Chapter 510

Satomi Rentaro and others who stayed behind to break the rear were also stunned.

I know the magic system is awesome, and fighting across levels is like eating and drinking.

But even if you can rival an ordinary Third Third Tier 4, you are not Third Third Tier 4, isn't blocking an Evil God a bit too outrageous?

Half a minute later.

"Second Magic?!!"

Mouri Kogoro's eyes lit up suddenly.

Yukino smiled faintly, but her hand gripped tightly, and the scarlet patterns flashed silently.

"Not that exaggerated, just borrowing the power of myself at this world point in a parallel world, deploying a great magic, and trying to block those so-called gods for a few minutes."

Second Magic.

The ultimate secret of the Chaldea Shinomiya family.

She naturally couldn't do this level, even using the local great ley lines, plus the magic arrays left by thousands of mages, she could at most borrow the power of a parallel world.

But...

Among those many selves, there is always one who can delay the god for a while, right?

"Count me in."

Ayanokoji put away his sword and retreated, his eyes flickering, with a determined momentum: "I think, the me in a parallel world won't be very weak, right?"

Kitagawa Marin put her hands on her hips, full of vitality: "The me in the Chaldea world is the A-rank sixth!"

"Ah ah ah, so annoying, Kazuma-sama doesn't want to die at all."

Kazuma scratched his hair frantically.

Even if borrowing the power of countless selves in parallel worlds, unless this time point becomes a heroic spirit, simple quantitative change cannot cause a decisive influence.

At that time, retreating will be difficult, and it is highly likely to lie down on the spot.

But...

"Count me in."

Kazuma reached out directly.

Even knowing it is death, knowing it is impossible to win.

All five Chaldea Masters chose to stay and face an opponent they couldn't win against, even if it was just to create a little time for Shin-Fuyuki.

Perhaps this is why they were chosen as Masters.

Kirishima Touka's eyes were full of longing.

Since the arrival of Chaldea, perhaps these former aliens are more eager to become Masters than humans.

"What time is it, still hiding and tucking?!!!"

"Even if the Evil God can't be beaten, do you know what failure means? It means we are worthless waste."

European Emergency Joint Summit.

The spacious conference room was frozen and silent.

Only Mr. Spencer, whose status skyrocketed after the last Chaldea, was roaring while slapping the table, spraying saliva all over the representatives sitting there.

But the representatives of various countries who cared about national decency had no expression, smiling: "Before the gods swallow Japan, the above will definitely make a move, just some black-eyed black-haired Eastern monkeys."

"he... tui. make a move your mother!!"

Spencer, known as the model of gentlemen, with complete quality and demeanor, slapped the Polish representative three times, and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the Polish representative's face, cursing without quality.

"You bitch-raised bitch who should be stuffed back into your bitch mother's belly, I should have shot you on the wall in the first place. You don't want your life, I still want mine."

Even constantly punching and kicking, venting anger.

Other representatives looked at their noses and hearts.

Not to mention Spencer's prestige now, this Polish person who has no self-knowledge is really damned, it deserves that you are the first to be destroyed in every world war.

You first look at the Holy King, look at what the ancient Romans and ancient Uruk people look like?

King Gilgamesh is blonde and red-eyed because of power.

Normally they are all black-haired and black-eyed.

Because black hair and black eyes were the symbol of the most noble bloodline in the European land hundreds of years ago.

Or rather, humans used to be black-haired and black-eyed, and blonde and blue-eyed were genetic mutations that came out in these three thousand years.

Now it seems, maybe the source is the mapping of the Holy King's traces in the Confidential Confidential Age of gods.

Besides, even now, your red hair is the symbol of the most humble and dirty.

"Okay, okay, Spencer, business is important."

The Swedish representative came out to mediate.

"Business your mother's bitch."

Spencer turned back and scolded.

What is more important than maintaining the honor of the Holy King?

The Swedish representative's smile stiffened: "Isn't it you who said to take out the trump card and get through this?"

"Get through your mother's head."

The most extreme foul language, the most hearty enjoyment.

"Whoever still has this kind of stupid pride in their heart, can't see the facts, tell me early, either quit the alliance yourself, or I will send you on the road myself."

After hitting, Spencer took a white handkerchief from his assistant to wipe the blood on his fists, scanning the audience with cold eyes, making the representatives shrink their heads.

In his heart, he also scolded the Polish for being stupid.

I am fighting for who is the orthodox successor of the Holy King, you...

The French representative thought for a while and raised his hand: "I propose to exclude Poland from the alliance."

"Agree."

"Agree."

Instantly, all representatives nodded together, and it was passed unanimously.

Poland: Then what about me?

Spencer was finally satisfied, waved his hand: "Fork the Polish representative out, let's talk about business next."

He looked around the audience: "Don't talk nonsense. Now that the above hasn't made a move, can it be determined? This is a trial, we must hand in a perfect answer sheet. Otherwise, let alone the future, maybe even the Chaldea in the sky will leave us."

The representatives' hands twitched.

Chaldea leaving...?

Even imagining this possibility made them feel suffocated.

Everything today is built on Chaldea, otherwise how could it be close to national extraordinary in just one year?

Once Chaldea leaves, let alone the millennium they hope for, with their little aptitude, they might not even live for two hundred years.

"Any objections?"

Spencer showed a ruthless look: "Those old nuclear weapon stocks should also be cleared. Contact the Federation. Throw them all as nuclear light spears blessed by magic arrays, and let those guys who call themselves gods see the glory of our humans. Finally, be sure to drag them in the Shizuoka City area to ensure the safety of the summoning ritual."

Holy shit.

You are much more ruthless than us.

The representatives took a deep breath.

At least thousands of nuclear weapons of varying yields, bombed with magic blessings, can there be a living person left in Shizuoka City?

Forget it.

It doesn't matter, everything is a necessary sacrifice.

Countdown six minutes.

The Federation, which is much more efficient, has waved its hand, and more than twenty B-52 bombers have arrived over the battlefield.

Thirteen B53 nuclear warheads with a yield of ten million tons began to be tentatively dropped, helping the remaining powerhouses of the present world to block the returning gods.

It is the embodiment of humanity's most extreme destructive desire.

From the moment it was born, humanity possessed the power of self-destruction for the first time. ===== CHAPTER 511 =====

The far more efficient Federation had already waved its hand, and over twenty B-52 bombers had reached the skies above the battlefield.

Thirteen 10-megaton B53 nuclear warheads began a trial deployment, helping the remaining frontline powerhouses of the current world block the returning gods.

It is the ultimate manifestation of humanity's desire for destruction.

From the moment it was born, humanity possessed the power of self-destruction for the first time.