Hakai no Miko

When the witch's head pulled the mountain knife against her neck to the side, a lot of blood flooded out.

The sacrificial rabbit, which had been put to sleep by medicine, just like the Ethereal Horse, scratched and slashed his throat, did not make a single ringing noise, just small spasms (convulsions) on his body.

The witch head draws a large circle with raven blood around the pale horse. Additionally, when he put the remaining blood on his fingertips, he drew complex texts on the sleeping Ethereal Horse's forehead and cheeks.

And when the small incense furnace, fangs, bones, etc. were handily arranged like a few beads to connect the ornaments, etc., the witch's head sat down to raze beside the lying Ethereal Horse.

From the incense furnace lit, amidst suspicious smoke and smell, the witch's head looks up to heaven and raises a voice of good prayer.

"To the God of the Great Beast, my faithful witch's head, I lay down here and pray for you!

People don't have supernatural powers.

But I can pray. That prayer reaches God, and if it is accepted, God will wield His power.

And this Maha Genovandela is a land that collects fear from Zoan, equal to or more than the holy place Loro in the Sorbiant Plains. Wonderful power dwells in the land that man fears and reveres. Such lands are also easily visited by gods who avoid unnecessary interference in the world of men.

No one will be disturbed here, and no one will see you again, and you will be able to deliver prayers to God.

"Come on, I'll let you watch everything you got."

Perhaps the god of beasts, too, should be very interested in this boy. Then there is a pretty good chance that the god of beasts will show you that miracle.

"First there is the original God of Creation! The only one and almighty God of Creation, whose loneliness causes his life to die and gives birth to the Seven Pillars of Gods! That's..."

It tells the myth of Genesis and forms a place for God to descend into this land.

Shortly after he began to pray, a small statue picturing the god of the beast began to tremble with a clatter. The vibration becomes louder and more intense. Along with that came some powerful signs.

The god of beasts has descended upon you!

The witch's head is stunned as she continues to pray.

Thought the god of beasts would show interest too, but I didn't expect a reaction back so soon. That is so much evidence that the God of the Beast is showing an interest in this boy.

Besides, that's not all.

The acute sensation of the witch-head felt five other signs of mighty existence. Moreover, they are mighty signs that have no faint colour whatsoever, even compared to the signs of the god of the beast, which the witch knows well.

Definitely. These are the other seven-pillar gods.

It is not only the God of the Beast, but perhaps even the God of the Five Pillars, with the exception of other human gods, who are gathered here.

This will ensure, succeed!

Even though he appeared to the other seven-pillar gods, stunned, yet so convinced, the witch's head can add more heat to the voice of prayer.

And the moment that fever culminated, the witch-head's vision dimmed.

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There, it was dark.

No, it's not dark. It's covered in black. As soon as I realized that, I tried to pull back and my vision expanded.

There it was, a big black flag. The big flag that was dyed dark like the dark night was blocking sight.

Is it on a mountain somewhere? The big black flag in the strong wind made a loud noise and hung.

In the center of its pitch-black flag is a design that combines 8 and ∞ of numbers in silver thread.

That is definitely the engraving of Aura, goddess of death and destruction.

So is this flag the flag of that boy named Soma?

When the witch's head looked closely at the flag, so doubtful, the flag faded slightly, as it had been used in for many years, and was soiled with mud and dust. All that or by the way, there are scratches like cleavage with a blade, even arrows that stand still.

But the witch's head was stunned by the fundamentals of the flag.

There was a tremendous number of skeletons stacked in it, and they made mountains. The wreckage that piles up there can be human, some things like Zoan and Dwarf. They made their whole bodies like halibut with countless arrows, breathless.

But that alone wouldn't have surprised the witch-head.

What amazed the witch's head was the look on the faces of the dead.

What is on their faces is not a distressed look distressed by pain. Not to mention not a look of despair at the loss of one's life.

