Chapter 494

No. 387

Impossible.

Evil Gods have no distinction between good and evil, they are just pure chaos.

He roared in his heart with a collapsed belief, but his eyes were still fixed on the silver-white figure walking step by step.

Gorgeous heavy armor, mysterious and profound golden patterns, the deep eyes under the full-face helmet slowly raised.

The solemn and holy voice rang out accordingly.

"I am the Eternal King Luo Shu, the Merciful Knight under the command of Canaan, son of man, are you intending to do evil?"

Eternal King?

Is it also an Old King?

But this intensity, this intensity that even a knight under his command has...

Arima Kishou's lips were a bit dry under the huge pressure, and he swallowed his throat subconsciously, wanting to say something.

That voice had already sounded again, cold as the ice and snow of a winter night.

"Is that so? I understand, with the Holy King as proof, you... are guilty!"

What is this?

Mind reading?

Just made a judgment, Arima Kishou had already taken the lead and exploded the most powerful killing move.

"God Speed Ten Billion Great Katana."

Countless scarlet sword lights, a hundred times stronger than before, exploded and killed, instantly cutting several surrounding street blocks into powder.

But...

That knight casually drew a cross sword exuding extremely strong presence from the void, and slashed gently...

The scarlet sword marks all over the sky were cut like a canvas.

Arima Kishou felt his body lighten, and he floated up gently in the sky, his perspective constantly throwing up, until he saw the upper body standing there.

There was only a dazed thought in his heart.

A knight is so powerful, what kind of existence is that Eternal King.

"Go, go quickly, don't stay in the city, go directly to other cities, I don't believe every city is so outrageous."

Furuta Nimura carried Ouma Shu and ran wildly in the alley, roaring crazily in his heart.

Damn.

Just said don't take risks.

The water in this city is too deep, you just change one, first let one person, such as his Furuta Nimura, sublimate to the kind of god-like Old King, wouldn't it be easy to handle next?

Now it's good, running around like a mouse again.

Being chased by monsters in his own world, and still being chased after coming to this world, isn't that coming in vain?

"Shu, listen to me, we will hide first, wait for the opportunity, anyway, the Evil God will come sooner or later."

"I even suspect that we discovered the new world, the plan had no waves and we got the Old King's remains and came here, it was simply intentional by the Evil God."

"No self, there is always instinct, right? Can such a large piece of meat field not drool?"

"In my opinion, just wait until this side and the monsters fight until their brains are out, and it's chaotic, then we..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Furuta Nimura and Ouma Shu looked up slowly.

Alley entrance.

A handsome young man with white fox fur and a purple moon shining on his forehead slowly looked up, his golden eyes indifferent: "This road is blocked."

Holy Sword Inheritor Sesshomaru is here.

278. True Number Thousand Hands, Top-level Luo Shu!

"Heroic Spirit? The supreme magecraft crystal of simulating God? A side-descending Heroic Spirit has the ability to destroy a city or even a continent?"

"Is there a God in this world? More than one?"

"

"This world still has Evil Gods known as Outer Gods or Old Ones? And there's more than one? Seven Evil Gods came together before, and were flicked to death by that King with a single finger while he was sleeping?"

A battlefield where various light cannons and energy barriers were flying about.

The information received by Tsukimi, Rentaro Satomi, and the others had exceeded their limits of endurance, and they were completely bewildered.

Just a moment ago, they had expressed their concern for the city here.

After all, they had vaguely heard that Evil God-infected people like them were actually just amateurs, and that there were people who had mastered Evil God power that even exceeded the super-derivative level.

As a result, the other party gave them a crash course on the background of this world...

Their brains even crashed at this moment.

If it weren't for the brothers around them lending a hand, they would have been swallowed by magic beasts directly.

"In other words, this world has sealed many Evil Gods, and they are even right beneath our feet?"

Tsukimi's voice was so scared it changed pitch, looking at Touka Kirishima—whom he hadn't seen in ten years—as if she were crazy.

If this were true, how could you still be so calm?

An Evil God.

That majestic existence, ignorant and mindless, blindly idiotic, whose mere approach to waking up and unconscious influence radiates across the world, causing plants, animals, and even inanimate objects to twist and deform.

In their world, just one was enough to make the whole world despair, drive them to madness, and turn even people like Kisho Arima into lunatics who sacrificed everything and stopped at nothing to seek a way to survive.

And it turns out there are multiple here? And the number is even incalculable?

Is this the source of the Evil Gods? Did we just stumble into an Evil God's nest?

And what the hell are Heroic Spirits? Could they be the Old Kings from ancient legends?

"Well, that's about it."

Touka Kirishima was calm, completely ignoring whether others could accept it: "In short, don't worry. Not to mention the Servants who might manifest at any time, just those tens of thousands of transcendent beings in the city are enough to ensure they can't stir up any trouble."

In this world, you aren't considered a transcendent just because you know a few transcendent abilities.

You need to break the human limit and complete life sublimation to be promoted to a C-rank Mage before you are recognized as a transcendent.

Otherwise, who among those laying bricks, shoveling manure, or fixing pipes nowadays doesn't know a few magic tricks?

"Servants?"

"Hmm, they are the silhouettes cast by the Heroic Spirits from the Throne of Heroes. They only possess the abilities of a downgraded aspect of the Heroic Spirit's true body, but they are not something ordinary people can mess with. They are also one of the manifestations of great achievements in magecraft."

"Magecraft, huh~~"

Several people had complex expressions on their faces.

Damn it, why did they struggle so hard and sacrifice so much in the past?

Wouldn't it have been better to explore the space rifts earlier and come to this world sooner?

Three or five Evil Gods stumbling in wouldn't even be able to stir up a splash.

"It is said that when magecraft is practiced to the end, it is even comparable to the top-tier Heroic Spirit true bodies. Those are existences known as Apostles of the Magic Path."

Touka Kirishima's voice was full of longing.

Honestly, when she first came to this world, she was full of negative emotions; after all, who wouldn't be after being hunted for ten thousand kilometers, with all their kind captured for target practice or experiments?

Running around with her head in her hands the whole way, living in fear—it was impossible to be happy.

But as she practiced magecraft, especially after solving her dependence on flesh and blood and gradually entering daily life, she gradually gained a sense of belonging and considered herself one of the people here.

Indeed.

People in this world don't hate ghouls; even when she was discovered, they just said "oh."

After all, they are equal in discriminating against everything non-human...

*Cough cough. *

In short, she is also a human now, and has gradually been able to taste human food.

Tsk, as expected of the most creative race, the food is truly too rich and too wonderful.

Thinking of this, Touka Kirishima looked at Tsukimi with an unconscious trace of condescension and pity, explaining magecraft and the worldview settings to them.

Tsukimi:??????

"So, now we are just waiting to buy time until 1:00 AM, waiting for the Servant to manifest, right?"

Lindow Amamiya said with an "I understand everything" expression, looking at the magic barrier that was constantly being repaired.