Chapter 534

Or did the terrifying predators outside the opposite world target them?

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

"Eeeek————!"

As if seeing a ghost, screaming like a little girl in fear.

The gods are splitting their eyes, a desperate shout like a dying beast, burning their divine essence to the end, turning it into the strongest power of momentary brilliance.

Then...

Turn around and run.

Fight my ass.

If fighting for your life is useful, what do you need strength for?

In the face of this power that blew up their divine worldview, even if they are the children of destiny, they have to lie down on the spot.

It's possible that even the Mother of Destiny would be stabbed to death along the network cable.

Only the Father God of the Lord of Thunder, the half-man, half-dragon ancient god, roars with all his might, facing the brilliance that is absolutely impossible to defeat.

He knows very well that in the face of such majesty, he can't escape.. 0

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

Only face 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 is not 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 is trembling, hoarse; everyone can see his fear, yet he does not retreat, but faces it.

Under the gaze of the masses of both worlds.

This strongest among the ancient gods burns everything and throws a punch.

Facing the vast torrent of light, he, as small as an ant, raises his equally small fist.

Roaring, shouting, with his anger like a mortal, and his longing for life, he throws a punch, becoming a wisp of light, a wisp of ultimate brilliance.

Counter-current torrent.

Weak, yet firm.

At this moment, he, who represents the power rules of the world, reaches a new level and sees new scenery.

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

But...

The gods and demigods watching, the earthlings looking from afar through the magnificent gate, shake their heads and sigh, watching the brilliant starlight launch, the most dangerous and beautiful brilliance shining in the sky of the other world, like the divine sword of doomsday judgment.

Even the punch of the King of Ancient Gods, sublimated to the extreme, did not make it look sideways, just gently crushed over like a surging wave.

The next moment.

Facing the aurora of the stars, the ancient god who had resided high in the Heavenly Realm for ten thousand years vanishes, dissipating like a dream bubble.

The vast jet destroys everything of his, and even the essence of the god is torn to pieces.

The originally thriving world trembles at this moment, as if weeping, and even a trace of decay appears.

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

On the other side of the gate, the gorgeous golden-haired king sighs while holding the glorious holy sword.

"I have witnessed your will."

Earthlings also sigh at this moment.

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

But the torrent of light pours into the continent group called the Heavenly Realm, which has been the nightmare of hundreds of worlds for tens of thousands of years, without stopping.

Unstoppable.

Inescapable.

The divine kingdoms like stars are wiped out, and the dense false gods and demigods are all wiped out.

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

Continent after continent disintegrates in the high sky, turning into broken plates, burning with raging fire and falling toward the earth.

In just an instant, the Heavenly Realm that dominated the worlds for tens of thousands of years falls apart.

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

The brilliant light flame licks the magnificent body of the ancient god, tearing it into countless fragments in an instant, falling toward the ocean.

Rumble.

The torrent of light roars past, washing away all the remnants.

The vast light flow finally reaches the end of the world, the void presents cracks, and then the continuous sound of explosions, livingly drilled open, fiercely piercing into it.

The world emits a moan that it cannot bear, blood rain falls from the sky, as if weeping.

Earth world.

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

Most of the planet can see it.

That glorious and brilliant light shining in space.

Quiet.

Dead silence.

For a long time.

"That's why I say don't provoke Saber..."

All over the world.

The strong, the weak, the former other-worlders, the locals, everyone looks up at the high-energy particles falling from the sky into the atmosphere.

The Heavenly Realm wreckage carried by the airflow to the Earth, the god fragments fall like countless scorching meteors with brilliant tails, like stars.

Muttering with a blank heart.

Excalibur!!

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

At the peak of the holy sword, the strongest fantasy crystallized in the inner sea of the stars with human prayers as raw materials.

The ultimate god-made armament.

The dream itself that transcends all time and space and cannot be realized by all living things.

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

They have always known it is awesome.

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

302. Holy s***, could it be that the parallel world was deliberately separated by the big shots?

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

"It pierced through~~"

In the dead-silent Nura Clan mansion.

Nura Rihan sighs faintly after a long time.

Thinking back then, if the fourth-rank big shots 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 Servant head-on.

As a result...

A faint sigh, the big-headed old monster is lonely.

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

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

But this is a magecraft system!

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