Wipe Out Everything With a Counter Attack Power of 10000000000

131. Flame (2)

Silmaria Continent, Balcares Empire.

The Balcares Imperial Palace had already been devastated.

The capital city is littered with the remains of collapsed buildings.

Even the barriers of small and medium-sized cities were mostly destroyed.

Areas that maintained their appearance in good condition were quite rare.

The eastern outskirts of Valhale.

A man with red hair was holding a long spear.

Blood was sticky on the window sill. The man, Argyle, had a deep murderous look in his eyes.

Crumbling… Krarak…

A huge black wolf-shaped beast was drooling.

＜Goddess of Dead Bones＞, her magical power and physical abilities were significantly enhanced due to the power of Angelica.

Gwangmahwa.

All the monsters and demonic beasts on the continent that Angelica was stepping on had become several times stronger in their wildness and demonic nature.

“Argyle…uh, what do you plan on doing?”

Argyle furrowed his brows at the words of the middle-aged man, steeped in fear, coming from behind him.

What should I do? I have to fight.

The new form of the wolf-type monster, Magef, advanced fiercely as if it were falling forward.

Argyle concentrated all the magical energy he could pour into the spear.

Wow!

He stepped down hard on the ground and hurled his spear. A fierce wind blew.

I swung my spear to death.

It was a spear that Argyle, 29, had been wielding since he was 9 years old.

Even jokingly, he couldn’t say that his talent was great.

I just told them to give up their efforts.

Enough to go from a lowly soldier to a centurion.

People around me said I was successful, but I knew best.

I don’t think the promotion had a big impact on my own inability.

What survived.

And it also allowed the soldiers to survive.

It gave its survivability a high rating.

The red airflow concentrated on Argyle’s outstretched spear and spread out like a gust of wind.

Kwagwagwagwagwagwagwang!

The good news is that

Could it be that his skills have improved exponentially as he overcomes several life-and-death crises in the suddenly arrived catastrophe?

The red wind created by Argyle, who had reached the level of master, pierced through Magef’s body.

Magef’s huge body slowly fell forward.

Argyle narrowed his brown eyes and approached Magef’s body.

“….”

To be precise, he approached his subordinate who was lying behind Magef.

Argyle’s brow furrowed.

A subordinate who had been calling himself captain for the past five years caught my eye.

The lower body did not exist. The appearance of a man completely intact from his waist to his head.

Argyle placed his hands on the ground.

coup… Wow

The subtle rumble of the ground flowed through the back of my hand.

There are a few more monsters nearby.

If we wait too long, they will attack again.

Argyle slowly raised his head.

“Let’s leave quickly.”

The survivors moved on, leaving the bodies behind.

To survive.

***

Gehergen Continent.

Astes Empire.

Yuma headed to the Martial God Temple.

A huge temple.

The ends of the pillars on both sides supporting the temple resembled swords and spears.

Since Yuma had given advance notice for half a day from the day before to prevent anyone from entering the temple except for those who had been summoned at the request of Roian, the temple was currently quite deserted.

talent… urg

Yuma opened the entrance to the Martial God Temple.

A hallway that is too big to be huge.

And one statue at the end.

“….”

The corners of Yuma’s mouth twitched slightly.

I was speechless for a moment when I saw the huge statue made in the image of myself. She felt no shame.

I was just taken aback because it turned out better than I expected.

A huge black statue was looking down at me with dignity.

Even at first glance, it wasn’t just roughly built, but a lot of craftsmanship went into it.

Yuma looked at the statue for a moment and then turned to the back.

This is because he clearly felt eyes looking at him from behind.

The person standing behind was Saint Ermel.

Ermel’s silver eyes were staring intently at Yuma.

“You’re here, Lord of War.”

Yuma nodded.

“I heard you had a hard time. Thank you for your good work.”

Ermel laughed bitterly.

“What is the trouble?”

Hestia, who was relatively free-thinking, often spoke informally to him, but Ermel was twenty-six years old this year.

“I just spread the divine grace that God of War revealed.”

God’s grace.

Yuma chuckled at the very saintly words.

“The rest. Are they all gathered?”

The saintess nodded.

“Everyone is gathered.”

The back of Musinjeon.

Even if it is a place created to honor oneself. Looks exactly like you. No, I didn’t want to give an explanation in the main building of the temple where this statue was made more like a god than myself.

“egg plant.”

“yes.”

Yuma and Ermel’s footsteps fell at the same time.

Yuma stood on the platform at the back of the temple. Each race group gathered together under the platform came into view.

Lycanthrope, elf.

And the Elyos.

