Chapter 505

And he is also fighting; the more he practices the will of the Holy King, the stronger he becomes.

Becoming stronger at every moment.

If the man in front of him had turned into the complete form in front of him at the beginning, there would still be a possibility of defeating him with absolute power scale.

Now, now that his power scale has risen to the Fourth Rank limit.

Even a god-approaching being can't take a few of his swords.

This is the terror of a servant, even if he is a hundred thousand miles away from the pseudo-servant state, and can only count as a phantom level.

"Still can't..."

Arima Kisho 130 smiled miserably.

Why exactly.

Why is the man in front of him so strong.

Although the power scale is less than one-seventeenth of his, even if he outputs a hundred times or a thousand times, he cannot shake that light and holy sword light.

Overwhelming strength.

Absolute weight that cannot be shaken, absolute weight like a god.

Clearly his power also comes from a god.

No way.

Only that...

"Run..."

Arima Kisho finally made up his mind, inserted one hand into his abdomen, and amidst the sound of flesh and blood tearing, pulled out a metal box from his abdomen.

A large amount of green blood overflowed from his mouth, but he was still stained with severe pain, and opened the metal box.

Inside was a heart.

A heart that was still beating constantly, incomparably fresh.

Even the top doctors would praise its perfect heart.

"Use all your strength and run as fast as you can. A person like you shouldn't die here."

Arima Kisho tore open his chest and stuffed the heart into his chest cavity fiercely.

The original plan was that after he or others sublimated into the prototype of the old king, the heart would be placed into it, so that the last old king, Carthage, who once slaughtered the kings, would wake up from himself to end everything.

In this way, this world would not need much sacrifice.

The last embers of their world could also continue in this world.

Yes.

Arima Kisho never believed in any paradise plan.

He knew everything from beginning to end, because as the strongest "Perfect Human," the remnants of the kings had been paying attention to him, and their whispers had been lingering in his ears.

Leading to the fact that he dared not reveal the matter of obtaining the "Heart of Carthage" to anyone, just silently and firmly pushing the plan.

But this world is too strong.

Really too strong.

Not only strong in the top transcendent beings fighting fiercely on the horizon, but also in the fact that even the lowest level has strong possibilities.

A thousand or eight hundred people combined to perform that kind of magic array-like thing, which could explode with power a hundred or a thousand times the total, and could resist a blow of his maximum output.

It is simply a miraculous system.

If their world had this system, the Evil God disaster would never have erupted.

As a result, what he faced was such a miracle, leading to the fact that he couldn't even let one person complete the sublimation, and could only use himself as a carrier.

In this case, what wakes up in him in the end is just a powerful and incomparable beast of hunger.

Only after satisfying that hunger will the rationality of the last king, Carthage, return.

The number of people sacrificed will be a huge number ten or a hundred times larger.

Vision is blurring, consciousness is constantly sinking, constantly merging into the vast will like the sea, like a deep abyss.

Finally, the moment before his self dissipated, he smiled bitterly and thought of a woman's entrustment.

"Sorry, I'm really a useless man."

283. The figure before blocking the god, Susanoo wearing a Great Buddha!

No matter how complex, sad, and desperate the man named Arima Kisho was in his heart.

In the eyes of the Holy King's knight Hikigaya in the outside world, everything was just in an instant.

The man who tore open his bone-armored chest and placed a heart into it was covered by dense flesh and blood that erupted in an instant, and a vast, desolate, yet hungry and crazy aura gestated within it.

In an instant, countless granulation buds coiled around each other, forming a tumor of flesh more than three meters in diameter, squirming quietly, like a huge beating heart.

Why is everyone uglier than the last?

This sentence appeared in his mind, and he soon shook his head.

The Holy King's knight cannot judge people by their appearance.

(A certain Luo Shu: Holy shit, why is a cool man like Arima Kisho so ugly, sure enough, the old system is poisonous.)

In his spiritual perception, although the other party was in the abyss of despair, he did not give up the light and always had some kind of persistence.

Of course, no reason is an excuse for the other party to kill the innocent.

Therefore, he originally intended to give the other party an all-out battle before executing him.

However...

"With this level of aura, it seems that ordinary attacks cannot handle it."

Looking solemnly at the flesh and blood cocoon that squirmed and beat like a heart, the glorious knight held the cross sword and lowered his body.

Silver brilliance lit up on his body, fluorescence overflowed, dancing in the sky, gradually rising, forming a special effect like air flames.

Invisible fluctuations overflowed, directly attracting the attention of the brothers searching for invaders on the distant high-rise buildings.

An Eagle Eye magecraft was used, and suddenly a scream that was high-pitched and out of tune sounded.

"Holy shit, Noble Phantasm release?!!!"

"Damn it, hurry up and use Eagle Eye, that glorious knight can use a Noble Phantasm!!!"

Yes.

Even if it is only at the phantom level, not even a shadow servant, after being able to withstand the power of the Fourth Rank limit, he also activated the Noble Phantasm "Unbroken Holy Spirit."

Cannot release light cannons, but as a single-target Noble Phantasm, the strength is extremely high.

Even if he uses it at Fourth Rank, it is enough to instantly evaporate the flesh and blood embryo in front of him, and everything remaining will be blown away.

Just as he was about to release the Noble Phantasm...

"I am the Scarlet King!!! (?????!!!)"

On the distant horizon.

The sound of countless men, women, and children overlapping swept over, and quickly spread toward the whole world, announcing the arrival of the god.

The air solidified.

The brothers on the building were all quiet, looking numbly at the scarlet on the horizon.

Again?

Can't you gods take a break?

Creak.

Amidst the crisp metal collision sounds, Hikigaya, who was heavy in his eyes, put away his sword and stood up.

"It seems that this strike can only be left for those things."

He looked solemnly at the blood-red horizon, feeling the majesty of the god rippling layer by layer, threw out a light rope to tie the flesh and blood embryo, and turned into a streamer toward the distance.

He must go to the battlefield over there, but this dangerous thing cannot be left in the city.

He has read quite a few light novels, and many big pits were created this way.

At the same time.

"Really a god? An existence in the mythological realm that has condensed its true name."

Federation.

Feeling the familiar majesty spreading from the horizon, the financial magnates groaned in despair.

King, don't play with us anymore.

Unlike Vermouth's guess, the old king is not a newbie who just achieved godhood, but an existence that has condensed its true name and stepped into the second step.