There it was, a laugh of joy.

An arrow stood all over his body, but the faces of the dead stacked there were engraved with a distinct laugh of joy.

To that unusual sight, the sight of a flashing witch-head darkens again.

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Next, the sight spread before the witch's head was a huge city lit by the scorching sun.

It is a city as huge as can even be imagined by witch-heads who only know how many people live in the plain world.

Radially spreading from the center of the city is a street so wide that many carriages can be lined up next to each other. Along both sides are houses made of bricks. Amongst other things, is the large building a temple? At its entrance stood a giant statue built of bricks piled up again to keep an eye on the city.

And what surrounds such a city is a huge wall high enough to look up. Because of its height and thickness, it is enough to even feel surrounded by mountains.

I could hear the sound of a gobbling atmosphere from somewhere in the ears of a witch-head that was overwhelmed by the sight of this robust and gigantic city. Then the sound shall be louder, and it shall be till the earth shall be shaken at last.

And the next moment, the wall collapsed.

The walls of the city, which were so huge and thick, suddenly collapsed with a fierce noise.

Besides, that doesn't end there. From the collapsed wall, plus the building that was in front of it starts to collapse. With the atmosphere trembling and the ground ringing, the palace, the statues of the gods, the houses, and the walls crumbling.

The sight seemed as if an invisible giant were breaking down the wall and pushing over as he snapped down the building.

Behind the witch-head, who had no choice but to stare blindly at the collapsing township, there are signs of people.

"Hey, what do you mean! The rest of the city! The rest of the temple! The rest of the wall! Everything falls apart!"

I can't see him, but the voice made me wonder the color of fear.

"Is this really what people do?! Is it what people do?!"

To the words, the witch's head is stunned.

The collapse of the city, which is still happening in front of us, is not a natural disaster, but something that someone exchanged.

"Are you a god?! Are you a demon?! Who are you?!"

As the cry goes, this is exactly what God or the devil does.

With any power whatsoever, you can cause the collapse of a city that should be called a natural mutation?

The witch-head, who thought he was no longer full of surprises, is even more stunned by the next cry.

"Son of Destruction!!"

The witch's head doubted her ears at the cry that it was the Ethereal Horse that caused the collapse of this city.

It is not very believable that humans caused the collapse of a city that only seems to be the work of God or the devil because people are just good.

But soon to figure out that truth, the witch-headed consciousness is flown to the next sight.

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There was so much silence around that my ears ached.

It is a plain of nowhere to be seen. It wasn't long after dawn, yet, when the white silky mornings drifted loosely around.

But it's too quiet.

No matter how much morning, it was too quiet there. I can't hear it as one bird chirping. All that or I can't even feel the breath of a bug that should be somewhere.

At that time, the wind blew out all over the place.

…… Is this...?! "

A peek from beneath the mornings cut off by the wind was countless wreckage.

Many of them are human soldiers in armor and swords never seen before.

But that's not all.

Wherein the horses and even the cattle were out of breath, and exposed their wreckage.

A faint noise was heard in the ears of the witch-head breathtaking by that unusual sight.

Turning his eyes over there, there was the figure of a soldier of one man who took his sword instead of his cane and walked in powerless footsteps.

Something. From the indefinite eye of the soldier's point of view and his rough breath, it also appears that he has come to some anomaly in his spirit.

And from its mouth was dripping bright crimson blood.

"A curse!

The soldier screamed as he splashed blood bubbles from his mouth.

"People, horses and cows are dead! Everything's dead! Everything's rotten! The sword, the armor, the helmet, they're all rotten! Terrible! Terrible demon power! It's a curse! It's a devil's curse!

The nasty number of bodies rolling here didn't just get killed.

He was killed by some horrible force.

How the hell did you kill so many humans and animals?

The witch's head imagines its power and shakes her body in fear.

"I didn't come here! I wasn't trying to defeat such a horrible guy!

