Chapter 534

Or were they targeted by terrifying predators from outside the opposite world?

No time to think, they casually slapped the God of Storms, the God of Thunder, and other pantheon lords to death.

"Eeeek————!"

As if they had seen a ghost, screaming like little girls in terror.

The gods' eyes were splitting, and with a desperate shout like a dying beast, they burned their divine essence, turning it into the strongest power of a moment's brilliance.

And then…

Turned and ran.

Fight my ass.

If fighting with one's life was useful, what was strength for?

In front of this power that blew up their divine worldview, even if they were the children of destiny, they would have to lie flat on the spot.

At worst, even the Mother of Destiny would be stabbed to death along the network cable.

Only the Father God of the God of Thunder, an ancient god who was half-human and half-dragon, roared with all his might, facing the radiance that was absolutely impossible to defeat.

He knew very well that in front of this majesty, there was no escaping…0

Even their divine essence would be worn away in this torrent of light, falling into complete death, with no possibility of recovery.

Only facing it.

In the long years, other ancient gods learned cunning and steadiness from intelligent species.

But he learned the truly shining and precious qualities of intelligent species.

Ruthlessness.

A race that isn't ruthless cannot stand firm.

So-called conspiracies and so-called wisdom have limits; what truly makes a race long-lasting is how many people dare to fight for their lives.

"Crawling High Heaven, Lorna's Sigh!!!"

His voice was trembling, hoarse; everyone could see his fear, yet he didn't retreat, but faced it.

Under the gaze of the masses of both worlds.

This strongest among the ancient gods burned everything and threw a punch.

Facing the vast torrent of light, he, tiny as an ant, raised his equally tiny fist.

Roaring, shouting, carrying his anger like a mortal, and his desire for life, he threw a punch, becoming a wisp of light, a wisp of ultimate brilliance.

Counter-current torrent.

Weak, but firm.

At this moment, he, who represented the power rules of the world, reached a new level and saw new scenery.

Even if the eight ancient gods of the past joined forces, he wouldn't take them seriously.

But…

The watching gods and demigods, the Earthlings looking from afar through the magnificent world-gate, shook their heads and sighed, watching the brilliant star light launch, the most dangerous and beautiful radiance shining in the sky of the other world, like the divine sword of the Last Judgment.

Even the punch of the King of Ancient Gods, who had ascended to the limit, didn't make it look sideways, just gently crushed over like a surging wave.

The next moment.

Facing the Star Aurora, the ancient god who had lived high in the Heavenly Realm for tens of thousands of years vanished into ashes, dissipating like a dream bubble.

The vast jet destroyed everything about him, even tearing his divine essence to pieces.

The originally thriving world trembled at this moment, as if wailing, actually showing a trace of decay.

"Little god of a foreign land, you did your best."

On the other side of the world-gate, the gorgeous golden-haired King sighed, holding the brilliant holy sword.

"I have witnessed your will."

Earthlings also sighed at this moment.

No matter which world, which group, there are always people who bloom with brilliant light.

But the torrent of light poured into the Heavenly Realm continent group, which had hung high for tens of thousands of years and was the nightmare of hundreds of worlds, without stopping.

Unstoppable.

Unavoidable.

The cluster of divine kingdoms, like stars, were densely packed, and the false gods covering the sky were wiped out.

The sparks splashed from the melting continent churned for tens of thousands of meters, licking away the fleeing divine kingdom lifeforms.

One continent after another disintegrated in the high heavens, turning into broken plates, falling toward the earth with raging fire.

In just an instant, the Heavenly Realm, which had dominated all worlds for tens of thousands of years, fell apart.

Without the slightest pause, the next moment, before the torrent covering heaven and earth arrived, the splashed derivative sparks caught up with the eight gods fleeing to the sky above the ocean.

The brilliant light flames licked the magnificent bodies of the ancient gods, instantly tearing them into countless fragments, falling toward the ocean.

Rumble.

The torrent of light roared past, washing away all remnants.

The vast torrent of light finally reached the end of the world, the void showed cracks, and then, amidst the continuous explosions, it was forcibly drilled open and fiercely poured into it.

The world let out a wail it couldn't bear, blood rain fell from the sky, as if crying.

Earth world.

People looked blankly at the void on the other side of the world-gate shattering, a torrent of light pouring out, rushing into the sky from the long sky, and amidst the collapsing void, it split the atmosphere like bamboo, rushing into the depths of the stars.

More than half of the planet could see it.

That brilliant and gorgeous light shining in space.

Quiet.

Dead silence.

For a long time.

"So I say, don't provoke Saber…"

All over the world.

The strong, the weak, people from other worlds, locals, everyone looked up at the high-energy particles falling from the sky.

The Heavenly Realm remains carried by the airflow to Earth, divine fragments like stars, turning into countless scorching meteors with brilliant tails falling.

Muttering with a blank mind.

Excalibur!!

The strongest Noble Phantasm that first bloomed with brilliance in the sky, even in this era of skyrocketing combat power, had never shown signs of being outdated.

At the pinnacle of the holy sword, the strongest fantasy crystallized from the sea of stars using human prayers as raw material.

The ultimate god-made armament.

The dream itself that transcends all time and space and that all living things have failed to realize.

Countless prefixes, concepts representing the dream itself, demonstrated how awesome this holy sword of stars was.

They had always known it was awesome.

But they didn't know it could be this awesome.

302. Holy crap, could the parallel world be intentionally separated by the big boss?

The whole world, no, both worlds were silent for a long time.

"Pierced through~~"

In the dead-silent Nura Clan mansion.

Nura Rihan sighed faintly after a long time.

Back in the day, if the fourth-rank big bosses who were like background boards didn't come out, he was the top powerhouse of the transcendent rank on the surface.

The day belonged to humans, and the night belonged to him.

Even a long time ago, when the sky curtain first came out, he thought that if it weren't for those conceptual abilities and Noble Phantasms, he might not have faced the Heroic Spirits head-on.

As a result…

A faint sigh, the old monster with the big head was lonely.

Damn it, even his own grandson, Nura Rikuo, who was one-quarter yokai, didn't look down on his inheritance, following the school to learn magecraft, and was a member of the elite class.

Although he was only a C-rank mage, equivalent to a low-level second rank.

But this was a magecraft system!

If the students in that elite class really joined forces to cast a great magecraft, one shot could blow his past self into a fool.