Chapter 351

Bigwigs' eyes were cold.

For humanity, become light, well, the light of nuclear radiation.

…….

"Why is it suddenly a bit cold?"

Natsuki Subaru felt a chill, his eyes sharp.

Who wants to harm the widow?

He soon showed an expression like he was about to cry. Who else could it be? It must be that "thing" behind him.

He felt the cold thing behind him move, actually sticking to him, cold hands passing through both sides of his neck, lying on his back, blowing cold air into his ears.

As if urging, urging him to move quickly.

Damn.

Natsuki Subaru felt his body frozen, sweat pouring down like rain.

Oh my god, this wave is really going to be finished.

By the way, can the restart hang he got by sacrificing Kazuma's happiness for a lifetime be used in reality?

If it could be used, he would go back directly…..

He thought about it slightly, thinking of this vast and terrifying tomb, thinking of the mage who looked like a GM in reality, thinking of that magnificent Holy Spirit…..

Oh, it's over.

…….

But others, especially the strong ones who grew up in the lawless environment of other worlds, obviously didn't think so, noticing that it seemed that as long as they didn't look back to observe the other party, nothing would happen.

Several strong ones from other worlds looked at the door symbolizing hope with flickering eyes, and took a step forward.

"Stop!"

Clang——!

Light.

The ultimate spear of light was thrown, turning into a roaring silver dragon, every scale lifelike, flowing with brilliant silver luster.

Exploding with violent lightning, tearing the earth, ravaging, trampling everything, plowing a trench of hundreds of meters through the foreign strong ones.

Amidst the swirling golden arcs of electricity, a youth in silver armor walked out slowly. The long silver light shot back, circled a few times, transformed into a brilliant golden cross-spear, and landed in his hand. With a shake of the long spear, he stood horizontally before the various powerhouses.

"Those who have not shaken off the evil spirits cannot pass this door."

The previously scattered eyes were so sharp at this moment, as if they were blades piercing the Fourth Rank tyrannical beings.

Strong.

Quite strong.

Even if it was only at the limit of the Fourth Rank, it felt like he could kill them all by himself.

That strange feeling.

As if a god, no, it's like a god, as if representing some kind of concept…..

Could this be what the Divine Kingdom people call a Heroic Spirit?

"No, it's a pseudo-Heroic Spirit."

A local person looked at the figure in the glory in a daze and recognized it immediately.

No way, everyone's impression was too deep; not long ago, they were so jealous they couldn't sleep all night.

That guy got the recognition of the Holy King and inherited the spirit base of the knight who followed the Holy King.

……….

"It's him!"

Isayama Yomi was a bit incredible.

The pressure he gave her was not even inferior to the transformed Reinhard. Has that agent of the Holy King reached this point?

This feeling, could it be that he has completely become a pseudo-Servant?

"It's just luck. In the end, this power belongs to the Holy King, not him."

Isayama Mei's voice was sour.

She was indeed driven mad by jealousy.

Power is secondary; the recognition of the Holy King.

Just based on

No.

When the time comes, would a mere head of the Jianshan family even be worth her attention?

Never mind them at the scene.

Even the people of the world watching this right now are so jealous they could bite their teeth to pieces.

They weren't even as good as them before, yet now, even those terrifyingly strong people are so wary of them.

Damn it.

"Why is this person here?"

"Nonsense, of course it's because he received the Holy King's revelation, so he came to resolve the crisis. Otherwise, if these guys ran to Earth, how many people would die?"

"Speaking of which, Durindana simultaneously has aliases such as 'Sword of the Angel' and 'Sword of Constancy'."

"Legend has it that the sword contains the tooth of Saint Peter, the blood of Saint Basil, the hair of Saint Denis, and a piece of the Virgin Mary's clothing; the wielder can receive the protection of God and the angels."

"Holy crap, there's such a backstory?"

"It's normal when you think about it; after all, it's possible the Holy King and that one are just different results of different causal lines."

"Damn, don't talk about that."

"What are you afraid of? With the Holy King's tolerance..."

"I'm talking about the other one. Haven't you read the Bible?"

"........"

At the scene.

Numerous otherworldly existences felt the urging of that hair-raising chill behind them, their gazes gradually turning frantic.

They looked at that figure bathed in glory and growled a warning.

"Move aside! Don't force me!"

So what if he is a pseudo-Heroic Spirit?

He is not a true Heroic Spirit after all.

He is merely a fourth or fifth rank existence. So what if his combat power is high? Can he rival a god?

Suddenly.

A ghostly voice rang out.

"Uncle, setting aside Noble Phantasms, the foundation of Heroic Spirits is about mystery. If your mystery level isn't high enough, you can't touch them."

Huh?

The frantic smiles of the powerhouses froze.

What kind of bullshit setting is this? How is this supposed to be fought?

On the other side.

Megumin had guessed that if she walked out, she would release the evil spirits into the human world, so she hadn't intended to go out, even if it meant being dragged into Huang Quan.

Although she has chuunibyou, she is indeed a kind little girl at heart, and she had already prepared herself to die here.

Sob sob sob.

She is only thirteen years old.

Feeling the terrifying sensation behind her that made her hair stand on end, that constantly approaching threat was urging her.

Megumin cried, frozen in place. As time ticked by second by second, she had never felt the flow of time move so slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, when she was exhausted.

"Yo, need some help, little girl?"

A languid voice came over.

It was truly the sound of heaven.

Who would want to die if they could live?

Wait.

This voice sounds a bit familiar...