Chapter 535

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

Thinking he had mastered the sky curtain swordsmanship, he shone brilliantly on the monster battlefield, even cutting off a tentacle the size of a skyscraper from an evil god offspring.

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

Even Inuyasha, who came later and studied magecraft to wash his bloodline, progressed by leaps and bounds, soon surpassing him and establishing great merits on the monster battlefield.

It wouldn't be surprising if, after this ended, the Magecraft Association awarded him the 【Honorary Human】 medal.

And him?

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

Just in Shinjuku, he didn't know how many old friends and newcomers could press him and hammer him.

The strongest curse user who was only a line stronger than him in the past had left him so far behind that he couldn't even see the exhaust.

Old-school big yokai like Gyuki and Tsuchigumo were even more restless, their rebellious bones almost poking the Nantian Gate.

And the so-called rivaling Heroic Spirits…

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

"So, why are Heroic Spirits so powerful?"

To be honest.

Even he, a 100% pure yokai, was a bit tempted.

Yokai have no future; his life as a yokai-side face wasn't easy either.

What if there was some magecraft that could convert into a human?

………

"What is this sword called??"

Europe.

In a small town.

With remains falling from the sky like rain, stars falling like rain, the beautiful golden-haired beauty looked up, her golden eyes watching the afterglow shining over more than half of the planet, and asked 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-ranking blood-sucking species capable of jumping from the Antarctic continent across the hemisphere to Japan.

If Ryomen Sukuna was the King of Curses in Japan, then she was the King of Curses on a world scale.

Cursed spirits, evil spirits, oddities, were just different cultures and different circles calling them by different names.

However, a day ago, she woke up from her slumber, preparing to go to Japan again, and found that the world had changed.

It had changed into something she didn't recognize.

It had changed into something she thought she had slept for a thousand years, not one year.

Beside her.

The guy who saw the radiance that made people yearn for it in reality and couldn't help but cry, wiped his tears.

"Excalibur."

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

"Noble Phantasm? Holy sword?"

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

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

Her power was peerless in the world, her beauty was enough to make anyone sacrifice their life, and the path she walked became a mountain of corpses.

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

She was already tired of life, but wouldn't give up easily.

And if it were a Heroic Spirit, if she died at the hands of such a great and brilliant lifeform, she felt it was acceptable.

The guy glanced at her and said very calmly: "Are you also an awakened old-day transcendent, or someone who just crossed over from another world? There is a complete collection of the Fifth War in the shop over there, a complete explanation of our Type-Moon world settings; you can buy a copy to see; of course, if you really want to understand, perhaps it's better to wait for the sky curtain to open again."

Not long after.

Kiss-Shot took out a smartphone in a daze, looking a bit silly.

……..

Federation.

Dead silence.

Whether it was the six families who hugged the thigh, or the masters of other top financial groups in the past, they all stared blankly at the sky.

For the first time.

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

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

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

For a long time.

The head of the Eisen family lit a cigarette and sighed faintly.

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

Not worthy.

Even if the whole world were added together, it wouldn't be enough for one finger of a Heroic Spirit; why could their great achievements be sublimated into legends, rooted in human history, and then leap into Noble Phantasms?

…….

Tokyo.

Kawasaki Ward.

After a long silence, many people woke up from their daze, amidst the stars and sparks.

"No wonder, no wonder, no wonder…"

Furuta Nimura, one of the two who escaped from Tokyo, seemed frozen, the composure of a conspirator gone, staring blankly at the brilliant light in the sky, repeating stupidly.

Ouma Shu cried and laughed, like a fool.

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

"No wonder you didn'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 treated us like this… no wonder…"

Halfway through, they finally couldn't go on.

The two so-called perfect humans choked, their lips trembling, and finally wailed.

In fact.

Many of them, even if captured, even if the power they traded everything for was ruthlessly crushed.

Were just walking corpses watching coldly.

There would be a time when you would beg us.

When the evil god offspring woke up, they would eventually need their intelligence and power.

The power of the evil god was simply not something a mere mortal world could match.

Especially him, Furuta Nimura.

As one of the most talented people in the world, he saw through many things, knew 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 dog.

Mom.

A cold light burst out, and he was instantly cut into more than 1.3 million pieces.

Even minced meat wasn't this fragmented; he was still shivering now.

Fortunately, he had projected two pieces of meat from himself and Shu in advance, and that silver-haired swordsman was rushing to the battlefield where the evil god offspring was waking up, so he escaped a disaster.

But even so, he didn't think much of this world.

Gods are existences that transcend the mortal world; without touching the divine realm, no matter how many powerhouses there are, they are just improving the taste for the old king.

Unless you also have existences comparable to the old king.

As a result…

Coincidentally, there really were.

Not only were there, but they were pressing and hammering them like a father beating a son.

The golden guy who looked like a big daddy left, and the silver-haired girl who came back was even fiercer.