Chapter 892

What determines their upper limit is 【Spirit】.

Energy is the least important.

But theory is theory. Perhaps the Age of Gods is indeed like this, but for their poor modern mages.

Will determines the upper limit, which is correct.

But energy (ether) determines whether they can reach the upper limit.

Although the Earth is recovering, natural energy can keep up with their cultivation speed, and there are resources such as other-world magic beast meat and magic crystals to supplement.

But there are nearly ten billion mages globally, even babies born a hundred days ago are now being taken by their parents to adapt to absorbing energy, to win at the starting line.....

Now the breakthrough speed is not slowing down, who knows if Earth-kun can withstand the squeezing of ten billion locusts in the future?

Now a treasure that can open the door to the negative energy sea has appeared.

As long as you open the negative energy sea of the Earth universe, with the scale of their world, let alone ten billion, one hundred billion, one quadrillion mages, it's just drizzle.

Directly return to the Age of Gods, damn it.

What's wrong with negative energy?

For their mages, no matter what corpse energy, evil energy, or earth energy, it's all ether (energy).

At this moment, no one cared about other Apostles, all eyes were focused on that darkness, and green eyes were like hungry wolves.

Constantly urging Iori Kitahara to transform quickly, blow up the Power Angel with one sword, catch the Night Angel alive with three punches and two kicks, be gentle, don't hurt their treasure.

Just then.

Iori Kitahara smiled confidently, fully able to understand the wolf-like excitement of digging hundreds of millions of cash from the wall of a corrupt official's house bought at a judicial auction.

"Don't worry, the Night Angel is not generally powerful, it won't be much worse than the Power Angel, Director Asuka hasn't awakened yet, and it's highly likely that she can't do anything about it."

Just kidding.

Would a person like him who doesn't leave empty-handed let the Night Angel go?

After just noticing the essence of that black ocean, he found that he had always had a dream in his heart, to become the most excellent Pokémon trainer.

Yes.

A trainer who will not change the Night Angel in this life.

From today on, the Night Angel is surnamed Kitahara, alive it is his dog, dead it is his dead dog.

Thinking of the scene of taking the Night Angel back to the main world, all humanity would have to kneel to him, Iori Kitahara almost couldn't hold on.

Imagining it, it felt as comfortable as eating Xuanmai.

Not to mention having the Night Angel, he only needs to constantly hone his will and improve his understanding of the world to soar all the way.

Becoming a god in the future is not a dream.

"Also, Princess Asuka doesn't look like you guys who opened a cheat, she is still a proper Eva pilot, won't go berserk, won't god-ify, and won't transform into a Pretty Cure......."

The viewers thought of the resolute figure of the Shinji Demon God Godzilla in that world line with an outrageous AT Field, fighting the Wisdom Demon God Kyrieloid.

It doesn't seem so proper either.

Can a proper pilot call out a Demon God?

But that was fourteen years later, and there was a one in forty million chance, it should........

Suddenly.

Behind Iori Kitahara, the pitch-black lake that was as calm as a mirror suddenly sank, then roared and expanded, rising from behind Iori Kitahara in the sky.

Roared and exploded.

Exposing the Night Angel's huge body, like a giant black billiard ball, it soared into the sky, directly tore the sea of clouds, and then smashed the mountain peak with a bang, embedded in the mountains.

Looking at this Night Angel that was clearly a few circles larger, Iori Kitahara said tremblingly: "Wouldn't..."

"Crack."

A gap cracked from the sphere, and strands of blood mist overflowed as if leaking.

"No......."4.1

This crack was like a signal.

The crack continued to expand, and blood, no, blood springs soared like they didn't cost money.

A blood-stained armored arm poked open the sphere, grabbed the edge of the sphere, and the ferocious scarlet blood poured out like a fountain, rushing into the sky like a blood-colored blade.

Followed by the second one.

Two armored hands as big as trucks grabbed the edge of the crack and tore it hard.

The surging sea of blood roared out like an angry wave, washing the mountains and dyeing them into a blood color.

Finally.

The two halves of the sphere suddenly separated, and Unit-02's machine body, which was like a jumping flame, walked out, and Asuka's somewhat puzzled voice came out: "Supervisor Kitahara, haven't you finished the battle yet?"

The demise of the Night Angel directly caused the pitch-black ocean covering tens of thousands of acres of land to shrink rapidly.

"No no no————!!!"

The fact in front of him made Iori Kitahara kneel on the ground with a plop, painfully covering his face.

Damn.

His dream of being the richest man, his dream of becoming a god and showing off in front of people on Earth........

The Night Angel's mental invasion did not defeat Asuka, but instead made Asuka more determined, no matter what, she would never let go.

But pain will not disappear, it will only transfer......

Live broadcast room.

Billions of people were already wailing.

Crying heartbrokenly, as if their own father had died.

Painful to the point of being unable to breathe.

Nighty, their little Nighty.

Such a cute ball.

You woman look so good, but have such a cruel heart...

"Ahhhhhh———!!!!"

Iori Kitahara let out a heart-piercing wail, frantically extracting the energy of the Sea of Dirac, striving to earn a little more before it completely disappeared.

No way.

Used to being poor, I dare not waste a single point..

478. Susanoo Martial God stands on the earth, Demon God descends!

"Nighty, Night-zha, how can I live without you."

"Nighty, stand up, you can do it!!!"

Cried.

All cried.

Inside and outside the screen, billions of viewers were filled with sorrow, tears streaming down their faces, hoarse and exhausted, trying to cheer for the Night Angel who had turned into two halves, had its core squeezed, and exploded into a sea of blood.

Praying for a miracle to happen.

But obviously, everything was futile.

The hope of the global energy-rich era went crack... and it's gone~~~

Immediately, all emotions turned into burning anger.

"Finish him!!

"Hurry up and finish him, streamer, I don't want to see the ugly face of the Power Angel anymore."

"Just damn call the Power Angel, right? Streamer, blow him up, four million US dollars have been rewarded, I know you silver coins have secretly exchanged for hidden cards, finish him."

A rich brother also had red eyes.

So what if he is a rich brother?

Rich brothers also have to be prepared for danger in times of peace.

Now there are more than 8 billion people on Earth, at least more than 3 billion have stepped into the second rank, truly stepping into the threshold of transcendence.

Just looking at more than 8 billion people feels like nothing.

But more than 3 billion transcendents is an outrageous and heaven-defying number.

You know, the native world of the former Guardian Sword Saint Reinhard, the Kingdom of Lugnica, had a population of over 20 million.

It counts as a superpower in any ancient world.

But how many transcendents (second rank) are there?