Chapter 535

Not to mention the juniors of his friends like Inuyasha and Sesshomaru.

Thinking that he understood the Sky Curtain sword technique, he shone in the monster battlefield, and even cut off a tentacle as big as a skyscraper from an Evil God offspring.

A fifth-rank high-level might not be his opponent.

Even Inuyasha, who came later and studied magecraft to wash his bloodline, advanced by leaps and bounds, soon surpassed him, and made great achievements in the monster battlefield.

It's possible that now, after the end, the Magecraft Association will grant him the 【Honorary Human】 medal.

And him?

He doesn't even have the qualifications to go to the monster battlefield.

Just in Shinjuku, I don't know how many old friends and newcomers can press him and hammer him.

The strongest jujutsu sorcerer who was only a line stronger than him in the past has left him so far behind that he can't even see the exhaust.

Old-school big yokai like Gyuki and Tsuchigumo are even more restless, and their rebellious bones are about to poke the Nantian Gate.

And the so-called rivaling Heroic Spirits...

Looking at the aurora that pierced through a world and shone in the universe, even Nura Rihan's current face can't help but blush.

"So, why are Heroic Spirits so powerful."

To be honest.

He, a 100% pure yokai, is a bit tempted.

Yokai have no future, and his life as a yokai-side face is not easy.

What if there is some magecraft that can transform into a human?

"What is this sword called??"

Europe.

In a small town.

With debris falling from the sky and stars falling like rain, the beautiful golden-haired beauty who is almost demonic looks up, her golden pupils looking at the afterglow shining over most of the planet, and asks the person beside her.

Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade.

A powerhouse who was like a background board in the past world.

A terrifying existence known as the King of Oddities.

The highest-level vampire species that can jump from the Antarctic continent across the hemisphere to Neon with its physical body.

If Ryomen Sukuna is the King of Curses of Neon, then she is the King of Curses of the world level.

Cursed spirits, evil spirits, oddities, are just different cultures, different circles, and different names for it.

However, a day ago, waking up from a deep sleep and preparing to go to Neon again, she found that the world had changed.

It changed so much that she didn't recognize it.

It changed so much that she thought she had slept for a thousand years, not one year.

Beside her.

The brother who saw the light that made people yearn for it in reality and couldn't help but shed tears wipes his tears.

"Excalibur."

"The supreme holy sword representing human dreams and the light of the stars, it is also one of the existences at the peak among Noble Phantasms; well, if the twelve restraints can be released, then perhaps there is no 'one of'."

"Noble Phantasm? Holy sword?"

The beauty Kiss-Shot lowers her eyes, lowers her gaze, and her voice goes from admiration and shock, to expectation, to yearning.

"Such power! Such power should be able to let me enter eternal sleep."

Her power is unparalleled in the world, her beauty is enough to make anyone sacrifice their life without hesitation, and the path she walked became a mountain of corpses.

Because of the blood-sucking nature of the vampire species, and other various reasons.

She is already tired of life, but she will not give up easily.

And if it were a Servant, if she died at the hands of such a great and glorious lifeform, she feels it is acceptable.

The brother glances at her and says very calmly: "Are you also an awakened old-day transcendent, or a new other-worlder? There is a complete collection of the Fifth War in that shop, and our Type-Moon world setting is fully explained; you can buy a copy to see; of course, if you really want to understand, perhaps it is better to wait for the Sky Curtain to restart."

Not long after.

Kiss-Shot takes out a smartphone in a daze, a bit stupid.

Federation.

Dead silence.

Whether it is the six families who hugged the thighs, or the masters of other past top financial groups, they all look at the sky blankly.

For the first time.

For the first time, a Servant showed power that surpassed everything in reality.

Thinking back, their past judgments were simply ridiculously stupid; mere frogs in a well actually tried to judge the strength of such lifeforms.

There were even some stupid thoughts that couldn't be said and had to be buried in the heart forever.

For a long time.

The Eisen family head lights a cigarette and sighs faintly.

"So, how on earth did we humans hatch such lifeforms?"

Not worthy.

Adding the whole world together, it's not enough for a Servant to fight with one finger; why can the great cause be sublimated into a legend, rooted in human history, and jump into a Noble Phantasm?

Tokyo.

Kawasaki Ward.

After a long silence, many people wake up from the daze, amidst the stars and fire.

"No wonder, no wonder, no wonder..."

Furuta Nimura, one of the only two who escaped from Tokyo, seems to be frozen, his composure as a conspirator gone, looking blankly at the brilliant light in the sky, repeating stupidly.

Ouma Shu cries and laughs, like a fool.

"No wonder, no wonder you have such confidence."

"No wonder you don't take the Evil God offspring, or even the Evil God, seriously at all."

"No wonder your world has so many powerhouses, no wonder you treat us like this... no wonder..."

Halfway through, they finally can't go on.

The two so-called perfect people choke, their lips tremble, and they finally howl and cry.

In fact.

Many of them, even if captured, even if the power they exchanged for everything was ruthlessly defeated.

But they were just walking corpses watching coldly.

There will be a time when you beg us.

When the Evil God offspring wakes up, they will eventually need their intelligence and power.

The power of the Evil God is simply not something a mere mortal world can match.

Especially him, Furuta Nimura.

As one of the most talented people in the world, he saw through many things, until the secret of the Old King, and even pushed Arima Kisho.

He was also the first to prepare to run, but was taught a lesson by that poker-faced silver-haired big dog.

Mom.

A ray of cold light exploded, and he was instantly cut into more than 13 million pieces.

Even meat foam isn't this broken; now he is still a bit shivering.

Fortunately, he projected two pieces of himself and Shu in advance, and that silver-haired swordsman was rushing to the battlefield where the Evil God offspring woke up, so he escaped a disaster.

But even so, he doesn't look favorably on this world.

God is an existence that transcends the mortal world; without touching the divine domain, no matter how many powerhouses there are, they are just for the Old King to improve his taste.

Unless you also have an existence comparable to the Old King.

As a result...

Coincidentally, there really is one.

Not only is there one, but it's also pressing and hammering like a father beating a son.

The golden guy who looked like a big daddy finally left, and the silver girl who came back is even more ruthless.