Chapter 832

Legend has it that if one masters all 103,000 mysteries, one can even transcend the divine realm and become a Demon God who surpasses the gods."

"Above the gods?"

Kitahara Iori stares fixedly at the clay tablet that even has cracks, and swallows his saliva.

No one knows what this concept is better than him, who is both a mage and has experienced the power of a Magical Girl.

The gap between gods and the Fifth Rank is actually more outrageous than the gap between mortals and the Fifth Rank.

It's just because gods all possess immortality that it doesn't seem so exaggerated.

Then what about above the gods?

What kind of incredible, what kind of great existence that transcends imagination is that?

However…

What does this have to do with a small trash like him who is only A+?

Kitahara Iori's shoulders slump, and his eyes regain a trace of clarity.

That level, you know without thinking, even if it's the original body of a Heroic Spirit, not many can reach it.

A small modern loser like him, what qualifications does he have?

The most important thing for a person is to know their place.

A trace of surprise appears in the young man's eyes, then he shrugs and continues: "Of course, this is just one page, containing five mysteries, and the 140 kinds of Age of Gods great magecraft such as 【Sheol Fear】, 【St. George's Sanctuary】, 【Dragon Breath】, 【Laevatain】, etc., refined by later generations, as well as more than 16,000 kinds of modern magecraft."

Well, this pirated Index of Forbidden Magical Books of his can only be completed when he finds the Index world one day.

Looking at the somewhat confused crowd, Luo Shu adds: "The so-called Age of Gods magecraft is magecraft sufficient to kill gods, and it can also play a role in suppressing, sealing, and even eliminating Demon Gods."

Kaji Ryoji, Katsuragi Misato, and others' pupils shrink: "Do you mean that we can also use it?!!!"

The power of Magical Girls is clearly something that social people like them, who are already dark and dirty, cannot obtain.

But magecraft, a power like this, many of them have already come into contact with it.

In other words, they can also come into contact with… the power of gods?!!

"No need for that."

Luo Shu looks at them and smiles, saying meaningfully: "In fact, if the humans of your world are gifted and develop the power of the AT Field far beyond the limits of the Apostles, you can also ascend through idealism and hold the divine throne high."

Hearing this.

The crowd is stunned, then looks at Ikari Shinji in unison.

The weak-spirited boy Ikari Shinji also subconsciously follows his feeling, releases that layer of golden light shield again, and stares at it, touching it with his hand.

Then with a pop, the light shield shatters.

Immediately.

Everyone's face turns dark.

This is not even at the level of the Apostles who can withstand positron cannons; it's a hundred and eight thousand miles away from withstanding nuclear explosions, oh no, from withstanding small-caliber firearms.

And they don't even know how to trigger the AT Field.

Sure enough,

Still have to follow closely in the footsteps of the big boss.

What kind of bullshit AT Field, magecraft is the fragrant future.

The young man smiles slightly: "Then follow me."

Do you think you old foxes will have an advantage in the magecraft system?

What a coincidence.

His magecraft system has just been sublimated by the Ultra universe and the Digital world, the only two super-powered universe systems discovered so far, and the idealistic components have largely increased.

The characteristics of these two universes are that children with rich inner emotions have the advantage…

Not to mention the Digital world, the emotions in children's hearts can help Digimon evolve into Mega levels equivalent to the infancy of gods.

(X-Antibody stimulates potential, and the complete state reached is adulthood, which can generally improve by two or three major levels.)

In the Ultra world, Tiga borrows the light in the hearts of a group of children to become the Shining Form, brutally slaughtering the Evil God Gatanothor.

"Yes, my lord x67."

Kaji Ryoji immediately withdraws his gaze, which seemed to be nailed to the clay tablet in Kitahara Iori's hand, and follows along without looking sideways, like an obedient child.

As if he were not a spy whose integrity was fed to the dogs, but a loyal subordinate of the young man.

Even though the knowledge treasure that the governments behind him repeatedly asked him to explore is in front of him, he doesn't even take a look.

The others are almost the same; whether it is the carefree Katsuragi Misato or the arrogant and cold Akagi Ritsuko and other human elites, they all have "loyalty" written all over their faces, and they follow along submissively without saying a word.

Kitahara Iori even feels a sense of crisis.

Damn, why are you all so competitive.

The next moment.

He glances at the crowd with disdain, bows and scrapes, and gestures: "Please, this way."

Asuka looks at these adults speechlessly: "That's the cleaning area, this side should be the way to the core area of Chaldea, including the Master, and the food and accommodation for the Heroic Spirits, right?"

？？？

Kitahara Iori subconsciously looks at Asuka, who is walking towards the silver metal door on the right on her own, as if he understands something.

"Well, Asuka will be your boss from now on, and also the person in charge of the Chaldea branch."

The young man nods.

Kitahara Iori is stunned for a moment, then quickly recovers, turns around, and follows flatteringly: "Hello, leader, I'm Kitahara Iori, just call me Little Bei."

It's just the Queen, no big deal; Earthlings are more familiar with this than anyone else, and they are very experienced in hugging big thighs.

Kitahara Iori looks at the clay tablet in his hand hesitantly: "Then this…"

"She doesn't need this, you keep it and be responsible for supplying it to the members of Chaldea."

Got it, I'm the general manager of chores.

Kitahara Iori's expression firms up, and he puffs out his chest again, raising his chin and scanning Katsuragi Misato and the others with slanted eyes.

He is one person below, and ten thousand above.

Katsuragi Misato and the others look at each other, as if they understand something.

Got it, even if they all die in the future, they cannot let this girl lose a single hair.

Behind him.

Ikari Shinji stares blankly at the face of his admired big brother Kitahara Iori, who is acting like a petty person who has gained power, as if he heard the sound of his filter shattering.

Kitahara Iori: You don't know anything, can a mere worldly position compare to an official position in Chaldea?

……….

"As a qualified Chaldea investigator, traveling between many worlds, you will face various different customs and cultures, so adaptability and adjustment ability are very important."

The young man leads the people through the core area that Kitahara Iori didn't even have permission to enter before, and continues to go deep along the silver corridor covered with blue patterns.

At this time, the crowd realizes that the inside is much larger than what they saw from the outside; it must be that some kind of space-folding magecraft was used.

Or they simply entered a place similar to a 3.3 subspace.

Kitahara Iori is also amazed and uncertain.

He is sure that the module he bought only built a small part of it, and he doesn't recognize the vast majority of the rest at all…

"Hmm? ！！！"

Suddenly.

Everyone stops in unison.

Walking to this point, a distance of about ten kilometers, the silver corridor is no longer so bright; instead, it is mottled and weathered, and even the blue patterns on some walls have scars.

Like claw marks torn by wild beasts, there are also various traces of burning, freezing, and even blood.

"The bloodstains are very fresh!"

Katsuragi Misato mutters in a low voice.

The others look at each other, and seeing that the young man in front has no intention of speaking, they follow silently.

But combined with what the young man said about adjustment ability, they already have some guesses in their hearts.

Finally.

Kaji Ryoji's pupils shrink as he looks at the blue palm under the corner of the silver corridor.

It is much thinner than an average person's, especially the five fingers which are excessively slender, as if they were the joints of some kind of insect.

And there are green body fluids and unidentified carapace fragments splattered everywhere.

It is clear that a tragic battle had taken place; one side of these fragments clearly experienced struggle and fear, and was finally ruthlessly eliminated.

"Gu, clean it up."