My Ability Is Role-playing

Chapter 484 - 478: [Humanoid Calamity], God-Slaying Blade

Fang Nuan and the Spirit of the Ring, separated by thousands of miles, were nearly killed by the sheer force of Gray’s divine power. Then, how must Ma Ran, who was at the epicenter, feel?

Apart from Su Qiangwei standing behind him, no one knows.

At least, even if Fang Nuan and the Spirit of the Ring stretched their imagination to the limit, they still couldn’t grasp the true extent of that divine power.

However...

Gray and the Prophet Ma Ran merely exchanged glances without engaging in combat, yet the overwhelming momentum clashed in mid-air, creating shockwaves throughout the heavens and earth.

Faintly, sounds of crackling thunder could be heard. Black lightning intertwined with red arcs, seemingly tearing space apart.

Though they stood high in the sky, the massive momentum field descended like millions of tons of steel, splitting the ocean in two.

"Holy shit!"

Fang Nuan considered himself a cultured person, but facing this situation, those were the words that escaped his lips.

"Spirit of the Ring, lend me some power! I want to travel the world, savor all the global cuisines, and I don’t want to die here!"

The childlike voice of the Spirit of the Ring echoed in Fang Nuan’s mind: "Stop talking nonsense! You think I want to die here if you don’t? Swim quickly! Don’t get dragged into the depths of the ocean!"

Using both hands and feet, Fang Nuan activated his inner qi to its limit, every cell working frantically, yet it seemed his efforts were in vain.

Wherever he started, after struggling for ages, he was still in the same place!

Boom!

The muffled sound of rolling thunder echoed, and blood trickled down his ears.

Fang Nuan suddenly realized that the terrifying "ocean chasm" had disappeared without a trace.

Instinctively, he looked up and saw that Ma Ran had engaged Gray in battle.

However, their movements were so fast, he could only see flashes in mid-air, unable to capture their trajectories or afterimages.

After a while of combat, only then did Fang Nuan hear the sound of metal clashing.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

This meant that Gray and the Prophet Ma Ran’s speed far surpassed the speed of sound.

Exactly how many times the speed of sound they achieved, Fang Nuan couldn’t discern at his realm, yet it didn’t stop him from gazing at the two with reverence.

Regardless of their positions, these two individuals stood at the pinnacle of billions of lives on Earth.

The battle’s mere aftershocks were more than Fang Nuan could handle.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of relief.

"Thankfully, this isn’t happening in a city, or else at least tens of thousands would perish."

"Such mighty beings are akin to ’walking calamities’!"

"Too ruthless!"

Fang Nuan came from a wealthy family, a person who enjoyed pleasures, having seen almost every non-trash film on Earth. Previously, he thought that with technological advancements, humanity’s fantasies about superpowers and extraordinary beings were portrayed with near-perfect realism.

It wasn’t until today that he realized how shallow his understanding was.

Only when placed in the thick of it, drifting like duckweed in the vast ocean amidst lightning and thunder, wind and rain ravaging, can one truly comprehend the heavy weight of the five words "top-tier Extraordinary One."

Fang Nuan was not an ordinary person.

With the "Golden Finger" Spirit of the Ring by his side, he was considered high-tier even among the Extraordinary Ones.

Even so, when Gray and the Prophet Ma Ran fought, from miles away, immersed in the seawater, staring at the sky, he felt unable to grasp his life, as if he could perish at any moment.

Watching the afterimages of Ma Ran and Gray in the sky, Fang Nuan couldn’t muster any courage or thought of pursuing them.

At this moment, inside Fang Nuan, there was only the feeling of "looking up at mighty mountains."

Heart stirred, with the ocean tossing him about, Fang Nuan numbly stared at the sky.

Bang!

Divine light shone brilliantly!

"Ah! I’m blind!" Fang Nuan painfully covered his eyes, tightly closing them, tears streaming down his cheeks into the ocean, unable to hold back a cry.

The Spirit of the Ring’s exasperated childlike voice echoed in Fang Nuan’s ear: "Idiot! I told you to protect your eyes with inner qi beforehand, didn’t I? What, you have no brain? Hmm? If you don’t need it, why not donate your brain to someone who does?"

...

Above in the sky.

When Ma Ran and Gray fought earnestly, displaying all their true abilities, Su Qiangwei instinctively backed away a little.

Yet, she remained cautious and vigilant, ready to assist Ma Ran at a moment’s notice.

What?

Two against one isn’t fair?

Against such wickedness, there’s no need to uphold chivalrous virtues!

This is called "righteous beatdown"!

However...

Judging by Ma Ran’s relaxed demeanor, it seemed like he wasn’t feeling much pressure and didn’t need Master Qiangwei, the ultimate teammate, for now.

"You deflected the Hundred Paths of Divine Authority."

Gray raised his right hand, grasping the air, as six floating divine artifacts transformed into golden dust, regrouping as if to form the ultimate supreme weapon.

He looked at Ma Ran, showing a hint of awe in his ice-blue eyes, slightly pausing: "Prophet, your talent, intelligence, wisdom, and strength exceeded all my expectations."

"A talent like you is worth me making an exception."

"I am willing to give you more opportunities."

To establish a Divine Country also requires Subordinate Gods.

The S-level Ability Users of India and France, Gray didn’t think much of them, merely as Divine Servants, granting them the honor of "Twelve-winged Angels" at most, nothing more ambitious.

Truly, he set his sights on Ma Ran, Su Qiangwei, Zhao Guanlan, and others.

Unfortunately, the War God is unyielding, not servable.

Zhao Guanlan, with an unclear relationship with Game Main God Xuan, impure in faith, was also on the must-kill list.

Ma Ran, however, was different from everyone else.

He is the Prophet, the God of Destiny, the Controller of the river of time that sees the future. If he could be taken in as a Subordinate God, he alone could surpass a hundred gods!

Ma Ran responded without hesitation: "Not interested."

Gray sighed: "Forget it..."

"As the one true God, I have no need for any Subordinate Gods!"

"Where I stand, there is the Divine Country!"

Ma Ran gave him a half-smile but didn’t respond.

Under Superpower Erosion, completely divinized thoughts, what to do?

At this time, the traditional art of "rescue" could come into play.

Grass Hut Academy’s Fearless Wu Di should have much to say on this.

After unifying the faith of half the Earth, Gray became dozens of times stronger, his combat power and authority grew more refined, incomparable to the past.

The difference is stark!

Now, Gray had truly matured to reach a peak level, worthy of the title "God."

Ma Ran cast a calm glance at Gray, closed his eyes, and held the Straight-Blade Tang Blade in reverse with his left hand. "A hundred cuts it is..."

"Then..."

"I’ll use this cut to send you off to the afterlife!"

As his words fell, the golden dragon on the blade seemed to come alive, moving along the blade’s edge, roaring thunderously.

In the next instant, a purple-red sword mark engraved itself on Gray’s body.

Pffth!

Purple-gold blood gushed forth!

Gray’s head flew skyward, a bemused expression in his eyes.

Barrier Divine Authority, Distance Divine Authority, Immortal Divine Authority, Vajra Divine Authority...

Numerous defensive protections from divine authority proved useless against this one cut from Ma Ran!

Beheaded with one strike, Gray completely lost the ability to fight or resist.

His body gradually turned to purple-gold dust, decomposed into the smallest micro-material, even smaller than atoms or quarks by billions.

Eventually, Gray’s body dissipated entirely between heaven and earth,

Yet, his head remained floating in the air, staring blankly at Ma Ran.

"What move was that?"