Wipe Out Everything With a Counter Attack Power of 10000000000

103. Fighting God (1)

The outdoor training hall of the Astes Empire was devastated.

Wow-

Yuma, who had soared into the sky on Gryphon Ethan, landed on the ground.

He came down after warning the heavenly world through the heavenly eye.

Emperor Brigitte hurriedly approached.

“Yuma, are you okay?”

“Uh, it’s okay.”

Yuma patted Brigitte’s shoulder, who was looking worried.

Belle slowly approached Yuma.

“…I’m sorry I couldn’t handle it alone.”

Yuma shook his head.

“It’s just that he was strong.”

Yuma gazed at the high elf, Ruineleaf, who was sticking his head out from beyond the broken wall of the reception room.

“High elf, I think we have something left to share.”

“…Hi!”

A moan of a type that I had never heard in my life flowed from Ruinerif’s mouth.

“Follow me.”

Yuma, Michael, and high elf Ruinerif. In addition, Emperor Brigitte and additional personnel were gathered next to the broken reception room.

The atmosphere in the reception room was filled with silence. A cool chill filled the space.

Yuma aimed Balmung at the high elf Ruineleaf.

Sereung─

The reason why Yuma was now holding his sword close to Ruinerif’s neck was simple.

“What is the relationship between the Elyos and you elves?”

Ruinerif had informed Yuma about the Elyos’ purpose in advance before the Elyos attacked. That’s why Yuma felt the need to feel embarrassed for a moment.

“You’ll have to explain it properly.”

To engrave fear into Ruinerif and hear the clear truth.

“If you try to hide something unnecessarily, I might have to kill all of you elves.”

Yuma looked extremely upset with an expressionless face.

“Say it the right way, Ruinerif.”

Rattling…

High elf Ruinerif’s body trembled violently.

A declaration that the elves would be exterminated. He said this in the presence of a high elf who could rightly be called the backbone of the elves.

Intense anger welled up, but even more fear rose from my toes.

Therefore, I had no choice but to obediently open my mouth despite Yuma’s words and actions that were ignoring the elf race itself.

Because I just saw him kill a top-level Elyos apostle.

And what shocked me even more were the words that came from the mouth of the dead apostle Sarimun.

“…Did you really kill God?”

-Are you the one who killed the god Incrinyu?

Yuma tilted his head.

“You’re talking like you didn’t know.”

Ruinerif’s pupils shook.

“Mo, I didn’t know. Of course. If I had known that, I would have flattened my face against you during the tribal meeting to prepare for the invasion of the demon world!! How can I straighten my back in front of a god-killer!”

“I’m still straightening it out well.”

Whisper─

Ruinerif immediately knelt down at Yuma’s words.

“…I really didn’t know that in heaven, the Elyos would do something like this.”

The green eyes in the tangled long green hair were trembling violently.

It didn’t seem like he was lying.

Ruinerif continued.

“The World Tree may have known that you killed God. He knows most of what happened on this continent where he is rooted. But the World Tree does not tell everything to the elves. “The World Tree is the only one who has contact with the Lord of Heaven.”

I learned that the World Tree, which I thought was just cooperative and devoted to the elves, had a dark side.

Ruinerif’s pink lips parted.

“…So, please. Please don’t doubt us elves. I really didn’t know.”

Yuma looked at Ruineleaf, who was kneeling with his head bowed with an expressionless expression.

The fear contained in the words was genuine.

Among the elves, there were beings who had the potential to confront the gods. Kings of previous generations.

But with something that has the potential to be an adversary. Actually killing something is different.

There is no need to make an enemy of a being who actually killed God.

Because that was crazy.

Yuma opened his mouth again.

“I understand. I believe it.”

“Whew….”

A sigh of relief flowed from Ruinerif’s mouth.

“Instead of trusting us, it would be nice if we could give each other something useful as a sign of trust. I guess I still have it, the subspace pouch.”

“…If you’re that strong, what do you need?”

“Do you think people who are rich don’t like money?”

“Whoa.”

Ruinerif let out a sigh that was much deeper than a sigh of relief, and then rummaged through his subspace pocket.

***

Heaven.

Under the giant tree in the heavens, a boy with pure white hair muttered as his body hung limply against the tree.

“…Wow, look how cheap you are.”

The boy heard Yuma’s voice through his ‘Heavenly Eye’, and Arten, the Heavenly Lord, was dumbfounded by Yuma’s words.

“I didn’t know I would hear from a human being that they would kill an evil spirit.”

Arten, a boy with white hair, recalled the image of Yuma in the heavens with his pure white eyes. She flew on the Green Phone and saw the man she had spoken of standing next to her in the heavenly realm.

“This guy is strong, but….”

Is it too much for you to handle?

Arten slowly shook his head. He has not yet achieved enough heavenly power to manifest directly. However, he believed that if he was brought to heaven, he would definitely be able to subdue it then.

It is a firm belief in one’s own powerlessness.

A white-haired woman standing stiffly to Arten’s left. ＜Elyos＞ Valkyrie, Brenhilt opened her mouth.

“It may be difficult to subdue him, but kidnapping him to the Heavenly Realm will not be difficult. All you have to do is tie him to the Heavenly World Jinjin.”

Arten raised the corners of his mouth.

