Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 371 Thank you (4k)

Watching that familiar and hateful flame reignite in the person he hated and admired the most.

As a god who rises again to take revenge.

After a complex gaze for a moment, He smiled happily:
"hahahahahahahaha!"

"Yes, yes, this is you, this is my opponent, Asclepius, you will not let me down!"

Because He saw something that surprised Him so much.

So He, who had already transformed into darkness and could poison the world at any time, stood in front of Moon again.

He asked with joy in his eyes:

"But, Asclepius, though I have no idea what has happened to you, or what you are doing."

"But there is one thing I am very sure of, that is, you seem to be just an ordinary person right now, right?"

Sequence Five is regarded as the limit of humanity and is the mortal closest to God.

But in front of a true god, there is really no difference between a Sequence Five and a mortal.

"So, even if you summon this fire that I still hate so much, how can you fight me?"

After tilting his head to an angle that was absolutely impossible to achieve normally, He said seriously and coldly:

"If you lose, I will definitely destroy this world, and then pick up everything you destroyed. Finally, I will try to go back and inflict the torture I have felt on those poor bastards who are still unaware."

"Especially your queen, Celesceira Castile!"

In response to His provocation, Moon, who had raised the sword of divine punishment, held the sword horizontally at his side.

He took a very beautiful ready posture.

This made the other party more curious and asked:
"I didn't know you could use a sword."

In His memory, the Hermit has always been bound to the book and the Holy Grail.

But it surprised Him that this guy was still the same as he was back then after so many years.

After all, the hermit did not bring the Holy Grail, but brought fire.

But now, the hermit picked up the sword.

"Where's your Holy Grail? Is it still with Queen Celesera?"

Just as He said, Moon was also very clear that there was a huge gap between him and the other party.

It would be the same even if he had left the fire on purpose.

After all, he is just a mortal now.

But he is also the only one who can be this guy's opponent at the moment.

If he runs away, who can stand up?

"There is a lot you don't know, Nicolos. And then, I think you will know it all in a moment."

Hearing this, He asked with great interest:
"So what would I know? How you're going to fight me?"

This inquiry was accompanied by His response and temptation.

Endless monsters emerged from the deep darkness.

It was as if they were not in an underground base with limited space, but an infinite world trapped in infinite darkness.

The foul-smelling and deformed monsters were born from the poison and came from the darkness, determined to carry out the will of the Creator.

Spread the plague and tear the enemies apart.

But in fact, what is more terrifying than them is the dark green mist that still lingers today.

It was the poison of the plague, a deadly fog that seemed to be a single substance but was actually generating new and virulent toxins every moment.

It was a synonym for death, a perfect mixture of plague.

Even a demigod would die the moment he came into contact with such a terrifying creature.

Even those monsters that were originally born in this mist were constantly becoming sick because they were in the thick fog.

The reason why they have not fallen down, besides the fact that they come from here, more importantly, is that the power that created them is constantly telling them.

Even if their legs are corroded by the poisonous fog, they can still move forward relying on their proliferating tentacles.

Even if their throats are engulfed by viruses, they can still roar with the germs in their bodies.

Even though their entire bodies are decaying, they can still feel the beauty and enjoy the torture.

Plague is adjacent to nature and life.

The powers among the three overlap and accommodate each other.

It's just that the performance and emphasis are almost opposite.

Watching the endless monsters rushing towards me wrapped in poisonous fog.

Moon responded by raising the sword high in his hand.

Then he swung it down suddenly and thrust it into the ground.

The fire preserved by Moon began to grow amazingly from then on.

The sea of ​​fire spread out in all directions with Moon as its center.

Monsters, poisonous fog, and darkness are all defenseless in front of the flames that represent destruction.

The darkness was illuminated, the poisonous fog was dispelled, and the monsters were burned.

The dark world that seemed to have turned into an infinite size also returned to its former smallness in the face of the flame of hope.

But He, as the source, was the only one who remained unharmed in the flames.

That being able to surround and kill any demigod or even angel without any chance of success was just a small application of his own power.

So He was not surprised at all that Moon was able to resolve it, and He did not take it seriously at all.

He even became more interested and when the flame passed over him, he scooped up a handful of flame in his hand and observed it carefully like scooping water.

"Ah, I was so focused on fighting you at the time that I completely ignored the origin and nature of this flame."

"Or rather, the flame that disgusts me so much has been obscured by your arrogance. As a result, I can't see anything clearly."

He will never forget that scene.

When the whole world seemed to have lost to Him, the hermit who was least expected to stand out ignited the flames and walked in front of Him from the endless flames.

Excited, indescribably excited.

Almost every cell in my body is jumping for joy and cheering for this moment.

The blood that had long since cooled due to boredom was boiling to an unimaginable degree.

Because He knew that was the ultimate battle He had been looking forward to!
Who would have thought that the evil god who was willing to harm the world just wanted to find a qualified opponent to have a hearty and life-and-death fight that he would never regret?
In fact, He was not wrong.

Because the hermit who walked out of the fire and stood before Him actually cut off the heads of His incarnations one by one.

Inside that seemingly weak body, He displayed an almost insane strength!

At that moment, He could no longer see the blazing flames that seemed to be able to burn the world, He could only see the hermit who brought the fire.

"Now it seems."

He lowered His left hand, leaving His right hand still burning with the flame.

In the face of this unprecedented flame, His right hand had already been burned into a bloody mess, if He was not the Sequence Zero of the Plague, a path known for its resistance to thick blood.

