Chapter 510

Satomi Rentaro and others who stayed behind also were stunned.

I know the magecraft system is awesome, fighting across ranks is like eating and drinking.

But even if you can rival an ordinary Fourth Rank, you aren't Fourth Rank, isn't blocking the Evil God a bit outrageous?

Half a minute later.

"Second Magic?!!"

Light shone brightly in Mouri Kogoro's eyes.

Yukino smiled faintly, but her hand gripped tightly, and the scarlet pattern flickered silently.

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

Second Magic.

The ultimate secret of the Sky-Curtain Shijo family.

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

But...

Among those many selves, there must be one who can delay the gods 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 shouldn't be very weak, right?"

Kitagawa Marin put her hands on her hips, full of vitality: "The me in the Sky-Curtain world is A-rank sixth, you know."

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

Kazuma grabbed 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, it will be difficult to retreat, and it is highly likely to lie flat on the spot.

But...

"Count me in."

Kazuma reached out directly.

Even if he knew it was death, even if he knew it was impossible to win.

All five Sky-Curtain Masters chose to stay behind and face opponents they couldn't win against, even if it was just to create a little time for New Fuyuki.

Perhaps this is why they were chosen as Masters.

Kirishima Touka's eyes were full of longing.

Since the Sky-Curtain descended, perhaps these former aliens were more eager to become Masters than humans.

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

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

European Emergency Joint Summit.

The conference room was solidified and silent.

Only Mr. Spencer, whose status soared after the last Sky-Curtain, roared while slapping the table, spraying saliva all over the representatives.

But the national representatives who cared about national decency had no expression, smiling: "Before the gods swallow Japan, the above will definitely take action, they are just some black-eyed black-haired Eastern monkeys."

"he... tui. Take your mother!!"

Spencer, who was known as a model of gentlemen with complete quality and demeanor, slapped him, spinning 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 really deserves to die, it serves you right that you are the first to be destroyed in every world war.

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

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

Normally they are black-haired and black-eyed.

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

Or rather, humans were all black-haired and black-eyed before, and blonde and blue-eyed were genetic mutations that came out in the past three thousand years.

Now it seems that the source might be the mapping of the Holy King's traces in the Age of Gods.

Besides, even now, you redheads are 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 cursed.

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 level?"

"Get through your mother's head."

The most extreme foul language, the most hearty enjoyment.

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

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

He also cursed the Polish people for being idiots in his heart.

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, nodded, and waved his hand: "Fork the Polish representative out, let's talk about business next."

He looked around the audience: "Don't talk nonsense. Can we determine it now that the above hasn't taken action? This is a trial, we must hand in a perfect answer sheet. Otherwise, let alone the future, the Sky-Curtain in the sky might leave us."

The representatives' hands twitched.

Sky-Curtain leaving...?

Even imagining this possibility made them feel suffocated.

Everything today is built on the Sky-Curtain, otherwise how could it be close to universal transcendence in just one year?

Once the Sky-Curtain leaves, let alone the luxury of thousands of years, with their little aptitude, they probably won't even live to two hundred years old.

"Any objections?"

Spencer showed cruelty: "Those old nuclear weapon stocks should also be cleared. Contact the Federation. Throw them all as nuclear spears blessed by magecraft arrays, and let those guys who call themselves gods see the majesty of us humans. Finally, be sure to drag them in the Shizuoka City area to ensure the summoning ceremony is held safely."

Holy shit.

You are much more ruthless than us.

The representatives took a cold breath.

At least thousands of nuclear weapons of various equivalents, bombed with magecraft blessing, 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 more efficient Federation waved its hand, and more than twenty B-52 bombers had arrived over the battlefield.

Thirteen B53 nuclear warheads with ten million tons of equivalent began to be dropped tentatively, helping the remaining front-line powerhouses in the present world block the Returning God.

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.

In that terrifying era of jumping on the edge of destruction, a certain big brother even had a plan to detonate a billion-ton nuclear explosion on the seabed of the Federation's West Coast, causing a world-ending tsunami to submerge the Federation continent.

If you say it, Earthlings don't believe it themselves.

Nuclear weapons are actually a single-target weapon with extremely concentrated power.

The lethal range of a hand grenade is three hundred square meters, and 1.6 trillion hand grenades are enough to cover the surface.