Chapter 898

The next moment.

In everyone's field of vision, a pitch-black thin line lay across the center of the nearly hundred light walls that seemed to spread out for a thousand meters and were stacked together.

Chii——!

The upper parts of the nearly hundred golden light walls, which shouldn't have been material existences, slowly slid off, turning into starlike golden light dust and dissipating before they even hit the ground.

Silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the great sword that looked like a skyscraper, feeling a deep chill.

That was the Angel of Might's AT Field.

Nearly a hundred layers.

Slashed in one go?

"Is... is this the so-called incarnation of destruction?"

The viewers in the live stream felt their scalps go numb.

An attack of this intensity couldn't even be withstood by veteran near-gods.

"Damn, no wonder the Federation invited the Annihilation Mystic Eye to join time and again, even willing to entrust the authority of a Navy Admiral."

"I wonder who is stronger, this or Sage Jiraiya's True Several Thousand Hands?"

"Bullshit, of course it's the True Several Thousand Hands. The wooden figure atop the King Buddha of the True Several Thousand Hands is about as big as the Susanoo Martial God, and not to mention the size, just that face alone would make the Martial God have to kneel to speak."

"........"

On the scene.

The Angel of Might slowly lowered its head to look at its chest; a thin line spread from its abdomen all the way to its chest.

With a creak, the scarlet core was completely revealed.

The complex outer shell split into two and fell with a crash, shaking the earth.

That slash from the Susanoo Martial God not only cut through its nearly hundred layers of AT Fields but even sliced open its outer shell.

A little bit further, just that little bit, and it would have been gone on the spot.

No.

To be precise, the opponent was doing it on purpose.

Because he knew that the purple enemy it had swallowed was inside the core, right?

"Spit it out."

Kitahara Iori, who had removed the outer shell of the Angel of Might with one sword, said calmly from within the crystal at the Martial God's brow.

"AAAA—"

The Angel of Might curled its ribbons, aimed them at its own core, and growled threateningly.

"I said..."

Kitahara Iori backhanded a sword upward; the Martial God followed suit, slashing through the air, and an invisible sword aura swept past.

Instantly, blood sprayed like a waterfall, and a thousand-meter-long ribbon slammed into several mountain ranges, twisting in pain like a living creature.

"... Spit it out!!!"

Without even blinking, he repeated it again.

"aaa..."

The Angel of Might now clutched the severed end, opened its mouth, and let out a sound that seemed like a baby crying.

"I said..."

Kitahara Iori sighed, shook his head, and looked at the Angel of Might: "Since you're going to die anyway, why bother me to torture you? I'm very tired too, you know."

The next moment.

The flaming sword in the Susanoo Martial God's hand softened as if it had lost its bones, flowing and stretching into a long whip.

"This move is the Soul-Losing Magecraft, so this is called the Soul-Losing Whip."

Kitahara Iori explained, then lashed the Angel of Might with the whip.

"A———!"

This whip struck the Angel of Might directly in the face; the faceplate shattered instantly, and its mung-bean-sized eyes were scorched pale, turbid and broken, like cracked glass.

What was even more terrifying was that this attack wasn't aimed at the physical body, but the soul.

That kind of pain was beyond the realm of its cognition.

Immediately.

The Apostle, which should have had no blood or tears, clutched its face with its crimson ribbons and ribbon-arms, letting out a piercing scream and rolling on the ground in pain.

To be honest.

Without looking at the screen, just this hysterical crying of a baby was truly unbearable.

But...

"Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out (x1000)... Spit it out!!!"

Kitahara Iori was expressionless, like a white master whipping farm tools in a cotton field; the whip was swung so fast it became a blur.

Each lash brought out charred flesh, withered pus, and starlike debris.

Probably the soul residue of the Apostle.

It didn't matter.

When he got tired of the whip, he switched to the spear form, stabbing it one spear-thrust at a time; in the end, he even turned the Susanoo weapon into a three-section staff, pounding it like sticky rice cake.

By the end, the Angel of Might had become a mass of wriggling mosaic; even super-speed regeneration couldn't save it, because its soul had also been hammered into the same shape.

The ground was covered in flesh and blood, spread out two fingers thick over a radius of several thousand meters; it looked like a serial killer's crime scene.

At least enough to make a hundred Soul-Gathering Banners.

If this were the neighboring Xianxia theater, Kitahara Iori would immediately become a demon lord that everyone wanted to kill.

"Kitahara..."

Asuka, piloting Unit-02, finally came to her senses, hesitated for a moment, and said tentatively: "How about giving it a quick end? I feel like it should have repented already, and Shinji doesn't even need saving, right?"

As a magical girl, even one like her who hadn't awakened wouldn't be digested by anything.

Normally, just killing the Angel of Might and cutting open the core would be the end of it.

So... Kitahara Iori was doing it on purpose, just to enjoy the pleasure of torturing the enemy?

She looked at the Angel of Might, which was wriggling and crawling with difficulty, supporting its body with a right arm that was broken until only a small section remained.

Then she looked at Kitahara Iori, who was as ruthless as a perverted serial killer.

She felt lost inside.

She remembered that Kitahara Iori was Luo Shu's agent, right?

Could it be that all the people under that guy were such perverts?

Compared to Kitahara Iori's perverted serial killer temperament, even Gendo Ikari, that psychopath they talked about, could be called deeply affectionate and pure-natured.

"Exactly, streamer, are you sure you were a college student before, and not some runaway perverted serial killer?"

"It doesn't feel like acting; I don't believe this without dozens of lives on your hands. Are there any brothers from the police department? Hurry up and check."

"Takagi, since you're in Izu, go find your local colleagues and pull the files."

You guys are the perverted serial killers.

Hey, hey, hey, Officer, I really am a kind college student.

Kitahara Iori lashed out another whip and silently retracted his hand: "Ahem, if you heard me, hurry up and spit out my little brother so I can give you a quick end."

Feeling the gaze.

The Angel of Might, now just a mass of rotten meat, blocked its front with its right arm, wriggling repeatedly in fear like a young bride, hiding behind a small hill, blocking most of its body, and constantly: "AAAA..."

It actually appeared somewhat pitiful.

Who the hell can spit out something they've eaten?

At that moment, it even felt like it had eaten some great tonic and had become stronger, okay?

"... So heroic?"

Kitahara Iori showed a look of admiration, then decisively raised his whip.

Just as the Angel of Might screamed in fear.

Crack.

A hairline crack appeared on its core.

Then more cracking sounds rang out; the cracks spread like a spiderweb, and wisps of blood seeped out.