I created the Holy Grail War, shocking the world

In fact, this is also what she thought behind the scenes.

Although she is an old antique, she has never given up learning and has never looked down on human beings.

This outwardly calm and inwardly humble attitude made her one of the ancients whose power soared behind the sky.

At this moment, we have become one of the protagonists of this epic event taking place on the world stage.

"Heroic Spirit?"

Looking at the three old kings who were originally moving forward but lost their direction and turned towards the sea, Yakumo Yukari murmured.

Even she has some yearning for it.

More importantly, her best friend, the person she cared about the most, the first generation of the Hakurei Great Barrier's shrine maiden should not have disappeared like that.

She is the one who deserves to be a heroic spirit and the one who should be etched in human history.

"It won't be long. Magic is a miracle, a monument to the fulfillment of wishes. Fu Li, we will meet again eventually."

Countless points of light spread out, her body gradually became transparent, and Yakumo Yukari disappeared into the air with anticipation.

Even for her, having an impact on a being like God is definitely not without cost.

As a monster formed by the rules, she will not die, but will only fall into a deep sleep. I hope she won't sleep for too long.

There are too many giants hidden in this hodgepodge of an earth.

At this moment, under the temptation of being sublimated into heroic spirits, these warriors who had transformed into magicians a hundred times more powerful either burned everything or worked together to hold down the Scarlet King and the Lord of Sky Cloud.

At one point they even guided it to the seashore, taking advantage of the ocean's vastness to minimize casualties.

One of the seven central kings even regained a trace of intellectuality in his flesh and blood star...

"I never thought that one day I would stand before a literal god, holding a holy sword."

Reinhard wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, struggled to get up from the crater, and looked up at the top of the spiral pillar made of flesh and blood.

This gap is even more outrageous than a chasm. If it were in the past, he probably wouldn't even have the qualifications to stand.

but now…….

Reinhardt's entire body slowly blossomed with layers of flowing white light, even forming the faint shadow of wings behind him.

He is the Holy Spirit.

The apostle of the Lord of Hosts, a warrior who practices order and judgment.

To be honest, he had no impression of the Lord of Billions of Glory, who might be a certain Pivotal Isotope.

After all, it's too high and too far.

But the duties and ideals bestowed upon him by the Holy Spirit, with whom he had genuine contact, were undoubtedly in line with his will.

It allowed him to truly find the anchor of his own humanity, so…

The blazing white flames of judgment rose from Reinhardt's body, spiraling upwards to form a pillar of fire that reached the sky and the earth, facing the pillar of heaven in the distance.

Behind him, the waves shimmered, and wings made entirely of light suddenly solidified.

"So, I can withstand more powerful forces and awaken to a deeper level of darkness!"

A materialized white flame burned in Reinhardt's eyes, overflowing from the corners of his eyes, and at an extremely fast speed, it brought out a stream of fireflies.

Like a sword of judgment, his entire body transformed into an ultimate light that spanned the sky, shooting towards the God Lord who had resurrected from ancient times.

The more he understood the power of the Holy Spirit, the more he was shocked by its power, to the point of fear.

Fear of losing control of oneself.

Compared to the vast power bestowed by the Holy Spirit, he himself was too small, so small that he was not even able to maintain himself.

Once he loses control, he will become the most terrifying destroyer of order that he hates the most.

But at this moment, facing this unimaginably powerful returning god, it no longer matters.

The ultimate Glorious Cannon forcibly pulled up the pillar of flesh and blood, pushing it to plow a bottomless abyss on the ground, all the way to the seashore.

"The power of the Holy Spirit?"

The Glorious Knight coughed up a mouthful of blood, got up from the ground, and said with a wry smile: "You are really powerful."

Although they had almost the same fate and became messengers of the same existence but with different identities, he seemed to be much weaker.

"After all, I am an extension of the King's will. I cannot tarnish the glory of the Holy King."

The Glorious Knight stood up, and the emotion in his eyes quickly faded, becoming light, firm, and persistent, as if another will had revived.

Those were the knights of mercy in ancient times who followed the king, struck down gods, and pioneered immortal achievements.

“…A pointless struggle…”

seaside.

Like the radiant light from the stars, a human figure made of flesh and blood raised its hand indifferently.

A huge blood-red star emerged from the sky, slowly moving, rapidly expanding, covering the sky and the sun, and suddenly suppressing the stars and filling the sky.

Press down gently with your hands.

The ultimate brilliance shattered like a firefly, and even went out completely at one point.

At this moment, a sword light filled with mercy and as if full of the king's sorrow spread across the sky, splitting open one side of the blood-red star and saving the firefly.

“Ants…”

The old king, the Flesh and Blood Star, raised his hand again...

……

The difference is too big!

