Chapter 536

Too fierce.

A sword rose, the radiance was like an ocean, and one shot directly wiped out the five gods and the old king of the mythological era.

Crushing over like crushing an ant, easily crushing over, without caring, as if the objective river of time continued to cross the firmament, tearing apart the foundation of a world, completely defeating a world, returning to the present world, and rushing into the universe.

Such existences were not just one.

Listening to their tone, it wasn't even just those few.

Damn it.

If they had such magnificent existences behind them, they would also be crazy, they would also have confidence.

They would dare to look up and look at gods with their nostrils when talking to evil gods.

So…

"What on earth is that."

Furuta Nimura looked at the afterglow that hadn't dissipated outside the sky for a long time, touching his heart.

Even a conspirator like him, an evil person like him, yearned for that vastness and beauty.

That is a dream.

All unfulfilled dreams.

In that radiance, as long as one has persistence in their heart, they will inevitably be dazzled, yearn for it, and…

"Excalibur!"

A gentle voice sounded.

"Exca…libur?"

Furuta Nimura muttered.

Before, he had indeed vaguely heard the girl shouting this word.

"Not bad, it's the liberation phrase, and also the name of the Noble Phantasm, a holy sword forged from human dreams and the radiance of the stars. The bigger the human dream, the more magnificent its radiance."

"Representing human dreams? No wonder it's so powerful and beyond understanding." Furuta Nimura finally understood that what he saw wasn't an illusion.

The voice smiled: "It's just the simplest liberation; if a few restraints are released and the true posture is displayed, perhaps even the vast existences at the end of the mythological realm can be shot down."

End of the mythological realm?

This wasn't the strongest posture?

Furuta Nimura couldn't even stand steadily.

The most preliminary liberation crushed the five gods like crushing ants, so how brilliant and magnificent would the true radiance be?

Wait.

His chaotic thinking, scared silly by the holy sword, suddenly cleared.

"Who are you?"

Furuta Nimura, like a frightened rabbit, grabbed Ouma Shu, who hadn't recovered and looked like a big-headed doll, jumped into the air, and turned and retreated in the air, violating the laws of physics.

Only then did he see the person speaking.

Greater than twenty-something.

A quite handsome young man, wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, with relaxed features, walking over simply.

As if an ordinary young man in the city, Luo Shu waved his hand lazily.

"Just a curious passerby."

As the mastermind behind the scenes who presented a wonderful work, he just wanted to ask a bystander who wasn't much affected for their thoughts.

Furuta Nimura carried Ouma Shu, his expression uncertain.

Passerby?

Even ghosts wouldn't believe it; I think you are the pursuer of those people, right?

………

"So, what on earth is a Heroic Spirit…"

FBI base.

In the white and spacious hall.

Beside the 【Perfect Human】 wearing a straitjacket, magic handcuffs, inserted with a limiter, and injected with transcendent suppression agents.

Kudo Yusaku picked up a cup of coffee tremblingly, muttering to himself.

"Isn't it said to be an ultimate lifeform sublimated from a certain period of human history? We achieved Heroic Spirits, and Heroic Spirits protect us."

Vermouth was still in the appearance of a hot lady, touching up her makeup after a long-lost relaxation.

The captives half-embedded in the alloy floor, wailing and crying, quieted down, pricking up their ears and concentrating.

Kudo Yusaku shook his head with a bitter smile: "I just find it hard to imagine that we can achieve Heroic Spirits."

He thought so too before.

But when a Heroic Spirit truly appeared in reality, blooming with majesty that surpassed everything, and pinched two dozen gods to death like ants with a wave of their hand…

He hesitated.

Are humans this awesome?

Their existence, their continuation, their singing caused the Heroic Spirit's great achievements to be sublimated into such a level of Noble Phantasm.

Yes.

Excalibur is a god-made armament, awesome in itself.

But what about other Heroic Spirits' conceptual Noble Phantasms?

They didn't exist before they died; they were the sublimation of legends.

Among them, there were A++ or even EX-level Noble Phantasms that could rival Excalibur, right?

Just thinking about it, they were definitely not inferior to the Star Light and Dream Torrent before them.

Did they condense this level of concept?

Are they worthy?

Even if all of humanity were tied together, it wouldn't be enough for one finger of a truly recovered god, right?

Vermouth had always been open-minded, and while wiping her lipstick, she said indifferently: "If we aren't enough, then there are other parallel worlds, infinite worlds, infinite us, countless legends stacked and strengthened, that should be enough, right?"

？？？

She said it casually, and the surrounding staff quieted down.

"Are you talking about parallel… worlds?"

Kudo Yusaku subconsciously connected to the big shots of the Federation's highest decision-making meeting.

Hmm.

Now he was also a member of the highest decision-makers.

In the future where Heroic Spirits showed their power and stunned the whole world, his status might even be higher.

"Yes, I think it's possible that parallel worlds were separated by the big bosses above; this way, although the individual world is weak, the people are the same, and the strengthening of the concept should be the same."

Federation.

The big shots stopped arguing.

Hiss~~ Who is this woman, actually… actually thought of this key point.

Uh, actually it's not hard to think of, but before, no one knew Heroic Spirits were this awesome.

Many big shots analyzed rapidly.

"Sacrifice the strength of the individual world, bring infinite quantity, use infinite legends, let the Heroic Spirit's great achievements and legends be infinitely strengthened, and finally sublimate into absolute quality."

Hiss.

No wonder the gods were like they had seen a ghost.

The scale of the gods' power, that was truly enough to annihilate celestial bodies if they joined forces.

And representing a certain concept of a world, why was it crushed in strength by the concept born later like a Heroic Spirit?

Because the humans of one world might only have a history of tens of thousands of years, but what about infinite worlds?

"Looking at it this way, the true bodies of those sitting high in the Throne of Heroes, transcending space and time, might not be inferior to gods in terms of power scale."

The big shots' hearts were trembling.

As if seeing those great lifeforms standing up one by one from the Throne of Heroes, picking up long spears and joining some transcendent battlefield to fight.

It was clear that the Throne of Heroes was a supreme arsenal…

The question is, who is the enemy?

Who is worthy?