Chapter 527

"What's going on? Didn't they say it was an ordinary world? This fluctuation... ~."

Luo Luo Fande, a peak demigod who was the vanguard's combat powerhouse and only lacked the gathered faith to become a god, subconsciously took a step back.

Even after being layered and weakened by the strata, he had a trembling feeling that made every cell in his body scream.

Even...

Compared to that absolute aura that transcended everything, the gods seemed to have a kind of foam-like illusion.

It would scatter with a gentle blow.

"What the hell is it!!??"

Augustus turned his head stiffly, and the Leviathans seemed like beasts that sensed disaster, groaning uneasily, not daring to move forward.

Silent.

Another fluctuation rippled down; even though it was separated by a long distance and thick earth, it was so clear and so trembling.

There were faintly different auras, but equally magnificent, vast, and terrifying, standing on the distant strata, as if confronting each other.

This is six or seven kilometers of rock layer underground.

The demigods who received the order were numb, their feet seemed to be welded, fixed in place.

The entire army was frozen for a while.

Is the God of Prophecy a fake?

Is this an ordinary world? Is this called no gods?

That's much more awesome than their gods, okay? It's simply not in the same dimension.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Augustus was also a bit dazed.

Fuck.

It's impossible to go back in a gray way without even going to the ground, right? I'm afraid I'll be torn apart by the gods as the person in charge.

But...

They didn't even see the true body of the aura, and just sensing a trace, all the demigods were scared.

No, why do they have a feeling of a little white rabbit falling into a dragon's nest?

"Marshal? Should we strategically retreat first and observe?"

Being weakened layer by layer from so far away and still having a sense of danger that made their hair stand on end, this is not how you court death.

Augustus looked at the demigods who were looking at him quietly, smiled stiffly, and he had a backer anyway, and didn't want to take risks.

So...

"Fine, let's..."

Suddenly!

"I'll count to three. If you don't clear the way within three counts, we Kings will join forces to destroy this planet!!!"

The shrill roar like a desperate beast was transmitted in the

Before it even arrived, the entire world was trembling violently, as if wailing; the boundless majesty of the gods surged across the world, filling every space.

Creak.

In their eyes, filled with shock and horror, the thick tectonic plate above their heads was torn open, exposing a lava cavern so massive it could hold ten thousand football fields to the air.

Airflow surged, frantically filling the vacuum and forming an eighteenth-level gale that folded the skin on everyone's faces into wrinkles.

But they had no mind to care about such things; instead, they stared blankly at the majestic figures standing in the four corners of the sky like pillars supporting the heavens.

Oh, we're done for~~

……….

One hundred seconds ago.

"Damn it, are Flashy and the others about to start a fight?"

All over the world.

Many people looked at the eager, excited expression on Dog Brother's face and wailed in their hearts.

You've got to be kidding.

Half the kings are barely dead, and you're already starting an internal conflict?

However, they looked at the King of Dark Sun, who was prostrating himself and begging for mercy without a shred of integrity, and fell silent.

Fine, it seems it doesn't matter if the gods aren't dead.

For Servants, perhaps only they themselves are worthy of being enemies.

"What do you think? Big Dog's purpose in joining the Holy Grail War was just to have a good fight, but the battle was interrupted repeatedly from the start, and he was even backstabbed to death in the end. He's definitely pissed."

"Hey, come to think of it, Big Dog really does counter Archers. With the concept of 'Protection from Arrows' added, Flashy's Noble Phantasm spam is useless. If they really fought, Flashy..."

"Flashy takes out the Ea and picks his ear: 'What did you say?'"

"No, Flashy backhands with the Supreme Divine Machine, dual-wielding to slash ten thousand mountains and burn ten thousand seas, telling you to run ninety thousand meters first."

"No, Flashy will gradually increase the stakes, and then he might actually get stabbed by Big Dog's Gáe Bolg halfway through."

"Uh, that's actually hard to say. If Big Dog suddenly uses his Noble Phantasm without any integrity, Flashy might actually get hit with that crappy agility of his."

"After all, he's Flashy."

Many people nodded in deep agreement.

With Flashy's personality, it's normal for him to flip his car no matter how he does it.

Theoretically, even with that person providing cheats, the possibility of Yukinoshita Yukino beating Flashy is only one in a billion; the gap is just too large.

But looking at the glimpses of various parallel worlds on the sky screen, it's practically a compilation of Flashy's fancy ways of flipping his car.

The key is that Flashy doesn't care about victory or defeat at all; he only cares about having fun.

Otherwise, if he just put on a few hundred defensive Noble Phantasms, even if someone got close, they'd be blind.

"By the way, where are the Quilt King and Caster?"

Suddenly, someone thought of the two who appeared first.

"Caster is easy to explain; when it comes to suppression, no one beats her, but she doesn't have an offensive Noble Phantasm, so it's probably hard to kill the kings.

But Saber is a Saber-class... damn, did she flip her car?"

People were startled.

It's not that they don't have faith in our King.

It's mainly because the impression of Saber getting the short end of the stick throughout the Fifth War is too deeply ingrained.

Suddenly.

"Now that you've entered my temple, do you still think you can escape?"

A charming, magnetic voice echoed in the sky.

The void cracked.

The five great old kings, looking so miserable it would bring one to tears, tumbled out, ignoring their image entirely as they rolled away like lazy donkeys and fled for their lives.

As soon as they entered that bewitching woman's domain, they couldn't even put up any resistance before they were drowned in all sorts of magic.

The Great Coffin that seals everything, the magnificent rays of light covering the heavens, the grand magical arc blades...

A storm of violence, like a bombardment where heaven and earth had gone berserk.

The moment they activated their authority, they were crushed, torn apart, and then slow-sliced.

A thousand cuts, ten thousand scrapes.

Over and over again.

At that moment, they even began to hate their own immortality as gods.

Fortunately, they finally seized the gap when that first woman who appeared tore through the void to chase down a fellow kin who had intruded, and she was distracted.

They finally escaped that terrifying hellish space.

Seeing the gloomy sky and the dim stars, they almost shed tears.

They were really about to cry.

In such a short time, they had experienced dismemberment, hellish deep-frying, purgatory roasting...

That woman, with a broken, excited smile, had subjected them to all sorts of torture as if they were white mice.

"~Let's join forces, let's kill the others together and rush out of this world. That woman is definitely a terrifying one... uh, who are you... the Lord of the Dark Sun?"

The five great gods hadn't even dried their tears before they roared in heart-wrenching agony.

The next moment, looking at the pitch-black stick-figure prostrating toward the sky, all five faces were filled with question marks.

Who the hell are you?