Chapter 67

Merlin smiles faintly, "I've wanted to say lines like this for a long time."

The world is stunned.

Why is this guy so unserious?

The next instant, a roar shocks billions of people.

"Roar roar~!!"

The female reporter's shout seems to have attracted the ghost god's attention; it roars angrily, a single roar piercing through a hundred li of cloud layer, thick, poisonous corpse water dripping from the dark clouds, whipping up a terrifying tornado.

A pair of terrifying giant hands covered in black hair attack, thick shadows covering the sky.

Filled with the stench of decay.

As if crawling out of hell, resentfully wanting to drag all living things in.

Then, amidst the female reporter's screams, the camera shakes violently and unsteadily.

The audience's hearts are also instantly gripped.

Damn.

Is this cute young lady going to be done for?

"Tsk~ looks like I have to bring out my specialty."

Merlin smiles, looking a bit frivolous as he watches this scene.

As he finishes speaking, he raises his hand, and the Shi Zhongjian, with its dim holy radiance, easily flies into his hand.

At this very moment, the graceful silver-haired man smiles like the bright moon, and the holy sword suddenly blooms with incredibly beautiful snow-white radiance, reflecting a beauty that transcends the mortal world.

Of all the world's beauty, Merlin claims the lion's share.

At a glance, he seems to be sitting at the center of the world, beautiful enough to make people's hearts tremble.

"Eh eh eh eh...?!"

After coming to their senses a bit, people scratch their heads in bewilderment.

History doesn't record that Mage Merlin could wield a sword, right?

"Swish!!"

A wisp of snow-white radiance blooms, the sword light spreading like a comet piercing through heaven and earth.

No one can say clearly.

Whether that was a wisp of light, or something else.

But it is filled with holiness, nobility, passion, and a sense of justice...

In the Sea of Clouds, the beautiful Shuten-doji jumps down from her throne in excitement, letting out a surging and heroic laugh: "Come, let me, Shuten-doji, judge the power belonging to you Heroic Spirits, that blooming immortal radiance!"

Ibaraki-doji covers her face.

Why does this person love watching fights so much?

In Hoori Town, the Murasame-maru hums frantically, the green-haired lolita gritting her teeth to suppress the sword's instinctive excitement.

"Stop it, you hear me!!"

She shouts in shame and anger.

Europe, a place of darkness...

In the Night Empire, countless vampires shiver, their hands and feet cold, feeling a chilling fear.

Lord First True Ancestor, you must win...

"Roar roar~!!"

The terrifying roar of the curse resounds through the Pacific, shaking the entire night sky, the ghost god becoming more and more manic, as if wanting to resist this holy intent.

The sky thunders, and the thousand-li haze of dark clouds instantly disperses.

Wisps of beautiful, bright light shine on the ocean, like parting the clouds to see the sun.

The water sparkles, beautiful beyond compare.

The ghost god is somewhat afraid, trying its best, roaring as it meets the torrent of holy light pouring down from above.

"Boom boom...!!"

The seawater is instantly torn into two sections, separated by several kilometers, dividing the river and breaking the flow, just like the "parting of the sea by Moses" recorded in mythology, with walls of water forming on both sides, and a shrill wail can be vaguely heard.

The Shi Zhongjian falls, the holy light piercing the sky, killing the ghost god.

The magnificent corpse collapses, as if about to fall into the sea.

This is a form of pollution...

It can still cause disaster for thousands of years after death.

The silver-haired man raises an eyebrow, somewhat displeased.

He waves his magic wand, and surging magic power rolls up the ghost god's magnificent corpse.

Countless seawater rolls back, as if wanting to submerge everything.

Finally, the ghost god's corpse mixes with the seawater and solidifies, turning into a giant blue rock that drifts into outer space.

Ascending to become the moon.

Looking at the two crescent moons in the sky, the world... is silent.

Crazy,

The whole world is crazy!!

"Oh my god!!"

"Oh my heavens!!"

"Yamete!"

"Shiba!"

Over a billion people look at the sky in horror, as if they have seen a ghost, and then look at the man on the television screen who is still smiling like a spring breeze, unable to stop shivering, their brains blank and sluggish.

Even the office workers who are busy with work and not in the mood to watch the live broadcast notice the sky amidst the screams of countless people around them...

At a glance, they are also stunned, their brains crashing on the spot.

Huh?

What happened?

Is this the end of the world?

Whether it is politicians, hidden yokai and ghost gods, or ordinary people.

At this moment, they all fall into a confused calm, beginning to doubt life.

"You call this a court mage..."

Damn it.

Is Merlin King Arthur, or is Artoria King Arthur?

How come this sword technique feels even more ferocious than King Arthur's?

Over the Pacific, a beautiful sea of pink flowers covers the blood-colored hole.

Under the power of the Flower Mage's magic.

This black cavity phenomenon wails, constantly twisting and shrinking, gradually disappearing.

However, before that, it seems that some "small fry" escaped from the black cavity and fled to all parts of the world... there are evil spirits, demons, psychic treasures, and even a few humans.

Merlin doesn't care, retracting his magic wand.

He stands tall in the sky, looking back at the sweating True Ancestor Kai Zhu Lan Balada, and smiles gently: "Little brother, are we still fighting?"

"Th-that, Mr. Mei, my mom called me home for dinner, I'll be going now."

The First True Ancestor smiles awkwardly.

The ghost god, whose strength was on par with his, was slashed by a single sword, and its corpse was nailed in outer space, becoming something like a pillar of shame for people to admire.

Kai Zhu Lan Balada indicates that he is a War King, not brainless.

Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing is the best!

After realizing that Merlin had no intention of suppressing him, he breathes a sigh of relief, instantly activating his innate atomization, turning into a giant mist dragon, and flying toward the Night Empire in Europe.

In the blink of an eye, he flies into the distance like a meteor and disappears.

This quickly dilutes the solemn atmosphere.

Countless people around the world are amused by his reaction.

This is definitely cowardice!

I didn't expect the True Ancestor, who was so aggressive when he appeared, to be such a coward.

"Mr. Merlin is really amazing..."