I created the Holy Grail War, shocking the world

Praise in pain and illness will stay away from you.

Meditate on me, praise me, worship me, and death will be alienated from you, and misfortune will fear you. "

Everyone present was stunned.

Yes.

Even those elite executives have already completed the sublimation of life, and are immune to cold and heat, and are not afraid of water or fire.

But would a boss of this level say something so simple?

The two people who were fighting for life and death just a moment ago subconsciously looked at each other.

Almost at the same time, I thought of God’s authority.

Most gods are personifications of natural concepts.

Yes.

Wind and snow can’t do anything to them with ordinary illnesses, but what about the gods?

The wind and snow unconsciously released by the god in charge of wind and snow might freeze them to death instantly.

But since this big guy said that he would not die in the snow and wind, he would definitely not die in it.

In other words, as long as one praises this person's true form in one's heart, one can gain the remaining power to fight against the gods?

What kind of outrageous protection is this?

So the question is, what’s the cost?

Ordinary gods definitely don't have this ability. At least when the old king revived, he roared out his real name, which didn't have such a terrifying effect.

Grass.

Being stared at by such a big shot is so thrilling.

The two of them turned into neon lights, surprised and happy, happy and scared.

But no matter what, they have managed to cling to this person's thigh, even though they are far from being his relatives, and they are not even his lackeys.

That is also a wonderful thing that makes countless people jealous and rack their brains.

Unfortunately, they don’t know a joke: Those who chant my true name will find eternal life in reincarnation.

It makes me feel a little regretful.

With certainty in his heart, Furuta Nifuku raised his head and said, "Sir, I have important intelligence to report."

He said nervously, "In fact, the corpse of the old king, the descendant of the evil god, is actually the seal that seals the real evil god."

"Humph."

Lou Hu said with disdain, "Our Magic Association already knew this kind of information. Isn't it just a lullaby?"

From now on, they are competitors.

Who is qualified to become this big boss's lackey in the future?

Ignoring him, Furuta Nifuku continued, "That so-called evil god is actually the Mother Goddess the old king spoke of—the world itself! The sealed entity isn't the old king, but his remains. Now the old king is practically pulverized. I'm afraid the Mother Goddess is about to resurrect."

Not to mention the evil gods, even the regenerative abilities of those derivatives are disgusting.

How is it possible for even a trace of the evil god to remain?

Aren’t you afraid that the old king will pop up from somewhere one day?

But the problem is that once the corpse is destroyed, it is equivalent to releasing the mother goddess who gave birth to all kings.

Before this, Jiuduo Erfu would never have dreamed of this problem.

The most horrifying imaginary problem is that if the old king were to revive, he would encounter such an outrageous world and be killed.

Jiuduo Erfu took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with fear as he said, "The Mother Goddess in the mural is truly the mother of all things, the God above all gods, the source of all life in their world.

The forty-nine gods were nothing but the scraps she had carved out.

Even the last old king of the brightest star only slaughtered all the queens, and his corpse, which shared the same pain, comforted her in her deep sleep.

Please don’t be careless.”

Of course, even though he was now facing the Mother Goddess who was far more terrifying than the forty-nine gods combined, he was not as desperate as before and gave up on himself.

Without him.

Before this, it was the gap between humans and God.

And now...

The whole world was destroyed and all the kings were overthrown.

Even if I can't defeat the Mother Goddess, I should be able to keep her out... right?

He's a little unsure,

The main reason is that the description in the mural is too outrageous, it is simply a god-like existence.

"Oh?"

An interested voice sounded, and the young man pointed to the horizon: "Is that it?"

I don’t know when.

The brilliant starry night seemed like a veil, a thin film across the blurred vision that suffocated the whole world.

A great, indescribable chaotic light and shadow appeared outside that thin membrane of the world, gazing at the world in silence.

305. Isn't it just a few dozen children who died? They can still have more children.

Gradually shifting camps.

Although the strong men were in one camp when fighting against the descendants of the evil god, they were essentially small circles.

