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Chapter 170 re: Do you still want to continue?

A huge full moon, horned ghosts, and a majestic swordsman.

The thousand-year-old capital, which has long been covered with steel forests, has a long-lost touch of the atmosphere of an ancient capital in an atmosphere like an ancient painting.

"Ah, I recognize you. You are the woman who was with that young man before, right? No matter how you look at it, we have the advantage in numbers. It should be you, little sister, who should go back."

Mirokuji Youye said this frivolously, but the sign behind him had already fully revealed, and he didn't look as relaxed as he said.

"So, I really hate talking to people who can't see the situation clearly. The history of mankind is the history of mankind's wars. We are still living in an era where victory or defeat can be determined by numbers. Mirokuji Yuya, are you a primitive man?"

Noshiro's cold voice echoed in the night, and her frail body had a strong presence that could not be ignored.

"Ha, don't you think it's weird for you to say that? Ghosts have nothing to do with progress or technology. Hmm, let me think about it. Ghosts in stories are usually very upright and love to drink. Little sister, I can usually drink seven or eight bottles of beer in one go. Do you want to compete?"

Unlike his rough appearance, he immediately ruled out the option of using force and racked his brains to think about the story of the "ghost", intending to find a way to deal with Noshiro.

Noshiro couldn't help but laugh.

"It's not ladylike to be too fond of alcohol. Your rhetoric is just about enough to deal with Ise and Hinata."

As she smiled like this, the people on the opposite side suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.

Under the cover of the full moon in the sky, Celesia was tiptoeing to take a detour when a cluster of cold light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, causing her to subconsciously stop. After the light, a long straight line appeared in front of her. This straight line was centered on Noshiro, passed in front of her, and extended straight into the distance.

"Can you please stop moving? Be a little more obedient, your husband's plan will soon be accomplished."

Along with Noshiro's whispers, the houses, parks, and even buildings not far away were split in two, separated by the bushes standing in a straight line on the grass, the slices were as smooth as a mirror, and the cluster of light passed through the houses, from the roof to the floor, and there were thumb-thick cracks in the necessary places. Unfortunately, the load-bearing columns of several buildings on the road were cut open. Under the sharp knife light, a dull rumble was heard in the distance, like dominoes, falling in one direction, and the linkage caused the entire building complex to collapse. In the night, a turbid mist rose.

In the distance, there was also a faint, teeth-grinding sound of heavy objects falling, rumbling away into the distance.

Everyone present had sweat on their foreheads and felt a chill in their hearts.

"Hey, this is too much. They look so nonchalant. Have we mistakenly entered some advanced monster area? This is obviously not something we can challenge!"

Kanoya Ruwei stammered.

His cockpit was very high, nearly thirty meters above the ground. He could clearly see that more than ten kilometers away, there was still a cold light flying along the ground. The weeds on the ground, the clouds in the sky, everything was equally divided into two.

The fifty-five-meter-tall giant robot was enough for him to look down upon most of his opponents, but this time, he wished that his beloved Gang Damu could be shorter and shorter, so as to avoid seeing this demoralizing scene.

"Meteora, do you have any way to deal with her? This kind of reaction speed and exaggerated attack range are overwhelmingly disadvantageous to me."

Celesia smiled bitterly.

The young sage also had a frown on her face. Even though they were dozens of meters away, she still couldn't feel safe at all. She smiled bitterly when she heard this.

Strategies and tactics can only be effective when the enemy is careless. The so-called undefeated person is the one with the least flaws. The ghost girl in front of him has cold eyes, and the slashes she launches are so fast that no one can react. Just as she said, the era when victory or defeat can be determined solely by numbers has long passed, and she is a dazzling winner in any era!

"This is really bad. It looks like we are doomed to fail, right?"

Mirokuji Yuye said loudly, but no familiar snapping sound was heard.

Instead, the sound of flapping wings came from the sky.

"Are you looking for this woman?"

The female knight riding a Pegasus and wearing armor said coldly. A girl was skewered on her spear, and blood was flowing down the spear, splashing drops of blood.

"I have captured the cunning sorcerer. Whatever cards you have, just throw them out at once. In the name of the Knight, I will never let any of you go."

Alice's eyes were cold, with a horse soaring in the sky and sharp eyesight. At this moment when the human world had completely come to a standstill, she was the person standing highest, able to overlook all conspiracies and plans.