And the soldier, with his blood, shouts his name.

"Son of Destruction!!"

Was the cry the soldier's last breath? The soldier made sure to be frowning on the spot, and when he fell bated, he became a companion to the wreckage that spread over the earth.

And then again there's so much silence around that my ears hurt.

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Next time the sight spread before the witch's head is like a room in a hall made of stone somewhere.

Whether it was night or in the dim room, the mountains, which were stacked with mess, were seen as shadows.

It is a human man who sits deeply in a luxurious chair placed in that room.

"People feel the shadows on us?!"

A witch-head who is not familiar with his human identity, but the clothes the man wore were variously designed with gold and silver threads, which made him seem like a fairly high-ranking human being.

"Then what the hell is he you serve! I can feel it. Ah, his darkness! Ah, his bottom. The darkness!

But the face was bright blue and blue.

And in contrast, the red looking liquid is flooding out of my mouth and dyeing my chest black.

"Ah, he's insane! There's no way he exists! It can't be good to exist!

A man complains as he burns the fire of his last life, which is no longer about to go out.

"He's the darkness! He's the monster!

The man threw up red liquid all over the place.

"Son of Destruction!!"

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The witch's head was confused.

The sights that are reflected before one eye after another are all incredible.

This boy named Soma was right, he understood as a witch-head that in order for Zoan of the Plains to win the future, a great sacrifice would have to be made. And it's not hard to imagine that tragic events will occur there if we fight against those who believe in the ecclesiastical religion who seek to exclude the Zoans from the race.

But the sights so far visioned by the witch's head were all far beyond her imagination unusual.

And what we have in common there is an unusual until fear of that boy known as the Son of Destruction.

But every sight I have ever seen is the perspective of those who are hostile to the Ethereal Horse. The fact that in one clan a warrior who is glorified as a hero, in another clan a resentful enemy, remains that he is also Zoan.

Besides, it is Fagle Garguz Shemr, the "Elegant Fang" known to the plains for his name at that altitude, who is always following that boy. There is no way that she would obey a promise, even if the other person were to say her "you under the umbilical". Even if the other person is your "you under the umbilical" - no, it's only if you're "you under the umbilical" that she can't forgive the outrage.

The witch-head who thought so asked for the future Zoan figure in his visions.

Then, once again, a new vision appeared in front of him so as to respond to that question.

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Zoan's warriors, who sat down a small incendiary fire, surrounded them.

From where all Zoan is wearing the protection and makeup of the battle, it is possible to go to battle somewhere or be exactly in the middle of that battle.

But is it a loss? On their faces, dark shadows were creeping.

One of them spilled a bump.

"His Majesty was, after all, the son of a goddess of death and destruction..."

The witch's head is puzzled.

Who the hell are you talking about, Your Grace?

When it comes to the Son of the Goddess of Death and Destruction, I just think of that boy named Soma. Does that mean he'll really be interested in the country in the future?

But it was the sentiment of fear that somehow I could feel from that tone, even though I called him Your Majesty and revered him.

One of my buddies whispers to him, "Don't". But Zoan's mouth won't stop complaining with his voice trembling.

"Kill me so much, kill me, kill me, don't you still get tired enough, that one?

Again, my buddy says "stop" slightly stronger than earlier. But it still doesn't stop.

"If you had that one, you would have stopped Master Soma..."

Besides, a warrior yells at me that I've been paying attention to with a small voice.

"You just had to say something about those who were gone already!

The scene calms down.

Both the warrior who was crying and the warrior who yelled at him, he turned to his face and shut up. In awkward silence, I can only hear the sound of a patch and fire starting.

After a while, someone shrugged small.

"... Your son"

What the hell is this all about?!

The bewilderment of the witch's head deepens.

What the hell does it mean to be gone?

Who the hell are you referring to?

What the hell happened? What the hell did that boy do?!

And in front of the witch's head, the flames jumped.