Chapter 858

A real tearing airflow turned into a straight cutting knife and slashed out, instantly piercing through nearly a thousand meters of void, attacking the group of people who were stealthily retreating.

Holy crap!!!

Iori Kitahara felt the licking of death, goosebumps rose, and he rolled forward in advance to fall down.

When he looked back, his scalp went numb.

A thousand meters of void was cut into a vacuum, and the few Chaldea new members who ran slowly, as well as thirty-plus peripheral members, were wiped out, as if erased by an eraser.

God, first rank.

He complained, crawling and rolling toward the crowd.

Unless he uses Magical Girl transformation, he definitely can't beat it, okay.

Is this the gold content of Brother Luo Shu's true inheritance?

"Don't worry, although I can't do the resurrection of the human sum level, because that is equivalent to the spirit of recreating the three elements of a universe, resurrecting tens of millions of mortals is simple, which means..."

He glanced at Ryoji Kaji, who appeared as if refreshing from the void, looking confused, and finally smiled ferociously.

"You can each die a million times!!!"

Gankoomon rushed into the crowd like a tree falling and monkeys scattering, no longer using large-scale attacks.

But pushing, grabbing, locking, poking, slashing, cutting, swinging, rushing, piercing...

Like flowing water, like white space, every killing move was elegant and fatal; with the stretching of the body, it was like the ultimate killing machine, swallowing one fresh life after another.

Every bit of force didn't even exceed the limit of ordinary people, but the aura was like a tide rising and falling, everything around him, clothing fragments, bone fragments, meat dregs, blood... all danced with him.

This didn't even look like slaughter, but like a dance, an elegant, vigorous, and extremely fatal dance.

The strong will that ran through every detail of his body made the circle of terrifying oppression constantly expand, like a sun, illuminating the world, gradually covering the entire space.

"Is this that person's inheritance? Law of Killing?"

The fleeing crowd was dumbfounded, their legs trembling!.,

463. Luo Shu: That's illegal, young lady, at least wait until you're sixteen?

Dusk fell, the setting sun like blood.

Just like the numb hearts of everyone present at this moment.

Finally.

"That's all for today... ~"

The steel-like man noticed the golden-red setting sun projecting through the glass window and, with slight regret, slowly withdrew his arm from the chest of a thin man who was vomiting blood crazily.

Although the middle-layer space of Chaldea is only about a hundred thousand square kilometers, equivalent to a medium-sized country or a province of a certain great Eastern power.

But that sunlight, that sun, is also a real existence.

In fact, if you could float infinitely toward the sun, you could truly enter the stars of the outer solar system.

Finally over?

At this moment, only a few limited people remained with a trace of instinct, namely Kaji Ryoji and Kitahara Iori, who was gradually reviving from death.

Kaji Ryoji had experienced the hell where the evil of human nature was completely unleashed, while Kitahara Iori had a higher level of magecraft cultivation and also had the banter of the livestream audience.

But at this moment, the number of people in the livestream had already fallen below the three hundred million mark.

It was just too damn bloody and violent; it really wasn't suitable for children to watch.

"Oh, still conscious?"

BanchouLeomon picked up his cloak, scanned Kaji Ryoji and Kitahara Iori with approval, and finally landed on the thin man at his feet: "It seems I underestimated you. You've died nearly three hundred times, right? To think you still maintained your self?"

Even though blood was spraying wildly as if it were worthless, his strength drained, and his pupils dilated, he still threw a broken bone toward his ankle.

This is just an inconspicuous passerby in the EVA story, with only a few seconds of screen time in the whole series, one of the many cold numbers of victims who fired at the Angels in desperate situations.

But in this real world.

He is from a small Middle Eastern country. One day, half a century ago, a certain ethnic group took a scripture thousands of years old and ran to their land to establish a country.

From then on, hell descended.

In the face of inhumane tragedy, hell, and absolute desperation, naturally only people like him were left who could still pick up a gun.

For others, joining Chaldea might be a great opportunity.

But for him, it was the only chance to save his country and his people.