In ancient times, all kinds of strange strategies and plots emerged one after another, and there were many examples of using the few to defeat the many, and the weak to defeat the strong. However, modern warfare does not seem so exciting. Higher technology will allow strong countries to know weak countries well, making them blind and deaf. Better weapons can crush the enemy in range and power. Technological advances have made it impossible for strategists to use their skills. Commanders often only need to open the entire map and then give the order to annihilate. There is no passion at all. The only concern is that killing too many people will affect the international image, or that too many deaths will make the pensions too expensive.

The appearance of the air unit completely ruined all the private plans. Alice didn't know who this purple-haired woman was or what abilities she had. She just saw a woman hiding in the dark, so she charged in the air and then appeared on the battlefield with her spoils. That was enough.

Meteora's lips moved and he clenched his hands in his sleeves.

"What do you want to do with us?"

The winner has been decided, so there is no more tactless struggle. The young sage looked at everyone with aggrieved expressions and felt very unhappy. But in fact, when Noshiro stood at that moment, the outcome was already determined.

"Nothing will happen to you. My husband will put an end to everything that shouldn't exist in this world, and then send you back. He who has seized the world will correct the rules of this world, so that all creators will no longer have the ability to create and influence the world."

She looked at everyone with different expressions and said.

"This should be the best ending. Even when facing an unbeatable enemy, you are still willing to help. This is nothing more than considering that the state of the so-called Creator can affect your world. But I want to tell you that this is also what my husband is indignant about. He hates this kind of world, so he wants to change it all."

She glanced past the silent young sage and looked at the speechless Mirokuji Yuya and the giant robot.

"You guys, do you want to continue?"

Chapter 171 re: Accident

Think, think hard.

Meteora frowned, pondering the meaning of Noshiro's words.

They already have the advantage in terms of force. With just a casual swing of such a powerful blow, all the people here will be beheaded. This is the best solution to get rid of the trouble.

But they still chose to negotiate verbally, perhaps...

There was something in the sage girl's clenched hands, and its hard texture brought a sense of security.

This is the power called "Trump Card".

She had never told anyone, whether it was Aki Kikuchihara or Ceresia, that she had kept certain secrets, not because she didn't trust them, but because she was worried about being known by the enemy.

Now, is it time to reveal the trump card?

"But he hasn't made any promises to other ordinary people!"

Mirokuji Yuya said, shaking his head.

"And I'm sorry, I'm just a bad person who doesn't trust anyone. I always think of the worst. After all, I've heard too many nice words. Although I'm very grateful that you are willing to give us a way out, I'm not the kind of man who is willing to obey you obediently!"

The purple-haired delinquent sneered and raised his wooden sword high.

"Brother Youye..."

Compared with the other righteous protagonists, Yuya Mirokuji, as a serious villain leader, has stronger fighting spirit than them.

The huge robot gradually lit up with a light that symbolized overload.

"That's right, I didn't survive by begging for mercy. I want to defeat you and then go back to confess my feelings to Yuina! Ha, I have been hesitating all the time. I didn't expect that I missed so many opportunities to confess my feelings..."

Kanoya Ruwei said dissatisfiedly.

"But, since she likes me, I won't believe the words of my enemies. After all, it's very common in this world to make promises that are completely unfulfilled!"

The robot let out a shrill roar. This seemingly scientific giant actually had the possibility of exploding into despair!

There was also a hint of stubbornness in Celesia's voice. She had already come to the front and stood side by side with Maitreya Temple Youye.

"That's right. I'll only agree to something that I can't fulfill. I don't agree with your proposal. Oh, by the way, Mirokuji, you really surprised me just now."

"Hey, don't fall in love with me!"

The bad boy responded with a grin, but there was no smile on his face as he stared straight ahead without blinking.

Alice looked at the completely cold corpse and the lance that was dyed red, threw the corpse away with a flick of her hand, and then turned her gaze to Noshiro.

"It looks like the negotiations have broken down, Your Highness."

Noshiro nodded slowly, and the moonlight above her head grew darker, which meant that the ceremony was coming to an end.

Human thoughts are colliding wildly, and all settings and assumptions about God are being dug out. From mythology to humanities, a model of God is constructed and optimized. At this time, it cannot be disturbed at will.

"I'm very disappointed. I failed in the first attempt to do something for my husband. Well, although it's not a shortcoming for a daughter of a martial family to be bad at speaking, I..."

Noshiro said this, and her purple-gray eyes gradually turned colder.

"I'm really angry this time."

"Rustle, rustle..."