He thought that his hands might have been burned clean.

Even if it was the hand of God. Because He found that the recovery of his arm could not keep up with the burning of the flame.

But the problem is, as long as there is a drop of blood or a cell alive, He can instantly recover to His original state.

"This flame was literally created to destroy me. Where did you find it? Don't tell me you made it yourself just to attack me. I'd be flattered!"

Moon drew his sword and answered without hesitation.

He always respected his opponents, even Nicolos, because there was still a human part in him.

The only opponents that Moon had ever respected were those three prophets who were truly inhumane.

"You are wrong. This fire is not created to destroy you. This fire is created to destroy the world!"

"Oh?"

He put down his burning right hand, and the flames went out. However, the palm of his hand, which should have recovered, remained charred.

"A fire born to destroy the world?"

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"I did feel the incredibly powerful destructive power from the flames. But why did you say that?"

Although it was a serious inquiry, His attacks did not stop there.

The entire mysterious island base began to dissolve at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The molten steel did not turn into red molten iron, but turned into deep purple, foul-smelling pus that slowly flowed down at a viscous speed.

It was as if the place where they were standing was not the mysterious island base, but a boil on the body of a giant monster.

In fact, this is indeed an abscess.

But not on a giant monster, but on a boil above this world.

In just a few seconds, the Human Union's satellite witnessed the dissolution of the entire base and the emergence of a deep purple bubble.

And in such a short period of time, this purple bubble turned into a giant object that could be seen with the naked eye in space.

When the Human Alliance saw this scene in the real-time satellite images, the first impression each of them had was that it was like a foul-smelling abscess that could burst at any time.

Unsurprisingly, this was another serious situation that they had no way of handling.

The only thing they could do was to believe in the Sword and Shield King who took the initiative to stay in the mysterious island base.

They didn't even dare to try to attack the abscess.

After all, if it really exploded, it would be the end of us.

At the base, Morn had noticed that the flames on his body were beginning to wither.

Moon's legs were completely sunk into the muddy deep purple.

The flames on his body can burn the foul-smelling thing, but without divinity as fuel, the fire is quite weak.

"You burned everything you had to fight this flame and me, didn't you?"

Looking at Moon who was gradually sinking, He asked this from a distance.

"Yes, after all, you were really hard to deal with at that time."

Plague Path is not suitable for combat, at least not for direct combat. This is a path similar to Pure White Path, both focus on long-term development.

Pure White can charm gods, while Plague can create gods of its own.

Those are His plague incarnations.

After winning a crucial war between gods, He obtained His first god-like incarnation.

From then on, his disorderly expansion could not be controlled.

Therefore, in order to defeat Him in his prime, Moon could only give up everything he had at that time.

"So, why is it said that this flame was born to destroy the world?"

Seeing that He asked this question again, Moon, who was about to fight back, thought for a moment and said very seriously before he was completely swallowed by the deep purple:

"The Original One once wanted to destroy this world He created with His own hands, and this fire was born for this purpose!"

This answer far exceeded His and another bystander's expectations.

So much so that even the bystanders who should have remained silent could not help but say:
"This is impossible!"

There is no way a mother would want to destroy this world, it's everything she loves most!
This is the only thing she cares about!
How could she possibly destroy the only thing she cared about? What could have made her make such a decision?

So this is impossible!
As soon as the voice fell, Nicholas Poissus squinted his eyes and looked up.

"I'm really surprised that you're still alive? But you don't seem to have much manners! This is a battle between him and me, and I don't want any extra eyes to spoil my enjoyment!"

At this moment, the dark purple abscess instantly turned into an even more disgusting and unbearable dark green.

At this moment, not only was the eldest son's vision completely cut off, but all the people who were looking at the abscess fell down wailing.

No matter how they observe this place.

Whether directly or indirectly.

As long as you look at it, you will be contaminated by the divinity.

In front of the Supreme Being, cleverness is useless and will only hurt others and yourself.

Seeing that the troublesome eyes had completely disappeared, he looked forward with satisfaction.

Then the original pride instantly turned into dissatisfaction.

Because the opponent He had identified was completely swallowed up.

How could this be?

He hasn't officially started yet!

Shouldn't this be an appetizer?
Where is the momentum that enabled him to chop off his own heads one after another?
"Hey, don't tell me you're going to die like that! That's not what I want!"

"I can accept dying in your hands, and I do want you to die in my hands, but this is not what I want!"

In His anger, He wanted to reach out and pull Moon out.

He was already considering whether to let Moon go, or at least let him go back and get the Holy Grail.

Every day since he was tortured by the sword, he wanted to kill this guy, but this was definitely not the way to kill him.

Rather than revenge, He wants a battle like the one He had before.

However, He was the one who stretched out his hand, and then He raised his eyebrows and withdrew his hand.

The anger on his face also disappeared.

Instead, there was only an irrepressible smile:

"I knew you wouldn't die so easily!"

Under His gaze, a hand wearing beautiful rings stretched out from the dark green mud, and the owner of the arm climbed out of hell.

Unable to wait to get away completely, Moon looked up and smiled at Him:
"Thank you!"

This surprised voice made His smile freeze:
"no need thank me?"

Morn supported himself with the greatsword and stood up completely. He raised his head and smiled:

"Thank you for completely blinding the eyes that are in the way!"

Just for this?
But He seemed to realize something and stared at the beautiful rings that Moon was suddenly wearing and said:

"You knew He was watching, so you've been waiting for me to isolate Him?"

(End of this chapter)