Chapter 493

Now Arima Kishou, who inherited most of the Old King's power, is undoubtedly the man closest to God.

The moment Arima Kishou slowly drew the great katana made of flesh, the light disappeared, and everything around dimmed.

As if all brilliance was swallowed by something.

Gently.

The great katana pressed down gently.

Zzzzt zzzzt zzzzt zzzzt zzzzt!!!

Violent and unscrupulous sword light exploded, soaring all over the sky, dense and countless.

Crisscrossing, the dark red sword marks instantly disintegrated and cut the building complex of hundreds of meters at the entrance into countless fragments.

The next moment.

Billions of sword lights returned to one, shrinking and collapsing to the extreme in an instant, turning into a sun that flashed across the light curtain.

Even Ouma Shu, who was in madness, recovered his reason under the explosive sense of crisis, lunged outward, and dodged the subsequent roaring explosion in the nick of time.

A layer of sonic boom clouds rippled out, and he was thrown more than two hundred meters, smashing into a pile of rubble.

"Godspeed Eight Billion God Sword Style."

Furuta Ni-fuku hurriedly went to help up Ouma Shu, who was almost scared stupid: "That guy's finishing move that once dismembered Leviathan, you just joined so you don't know, Arima Kishou is simply a monster."

That is, having been hammered too much, he, the second, is too lazy to think, just muddling through.

Ouma Shu looked up upon hearing this.

As if glass shattered, the blue light curtain covering the city cracked with turtle-shell marks, then shattered with a bang.

Scattered into beautiful light points all over the sky.

"The turtle shell is broken, this should be their strongest means, right?"

Hiruko Kagetane, as the first powerhouse, stepped into the city first: "Isn't it good to honestly become my sacrifice for godhood?"

Under the city.

The leisurely man turned back and said: "Product B4201 is not very good, the coverage is too large, resulting in low strength."

"Tsk, just a test product of the B-series sequence, this is fine."

The colleague on the other side said casually.

Anyway, the funding is provided by the United Nations, just have a look.

"Has the crowd been evacuated?"

"Who knows, this city has a fart of a crowd, the lowest are E-rank official mages, C-rank transcendents are countless, probably want to play with them?"

"Play a hammer, these people are terrifyingly strong, the lowest are third-rank limit, fourth-rank are not few, but more like borrowing power."

"Doesn't matter, that lucky Glory Knight is here, and transcendent teams from various countries are also rushing over."

Mentioning that boy, this brother's tone was still full of jealousy; "These whimsical survivors don't matter, the key is that the monsters of that world are not easy to deal with."

"Yeah, damn, evil gods are fine, there are several monsters close to gods."

This strange logic was recognized by other colleagues.

After all, if it were an evil god, they definitely wouldn't need to make a move.

But if it's not a god, it's hard to say, for example, the few super powerhouses who impacted the Federation were taken down by the Federation's ultimate weapons.

Also, the big shots above gave them cheats to death, and some small roles couldn't be dealt with, and dying would be in vain.

It might even make the big shots conclude that they have no value and directly abandon them.

So countries were ruthless, must completely block the monster disaster outside New Fuyuki.

Prove themselves: Big shot, look, we are still the best boys.

But there is a small problem.

For big shots like the Holy King and Brother Luo Shu, small roles might be wiped out for them.

"Whatever, no matter what, it's a consideration for big shots like national high-level and Sky Curtain Masters, we just need to be worthy of our work."

Street.

"We are saving humanity."

Ouma Shu shouted while climbing up.

Evil gods are absolute.

There is no possibility of confrontation.

Since the people of this world will die sooner or later, it's better to live in the spiritual space of the new life body and live in paradise forever.

Returning to one early, safe early.

Uchiha Madara directly called it insider.

"Relax, relax, saving humanity is fine, what a magnificent city, is it ten million, or twenty million? I'll go first, no problem, right?"

Hiruko Kagetane's body floated up slowly, raised his right hand: "Then..."

The palm instantly scattered into dense meat threads, turning into rain lines all over the sky and blasting in all directions, piercing through buildings and steel in an instant.

"... first, gather everyone."

Maybe the evil god will come at any time, he is too lazy to waste time, directly gathering everyone in the city in one breath.

As a powerhouse in the first echelon of the team, an existence that inherited evil god power, he didn't feel that this world could...

Suddenly.

His expression changed drastically, his figure retreated violently, the dense blood threads instantly retracted to form a palm, and the terrifying sense of crisis made his mind blank.

"Ring of Wriggling God Sin."

In the hysterical roar, layers of pitch-black shields unfolded, rising from the ground, standing in the city, covering him tightly behind.

The next moment.

A holy, divine sword light rose from the east, swept across the street, and almost instantly arrived before his eyes.

Zzzzt————!

The sword light swept across the shield.

The air stalled for an instant.

"No... impossible, this is the power of God, how could..."

In the unbelievable voice.

The upper half of the giant shield, ten stories high, slid down slowly, smashing onto the ground, crushing several residential houses, revealing Hiruko Kagetane's dull face behind.

This is his absolute defense made from a part of the Old King's remains.

What it contains is the most direct power of the Old King.

This is a difference in quality, how could it be broken by mortals?

A hideous bloodstain divided him into two from the right shoulder to the left hip, but what poured out from the wound were dense, wildly dancing tentacles.

Highlighting the master's inner vibration.

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Everyone disperse, carry out the plan separately, try at all costs."

Yoshimura Kuzen, who reacted, roared, and took the lead to rush toward the western city area.

Those who can resist the power of the Old King are clearly only powers granted by the same level.

Either this world also has evil gods, or the comer is God.

The others were also ruthless people tempered between life and death, making decisions extremely fast, deciding the direction in an instant, and dispersing toward all sides of the city.

Furuta Ni-fuku looked at Ouma Shu who wanted to speak but stopped, and immediately carried him and ran.

No need to guess, he wanted to try to use mouth-escape to deal with the comer.

Yeah, although he liked his friend Ouma Shu's gentleness, he wasn't a lunatic like the others.

You are about to wipe out the whole clan, still talking nonsense, really think this is saving humanity.

The street quieted down.

Only the metallic clanging sound of bang, bang, bang, getting closer and closer.

Arima Kishou gripped his dual blades tightly, feeling a vast, holy existence walking in step by step.

Completely without the twisted, chaotic feeling they had.

Could it be that this world really has some kind evil god?