Chapter 511

In that terrifying era of teetering 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, triggering a world-ending tsunami to submerge the Federation continent.

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

Nuclear weapons are actually single-target weapons 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 of the earth.

But it's just the yield of a Tsar Bomba.

And the lethal range of the Tsar Bomba is only thirteen kilometers, and the core range is only a few hundred meters, which is as small as dust compared to a planet.

All destructive power is constrained within these few hundred meters, causing absolute destruction.

And at this moment.

Under the blessing of magic.

Humanity's ultimate weapon, the Chaldea of Doomsday, revealed its ferocious fangs for the first time.

In those thirteen ordinary cones, the most extreme chain reaction erupted from the microscopic world.

Atomic nuclei collided, fused, split, and released energy, and the ultimate destructive power was completely erupted to an extreme under the blessing of magic.

But the space magic array blocked its raging vent, constantly compressing all destructive power until it was completely turned into the most violent energy by one thousand percent.

Finally, the narrow entrance was finally opened...

Like the most violent and terrifying thermal nuclear plasma, high-energy particle flow, and neutron flow poured out like a raging wave.

Along the channel formed by the magic array, it formed a scorching sword that pierced the sky, like a flaming sword of an archangel declaring doomsday, piercing down.

"What... what is this?"

Reinhard was covered in wounds, exuding a rotting and twisted aura, looking at the brilliant light radiating like the Milky Way at this moment.

It is the most beautiful and terrifying brilliance, shining in the cold darkness of the god's domain.

Even he was shocked by it.

That kind of energy that is hard to imagine concentrated on one point to vent...

If it were before coming to this world, probably one shot would have killed him completely.

"Nuclear light spear, the blade of doomsday judgment."

The glorious knight held his sword, curled a smile, looking at the blooming light of destruction.

God.

Humans who have obtained the key of enlightenment (magic) are not that powerless.

Nuclear weapons are miracles.

Miracles without an upper limit.

Theoretically, as long as the conditions are sufficient, one can even build nuclear weapons with a yield of 20 billion or 200 trillion tons.

Even the eternal sun in the sky can be said to be an ultimate nuclear weapon that can evaporate trillions of planets after exploding.

At this moment.

The Federation, with unknown lower limits, claimed to have long since destroyed the ten-million-ton nuclear weapons, and sounded the horn of human resistance in front of alien gods.

Thirteen doomsday spears wrapped in nuclear flames were dropped, piercing into the blind and stupid embrace of the gods.

The next moment.

"Ants———!!!"

The indestructible divine body was pierced for the first time.

Radiation and pollution completely different from gods, under the blessing of will, constantly eroded and dissolved the god's body.

The unimaginable pain even made the three gods wake up for a moment, letting out a roar

"It works!!!"

All across the world.

People's spirits were jolted.

Although the wound healed in an instant, the immortality of gods is, after all, not the same concept as that of monsters.

But as long as it could cause an impact, that was enough.

Four minutes to countdown.

"It's our turn!!!"

On the high hill.

Amidst the magic arrays that lit up one after another, covering the entire earth, Yano looked back.

"Been waiting for this."

Ayanokoji revealed a smile.

That human weapons could cause an impact made even him feel pleasant.

"Everyone pay attention, connect to the Great Spirit Veins, and welcome ourselves."

Finally.

Layers of magnificent purple magic arrays unfolded; every person blurred, forming countless overlapping versions of themselves, then gathered at a single point, connecting to various nodes, and erupted to an unimaginably maximum output.

On the earth.

Countless purple bandages shot up, carrying the determination of burning their bridges, entangling every magnificent god, binding them, and fixing them firmly to the earth.

Every Master roared hysterically in their heart.

Magic had changed their destiny.

It rewrote the dull, sorrowful possibilities and granted them the miracle of realizing their ideals.

Therefore, they would never allow it—never allow anyone, not even a god, to destroy it.

Spare nothing, burn everything, to block them!

Nuclear weapons from all over the world finally arrived one after another.

Rays of ultimate brilliance bloomed, like stars descending; light spears that blotted out the sun bombarded wildly, repeatedly blocking the gods from landing.

Nearly eighty percent of the world's stockpile, over four thousand nuclear weapons in the form of nuclear light spears, enhanced by magic, bombarded for nearly a minute and a half.

They forcibly pushed the three gods back seventeen kilometers from the coastline.

That scorching, shining fusion light, rivaling the sun, was like stars twinkling, fully displaying the glory of humanity.

Striking the gods, shining across the ocean, piercing the high heavens, and trampling upon the divine realm untouchable by mortals, it shone brilliantly upon the planet.

Even Rentaro Satomi and the others from another world were shaken, yearning, and captivated by it.

But...

New Fuyuki City.

Yusaku Kudo's joy faded as he recalled a key point.

The gods from the other world were not three, but... the extreme number of forty-nine.

The next moment.

"I am the horizon that roams the void, the King of the Heavenly Dimension."

"All life shall perish, pain shall be eternal; I am the Lord of Pain, Armos."

"Carthage is dead, humans; the era shall return to ignorance..."

"... Welcome your masters..."

The rift was torn open by arm after arm; a shuttle-shaped god covered in countless arms tore through the great rift and descended.

Countless pale arms stretched out from everywhere, as if drowning people were calling for help, descending with an abyssal, suffocating pressure.

Following that, the second, the third, the fourth...

A full seventeen gods either tore open rifts or revived from the offspring of evil gods.

One hundred seconds to countdown.

The Masters... despaired for a moment.

291. Heroic Spirits are the very synonym of miracles!

On the scarred earth, drifting with gorgeous thermonuclear radiation.

Amidst various twisted and absurd light and shadows, seventeen great lifeforms crushed the sky, sitting in all corners of the world, emitting peerless divine might; even the brilliant light of the nuclear weapons dispersed around them, forming rings of stars.

Any one of them was in a state far superior to those three gods, and most had even recovered their intellect; the light of wisdom radiated from those rotating eyeballs.

This was definitely not something that could be handled by the previous methods used against mindless gods.