Chapter 1248: The Saint Annihilation Sect: Why Don't We Get a Protection Period?
While cramming "Strike the Blood" in the Konosuba World, Eiji was shocked by the strength of this world's vampires.
They were incredibly weak.
Putting aside factors like familiars, the vampires in this world were truly pathetic!
Basically, destroying their hearts or brains would kill them. Only the three True Ancestors were genuine immortals, but even True Ancestors needed several hours to recover from such fatal wounds.
Especially in terms of physical ability, among all demon tribes, vampires were the absolute bottom tier!
Take Kojou Akatsuki for example—he even needed a running start to cross a sea surface less than ten meters wide.
The physical weakness of this world's vampires was truly evident.
Even for True Ancestors, only their familiars were powerful.
The True Ancestors themselves couldn't be considered strong—at least their close combat abilities were quite weak (excluding Giada, who had trained in martial arts for thousands of years).
Ultimately, why did national organizations like the Lion King Organization believe they could kill True Ancestors just by developing the Divine Oscillation Wave Activation Art?
That's because the True Ancestors themselves weren't strong!
That was simply the truth!
Little-known fact: When the Fourth True Ancestor killed the Sinful God Cain, he also used the Divine Oscillation Wave Activation Art!
Naturally, Asama Tatsumi could only form this impression of True Ancestors.
No matter how strong the Fourth True Ancestor was, it was only thanks to his familiars.
And then.
His worldview was shattered.
"Why can a mere vampire tear apart bombers with his bare hands?!"
Asama Tatsumi felt his entire mind descending into chaos.
The shattered bomber reformed into a black sphere, then immediately extended cannon barrels and legs, transforming into a bipedal tank in the blink of an eye.
The tank slid on four wheels, drifting amid sparks while its top-mounted cannon barrel unleashed countless black bullets like a Gatling gun.
"Ha."
Eiji chuckled lightly.
He took another step, his figure suddenly vanishing.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of the tank, the bullets completely missing their target.
"CRACK!"
Eiji grabbed the tank's leg—with a crisp sound, all four wheel axles were torn off.
"What's wrong? Weren't you just saying you'd take it by force?"
Eiji laughed arrogantly as he threw the tank to the ground like trash.
"Why are you so wilted now!"
"Tch!"
Asama Tatsumi gritted his teeth and stabbed his spear into the ground.
Suddenly, the black spear tip spread like rising ground spikes, rushing toward Eiji's feet.
"Hah!"
Eiji sneered.
He sidestepped to avoid the approaching ground spikes, then delivered a kick.
Asama Tatsumi only saw a blur before his eyes—his body flew back uncontrollably like a bullet, crashing through over a dozen towering trees. His internal organs churned violently as if in a washing machine, his vision darkening as if he saw the path to the underworld.
"The weapons controlled by the Saint Annihilation Sect are called Otherworldly Magic Tools. As the name suggests, they're magic tools created using otherworldly power, possessing the ability to nullify all power and mechanisms based on magic—they can even resist spiritual energy attacks."
Eiji looked at his opponent with complete contempt.
"If used properly, even a True Ancestor would suffer at your hands. Unfortunately, interdimensional magical tools are particularly vulnerable to pure physical attacks!"
No matter how powerful a familiar beast might be, it becomes utterly useless when facing the interdimensional magical tools of the Saint Extermination Sect.
Even the familiar beasts of the world's strongest Fourth True Ancestor would be trampled when confronting this pitch-black Aurora, as proven by the Golden Lion and Crimson Twin Horns.
If the timing were just a bit more precise, using this interdimensional magical tool might even allow the Saint Extermination Sect to annihilate a True Ancestor!
Even Giada regarded them with serious attention, which speaks volumes about their threat level.
"Even more unfortunate is that you've encountered me!"
Eiji laughed arrogantly.
Too bad for them, they had run into a True Ancestor who didn't rely on familiar beasts and could pummel them with his fists alone!
"If you've got the guts, don't dodge this strike either!"
Anza Tatami gasped heavily.
Suppressing the taste of blood in his chest, he viciously thrust his spear toward Eiji!
Suddenly, the ground turned pitch black.
The dark Aurora on the spear spread like a stain, rapidly expanding across the ground in all directions!
In no time, the Aurora reached Eiji's feet.
A swamp-like sensation emerged beneath him, as if the dark Aurora contained another world—one that, once sucked into, would never allow return.
"Boom—!"
Eiji's body shuddered.
A massive surge of atmosphere rushed outward like a shockwave.
A fierce sword intent, manifesting as energy, transformed the surrounding air into sword pressure. A suffocating sense of oppression swept through the area.
Caught off guard, Anza Tatami was violently blown away by the raging sword energy.
The tangible pressure of the sword energy severed all trees within a hundred-meter radius. The concrete ground cracked like a spiderweb, and the soil sank nearly a foot deep!
The dark Aurora that had been spreading toward his feet vanished in the blink of an eye.
"So this is interdimensional erosion? Forcing anything that enters to be teleported to another dimension, from which no one can return. Quite the ambitious idea!"
Eiji's face was full of mockery.
"I didn't dodge, but you're just not up to the task!"
The interdimensional realm exists in outer space beyond Earth. Once transported there, no matter how skilled one is at spatial control, returning is impossible.
Throughout history, only one person has ever returned from the interdimensional realm: the Sinful God Cain.
Aside from him, everyone else has been trapped there forever.
The technique itself isn't bad—it's just that the user is too weak!
Anza Tatami lay on the ground, unresponsive for a long time.
His entire body's energy was in turmoil, and being struck head-on by the sword energy pressure, even with the protection of the interdimensional magical tool, his body couldn't withstand such a powerful impact. He had long since lost consciousness.
Right up until he passed out, he remained puzzled.
Strange, aren't I the Boss?
Why don't I get any invincibility period?
In the sky.
A flying dragon cloaked in dark Aurora clung tightly to Greta's tail like a sidewinder missile. No matter how hard Greta flapped her wings, the dragon remained right behind her.
"Da!"
Greta let out an annoyed cry.
"Don't you have any skills like Dragon Breath or something?"
Kojou Akatsuki, clinging to her back while resisting the fierce headwind, shouted his question.
"Da!"
Greta cried out dejectedly.
Though not explicitly stated, the answer seemed quite clear.
She had slept for thousands of years, even forgetting why she was inside the black shell—how could she possibly remember what skills she possessed?
Besides, she was a Marsh Dragon! No matter how you thought about it, she had nothing to do with fiery skills like Dragon's Breath!
"Whoosh!"
The sound of an arrow cutting through the void came from below.
The azure spirit arrow struck the wyvern's back squarely, yet it didn't even stir the slightest ripple.