Chapter 741

【"Ah..."】

【The dazed girl wanted to say something, but a bubble 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 hit the ground, more and finer sword marks spread across her head and limbs. Still in mid-air, her beautiful, slender body was divided by the magic sword into more than six million broken pieces of flesh.】

【It wasn't over.】

【Having swung more than 47,000 swords in an instant, the Servant named Lancelot's calm voice, which contained terrifying killing intent, sounded.】

【"For Someone's Glory..."】

【"... Arondight Overload!!"】

【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 holy sword's radiance 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 torrents of ultimate condensed destructive divine might surged up, unfolding from both sides of the red-black hemisphere. After tearing through the stratosphere, they folded back down, forming vertical black wings that covered the sky and sun, cutting through the giant root clusters as if cutting through butter, completely shattering the evil tree roots in a range of tens of thousands of meters.】

【Amidst the falling wooden debris, that ultimate destructive light was completely released, piercing into the firmament like a straight, magnificent crimson 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 recovered from destruction and returned from death.】

【Once he made a move, it was to exterminate her completely.】

【But...】

【"Itai (It hurts), itai yo (It hurts)..."】

【Even though it was an absolute vacuum with nothing, the young girl's choked sobbing echoed between heaven and earth.】

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

【His Noble Phantasm might not be as good as the King's holy radiance that purifies everything, but it was also the Arondight that represented the concept of moonlight on the lake.】

【Coupled with the swordsmanship he had painstakingly honed to the limit, that sword could have killed even a true conceptual incarnation of a god.】

【Even if the same god were born again thousands or ten thousand years later, it would no longer be the same god.】

【This kind of immortality...】

"How could this happen!!!"

The powerhouses of all realms were also stunned.

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

And in all parts 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 a moment.

As a result, she just respawned from the void, completely unharmed, like a wild monster refreshing?

By comparison, not dying from decapitation, not dying from being dismembered, regenerating from a drop of blood, turning into gas when scattered, and taking shape when gathered—all of that is nothing.

"How the hell do you fight this?"

The powerhouses almost groaned.

The next moment.

【"It hurts, it hurts, but it's useless. As long as Abi doesn't think she's dead, she will absolutely never die."】

【"Immortality that transcends gods?"】

【Looking at the pale girl who descended from the void almost the next moment, Lancelot muttered and looked sideways.】

【"But I am not alone..."】

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

【Tens of thousands of meters below the sky.】

【The radiance of the pale-silver King's holy sword finally accumulated to the limit, and the brilliant golden sword light pierced into the firmament like a heavenly blade.】

【Under the dancing golden hair, there was a pair of indifferent sky-blue eyes.】

【"... calibur!!!"】

【The brilliant radiance radiated like a galaxy, as if a magnificent star god was venting his angry waves.】

"Not good!"

Demon and High-Breast World.

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

Last time, this holy sword radiance reflected all realms; although she survived, 99.9% of the 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 Underworld had their expressions change drastically, crying for their fathers and mothers as they fled for their lives, crawling into dog holes, burying themselves alive.

They scattered extremely quickly.

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

At the same time.

Konosuba World (the other world 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 invincible magical energy left, looked expressionlessly at the ultimate light in the sky, which was the most beautiful and terrifying in the universe, and made a face like he was about to cry.

Very good.

The last bit is gone too.

All Realms.

Countless people watched the ultimate light of the stars light up, and the world of early morning, under the reflection of this radiance, seemed to have returned to the pitch-black night.

Only the unprecedented glorious 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, whether raging or weak.

People saw dreams.

They saw the unfulfilled 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 heart of every living being, 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 staring at that light, even across the sky curtain, all truly evil existences had fire burning from their hearts into reality, turning into raging flames and becoming torches.

Even like an infection, even if they didn't watch the sky curtain, the evil ones who looked at these torches would also be ignited.

This is the Sword of World Purification.

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

Various worlds of all realms.

Regardless of strength, whether god or mortal, the newbies muttered dully.

They saw the sun.

Billions of radiance, infinite glory.

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

A torrent of light!

Boiling the atmosphere, burning the sea.