“Oh, there was a way. After all, Brennhild is smart.”

Arten gestured to Breenhild. Brennhild lowered his upper body at Arten’s gesture. Arten stroked Brennhild’s long, pure white hair.

“There are only a few of them left whose military power has been improved to that of a god… so I will just leave with one. I will have to send the rest of the demigods and tell them to fight against the heavens with the five of them. Once we bring them to the heavens, we will definitely be able to suppress them. “I have to catch this cheap guy and make him a sword to fight against evil spirits.”

Arten’s white eyes shone.

“We’ll send you off again in a week. Get ready.”

***

6 days later.

New Territories.

Barbatos, who had the divine name of ＜God of War and Struggle＞ and was called the God of Fighting, was sitting right in front of the cliff.

meditation. I was immersed in a world of imagery, using both mana and divine power at the same time.

The thick spirit flowing from Barbatos’ body disturbed the atmosphere of the God Realm.

“Barvatos.”

Malphas, an evil god in the shape of a crow, was standing on two feet opposite the cliff where Barbatos was sitting.

“…Are you manifesting?”

Barbatos slowly opened his eyes in response to Malphas’ question.

Sreuk─

A man with black hair and red eyes. God Barbatos is seated in his sedentary posture, with only his upper body slightly twisted.

“It will appear at dawn, Middle Earth time. Just watch quietly and do not interfere unnecessarily.”

Malphas nodded his head sharply at Barbatos’ words. The crow’s head moved greatly.

“…I get it.”

God in front of you. Barbatos, known as the God of Fighting, pathologically hated others getting involved in his battles.

Martial arts.

The reason why I study tens of thousands of martial arts alone in the divine world is because I am fascinated by the skills and growth of thousands of people who can perform martial arts.

Barbatos was not like a god. He was admired, and he did not enjoy receiving that admiration. He did not enjoy receiving homage either.

Life as a god who could not die for a very long time was even boring. So he could not help but be fascinated by martial arts.

In martial arts, there are numerous turning points in each action. Minor hand movements can lead to countless situations.

Barbatos’s daily routine was all about martial arts. After his meditation, he sparred with the fighting gods under his command among the second-tier gods. Afterwards, his daily routine was to do battle with himself, which was almost infinite, inside the ＜mirror castle＞ he created himself.

Since there is no such thing as sleep for God, the only thing that functions like sleep is actually meditation. And even when meditating, I replay all the couplets in my head.

Like playing baduk.

The number of all cases that touch you. Consider the number of all attacks and decide how to act.

“I’ll be back.”

Barbatos stood up.

Barbatos was the god of war. And there is no way war will stop in this world.

So there were humans in Middle-earth who believed in and revered Barbatos, the god of war and struggle, even at this moment.

But Barbatos had no reason to care about such people. If humans revered something, all they had to do was allocate divine power to it. That level of spiritual power could be covered with the refined divine power that he had built up in the temple up to this point.

From the beginning, Barbatos had no interest in the believers who believed in them.

The faith of believers was only used to maintain godhood. The admiration and awe I received in the beginning was very sweet. But that feeling immediately dulled.

god.

An inherently great being.

A complete being from birth.

Barbatos didn’t like the part that said it was already completed.

Something had to move forward. Only then could I endure these boring eons.

So I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the martial arts invented by humans. This is because it was an act that allowed me to feel like I could grow.

So, things like granting blessings based on people’s faith are left to the temple core created using divine power. He focused only on honing and polishing his radish.

As Barbatos learned martial arts, he was able to feel the enterprising feeling that God could also move forward. Because of that feeling, he rolled up his sleeves and took part in the war when the god who had first suggested starting a war in the divine world.

Beating up gods of equal hierarchy. That feeling of extinction. It was enough to awaken a peripheral pleasure that was thought not to exist in God.

Therefore, he was called by the gods by the name Tusin (鬪神), not by his original name.

Barbatos raised his right hand.

Damn it –

Tushin began to open the door to Middle Earth.

***

Hmm————billion!

A door opened in the continent’s firmament.

A being with black hair and red eyes walked out of the torn sky.

＜The god of war and struggle＞ Barbatos has descended on Middle-earth.

“Astes Empire.”

Determine the location of where prey lives. Right before kicking off both feet to cover the sky from top to bottom in one go─

Terrible-

Barbatos’ body stood tall in the sky.

Celestial eye.

He is the eye that looks down on Middle-earth and the Elyos Apostle. This is because the Heavenly Eye, the passage through which the so-called ＜Archangels＞ descend, was opened in front of Barbatos.

And five archangels with pure white bodies appeared in front of Barbatos with a flash of brilliance.

Barbatos opened his mouth.

“What are you guys?”

The archangels suddenly faced one of the evil spirits and looked at each other in confusion.

“I.”

Blah blah blah!

Vicious murderous energy flowed from Barbatos’ body.

“Isn’t this Barbatos asking? You bugs.”

“…….”

Five Elyos surrounded Barbatos.

Among them, there were three archangels. Two archangels with white hair. And an archangel with the same form as the Elyos that Yuma destroyed a week ago. The other two were Valkyries.

Yuma.

The fighting gods and Elyos who appeared in Middle Earth faced off, aiming for the same target called Yumara.

It was an instantaneous moment.