Chapter 837

"Is oolong tea judged by color?"

Everyone was shocked, blurting out the complaint.

Unknowingly, the atmosphere of panic dissipated completely.

Luo Shu smiled slightly.

This is why he chose Kitahara Iori.

Comedic protagonists, even if it's a daily-life mindset, are often extremely strong, can drive the atmosphere, and are indeed very suitable for traveling through worlds to save humanity.

He wasn't fear-mongering.

Currently, in the five-digit worlds he had searched, over 80% of the worlds' humanity faced extinction or world-ending crises.

For example, the Honkai world next door, the Digimon world further away, and the Ultraman world even further away.

Also including the ghost-revival world he mentioned, the horror-story weirdness world, etc.

Even including the EVA world, it's the same; damn it, there's no problem, there's just a bunch of bastards making problems.

One is a coincidence, two is a coincidence, so many might just be some heavens-wide doomsday era.

In this situation.

Although he, Luo, didn't consider himself a good person, why not open a new channel to earn Divine Authority Jade while saving the world?

Uh... anyway, it's these protagonist beasts exploding to save the world, it doesn't need him to do it himself~~~

The young man smiled lightly: "As a qualified member of the Chaldea Salvation Army, the most fundamental thing is the mindset and the determination to sacrifice for humanity."

"And as a mage..."

A trace of indifference appeared on his handsome face: "... that's just a bunch of monsters."

"Researching all phenomena, pursuing the ultimate (Root)."

"So-called mages are inherently such an existence."

"Research, analyze, master, reproduce..."

"As long as you go far enough in the field of magecraft, peeling away that seemingly terrifying surface, so-called horror stories are just materials for your magic workshop."

"Horror story rules? World extension? Isn't that better? Perfect five-star magic ritual garment material... do you really think there are only seventeen horror stories in that world?"

Cold.

Calm.

Yet it revealed that indifference of viewing all living beings as experimental subjects.

At this moment, in the eyes of Kitahara Iori and even the billions of viewers in the live broadcast room.

This young man at this moment looked like a mage, a pursuer of ultimate truth.

The seemingly quirky, woman-obsessed, ordinary young man posture was just... a disguise?

Uh...

In short, what was before them had always been a Crown Mage standing at the pinnacle of the magecraft field, overlooking time, rare throughout history.

"Exactly, who do you think is standing in front of you? That is the ancient Holy King, the King of Kings who traverses time, the Lord of Salvation for billions, Brother Luo Shu."

"Wait, was Brother Luo Shu looking at the lens just now? Hiss, Brother Luo Shu wouldn't be talking to us, right?"

"Only just realized? A few stinky beggars from out of town, where are they worth Brother Luo Shu wasting his breath?"

"Not necessarily, not necessarily, big shots like Brother Luo Shu have the world in their hearts, and humanity in the heavens is one family."

"Uh, although but... I am also a mage, but I don't feel at all that I could survive under the hands of that kind of underworld stuff."

"+1, shamefully, I was so scared just now that my legs went soft."

"Don't talk about it, I'm going to change my pants first."

Although they also knew that Brother Luo Shu was encouraging them and also reminding them.

After all, every time before and after the Sky Curtain in the past was a world-ending crisis, they only dared to sit on half a butt, too insecure, so they studied magecraft desperately to improve themselves.

And this time, the world-ending crisis didn't come?

It made them crazy with joy.

Wiping away bitter tears, they immediately let loose and were indeed quite slack.

Thinking of this, they were also a bit ashamed.

With their opportunities and treatment, they could make all the heavens jealous, and yet they didn't cherish it?

The human elites on the scene were the same.

The magecraft system was clearly more powerful and incredible than they imagined, perhaps placed among many worlds, it was also the most superior existence.

Moreover, this was originally their world's danger, the disaster their world's humanity needed to face.

That Chaldea could absorb them and even help them was already a huge favor.

As a result...

Shamefully, they, these people who called themselves human elites, had indeed retreated in their hearts just now.

Thinking that anyway, they hadn't officially joined yet, so it would be better to go back.

Thinking that anyway, there was support from Chaldea and the existence of magical girls, and it didn't make any difference whether they were there or not.

No need to join Chaldea and go save other worlds.

Although they were all called human, they couldn't even be counted as aliens, right?

For a group of outsiders, facing that kind of terrifying existence that could drag people down even across cut space?

But now...

"Chaldea Salvation Army Twelfth Division, compared to the Execution Division that directly faces disasters, the Investigation Division that enters alien worlds to scout without knowing anything is even more dangerous."

"You saw those earlier..."

The young man's eyes, deep as lakes, seemed to shine with cold silver light: "As the Commander-in-Chief of the 40 million Salvation Army of Chaldea, the person in charge of the Pan-Heavens Human Reason Observatory, and as the Director, I can tell you very responsibly."

"The doomsday era of many worlds has arrived; no matter what world it is, it will and must face some kind of terrible horror."

"Either a conceptual plague, or the revival of gods, or dimensional invasion, or cosmic heat death..."

"As members of the Investigation Division, the dangers you face also exceed your understanding."

"Despair, powerlessness, abyss..."

Behind the young man.

The emblem representing Chaldea, a half-moon eye surrounded by olive branches, gradually enlarged, full of a silent oppression, as if covering the sky and sun, pressing toward everyone.

"You are not Masters of the Execution Division who can summon Heroic Spirits, nor are you magical girls who possess the power of gods."

"You cannot reach the sky in one step, cannot directly face it, and crush all darkness with absolute power."

"You of the Investigation Division are just mortals; all you can rely on is wisdom and determination, and the magic power you have just awakened..."

"From the establishment of the original universe Chaldea to the present, the standard time scale exceeds 40,000 years, and the personnel sacrificed by the Salvation Army is equal to the sum of all other divisions."

"In fact, enemies and monsters that are certain, like the horror-story world, are easy to deal with."

"For many disasters, you even have to make a choice between some people and more people."

"Of course, often before that, you are killed as invaders by the people who want to save the world."

Finally.

The young man, with a cold smile, said slowly: "What do you think Chaldea is? A place for children to play house? Or a place to gain power and satisfy selfish desires?"

Gulp.

Inside and outside the screen, many people swallowed their saliva, their expressions shaken.

In the young man's words, under the transcendent essence, it even made people seem to see a deep darkness.

Boundless, formless, no matter, no form, just a trend.

It is coming, and it must come, as if symbolizing the end of humanity itself.

The stronger humanity is, the stronger it is.

Humanity now has endless worlds, becoming an overlord that will inevitably be born as a concept, so it is also vast and powerful to the point of being unstoppable.

And in this despair under such absolute power, a ray of light was born.

That is the existence named Chaldea, like a light illuminating the darkness, extending from the initial most primitive universe like a spider web, spreading, driving away the darkness, and lighting up world after world.

That which is most radiant, most dazzling and longed for.

Must be those ancient heroes, possessing supreme power, existences named Heroic Spirits, followed by their Masters.

And the so-called investigators are just like rats quietly digging holes, entering world after world, as if a drop of water merging into it, quietly scouting the dangers hidden under the water surface of this world.

Until the intelligence is sent back, allowing the headquarters to make a judgment.

Those glorious, shining heroes would then descend, and amidst flowers and cheers and longing, clear away the disaster and save the world.

And they have no flowers, no cheers, no applause, just like a group of rats hiding in the darkness.