Chapter 489

In comparison, Leviathan was simply a little brother.

And once covered by these tentacles in the sky, let alone humans, even stones and mud were constantly producing various monsters.

Forcing everyone to retreat again and again.

"Tsubame Gaeshi————!"

Edge of the battlefield.

The ultimate sword light stretched to seven or eight stories high, carrying the sharpness that cuts everything, flashing past the giant monster.

After a row of trees behind collapsed slowly, the monster collapsed with a bang.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka slowly sheathed his sword.

This is of course a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the divine realm sword technique of Tsubame Gaeshi that cuts dimensions; it's purely to cheer himself up.

"Careful!!!"

Ayanokouji's eye corner twitched, retreating rapidly, and smashed the magic ritual device-level katana backward.

At some point.

The sharp claws of a humanoid monster, even shorter than an ordinary person, had approached his neck, and he could even feel the coldness and hideousness of the claw tips.

This blow hit the monster's wrist just right, deflecting it by a sliver, and at the same time, it was pulled by great force and shot out like a cannonball.

"Flying Flow? Instant Flash!!!"

Kazuma's angry roar rang out.

Zzzzt————

The incandescent electric light instantly split into thousands of cold rays, crisscrossing around a monster, flashing and disappearing.

The monster froze, the light in its hideous pupils gradually dimmed, then slowly disintegrated, and broken pieces of meat paved the ground.

"How is it?"

Kazuma looked at Ayanokouji Kiyotaka who climbed up.

"Missed by a sliver."

Ayanokouji's hand bloomed with fluorescence, releasing healing magecraft to treat the gash on the side of his neck.

This sliver is the difference between life and death.

For magecraft, as long as it's not directly dead, it's not a big problem.

Even if dead, as long as the soul is still there, it can be saved back.

Kazuma breathed a sigh of relief, carrying a trace of self-abandonment: "There are too many monsters, and they know how to cooperate; small monsters are not necessarily weak, and they hide in the giant monster's hair, impossible to guard against."

Being able to hold on for a few minutes is purely because the great spiritual vein under their feet supplies magic, and they are equivalent to infinite blue.

In the distance, Yono, who released a thunderstorm to wash the ground and killed several monsters, turned back: "Support should be arriving."

Here is only a dozen miles away from Mount Fuji, and less than thirty miles away from New Fuyuki, the center of transcendent forces.

This distance, for transcendents, is like the entrance to the village.

"Support?"

Beside, Satomi Rentaro and the others who were already in despair were stunned.

Judging by their tone, does it mean that as long as support arrives, this massive monster army is not a problem?

"What I'm worried about is that."

Yono looked at the tentacles spreading from the sky: "Let's say it first, if things can't be done, little Yono doesn't intend to die here with you."

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"You don't need to say that, Kazuma-sama doesn't want to die in vain either.... wait....."

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Killing a monster, Kazuma curled his lips, just wanted to say something, suddenly his expression was stunned.

"There really are people rushing out of the crack."

Kogoro Mouri, who was stunned, dodged the giant monster's hammer blow in a wretched manner, retreating frantically in the broken earth.

Now they were seven or eight miles away from the crack, but this distance couldn't stop their Eagle Eye Magecraft.

One could clearly see a group of wretched men and women fleeing frantically among the monsters, occasionally unlucky ones being rolled up by the monster's hair and sent into their mouths, exploding a piece of blood like gnawing on a soup dumpling.

"Humans..."

Satomi Rentaro was stunned, then his eyes showed ecstasy: "There are actually other teams that survived?"

"Manager?!!!"

Not just them, among the mages blocking the monsters, a purple-haired girl with side bangs looked up in disbelief.

In the year since transmigrating to this world, the endless crises and the same kind being captured for experiments made her, who was prone to anger, learn what it means to keep a low profile.

She also became one of the very few ghouls who escaped the Federation and came to Neon.

Having realized the truth between life and death, she deeply understood that being a ghoul has no future, and there is no human rights at all.

So she studied life magecraft diligently, and dug out her own kakuhou, at least on the outside she was completely human.

No red eyes, and no need to eat people to survive.

Relying on magecraft to gnaw on gems is enough.

Originally, she thought she would live like this for the rest of her life; in the crises of this world that were more exciting than the last, the familiar figures gradually faded away.

And now...

Looking at the wretched white-haired old man, her voice choked up.

"Kirishima Touka?"

Tsukiyama Shuu also recognized her; this purple-haired human was actually a ghoul from the Anteiku coffee shop.

"Didn't you disappear ten years ago?"

"Ten years?"

He was unbelievable, Kirishima Touka was even more unbelievable: "And you... Tsukiyama Shuu?"

Looking at the haggard and old middleman, she really hadn't recognized him.

A noble son becoming like this, who could recognize him?

"It's just a difference in time flow, what's so strange about it? The East also has the saying that one day in heaven is one year on earth. Alright, prepare to meet your companions."

Kazuma couldn't stand this kind of scene, looked at the middle-aged white-haired Jiraiya, and jointly built a magic array to bombard.

Zzzzt zzzzt zzzzt zzzzt zzzzt!

Light cannons washed the ground, blowing all the way to those people.

The people over there were obviously stunned; even if they had seen it from afar, they hadn't expected that this magical attack really came from humans.

Fortunately, a white-haired young man took the lead in opening the path in front, with extremely strong combat power, holding dual blades, and the occasionally appearing long hair and tentacles were instantly stirred to pieces.

"Arima Kishou..."

The fear of the natural enemy almost caused Kirishima Touka to be gnawed by the monster.

The highest combat power of CCG, known as the "invincible ghoul investigator, the White Reaper," just made her, a former ghoul, very afraid.

Fortunately, she quickly remembered that she was a B-rank mage.

A piece of SSS-rank ghouls could blow up a street block, the former strongest investigator counts for a hammer.

Immediately, she held her head high and chest out, waiting for them to approach.

But...

Even Manager Yoshimura Kuzen didn't look at them, directly passed by them, identified the direction, and went straight toward the city with many people.

???

"They want to use us to delay time."

Even Kogoro Mouri's expression turned gloomy.

Although it can be understood, the last remnants of a world must be those who will do anything to let the race survive.

But, clearly, they, these locals, are not within the other side's race.

"Stop, hurry up and stop, Manager, without registration, unauthorized entry into Fuyuki will be arrested."

Kirishima Touka was anxious.

And now, from the outbreak of the incident to now, it's almost ten minutes, and the Fuyuki official must have entered a state of emergency alert.

It's possible they will be directly shot, or even caught and put into a laboratory.

Without experiencing the disaster, it's hard for her to agree that monsters are more terrifying than the people of this world.