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.

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

They use the accumulated foundation, not to mention victory, it is not difficult to drag them down.

But now...

"No... no way."

Kudo Yusaku's body shook, and he looked blankly at 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 withstand gods.

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

There is salvation.

There is still salvation.

If the old king just stepped into the divine realm and there is only one, then if they drag it for ten or twenty minutes, 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 chasm that cannot be crossed.

"What step?"

Hiruko Kagetane's weird laughter stopped abruptly, thinking of something, his eyes were horrified.

No.

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

And what you mean is that your world has so many gods that there are different levels of division?

The desperate Hiruko Kagetane couldn't help but have a glimmer 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 wake up 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 they are not ordinary gods, at least they are existences that have stepped into the second step of the mythological realm.

If the state is a bit worse, even the servants can't withstand it.

No.

Can't give up.

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

Kudo Yusaku experienced the dream of the Sky-Curtain, 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.

I don't know when, but the world was quiet.

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

Where the crack was in the distance, a low, vast, weird sound 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 withstand this 0...

Front line.

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

But what was revealed was not the boundless brilliant starry sky, but monsters that were dense and layered, covering the night sky without a trace.

Everywhere there were rippling gorgeous lights and flesh and blood mud covering the sky.

More than four thousand magic particle cannons roared madly, and thermobaric bombs, cluster bombs, and even tactical nuclear weapons blessed by various magecraft arrays were bombing wildly.

Silent Priests nearly two stories tall turned into violent giants, crushing the sound barrier, waving broadswords, forming the coldest-blooded formations, becoming ruthless killing machines charging on the battlefield.

There were also giants who reached the Fourth Rank limit or even the Fifth Rank, bathing in blood to surround and kill the Evil God's offspring, occasionally bleeding in the sky.

On the battlefield at this moment, even Third Rank limit monsters couldn't survive for long, and ordinary Third Rank and Second Rank were blown into dust as soon as they approached.

But...

Boom————!

A figure wrapped in blazing flames from hypersonic friction fell from an altitude of 40,000 meters, collapsed a mountain range, and exploded with dust dozens of stories high.

For a long time.

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

Below the upper body of the hoodie, the lower body was empty, not knowing what kind of attack had 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 magecraft, this waist-cutting strike would have taken his life.

When they arrived three hours ago, they happened to run into the Evil God's offspring activating, but this thing was too outrageous.

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

And relying on that bulk where every tentacle was billions of tons, a casual whip could explode a Fifth Rank.

At least a Fourth Rank limit mage who switched to magecraft had the qualification to take a shot from the edge.

Well, like him.

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

But the results were limited to this.

Stronger and more energetic Evil God's offspring drilled out as if there was no end, and even if support from all over the world was 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.

"Are you done yet? 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 jujutsu sorcerer, and yelled at the communicator implanted in the flesh on his wrist.

"It is now 12:39, there are minutes left."

The staff on the other side also said nervously.

Summoning a heroic spirit is a ceremony.

A ceremony with strict requirements for time and place. In fact, most people think that if it weren't for the fact that the one summoned in the Fifth War was 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 cut on his waist.

Instantly.

Countless granulation buds grew out and began to strip.

Boom.

The earth shook.

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

A masked man with the same 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 you, I am Gojo Satoru, former strongest jujutsu sorcerer, now wild Super-A mage."

"Hatake Kakashi, former alien, now Super-A mage of the Magecraft Association."