Too miserable.

Still so small.

The crowd couldn't bear to look, so they didn't look, and ran away tremblingly and accelerating.

The God's Tomb is too freaking dangerous, with pits everywhere.

Who would have thought that the friend you were pulling because you were afraid of getting lost was something else?

They suspected that if they threw in a few gods, they wouldn't even make a splash; it was too insidious.