Illimitable Until Death

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! ”

In the deep pit with the wings of an angel hanging high, the wind in front of the bathing blood held the gavel in his hand and constantly burst into the square.

“Psst! ”

The hammer frictioned the thin chain that depicted a trajectory and hit the cross again.

In this moment, the attack has taken shape.

The raging wind rolled with crushed stones and dust, circling and striking into the square.

If it gets caught in the wind, then it's probably a truck that gets blown away and hung into parts, right?

However, this level of attack is too weak for the party.

“Boo-hoo! ”

Didn't even use the dead eye, the heel of the square turned into lightning and kicked heavily on the wind.

Amazing forces, like being detonated directly in the wind, let the wind kick out the whole way.

However, the wind ahead leaped behind the scattered wind and deceived itself into front of the square, as it had long anticipated.

“Die! ”

The next moment, the heavy gavel carries the whistling wind, facing the head of the square and slamming it hard.

This blow, if it landed directly on the ground, would definitely smash a rock bigger than man.

In response to such a blow, the square's eyes, instead of creating a wave, showed a little pity.

The spin flashed a small step toward the left.

Fast, leaving a shadow all around him.

“Bang --! ”

The gavel, which fell hard, fell on the shadow and blew it straight out.

Meanwhile, the square has reached out one hand, seemingly fast and fast, on the belly of the wind in front of it.

“Flash Sheath - Glasses...”

Powerful forces were instantly released from the hands of the square and turned into invisible shocks, blowing up in the wind ahead.

“Boom --! ”

The wind in front was struck hard, shaped to make a loaded bullet, flied backwards and hit a rock.

“Cough...! ”

Blood, coughed out of his mouth again.

“Shit... Shit...! ”

As if the wind in front would never allow itself to show tragedy in front of the enemy, even as it slipped off the rock, it stood on the ground with its trembling feet, grabbing the gavel and bursting with blubber.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! ”

The next second, the wind in front shouted furiously and rushed towards the square.

The eyes in the square became more and more compassionate.

“Boo-hoo! ”

Muffled sound, sounded again.

This time, the wind ahead was not blown away, but rolled on the ground, rolling out dozens of meters.

“Cough...! ”

But the wind ahead still hasn't given up, supporting the shaky body, struggling to get up.

That move was filled with extraordinary obsession.

Otherwise, the wind will never rise again.

But I'm tired of watching it.

“Is that enough? ”

I'm tired of talking.

“You're not my opponent at all. Are you still hoping for a chance? ”

Every member of the Right Seat of God possesses a powerful angelic technique that, by its very nature, can use forces beyond the grasp of mankind.

But the price of that power is not without it.

As I said earlier, humans are human beings because they have original sinful relationships.

The right-hand seat of God, in order to be able to gain strength, removes his original sins, but also detaches his nature from the realm of mankind.

Magic, on the other hand, is about the power that humans without talent use.

The nature of oneself detaches from the right-hand seat of God in the realm of human beings, and at the cost of the use of angelic techniques, ordinary magic cannot be used.

In other words, besides the heavenly punishment, the wind ahead has no power.

It is a force that can roll up the wind and wield the air pressure, but it is an attack of the gavel-shaped spirit in its hand combined with the nature of "wind" and "air", not the magic used by the wind itself in front.

In such circumstances, the threat of the wind ahead has been reduced to its lowest point by the ineffectiveness of the heavenly punitive technique as the largest weapon and the constant damage sustained by itself by artificial celestial influences.

On numerous occasions, the wind in front of us has fought from the front towards the rear.

If we want to kill the wind ahead, countless opportunities have emerged from the start of the war to the present.

There is no need to use a direct death demon's eye, no need to pull a knife, and with the words of the current STR (power) in square one, not to mention the human body, that is, buildings can be bombed, absolutely can make the wind in front to die no more.

The reason it didn't turn out that way was just to be merciful.

“I'm not interested in you. Don't make me kill you. ”

This is the real idea in the square.

Although the wind ahead is most likely coming towards Intix, it is now clear that the wind ahead is only aimed at the school city.

And the party has decided to wait and see before Aresta invites himself out.

If it weren't for the wind chopping off the ice, Fong Li would have left.

As a result, the wind ahead was rather tiresome and really boring.

But the wind ahead was shaking and climbing like it would never let go of the square.

“Who will bow their heads in front of you...”

Blood hangs from the corner of the wind mouth in front of you, twisting your face and yelling.

“Anyway, only this city, I must destroy it myself! ”

This is how the wind in front exudes the hatred in his heart.

“I hate this city! ”

“I hate science! ”

“Even my brother can't save science, I don't need it! ”

The roar of the wind ahead is all over the sky.

It is not obsession, but hatred that underpins its continuation.

Looking at such a wind ahead, the pity in the eyes of the side also began to disappear.

Knowing the original book also knows why the wind ahead hates science so much.

The reason is her brother.

When I was a kid, the wind in front of me and my brother went to the amusement park, and there was an accident, which put both of them on the verge of losing too much blood, and the blood type was too rare.

Finally, his brother gave the wind ahead the only chance of a blood transfusion to save him, and he fell asleep forever.

From that moment forward, the wind hated science.

“It's just a ridiculous reason to lose blood and declare it hopeless, that's what science is all about! ”

The wind ahead growled.

“So I'm going to destroy it! ”

After that, the wind ahead lifted the gavel high enough to roll the largest wind pressure ever, turning it into a whirring tornado, heading straight into the sky.

“It's the only ridiculous city built by ridiculous science, and I will never forgive it! ”

The wind in front shouting like this swung down the spiritual costume in his hand.

“Boom boom -! ”

A tornado burst directly into the sky, turning into an astonishing wind pressure, like a shockwave, shocking in all directions.