It was not yet certain whether the Elyos belonging to the heavenly world would be able to fully accept their divine power as strength, but it was necessary to identify all the peculiarities of the troops that could be used.

That…

The sound of Yuma’s footsteps echoed in the martial temple.

Yuma felt the eyes of everyone lined up below the podium focusing on him.

Bell, Clone, Hestia.

and Haven, Bel’s brother.

I also saw some familiar faces.

Ella Brighton, 3rd Seat of the Empire.

In Yuma’s field of vision, there were also unexpected people who had not expected to come here.

Tisha, a mage from the Mulen tribe who came across the sea after receiving an urgent report from Hestia, caught my eye.

The remaining races could not be said to be small in number.

Archangel Garenmun and Valkyrie Brennhild, who could be said to be both arms of Heavenly Lord Arten, were in front of me. The number of Elyos lined up at the back, led by two, was close to thirty.

Sending down 30 battle-type Elyos meant that Arten, the master of the heavens, had used his power to the fullest. Faith in Yuma. It meant that the belief in what Yuma had achieved was clear.

Next to the Elyos, there were more diverse races.

The elves were standing in line behind the high elf Ruinerif, a great spirit, and the elf, Rosevice, who had achieved the level of a grand sword master.

The elf army is two thousand.

There were about 3,000 lycanthropes gathered, led by the great warrior Gale.

This is not a situation where you have to save a city on your own continent, Gehergen, but a situation where you have to save another continent.

From that perspective, I thought that although the number of troops was not large, the problem of numbers would be resolved over time. This is because the troops were recruited very hastily.

Yuma slowly opened his mouth.

“listen carefully.”

All the people and different races gathered closely listened to Yuma’s words without even making a sound.

“Right now, the five gods are invading Middle-earth.”

Yuma straightened his body and continued speaking as he looked around at each race who were concentrating on what he was saying.

“They destroyed Middle-Earth. They invaded Middle-Earth in order to restore it and raise their spiritual power.”

There is no need to awaken divine power in your body. The faith in the eyes of those looking at Yuma did not waver. This may be because Yuma’s inaction, which he had seen with his own two eyes, was so strongly implanted in his mind.

“There are two places that need to be rescued. The first place to be rescued is the Silmaria Continent. Because the location is close to the opposite side of the Gehergen Continent, I will arrive first as quickly as possible. With only the minimum number of troops.”

Yuma continued.

“We just need to get help as quickly as possible. Of course, some sorting may be completed before you arrive. In that case, we will contact you right away.”

Yuma finished speaking.

Right after that.

Someone raised their hand.

“Yuma-sama!”

Yuma’s eyes turned to where the shout came from.

The person who uttered that cry was none other than Ella Brighton, the 3rd Seat of the Empire.

“What is the purpose of this mission!”

Yuma let out a faint laugh at those bold words.

It was a point that pointed straight to the point that should have been clearly stated.

“It is the annihilation of all enemies.”

The strong wind gradually stopped blowing.

“As the main god, I will kill all five gods of the divine world who have invaded this middle world.”

Declaration.

It was the declaration of the only god of Middle-earth.

***

＜Goddess of Dead Bones＞, Angelica had the same god before her eyes.

＜The father of all giant soldiers and alchemy＞, it was Gulan.

He was a god who invaded the Silmaria continent with Angelica, and a god who already had a bad relationship with Yuma due to an issue with the Kingdom of Larsen, an ally of the Astes Empire.

Angelica said, furrowing her brows.

“You didn’t return to the God Realm either, right?”

Gulan, a god with the appearance of a giant golden golem, nodded his heavy head.

“…Yes, it was completely blocked. The passageway.”

Angelica ground her teeth.

“Mushin… That newborn baby who just turned from a human to a god seems like he has the intention of killing us… Do you plan to just sit there and suffer? Huh?”

Angelica stepped hard on the floor.

On the floor was a rug with a human face carved into it.

Constructing space with human skin and bones was Angelica’s vicious hobby.

The place where the two are currently having a conversation is the Imperial Palace of the Balcares Empire, where no one is alive.

Gulan looked at Angelica.

“Musin, are you confident in killing that guy? Angelica.”

“Golem. You know this isn’t a question of whether you are confident or not, right?”

The two gods, who were engaged in a useless war of nerves, suddenly stopped talking.

“….”

“….”

A bitterly cold wind.

This was a gaze.

A gaze looking for them from a very far away.

No matter how much he became a god, it had been a long time since he had spread the veil of divine power, the exact location of which could not be guessed.

It is the gaze looking at the curtain.

A low voice echoed in the heads of the two gods.

[wait.]