As for the others who could slowly recover consciousness, there were only a dozen or so, and excluding those favored by fate, there were fewer than ten.

Every single one of them had their own beliefs, their own ideals, and their own persistence, allowing them to wake up from this hell they didn't want to recall at all.

"It's three hundred and forty-one times!"

A bald, muscular man's legs were trembling, but he still stood up firmly.

"I'm at three hundred and fourteen."

Kaji Ryoji's face was pale, and fear and despair still lingered in his eyes.

"Then why am I at five hundred times!!!"

The focus in Kitahara Iori's eyes gradually returned, and upon hearing this, he let out a wail of unwillingness.

He was really being targeted, wasn't he?

Five hundred times.

A full five hundred times.

Is this Lord Gu sure he doesn't have some kind of sadism?

He even felt that the other party had secretly used magecraft to enhance their perception; this pain was definitely three times stronger than when he fought monsters.

"It's ten times the pain!"

As if guessing their thoughts, BanchouLeomon said indifferently: "Next, tomorrow will be twenty times, the day after thirty times, and so on. When you can withstand a hundred times the pain, you will have passed."

Seeing everyone was numb, he explained thoughtfully: "Actually, the past Chaldea training was to let you feel the despair of losing your loved ones and losing everything at once, to hone an indestructible soul from true despair.

However, the aftereffects were too great, and it wasn't very humane, so it was changed to pain honing."

Hearing this.

Even Kitahara Iori felt a chill all over.

For people like them.

No matter how terrifying the physical pain is, even if it hurts to the point of wanting to die, even if it exceeds the limits of human endurance, it is far inferior to the despair of losing family, losing love, losing ideals, and losing everything.

Whether it is the evil of humanity or that Heroic Spirit Yukinoshita, who can say they didn't lose everything and have nothing, only then so firmly embracing their ideals?

The local Chaldea members were also scared pale.

BanchouLeomon then slowly said: "I believe you have also felt the joy of breaking through your limits time and time again. In fact, in my spiritual vision, your soul's radiance has strengthened at least three times.

Although it's a bit worse than expected, after a planet's time, you should be able to enter actual combat training."

Hearing this.

The crowd, who were slowly crawling up, were stunned. After trying slightly, pale blue dazzling radiance lit up on their hands or their whole bodies, and they all showed joy.

In their feeling, their own magic power had improved by leaps and bounds.

It went directly from just awakening to skipping E-rank and improving to D-rank; basic magecraft could already be used at will.

And the physique that had been raised to the second rank after making a vow with a Heroic Spirit had also improved significantly. If they used reinforcement magecraft, reaching the upper second rank, or B-rank, would not be a problem.

Just one afternoon!!

"Still the same words, the tasks of the Investigation Division are far more arduous than you imagine, whether it is the reconstruction of heaven and earth by man (re-establishing order from the collapse of order), the combing of dragons and snakes by the earth (repairing broken worlds), or the moving of stars and setting of constellations by heaven (rewriting world rules)...

Following heaven and accepting fate, continuing human reason, severing causality, extinguishing human desires... the premise of all this is that you must be alive.

Survival is your first priority as novices, and strength is the premise for you to save the world and continue human reason."

BanchouLeomon's tone was weary, revealing a trace of sadness as he turned and left.

Making everyone feel his past, perhaps there were such comrades of his who left because of this, leaving only sorrow.

"It seems Lord Gu also had a sad past~~"

Kaji Ryoji said with a bitter face, moving his limbs that wouldn't listen and kept trembling.

"Are you sure we aren't the Misery Comparison Division?"

The bald man shook his trembling legs and stood up, revealing a smile uglier than crying.

Ten times the pain, whoever uses it knows.

The impact brought by this thing is not one-to-one, but exponential, not to mention the immersive experience of death and despair?

Your consciousness knows that you will be resurrected after death, but your soul and body don't; that moment of death is so real.

When they reached double-digit deaths, their souls and bodies had already developed an instinct to run away at the sight of BanchouLeomon's hem.

Well, after this session, their biggest gain might not be willpower and magic power, but overcoming the instinct of life.