The platinum-colored Nodachi hanging at her waist was pulled open little by little by her.

Like a ferocious beast that has escaped from a cage, once it was unsheathed, the whole world dimmed a little, and all the light was gathered in two places.

The bright moon in the sky and the precious sword on the ground shine together.

The sword on the ground is as bright as the moon, and the bright moon in the sky is as sharp as a sword.

"Goodbye, everyone. Oh no..."

Noshiro hesitated for a moment, then corrected himself.

"Sayou Lala..."

"Rustle, rustle..."

The sword is sheathed.

Yuya Mirokuji held the wooden sword and said in surprise: "You just..."

laugh!

There was a little more red between his eyebrows. At the same time, the lights in Ruwei Kanoya's cockpit suddenly went out. Celesia was vaguely aware of it and felt a heart-wrenching pain coming from her limbs. Before she could scream, everything went black in front of her eyes.

The humans in the rear had not yet noticed anything wrong. In that brief moment, no one could see how many slashes and sword swings there were. The force that transcends the human realm and the skills honed from fighting against anomalies, when combined, made it possible to achieve such an extraordinary scene.

Meteora stared at all this in a daze, his heart as if it had sunk into an icy cave, and he didn't even know what to say.

The gap is as huge as a chasm. Even though I am confident in [that thing], I still feel confused.

"Don't worry, Meteora. You have value, and your husband sees your value. Stay here and wait for the final outcome."

Noshiro strolled over leisurely, and her girl-next-door demeanor only made Meteora feel chilled.

Even if he could overcome this obstacle, who would be next? Altair? Shinano? Or the green cat demon? Or even the confident man who dominated the game?

"value?"

"Yes, value, the value of being a Sage."

Noshiro subconsciously straightened his chest, and glanced at the modest chest of the young sage from the corner of his eye, and even the resentment of failing in persuasion dissipated a little.

"In this case, we no longer have any chance of fighting against you, right?"

Meteora's voice was filled with dejection and uneasiness, and Noshiro's clear swordsmanship heart was slightly shaken, but she was in a good mood now, so she spoke.

"Of course, you have failed."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Noshiro's expression changed and his eyes suddenly widened.

The young sage in front of him had her mouth slightly open, looking extremely surprised. When did she say anything?

Not good!

Noshiro took a step and her body bounced high into the air. The place where she had just stood was still covered with sharp ice spikes.

Almost at the same time, a heavy impact came from top to bottom!

Noshiro only felt the sky go dark, and a huge metal arm struck the atmosphere. The force brought by the high speed split the air. The arm turned red at a speed faster than sound, and a heavy roar was heard in the void. This blow was enough to knock a thousand-meter-high building straight into the ground!

But is this enough to hurt Noshiro?

"I don't know what it is called."

Calm words were uttered, and along with them appeared a brilliant crescent moon. The crescent-shaped light was retracted and then released, slashing at the metal arm. The two made a harsh collision sound, and then the strength of the metal arm stagnates slightly, and the area under the arm becomes completely bright, with light flickering. In every trance, there are thousands or tens of thousands of slashes, and Noshiro's sword turns into a hot dinner knife, turning the metal arm that was powerful enough to press the ground deep into the earth into melted butter under the dinner knife. In just a blink of an eye, the metal arm flies high up, and in another moment, the arm is cut into metal fragments all over the sky by the angry girl, falling down one after another.

A bit of blue light hesitated and retreated, no longer joining the attacking team.

The long sword flew across the air, slowly turning. Wherever the blade pointed, all the resurrected people changed color.

“I hate surprises.”

Noshiro said calmly while looking at the ground that was riddled with holes from her attacks.

Chapter 172 re: Godhead

Without deliberately controlling the force, Noshiro's destructive power became apparent. Within a radius of several kilometers, there were no more buildings higher than two meters. The sharp blade cut everything apart, and the piled up building debris gathered into a mountain. The cut houses were like a ruined maze, combined with the mountain of debris next to it, the modern city turned into a doomsday wasteland in an instant.

Noshiro was not a strategist, but he was certainly not a fool either. His ability to turn the situation around with the help of language was unique.

"Chikujoji Shinkan, it's you, right?"

"Ah my, this is the most annoying thing about Shinkan-chan. He clearly wrote down all the abilities in the novel, and it only costs 1,000 yen to buy it. Doesn't this make Shinkan-chan himself look cheap?"

In a ruin, a girl with purple hair staggered out of the waste building materials and crawled out like pulling out a carrot.