Kogoro Mouri looked at the scarlet battlefield. Those extreme magical lights were extinguished one by one. On the blue battlefield, nine hundred and nine of the thousand arms of the Thousand-Armed Statue were broken, and even the Blue Flame Armor was in tatters.

Even the knight draped in the glory of the Holy King and the swordsman from another world who had been reborn as an angel prototype gradually withered away.

Even though he was always optimistic and lived for today's opportunities, he felt despair.

In fact, even at this moment, the three old kings have not recovered, and even their sanity has only returned to a trace of flesh and blood.

Far inferior to its heyday.

Is this God?

A great existence that ordinary people can never cross or touch.

but…..

Why would such majestic beings like you make things difficult for mere mortals like them?

Feeling the fresh lives being extinguished one by one, Kogoro Mouri's face was distorted with pain. This was a massacre, a massacre of mortals by those in high positions.

He could accept that humans killed each other out of love or hate, but he could not accept being slaughtered like cattle and sheep because of a will that seemed like a natural disaster.

This is an insult.

An insult to all of humanity.

But there was nothing he could do.

He was almost at level three and couldn't even provide cover for the retreat. He had been too relaxed in the past, which resulted in the only two adults present needing the children's protection.

Even if he wanted to sacrifice himself to stop it, he was not qualified.

The pain was gnawing at his heart like a poisonous snake, and his hands were squeezing until it bled, but he was still laughing carefree and funny.

“Is this God?”

"It seems like dragging it out won't be that difficult. There are only seven minutes left."

290. A mortal body is on par with a god!

"Yeah, seven minutes."

Among the group of monsters, Kazuma's rapidly flashing phantoms all showed expressions that seemed to be both crying and laughing.

But this was achieved in the last seven minutes when more than four hundred top-ranked warriors in the world burned everything and died.

just now……

There are no longer four hundred such strong men.

The army of monsters bursting into blood and rage almost overwhelmed them. If it weren't for the magic arrays left by tens of thousands of magicians, they would have been torn to pieces and devoured in the first place.

To be honest, when they saw off the last group of people, they already felt a huge force pulling their consciousness, surging like a magnificent consciousness.

That is God.

Or the old king.

At this point, even they find it difficult to hold on and it is meaningless to stay, so it is time to withdraw.

But…..

Looking at the falling light and shadows, and the returning god slowly walking towards this side from the sea at the edge of the sky, He Zhen tightly grasped the dagger and madly harvested the lives of monsters.

The strongest have fallen, can Shinfuyuki really hold on - for just a few minutes?

Once the old king is released, even for a few minutes, it will cause at least hundreds of millions or even billions of casualties.

Casualties of this level are enough to crush human civilization and lead to the complete collapse of order.

"Everyone has been evacuated, and Shinfuyuki is also urgently preparing for battle. It shouldn't be a problem to hold them off for at least two more hours."

Yang Noi responded with a smile while firing a flare cannon.

A scarlet bloodstain gradually spread on the right shoulder of the white dress.

It was a penetrating wound caused by a small monster covered with eyes that could emit light.

"By the way, Mr. Maori, I have an idea that might be able to hold them back for a few minutes."

???

Even with a large sword in hand, Ayanokouji couldn't help but look back as he charged from outside the magic formation.

us?

How many minutes can you hold back the evil god?

No, Sister Yang Nai, although you are indeed very strong, perhaps the strongest among us, but isn't it a bit too much to stop the gods?

Rentaro Satomi and the others who stayed behind also did not leave and were also confused.

I know the magic system is awesome, fighting against opponents of higher levels is like eating and drinking water.

But even if you can rival an ordinary fourth-level being, you are still not a fourth-level being. Isn't it a little bit outrageous to stop the evil god?

Half a minute later.

"The second method?!!"

The light in Kogoro Mouri's eyes suddenly brightened.

Yang Nai smiled lightly, but her hands were tightly clenched, and the scarlet lines flashed silently.

"It's not that exaggerated. I'm just borrowing my own power from this parallel world to perform a great magic trick and try to stop those so-called gods for a few minutes."

The second method.

The ultimate secret of the Tianmu Shinomiya family.

Naturally, she couldn't achieve this. Even if she used the local spiritual veins and the magic arrays left behind by tens of thousands of magicians, she could only borrow the power of the parallel world at most.

but……

With that extra self, there must be one who can delay the gods for a while, right?

"Count me in."

Ayanokouji withdrew his sword, his remaining eyes flickering with a resolute aura. "I suppose the me in this parallel world isn't that weak either, right?"

Kitagawa Umi put her hands on her hips and exuded energy: "I'm the sixth in Group A of the Sky Dome World."

“Ahhh, this is so annoying. Kazuma-sama doesn’t want to die at all.”

Kazuma was rubbing his hair madly.