I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

This is the sacred text of Luoyan City. With it, you can briefly summon projections of any Outer God.

Perhaps that fellow saw through Debit's true form, or perhaps out of pleasure and amusement, he handed the mantle of human skin to the young man.

What would drive an ordinary person mad at the sight of filth was nothing more than ordinary mud to Debit.

"Did it work?!"

Ophelia stared at the dark explosion on the giant's body and hurriedly asked.

Debit did not answer, but instead focused intently on the battle.

The controller of extraterrestrial life forms, with a wise light shining in his purple eyes.

If Fujimaru Ritsuka is the protagonist who creates miracles, Ophelia is the tragic otome heroine who is given a destiny, the captain is the dazzling modern hero, Kadoc is the most hardworking backbone of the team, Akuta Hinako is the tsundere senior who says one thing but does another, and Mashu is the gentle and reliable support... then Debit is—a shadow-level powerhouse.

Of course, it's a real shadow.

He is also a true expert.

The giant of white light and the enormous tentacles collided violently, the scorching light shaking the space and producing a deafening roar.

Collision, this collision, an alien creation.

It uses the most primitive form of attack in the universe—interaction forces.

A primal impact?!

The giant's hand gripped the slippery tentacle, intending to tear it to pieces.

Bia——!

The black creature, covered in eyes and tentacles like a loach, broke free from the large white hand and, using its elastic flesh, hurled itself directly at the giant's face.

Dull, heavy, violent.

A terrifying, primal struggle between colossal beasts.

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P.S.: I wonder if BB-chan will feel very happy about this?

Perhaps this is a situation where someone who truly wants to stir up trouble is watching with amusement as others who think they are stirring up trouble get things done.

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P.S.: Due to the Tianjin exam, updates have been slightly delayed; I apologize for that.

Chapter 53 The White War That Lasted for Ten Thousand Years (1) Golden Kennis

The cosmic dark blue and the darkest filth tore at each other, like two mad beasts, like a tiger encountering a lion.

One is a projection of one of the countless tentacles of the Outer God.

One of the countless starships on the Demon Star was printed.

It was like a war of eternal despair, and the whole world trembled.

One second, two seconds.

The rising tentacles wrapped around the silver giant's smooth, long legs and small feet, trembling as they slammed the colossus, whose weight was unknown, down with tremendous force.

"Ugh—!"

The aftershocks made the already damaged ship even worse, and Ophelia could only use magic to barely repair it so that she and the others wouldn't fall into the flood.

"One minute and fifteen seconds!" Ophelia said with the precision of a stopwatch.

"I know"

The brown-haired youth stared intently at the battlefield.

Time flies, but for Debit, it feels like it's been a long time.

Although the concept has long been eroded, the heart is still human, and the body is undoubtedly still a carbon-based life form.

The golden light in the sky shone brightly amidst the scorching crimson hue.

The stargazers held aloft their diamond-encrusted canes.

The gathering of starlight, the power from the universe, is an unparalleled force for any magician in the world.

The black-clad female warrior gritted her teeth as she was plunged into the floodwaters.

She felt the pressure that the water brought her.

[You piece of shit, you bastard.]

[What kind of terrifying creature is that? My Noble Phantasm has absolutely no effect; it's like a little chick being carried around.]

The core of the sea god was still trembling, completely unable to recover from the lingering power of the white giant.

[You jerk, acting all high and mighty, are you scared? You disgusting bastard. A spineless god...]

[But fighting someone with those superhuman abilities would be a death sentence, right? Laughable. You're nothing but a pile of dog shit, Poseidon.]

No, even dog poop is better than you.

Kenneth cursed the disgraceful god in his heart as his stiff body sank downwards.

The pain was so intense that it was unbearable, as if my muscles were about to be torn apart.

She thought that becoming a god would be enough to rule the world, but is this really the final result? Is Kenneth still that useless, good-for-nothing girl?

