Chapter 492

Kazuma explained: "(Shadow Heroic Spirit) ShadowServant. The residual spirit base of a Heroic Spirit. A fake that uses the spirit base of a 1.5 Heroic Spirit as a mold, an existence that is not qualified to be a Heroic Spirit, only stronger than the phantom state, well, phantom state is similar to urban legends like Hachishakusama, Sadako, and Kuchisake-onna."

Jiraiya frowned.

And if this is the case, then whether it can deal with the current problem is hard to say.

Is it a Heroic Spirit, or a quasi-Heroic Spirit.

It is a difference of one step, and also a difference of heaven and earth.

He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the airdrop supplies in the distance, took one out, lit it, and took a puff, a bit worried.

Others were also too tired to move, all using magic hands to dance wildly in the sky, grabbing various supplies.

There were even magic creations releasing various magic, playing chess, pinching hand figures...

Locals are used to it.

Satomi Rentaro and others were already numb.

"You guys are like this every day?"

"Pretty much?"

Satomi Rentaro was silent.

So he really came to the magic era?

Is it that your college entrance examination is testing magecraft?

Locals: It has been proposed, and it is estimated to be implemented by the end of the year.

Satomi Rentaro:.........

Just then.

Everyone looked back suddenly.

Horizon.

A light curtain suddenly rose, instantly covering the entire magnificent city, and faintly could see the bloody arms covering the sky hitting it, setting off ripples.

"It started over there too..."

"Why, why, why!!!"

Over New Fuyuki City.

Ouma Shu's eyes were red, and he waved his hands covering the sky, constantly hammering on the light curtain, constantly smashing the water-colored light curtain into ripples.

Why can't it be broken?

Clearly he sacrificed everything, even sacrificed the last friend, to obtain this power of the old king that could be said to override everything.

Clearly there should be no existence that could stop him.

279. Saving humanity (X), wiping out humanity (√)

"What on earth is going on with this world?"

Not just him, looking at the city in the blue light curtain, this group of people crawling out of hell were dumbfounded.

"Hirumura, your prophecy ability isn't saying that the new world is a purely technological world?"

Shidou Koichi looked at the people in the city ahead who were looking up curiously, almost pointing at the fat man beside him and scolding.

What a purely technological world.

What kind of ghost is that bright sharp horn, and the tail that is swinging very happily.

And those with pointed ears look like fairies, those who look like demons in mythology, and even girls with two wings, giving him a very strong sense of threat.

And people who give him this very strong sense of threat are not one in that city.

But everywhere in the city.

Damn, what kind of world did they run into?

On the other side, Furuta Nimura (Nimura Nimura) eyes were almost green.

Damn.

They understood early in the early stage of the disaster outbreak that the tentacles of the Evil God can only be dealt with by Evil Gods.

So they actively implanted Evil God derivative cores, using the conflict of different derivative cores to maintain balance.

Constantly completing the puzzle, obtaining power far exceeding the survivors outside.

Let's put it this way.

The Amamiya Rindou who was blown to the sky outside, three tied together, is not enough for one of his hands to fight.

But...

Thinking of the hell-like encounter, his cheeks twitched, and there was a faint sense of losing control, so he hurried to restrain his consciousness, and said as if nothing had happened.

"So, do you still want to continue the Paradise Plan? It's not that I said, I feel that this world might be able to face the Evil God itself."

I am a Ghoul, all want to sacrifice for the so-called dog-fart humanity.

Seeing this prosperous and beautiful world like before the disaster, he just wanted to take advantage of the complete loss of control and have a blast.

Sensing the powerhouses looking up in the city, others were also hesitant.

Let's not even talk about whether they can win or not.

The problem is, if this world alone can resist the Evil God, then there is no need to execute that cruel plan.

The grand ritual to ascend to godhood known as "Human Instrumentality."

Using hundreds of millions of humans as a sacrifice, melting everyone's consciousness into one furnace, stealing the power of the Evil God, and becoming a macro-organism.

If you can't beat them, join them.

Once you become a life form like the Evil God, do you still need to fear the Evil God?

This type of life form is referred to in the murals of those ancient ruins as the Old King, the King of Old Humanity.

All humans become part of the new life form, so naturally, they survive, living within the body of the Old King.

This is their salvation method known as the "Paradise Project."

Hmm, or would "World-Ending Project" be more appropriate?

In any case, their distorted thinking didn't see any problem with this at all.

"Countermeasures?"

The peaceful temperament of the former One-Eyed King, Yoshimura Kuzen, had long since vanished without a trace. He roared with a ferocious expression: "What kind of joke are you telling? That is a god, a true god, a god whose mere existence makes us helpless against destruction. Countermeasures? Stop dreaming."

Evil God is merely a derogatory term born of their hatred.

In essence, beings of that level have no distinction between good and evil.

Perhaps the so-called alienation and loss of control were merely a convergent evolution resulting from unconsciously perceiving Him, which weak humans simply couldn't withstand.

Kagetane Hiruko laughed with a giggle: "Right, isn't it better that the people in this world are strong? The probability of the ritual succeeding is higher; maybe a million people will be enough. Who knows, maybe each of us can become a new god."

Countless people becoming a single entity, sublimating into a different level of existence—naturally, one person would become His main consciousness.

And this person would inevitably be one of the forty-six of them who had completed the puzzle of the Evil God's derivatives and possessed the form of a god.

But if this world were a purely technological world, all of humanity combined might only be enough for two or three people to become Old Kings.

But now, who knows, all of them might be able to become new gods!

Thinking of this, they were instantly excited.

It seems they could all "save" humanity.

"Enough."

Kisho Arima looked at them expressionlessly and slowly drew his twin blades: "Activate 【Lullaby】 and clear these obstacles."

Lullaby.

That is the flesh and blood spreading above the rift, the existence known to the outside world as the Evil God's offspring.

In fact, they are not derivatives of the Evil God, but merely flesh-and-blood devices used by the ancient Old Kings to keep the Evil God in a deep sleep.

Each one is an existence closest to a god; even before the catastrophe, it would have required the sum of human civilization to deal with them.

They are monsters that even those of them who inherited the legacy of the Old Kings fear.

Originally, they had never even thought of activating such dangerous things, but now...

"Gather..."

"Get out of the way, quickly!"

Watching Kisho Arima draw his blade and walk over, Furuta Nimura's expression changed drastically, and he shouted hurriedly.

Before the catastrophe, let alone the One-Eyed King, he wouldn't have even looked twice at Kisho Arima.

Unfortunately, that was in the past.