Chapter 509

Even guided them to the seaside, using the infinity of the ocean to minimize casualties.

And one of the seven central kings, even the Star of Flesh and Blood who restored a trace of rationality...

"Didn't expect that one day I would stand in front of a god in name with a holy sword."

Reinhard wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, struggled to crawl out of the crater, looking up at the top of the spiral sky pillar made of flesh and blood.

This kind of gap that is more outrageous than a chasm, if it were the past him, he probably wouldn't even have the qualifications to stand.

But now...

Reinhard's whole body slowly bloomed with layers of flowing holy white radiance, even vaguely forming the shadow of wings behind him.

He is a holy spirit.

The apostle of the Lord of Ten Thousand Armies, a warrior who practices order and judgment.

Honestly, for the Lord of Myriad Lights who might be the same position as a certain Luo, he has no impression.

After all, it's too high and too far.

But the duties and ideals bestowed upon him by the holy spirit he truly contacted are undoubtedly consistent with his will.

Let him truly find the anchor point of his humanity, so...

Reinhard's whole body of holy white judgment flames rose, spiraling upward, forming a pillar of fire connecting heaven and earth, facing the sky pillar from afar.

Behind him, the wings made entirely of light rippled and solidified.

"So, I can bear more and stronger power, and awaken to a deeper level!"

Reinhard's eyes burned with materialized holy white gas flames, overflowing from the corners of his eyes, bringing out pieces of fireflies in extreme speed.

Like a sword of judgment, his whole person turned into an extreme light spanning the sky, shooting toward the god master who revived from ancient times.

The more he understood the power of the holy spirit, the more he was shocked by its strength, shocked to the point of fear.

Fear of his own loss of control.

Compared to this vast power bestowed by the holy spirit, he himself was too tiny, tiny enough to not maintain himself at all.

Once out of control, he would become the order destroyer he hated most and the most terrifying in the present world.

But at this moment, facing this returning god who was unimaginably strong, it didn't matter anymore.

The extreme light cannon hard-pushed the flesh sky pillar, pushing it to plow a bottomless abyss on the ground, extending all the way to the seaside.

"The power of the holy spirit?"

The glorious knight coughed up blood, crawled up from the ground, and smiled bitterly: "It's really strong."

Although it was almost the same encounter, becoming the messenger of the same existence with different identities, he seemed much weaker.

"It's an extension of the King's will anyway, I can't tarnish the glory of the Holy King."

The glorious knight stood up, the emotions in his eyes faded rapidly, becoming light, firm, and persistent, as if another will had revived.

That was the merciful knight who followed the King's back in the ancient era, shot down gods, and opened up immortal achievements.

"... Pointless struggle..."

Seaside.

Like the radiance of stars gathering, but it was a humanoid made of flesh and blood that raised its hand indifferently.

A blood-colored star appeared in the sky, rotating slowly, rapidly enlarging, covering the sky and sun, instantly pushing away the stars, filling the sky.

Hand pressed down gently.

The extreme radiance shattered like fireflies, and even completely extinguished at one point.

Just at this moment, a sword light containing mercy, as if the King's sorrow, traversed, dissected one side of the blood-colored star, and saved the fireflies.

"Ants..."

The old king's Star of Flesh and Blood raised his hand again...

The gap is too big!

Kogoro Mouri looked at the crimson battlefield, those extreme magic light rays extinguished one by one, the thousand-armed god statue of the blue battlefield broke nine hundred and ninety of its thousand arms, and even the blue flame armor was broken.

Even the glorious knight draped in the Holy King's glory and the alien sword saint who was nirvana-like as an angel cub were gradually withering.

Even if it was him who was always optimistic and lived in the moment, he felt despair.

In fact, even at this moment, the three old kings had not recovered, and even rationality only returned a trace to the Star of Flesh and Blood.

Far from the peak period.

Is this a god?

A great existence that mortals absolutely cannot cross and cannot touch.

But...

Why do you magnificent life forms want to make things difficult for them, mere mortals.

Feeling the extinguishing of one fresh life after another, Kogoro Mouri's face was painfully twisted, this was a massacre, a massacre of mortals by high-level beings.

He could accept that humans killed their own kind because of love and hate, but could not accept being slaughtered like cattle and sheep because of a will like a natural disaster.

This is an insult.

An insult to all humanity.

But he couldn't do anything.

He, who was not even third-rank, couldn't even cover the retreat, after all, he was too relaxed in the past, leading to the two adults on the scene needing to protect the children.

Even if he wanted to sacrifice himself to block, he didn't have the qualifications.

Pain bit his heart like a poisonous snake, he squeezed his hand until it bled, but he still laughed wildly and weirdly.

"Is this a god?"

"Doesn't feel hard to drag out, there are only seven minutes left."

290. Mortal body, rivaling gods!

"Yes, seven minutes."

Amidst the monster group, Kazuma's heavy phantoms flashing rapidly, all showed an expression like crying and laughing.

But these seven minutes to the end were exchanged by more than four hundred powerhouses who ranked at the pinnacle of a world burning everything and dying one by one.

Now...

There are no four hundred such powerhouses anymore.

Just the blood-enraged monster army almost drowned them, if it weren't for the magic arrays left by tens of thousands of mages, they would have been torn and swallowed in the first time.

Honestly, when sending away the last batch of people, they already felt a huge force of consciousness pulling, surging toward some magnificent consciousness body.

That is God.

Or the old king.

By now, even they could hardly persist, staying is meaningless, and it's time to retreat~.

But...

Looking at the falling light shadows, looking at the returning gods slowly walking toward this side in the sky and sea, Kazuma gripped his dagger tightly, frantically harvesting the lives of monsters.

The strongest have already withered, can New Fuyuki really persist for the remaining few minutes?

Once the old king comes out, even for a few minutes, it will cause casualties of hundreds of millions or even over a billion.

This level of casualties is enough to crush human civilization and lead to the complete collapse of order.

"Personnel have all evacuated, New Fuyuki is also urgently preparing for battle, at least dragging on for two minutes is not a problem."

Yukino responded with a smile while firing light cannons.

On the right shoulder of the fair dress, a patch of crimson blood was gradually spreading.

That was a penetrating wound caused by a monster that was not large in size but had countless eyes that could radiate light all over its body.

"By the way, Mr. Mouri, I have an idea, maybe it can block them for a few minutes."

???

Even Ayanokoji, who was killing monsters outside the magic array with a big sword, couldn't help but look back.

Us?

Block the evil god for a few minutes?

No, Yukino-nee, although you are indeed very strong, maybe the strongest among us, but blocking a god is a bit too outrageous, right?

Half a minute later.

"Second Magic?!!"

Kogoro Mouri's eyes lit up.