No! No! No!

Stand up, stand up, stand up with all your might!

Poseidon is a cowardly piece of trash who lacks courage, but I, the great one, will never back down here!

Facing the surging floodwaters, Kennis slowly rose from the deep water [because the sea god's dog-shit-like blessing allowed her to move freely in the water].

"Damn it, I can't hold it in anymore."

The female warrior, who tore off her tattered right sleeve, revealing half of her dark flesh, supported herself with a golden spear, her entire body circulating magic.

Her eyes turned blood red, like bloodstone, and the dark-skinned female warrior swiftly flew out from the surging torrent.

Crimson blood flowed down from her plump chest, from her abdomen marked with red lines, and from her firm thighs.

Blood mixed with the salty floodwater dripped onto the churning water; had she not possessed the power over the ocean, she would probably have died long ago.

The scorching heat made the atmosphere tense and oppressive. The two enormous objects tore at each other and bit each other, neither giving an inch, causing the ground to tremble violently and turning the granite into crimson mud.

Black tentacles, like pythons, tightly coiled around the blue-spotted body of Sefaruna, while countless sharp, barbed mouthparts gnawed at the scorching armor of the civilization.

If ordinary heroic spirits and humans were to come into contact with each other, their physical bodies would undoubtedly be instantly vaporized by this terrifying temperature.

"Damn Zeus, what kind of dog food is this? It's disgusting!" Caenis dragged his injured body, still cursing the disgusting tentacles of the ancient god.

The smell of burning, and black filth wafted from the projection of the Great Old Ones' tentacles, a nauseating stench that made one crave a complete meal.

This earth-shattering collision did not last long, just a few minutes, sometimes feeling like hours, or even half a day.

"Aaaaaaaaa————!"

Destruction, destruction, and more destruction.

A bead of sweat trickled down Debit's forehead. Being able to control an Outer God, even just a tentacle less than one ten-thousandth of its size, was enough to deplete most of his mental energy.

Golden light shone brightly in the sky.

The magic circles overlapped and began to absorb the magic power from the starry sky.

[Kirshtalia, you bastard, what are you doing?!]

[Collect Magic Power]

[Damn it, you're leisurely collecting magic power in front of this monster? You bastard, aren't you afraid of kicking the bucket? Watch out, or I'll kill you!]

"Once you kick the bucket, you can't kill me, Kenneth."

The young man's tone was quite serious, which made Kenneth so anxious that he wanted to rush over and poke a thousand holes in him.

Two minutes is long enough for Debit. But for everyone else, it's just a matter of 120 seconds, which, frankly, isn't even enough for the oldest king to laugh once.

Kennis hesitated for a moment, but ultimately sent a message to Kirshtalia.

Have you collected enough magic?

[That's about enough. Two minutes is enough time to build up the strength to defeat that guy.]

.......

"That's impossible," Kenneth said calmly.

"Why do you say that?" Kirshtalia asked, slightly taken aback.

"That monster, according to the few records stored within Poseidon's core, was a terrifying being who destroyed all the Olympian gods," Kennis described with unusual seriousness.

【is that so?!】

I don't know who's stronger, you bastard, going all out or the Zeus of the past, but that was an opponent even Zeus, that piece of shit, couldn't defeat at full power.

Without a doubt, he is a true god-slayer.

Let me think about it.

Kirshtalia fell into deep thought, but reality didn't give him much time to think.

Yes, this exceptionally strong stargazer is actually quite fragile.

After all, he wasn't like Hinako Akuta, who could die even if killed.

"Humph~"

Kenneth witnessed it firsthand.

The tentacles of the Old Ones only exist in the world for a brief two minutes.

Amidst the terrifying, world-destroying bombardment of the white giant god, the constantly swaying and lashing vines rapidly transformed into dark spiritual particles, instantly shattering and dissipating without leaving even a trace.

boom! boom! boom!