Chapter 739

【"Ah..."】

【The bewildered girl wanted to say something, but a bubbling sound emerged from her throat; a slender sword mark spread from her neck, and her beautiful, exquisite head separated in mid-air.】

【But before it could land, more and finer sword marks spread across her head and limbs; while still in mid-air, her beautiful, slender body was sliced by the magic sword into more than six million broken pieces of flesh.】

【It was not the end.】

【Having swung over forty-seven thousand swords in an instant, the voice of the Servant named Lancelot, calm yet containing terrifying killing intent, rang out.】

【"Binding Chains All Broken..."】

【"... Overloaded Arondight!!"】

【Light!】

【On every cut surface of every tiny piece of flesh.】

【That bloodthirsty, tyrannical, and domineering ultimate black-red light, which seemed similar to the radiance of the holy sword but was absolutely different, lit up.】

【Gradually becoming scorching, gradually expanding...】

【A red-black hemisphere with a diameter of over three kilometers rose from above the troposphere, its perfect arc reflecting heaven and earth like a mirror.】

【Then it gradually flickered, faster and faster, more and more violently.】

【Finally, two streams of ultimate condensed destructive divine might surged up, unfolding from both sides of the red-black hemisphere, tearing through the stratosphere and then folding back down, forming vertical black wings that blotted out the sky and sun, cutting through the giant root cluster as if cutting through butter, shattering all the evil tree roots within a range of tens of thousands of meters.】

【Amidst the falling wooden debris, that ultimate light of destruction was finally fully released, piercing into the firmament like a straight, magnificent deep-red spear, penetrating the atmosphere and burning out beyond the sky.】

【Tens of thousands of meters of sky were suddenly cleared, and even the air was completely destroyed.】

【Obviously.】

【The knight had never forgotten how the Servant named Abigail had previously recovered amidst destruction and returned from death.】

【The moment he struck, it was to exterminate her completely.】

【But...】

【"I-tai (so painful), I-tai-yo (so painful)..."】

【Even though it was an absolute vacuum with nothing in it, the sobbing, crying voice of the young girl echoed between heaven and earth.】

【Even Lancelot's state of mind couldn't help but tremble.】

【His Noble Phantasm might not be as holy and pure as the King's radiance that purified everything, but it was itself the Unfading Holy Sword representing the concept of the moonlight on the lake.】

【Added to the sword technique he had painstakingly honed with his own sword mastery, that sword could have killed even a true conceptual incarnation of a god.】

【Even after a thousand or ten thousand years, even if the same god were born again, it would not be the same god.】

【This kind of immortality...】

……..

"How could such a thing happen!!!"

The powerhouses of the Heavens were also stunned.

This time they saw clearly: at that moment, Abigail, from body to soul, every single bit of her was absolutely and thoroughly erased; not even half a quark existed.

And in every corner of this world, there was absolutely no altar or trace of her remaining.

It wasn't even just physical; it even blurred their impression of her in their minds for an instant.

And yet, she just spawned back from the void, completely unharmed, like a wild monster respawning?

By comparison, what is immortality after decapitation, immortality after being shredded, rebirth from a drop of blood, or dispersing into gas and gathering into form? They're all nothing.

"How the hell do you fight this?"

The powerhouses groaned.

The next moment.

……….

【"So painful, so painful, but it's useless. As long as Abi doesn't think she's dead, she will absolutely never die, you know."】

【"Immortality that transcends gods?"】

【Watching the pale girl who descended from the void almost the next instant, Lancelot muttered, looking sideways.】

【"But I am by no means alone..."】

【From the moment Lancelot rushed out until now, it had only been 0.1 seconds.】

【Below tens of thousands of meters of sky.】

【The radiance of the King of Pale Silver's holy sword finally accumulated to its limit, the brilliant golden sword light piercing into the firmament like a heavenly blade.】

【Beneath the wildly dancing golden hair were a pair of indifferent, azure eyes.】

【"... calibur!!!"】

【The brilliant light radiated like a galaxy, as if a magnificent star god were unleashing His raging waves.】

……

"Not good!"

The demon world was as huge as the world.

Rias's expression changed drastically, and she rapidly mobilized the magical power she had cultivated over the past year to cover her whole body, her heart filled with clear, bright thoughts.

Last time, this holy sword radiance illuminated all worlds; although she survived, ninety-nine percent of the ten parts of power in her body evaporated.

She cried for three days, almost draining all her moisture.

Reacting extremely quickly.

"Not good, it's that lord!!"

The remaining demons in the Hell Demon World had their expressions change drastically, crying and wailing as they fled for their lives, some drilling into dog holes, some burying themselves alive.

They scattered in a panic, reacting extremely quickly.

Facing such peerless divine might, like a natural enemy, the devils, who feared power but did not cherish virtue, could not harbor any hatred, only deep awe.

……..

At the same time.

Konosuba World (the otherworld Kazuma was supposed to travel to).

The empty Demon King's castle.

"No way, again?"

The Demon King, who had only a little bit of his invincible magical power left, looked expressionlessly at the ultimate light in the universe on the canopy, which was the most beautiful and terrifying, and made a crying expression.

Very well.

The last bit couldn't be saved either.

………

The Heavens.

Countless people watched the ultimate light of the stars light up; under the reflection of this radiance, the world of early morning seemed to return to the dark night once again.

Only the unprecedented brilliant light remained, shining, making the stars lose their color and heaven and earth sigh.

The world lost its color at this moment.

People saw fire, the fire of hope burning in the hearts of every sentient being, either raging or weak.

People saw dreams.

They saw the unfinished dreams that filled their hearts, which they had always been obsessed with but could never touch.

They saw all these dreams turn into scorching light, like the cry of the stars transcending time and space, rising from the hearts of every living being and converging into a torrent.

Hanging high in the sky, crossing the firmament.

Ten thousand miles of air boiled, the void caved in and shattered.

Just by gazing at that light, even separated by the canopy, all truly evil existences had flames burning from their hearts into reality, turning into raging torches.

Even like an infection, even those evil ones who were not watching the canopy would be ignited if they looked at these torches.

This is the Sword of World Purification.

"Is this... the true divine might of the holy sword you all spoke of?"

In the various worlds of the Heavens.

Regardless of strength, whether gods or mortals, the newcomers muttered blankly.

They saw the sun.

Billions of radiance, infinite brilliance.

The sea became golden, the morning sun on the horizon was like blood, and ten thousand miles of clouds had been cleared away, replaced by a torrent.

A torrent of light!

Boiling the atmosphere, burning the sea.