Different strengths, different countries, even the previous circles, the cultivation systems are different, the spell circle, the psychic circle, the demon-exorcism circle, the witchcraft circle...

Small teams are formed naturally.

at this time.

In a corner not far from the master's circle.

The atmosphere was silent.

Yue Shixi is really numb.

God, there is someone taller!

How on earth was this ghost world judged to be an ordinary technological world?

Before the sky fell, those cursed sorcerers and exorcists were running all over the world.

it's good now.

Even a servant who can travel through an entire world is not considered the tallest.

“Forget it, forget it. Let’s ask Kazuma-san if he can give us some funds and send someone to monitor us so I can go explore the city.

It’s up to you whether you want to kill me, chop me up, or use me for experiments; at least let me die with a full stomach.

Tsk, I've almost forgotten how long it's been since I last ate normal human food."

Ryodan Amemiya lit the cigarette he took from Kogoro Mori, waved his hand lazily, and walked towards the masters.

One year in this world.

That’s ten years in their world.

Ten years have passed. The food before the disaster has long expired, and the earth has also undergone changes. Ordinary plants can no longer survive.

Now, even KFC and instant noodles are so delicious that they can make them cry.

Yue Jianxi was stunned for a moment, then shrugged and slapped Satomi Rentaro on the shoulder: "Don't be suspicious, haven't you heard that those so-called perfect people were captured by the people of this world? Now they must know more than us.

Perhaps the Supreme Mother Goddess will not be resurrected, or simply does not exist?

Even if they exist, you have seen how powerful those great beings called [Heroic Spirits] are.

You can’t be a mother who is worse than her son…”

He stuttered, becoming weaker and weaker, and finally stopped abruptly.

I don’t know when.

The atmosphere changed, as if some invisible breath was flowing from the sea, like silk ribbons, caressing the earth, bringing an indescribable feeling.

The noisy voices of the small groups around them weakened and gradually dissipated.

The world is quiet.

No... No way...

Satomi Rentaro raised his head stiffly, then silently turned back to look at Amamiya Ryodo, who was also frozen with a cigarette in his mouth: "Do you have any more cigarettes? I want to be alone."

Amemiya Rindan silently handed over a flower seed, looked up at the sky, and tried hard not to let the tears fall.

This damn world is poisonous.

No matter how small the probability is, it is 100% in this world.

Yue Shixi squatted down in pain and hugged herself.

Poor, weak, and helpless.

not far away.

The playful group of Master Mutual Aid Association members fell silent.

After a long moment, Kazuma looked at Yukinoshita Yukino expressionlessly: "Is it too late to call Archer and the others back now?"

Yukinoshita Yukino didn't say anything, staring blankly at the blurry light and shadow in the chaotic haze.

The magnificent blurred outline is like a plump woman.

With its fertile limbs, it naturally makes people think of [motherhood], [pregnancy], and [origin].

Countless terrifying chaotic lights and shadows surrounded her, surrounding her like a child playing on her mother's lap.

“Gamos… Yas…%￥%￥…”

It sounded like a whisper, a scream, or perhaps a low roar echoing from the abyss.

.......

“Old…Old days?!!!”

federal.

A group of important figures looked as if they had seen a ghost, staring blankly at the blurry light and shadow that could be seen across most of the planet.

Invisible pollution is spreading. Just by witnessing its outline, at this moment, large-scale distortions have occurred in countless places around the world.

Unstoppable assimilation into the light and shadow.

Old days.

He is definitely an evil god at the level of the Old Ones.

The Reston family head's voice trembled, and he looked at everyone in disbelief: "The Mother Goddess they are talking about is the Old One?!!!"

Nima.

The old king is only in the second stage.

The strongest true king is the pinnacle of the second stage.

I originally thought that even if the so-called Supreme Mother Goddess resurrected, she would at most be a third or fourth stage superior god.

The result... the old days?

That is the horror at the end of the mythological realm.

The true pinnacle of all worlds, the chaos that stands above everything.

The last time, seven giant gods came together, but only two of them, including Tsathoggua, were true Old Ones.

Who can help to destroy it?