Isekai Shoukan wa Nidome Desu

- Whatever it is, you have to believe it.

……

From the neck of Clarisil, who was dancing in the universe, a torso appears.

regeneration, rather than believing that he had not been slashed from the beginning, so much so that Creacil was intact and legged to the ground.

"God, do you know how to settle in the battle?

"... God is a superior being close to conception. So..."

"I don't die of trauma. The only way to settle it is to seal it."

Clarisil looks into Setsu's eyes and talks.

"I'm sure you can't be killed by trauma, either."

Seth's crushed arm was back to normal.

As it shows, all trauma to God 'will have never been'.

"Which begins by carving the" Seal "… Come on, let's start the battle of the gods"

"Oh."

Creacil creates the sword again, and Setsu sets up the sickle.

Two gods bumped into each other and the world rocked.

Sword and sickle, one wave, two waves.

The island could not withstand the shake, which gave rise to the ground breakdown.

Three swings, four swings.

The weather was affected, clouds covered the sky in an instant, and it cleared up.

Five swings, six swings.

Impacts emanating from isolated islands affected the sea and caused a tsunami.

It's like a natural mutation.

Everyone felt the end of the world and looked up to the sky.

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- Look, Setsu.

Waving a sickle, I was remembering Destroia's words.

God can't kill you.

"What?"

I suddenly didn't know what they were talking about, and I was taken aback.

God can't kill you.

"... so how do you tell me to take it down..."

"Seal it! Seal them! Don't seal them up on your own! Just like Noon did to Creacil!

I'm glad they said that, but I didn't know how or how to seal it.

"You'll have to seal the creacille, too. Just..."

"Just?"

You can't use the seal.

I remember the hour stopped.

"How do you tell me to take down Clarisil!

"Yes! You can use Disappearance, but you still can't use Seal!?"

Sure, I don't remember [sealing] yet.

I haven't been taught in the first place.

How is this guy trying to get me to win if I don't have another month?

"Let's get this straight. It will take about a hundred years for a freshman to be able to handle the Seal."

"- 100 years!?"

I shouted out unexpectedly.

I thought I heard wrong.

"At the time of becoming God," Disappearance ", the initial step of divine moves, will be able to be handled. But beyond that, you can't learn until you've been a god for years."

"I really... can't you?

"Hmm. At least a hundred years. Sometimes it takes 200 years."

The clouds are getting pretty suspicious.

Now I can confirm that there is no effective hit on Creacil.

I'm not talking about just busting it.

"- Rest assured. I have a solution unique to you."

"Huh?"

"You are given the Gate as the power of Reaper. The metastasis gates that connect you elsewhere, that's not an example."

"... familiar"

When I said that, Destroia chuckled.

"You know Reaper. An old friend."

"Heh..."

"Anyway, the power of your Gate is so powerful that it's comparable to a seal. If you're just gonna open the gate, you don't need it for a week."

With that power, you might be able to kill God...

Destroia snapped, with a voice to the extent that it sounded critical.

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"I'm sorry, I can't use the seal."

"What?"

The two who were pressing each other took a distance by pushing each other.

To what Seth said, Creacil is astonished.

"Are you just here to be sealed?

"That's not true, is it? I wouldn't challenge you without a chance."

Creacil is pointing his surprise gaze at Setsu.

Setsu looked quietly at Creacil and slowly stuck out his hand.

"The power of the Gate given to the Reaper. Connecting the World with the World (Gate of the Universe). Connecting Location to Location (Transfer Gate)"

And...

"- Connect with Hell, Hellgate."

"Huh!"

Creacil tasted what he called chills for the first time in his life.

Instinctively, the body tries to lower itself, forcing it to stay.

"Open the gate now"

"Let it be!

"Fuck."

Creacil knew the existence of what he called the "Hell Gate".

That's why I messed up and grabbed it by Setsu.

He captures his neck, and Setsu is pushed down.

"It's too late"

"Huh!"

Setsu pointed behind Creacil.

Creacil looks back.

There was a black gate made of bones bound with chains.

Perhaps in the sunsets and winter truths that are human beings, the disastrous nature of this gate could only be judged by its appearance.

Creacil, God, has understood the essence of this gate.

This is something that should not be in the world.

"Hell's Gate" - Open the door.

Another, low bell sound echoes around the area from the time of the transfer gate.

The groaning noise also mixed in, and a black hunch began to drift around.

"Why can you use this gate?"

"How dare you, I look like a reaper. It's the power of Reaper, isn't it? This."

The bell sounds gradually louder, with which the chains of the gates come off.

And the door began to open, emitting severe and painful pressure.

"Beyond this gate is hell where the deceased spreads. Only the 'dead' can exist in hell. I mean, the living man who dived the Hell Gate..."

- - Forced to die.

"Ooh, ooh!

Creacil raised his roar and held Setsu's head back.

They're trying to activate the Seal.

But Setsu doesn't move.

Because I know it's too late.

"The deceased hates all things. Especially if you need to hate the living and try to take in the living around you if the gate opens. Even God can't beat direct death, can he?

"Close the gate!

He yells at Setsu in a strong tone, but the gate shows no sign of closing.

Most of the time, it's because I'm not willing to close it to Setsu.

"Live with the dead."

"Stop! Whoa!

The voice of the deceased echoing at the bottom of his belly.

The gate was completely cut open and a number of giant arms came out of it.

"Don't stop by!

Those start heading for Creacil.

Creacil took his hands off Setsu and looked back and created the wall.

But countless arms slip through it.

"Don't come!

"Unfortunately, resistance is futile"

Finally, Creacil's body is grabbed by his arm.

It was a creacille who twisted himself to escape, but several more arms were tangled together and he could not escape.

"Ha ha... let..."

Creacil's body is drawn into the gate.

When fully drawn to the gate, the door slowly began to close.

Behind the gate, there's a laugh of the dead.

"Goodbye, Creacille"

And the gate, closed.