Chapter 530

"Are they trying to go to our world?"

The stunned demigods' expressions changed drastically.

Damn it, if these terrifying existences went to their world, would they even dare to go back?

Even if the entire pantheon were tied together, they probably wouldn't be enough for one hand of these five.

A difference of one character between true and false, a difference as vast as heaven and earth.

Yes.

At this moment, they didn't hesitate to add the word "false" to those gods.

The facts were just too damn clear.

Kols's teeth were chattering, but he still tried to say firmly: "Don't panic, it's not a big problem; the world-gate has barriers reinforced by multiple ancient gods.

In the past, I wondered why the descriptions of ancient gods were so exaggerated, as if they weren't on the same level as the new gods today.

Now it seems, the ancient gods were the true gods; perhaps faith wasn't meant to be used that way at all.

So don't worry, it's not a prob… F*ck!!"

Amidst a sound like shattering glass, layers of barriers were torn apart like paper, and the magnificent divine might even forcibly expanded the world-gate a thousand times over.

Kols screamed and turned to run.

Ten.

Even a hell-level world wouldn't be this terrifying, right?

And they were being chased by even more terrifying existences, and fleeing to their own world at that.

The sky full of demigods scattered in a panic.

But just as they were halfway through running, those five magnificent lifeforms had already dived in, their giant heads constantly expanding.

At close range, the surviving demigods began to distort and mutate uncontrollably.

At the last moment before their consciousness dissipated, the sound of infinite resentment echoed in the cavern.

"God of Prophecy, f*ck your mother!"

………..

An invasion full of confidence vanished like bubbles in the blink of an eye.

"They… were originally planning to invade our world?"

Watching the five gods enter the world-gate together, Kitagawa Marin hesitated and said.

Others: "Uh… Amen, may they check the almanac better in their next life."

That's why I say.

Don't go around killing and fighting for no reason; love peace.

For example, we plan to bring peace to your world.

A group of guys who feared nothing but world peace rubbed their hands together.

With this, there were now two connected worlds, representing richer resources; the people at the top would eat meat, and they could at least drink some leftovers.

Anyway, they came with all sorts of military gear and murderous intent, so they definitely weren't here for an outing.

Others were planning to invade, and maybe even kill everyone or enslave them, so they should have the awareness of being paid back in kind, right?

"Speaking of which, those people felt very strong, quite a few at the fourth or fifth rank; at a glance, there were at least hundreds of thousands of them, and they just died like that…"

Conan, who had also come to take refuge, had a solemn gaze.

If it weren't for the fact that the opponent wasn't using a magecraft system, this army—which might just be the vanguard—could have flattened the Earth.

One cannot underestimate other worlds.

"They didn't have any good intentions."

Hiratsuka Shizuka, who misunderstood his "saintly" sickness, slapped the little brat on the head, and just as she was about to say something else, her eyes lit up.

Hiss, this smooth texture.

The next moment.

Not knowing her own strength, she couldn't help but knock him again.

Hiss~~

Conan felt his brain was about to be shaken out, and just as he prepared to flee…

"Still want to run now? Don't you think it's a bit late!"

A clear, cold voice echoed.

Many people were stunned.

On the broken earth, the cold, golden-haired girl raised her ultimate holy sword, her azure eyes burning with anger.

Unforgivable.

To actually use the authority of illusion to tear open her scars, in that desperate twilight on the Hill of Camlann, over and over again…

"Holy crap, it couldn't be…"

At this moment, countless people's pupils constricted, and they held their breath.

"Exc…"

Holy, brilliant fluorescent light spots rose from the furious King, forming a gorgeous golden stream of light that pierced the clouds, dyeing the world under the night sky into a brilliant gold.

"…alibur!!!"

Finally.

The brilliant light radiated like a galaxy, as if a magnificent Star God were venting their rage.

Like the most beautiful and terrifying ultimate light in the universe, shining in the eternal, dark, and cold deep space of the universe.

300. Demon God Cries: Survived, finally survived!

Just from the refraction of that aurora, the monsters—still numerous and scattered across the broken earth—encountered the most terrifying thing.

Howling and fleeing in terror, their bodies melted like ice and snow, eventually leaving behind huge white bones, dotting the scorched earth with specks of snow-white.

Even the radiation left behind by the dozen or so true gods melted away irresistibly like spring snow at this moment.

Forming wisps of black energy, revealing faces of mourning, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Even many people looked down blankly and saw the black energy constantly pouring out from their own bodies.

It was as if a film had been peeled away before their eyes, so clear.

Their bodies felt a long-lost lightness, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Clearly, even with magecraft protection, they had suffered deep-level pollution from facing the evil god, and until this moment, they were irresistibly purified in the radiance of the ultimate holy sword.

The world fell silent at this moment, and countless people looked up at the Star Aurora shining among the stars rising from the horizon~.

Emitting holy radiance, purifying heaven and earth, destroying evil, carrying the glory of humanity, rising from the earth, piercing into the sky, breaking through that huge world-gate—which had been expanded by the five gods to stand like a pillar of heaven—and pouring fiercely into it.

Faintly visible on the other side of the world-gate, the faces of the gods who thought they had escaped, their smiles frozen…

……..

One minute ago.

On the other side of the world-gate.

The world of swords and magecraft.

"Why hasn't Rofande sent a signal yet?"

The novice God of Hunting frowned.

With the strength of the vanguard, it was just a low-level world; one minute was enough to occupy or even destroy a major country in another world.

And once the situation on the other side was confirmed, they needed to report it immediately.

As the true rulers of the world, only after they finished eating the meat would the leftovers be for the demigods.

Perhaps there would be one or two lucky ones who would become one of them?

"Maybe they are spreading their faith?"

The God of Beigu, who guarded the other side of the world-gate and whose divine body was seven or eight stories tall, smiled: "Maybe the other world is too rich, and they've gotten wild? After all, we and the demigods are ultimately on the same level, just having more immense power through faith; these young people…"

He shook his head and smiled.

In the long years of the past, there was no shortage of such clever little ghosts.

But so what if they spread faith a step ahead? When they, the true gods, arrived, mortals would naturally know who was worth believing in.

No matter which world, fawning over the strong is human nature.

The God of Hunting didn't speak.

If it were just that, it wouldn't matter.