Chapter 502

Everything is to allow them to have the ability to face most disasters themselves.

And the big shots just need to deal with disasters that are completely beyond the limits.

Then there is a small problem.

Where is this limit?

The most feared thing is that their judgment is different from the big shots' judgment.

Just now, he, like most people, thought it was those Evil God's offspring.

Evil God's offspring are just corpses after all, almost dead objects.

They use the accumulated foundation, not to mention victory, it's not difficult to drag them out.

But now...

"No... no way."

Kudo Yusaku's body shook, and he looked blankly in the direction where various lights were rippling in the sky, showing an expression that was like crying and laughing.

It's not.

My king.

We really can't handle gods.

Vermouth's thinking was obviously fast, and when she thought of this, her face turned pale, and she rushed up and grabbed Hiruko Kagetane's collar fiercely, her eyes red and roaring: "What step is the old king in godhood? How many are reviving?"

There is salvation.

There is still salvation.

If that old king just stepped into the divine realm and there is only one, then what if they drag it out for ten or twenty minutes, and wait for the servant to descend, wouldn't it be fine?

Although it is said that it is impossible to summon a full-state servant, it is estimated to be about the same as the Saber summoned by Yukinoshita Yukino in the Fifth War.

But heroic spirits are god-like.

No matter how bad the state is, it is also a life form at the same level as a god, and there is no insurmountable chasm.

"What step?"

Hiruko Kagetane's weird laughter stopped abruptly, and when he thought of something, his eyes were horrified.

No.

Listening to what you mean, does your world really have a way to deal with gods?!!!

And what you mean is, are there even so many gods in your world that they have produced different levels of division?

The desperate Hiruko Kagetane couldn't help but carry a trace of expectation: "In the ancient murals of the ruins, if we didn't recognize it wrong, there are a total of seven central kings, and forty-two kings surrounding the seven kings. A total of forty-nine old kings were born in all eras, but at most less than twenty can revive from the Lullaby. After all, there are only so many humans..."

Very good.

You don't need to say any more.

Vermouth was expressionless.

Hehe, twenty...

And those so-called seven central kings, one can tell at a glance that they are not ordinary gods, at least they are existences that have stepped into the second step of the mythological realm.

Maybe the state is a bit bad, and the servants can't hold it.

No.

Can't give up.

What if it's not at the divine realm level at all, but they just think so themselves.

Kudo Yusaku experienced the dream of Chaldea, his psychological quality is not covered, he recovered quickly, and quickly opened his watch to connect to the headquarters.

"It's me, Kudo Yusaku, notify the front line immediately, pay attention..."

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

Before he knew it, the world was quiet.

The powerful auras that were originally exploding and surging everywhere were frozen, and everything seemed to be fixed.

Where the crack was in the distance, a low, vast, weird voice that seemed to be overlapped by countless people echoed from the earth, the sky, and the world.

Kudo Yusaku: "..."

Even he couldn't help but despair.

It's not, my king.

Although you trust us so much, we are very happy, but we really can't handle this.

Front line.

The sky of flesh and blood had long been shot down.

But what was revealed was not the boundless bright starry sky, but monsters densely layered, covering the night sky without a trace.

Everywhere there was rippling gorgeous light, and flesh and blood mud covering the sky.

More than four thousand magic-energy particle cannons roared like crazy, various magic arrays blessed thermobaric bombs, cluster bombs, and even tactical nuclear weapons were bombing wildly.

【Silent Priests】 nearly two stories tall turned into violent giants, crushing the sound barrier, waving broadswords, forming the most cold-blooded arrays, and becoming ruthless killing machines charging on the battlefield.

And there were giants who reached the extreme of Third Third Tier 4, or even Third Third Tier 5, bathing in blood to surround and kill the Evil God's offspring, occasionally bleeding in the sky.

At this moment on the battlefield, even Third Third Tier 3 limit monsters couldn't survive for long, and ordinary Third Third Tier 3 and Third Third Tier 2 were blown into annihilation powder as soon as they approached.

But...

BOOM————!

A figure wrapped in scorching flames rubbed out by hypersonic speed fell from an altitude of 40,000 meters, collapsed a mountain range, and kicked up dust dozens of stories high.

A long time later.

The silver-haired man grabbed the crack in the earth and crawled out, panting violently against a tilted plate.

Below the upper body of the hoodie, the lower body was empty, I don't know what kind of attack cut him in half.

Gojo Satoru lit a cigarette tremblingly and exhaled slowly.

This world is getting more and more exciting.

If it weren't for switching to magic, this waist-cut attack would have taken his life.

When they arrived three hours ago, they happened to encounter the activation of the Evil God's offspring, but this thing was really too outrageous.

It was completely a god faking death, and ordinary attacks wouldn't even break the skin.

And relying on that tentacle that was hundreds of millions of tons in size, a casual whip could blow up a Third Third Tier 5.

At least a Third Third Tier 4 limit magic switcher has the qualification to take a shot from the edge.

Well, like him.

In the end, it was relying on the giant statue of the white-haired old man to drag it out, and then it was shot down by a nuclear spear.

But the results were limited to this.

Stronger and stronger Evil God's offspring drilled out as if there was no end, even if reinforcements from all over the world were constantly arriving, they could only barely struggle.

In fact, there were quite a few cultists from other worlds, but they were all blown away by the angry earthlings as soon as they came out.

"Is it ready? What time is it to summon the heroic spirit? If you don't hurry up, people will die."

Gojo Satoru was too lazy to care about the image of the former strongest sorcerer, and yelled at the communicator implanted in his wrist flesh.

"It's 0:39 now, there are still minutes."

The staff on the opposite Reverse Reverse Side also said nervously.

Summoning a heroic spirit is a ritual.

A ritual with strict requirements for time and place. In fact, most people think that if it weren't for the fact that the fifth war pointed to that one, it would be impossible to summon a servant normally.

"Twenty minutes."

Gojo Satoru struggled to climb up, his right hand glowing and pressing on the break of his waist.

Instantly.

Countless granulation buds grew out and began to stretch.

Boom.

The earth shook.

"Can't hold it, can't hold it, completely can't hold it."

A masked man with silver hair crawled out, muttering while crawling here. When he crawled to the tilted plate, the two were stunned at the same time.

Like seeing another self.

"How to address, I am Gojo Satoru, former strongest sorcerer, now wild super-A mage."

"Hatake Kakashi, former alien worlder, now magic association super-A mage." ===== CHAPTER 503 =====