Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

Slightly, I heard singing.

The sound of the mire grew louder, and the singing of the Divine Dragon began to sound just like earlier.

If Tomoguy ate a part of the Divine Dragon, a dragon covering the entire area of Geordal, it would be nothing more than a scratch.

I told Naya right away.

"It's dangerous out there. You should go back to Demon King's Castle."

"Ha, yes. I'm sorry. Come on, Tomo. Now make yourself comfortable."

Tomogui replies to Khurru.

With the dragon in his chest, Naya entered the castle of the demon king.

I jumped up and looked at Geordal from the universe.

The singing flame that was standing on all sides disappears softly.

I thought so, again from the same place east, west, north and south, the pillars of flame rose.

The singing flames collide violently with the < Creation Moon > created by Arcana in the canopy, and the snowflake junction it can descend, scattering sparks.

If we followed the magic line that was connected and turned our eyes on Rays' sight, we were already engaged with the troops of the Geordal sect who would shell the ground with singing flames.

The enemy won't be able to stop a battalion, a hymn in an instant, but is it a matter of time or something to dominate?

The singing of the dragon hinders the demonic eye and hides even the large troops.

Use the troops that are flashly shelling them for positive action, possibly there should still be a few battalions of ambushes lurking.

Somewhere in there, there is Pope Golroana, who commands the entire regiment. With singing flames, he's targeting the chance to shoot through the ground - yes, he wants me to think.

So I shot Midhaze.

Dillheid's most popular capital, even if I don't like it.

He wants me to be alert to singing flames.

The true aim is the singing of the dragon.

This is making a grand noise to make you think it's just a cover up for Geordal's troops.

But perhaps the singing voice cannot be hidden.

When the Divine Dragon, the dragon of sound, operates, it magically tries to cover it up, and the sound will sound loud.

In order not to make it seem unnatural, a magic shell was carried out.

The singing voice of the Divine Dragon is similar in nature to the dragon domain.

But if this is the dragon of sound, it's just a squeal, a by-product.

If you really are a dragon, you should be able to do something other than produce dragon areas.

It is likely that that is the purpose of the Pope.

I look into Geordal's eyes.

The work of the Devil's Eye is inhibited, but that's not so hard to find where the singing sounds the strongest.

On the contrary, you just have to find a place where you can't see the magic.

Looking over the country, to the west, there was a slightly magical point.

200 km from here, underground ruins Riga Londrol.

It flew west at full speed, sparing no loss of magic.

In an instant you arrive over the place, the Riga Londrol.

Loud enough to split his ear, the singing of the dragon was singing in multiple circles.

Keep descending, smash through the door, and I'll enter the underground ruins.

I go downstairs and down, but unlike when I came yesterday, I can't see the end.

Eventually, the underground sky appeared in front of me.

The lid is covering my head.

Traces I saw in God's dream, it's the wilderness of that book.

The endless earth is lined with huge shelves, far and away.

Standing at its center was a divine tribe with pure white books in its hands and rigorous costumes.

Trace God Liebalshned.

And it is Pope Golroana who kneels beside him and prays.

When I landed in the wilderness, I turned my gaze straight to both of us.

"Is it true that the trail god Liebalshned had already made a covenant with you?"

Throwing words, Golroana quietly opens her mouth.

"Yep. Traces God has been handed down to historical popes, the patron saint of Geordal. I have made covenants with Lieberschneid more than before I was chosen as the chosen God, the Gospel God Dordy Red."

The ground has been supported by the power of God. It's a possible story.

"The singing voice of the Divine Dragon is the dragon of sound. Further into the abyss, it forms a phonetic magic formation."

Something like a sound dragon that the phonetic magic formations are producing now and then?

Without breaking his praying hand and kneeling, the Pope opened his eyes.

Turn to him, go on, I said.

"The phonetic magic formerly used somewhere underground. Historical popes have echoed the phonetic magic formations that span the entire region of Geordal by picking up its traces, combining them and playing them over and over again. Take over the trace god Liebalshned, take over the classics, for the day to come"

Perhaps that's today.

"I don't know how long the singing of the Divine Dragon has been sounding, but I've been playing that phonetic magic formation constantly for over a thousand years, even with few quotes. Marks, that's all the great magic using God's order, maybe even miracles can be done easily."

With a pious face, Golroana says strictly.

"If Ahid hadn't disobeyed his teachings, you wouldn't have stood here right now"

No longer, I guess I'm not even going to hide it.

Keeping Golroana alive puts Dilhayd at risk, Agaha's prophet Diedrich said.

He didn't try to cut Syrah through to the end, and he wanted to stop me with artillery fire to the ground, because there must have been that prophecy.

"Instead of midhaze, the aim is dilhade. No, given the scale of this phonetic magic formation, everything on earth, something like that."

I threw my words at Golroana, who kept praying.

"Is it God's teachings that blow up that canopy, Pope of Geordal"

"In the womb of a dragon, if the king dragon who reincarnates man into a son dragon teaches Agaha, in the womb of a dragon, the god dragon who reborn the world is the one who teaches"

Golroana preaches teaching strictly.

"Swallow the world, conceive in the womb and regenerate it correctly. The use of God, who turns the borders of the ground and the earth into the sky, that is the dragon of God. Rain of grace falls from the reborn sky, and this underground will be reborn into paradise"

"Changing the canopy to the sky would mean attributing the ground to ashes"

"It only eliminates borders and reincarnates the world. Rest assured. No one who lives on earth dies. It is God's mercy to you who live in this world in a different country."

"I can't talk about it. You want me to lose ground and live underground? The same is true of life that can disappear now. Do you want paradise so much, Golroana, until you take away the happiness of the innocent earthly people"

"I thought you said you couldn't hold hands. We, even the same underground people, are divided and unable to understand each other with Geordal, Agaha and Gadeisiola. Not to mention the impossibility of being a people on earth."

The Pope is probably responding to my story because it takes time for the Divine Dragon, the phonetic magic formation, to activate. That's all we can talk about, we can buy time.

"It's pathetic."

"O king of the earth. The world is divided. That border between the ground and the ground, this separation, whatever it may be, will never be filled."

With unwavering determination, Golroana stares at me.

"You've seen the wilderness on one side until you got here."

In a quiet voice, the Pope says.

"With the grace of the Summoning Dragon and the Summoning God, the people beneath are alive. Conversely, you can't live without it. Compared to the grace of order brought to the earth, the grace granted to us is too small. Why is it that an underground people who have not sinned are less blessed than the people on earth?

The Pope inquired, and said:

"A frontier must not separate a person's happiness. Then there is no other way to eliminate the border. Live and live equally. God will make the ideal place for everyone a reality."

"Do you think what ever lived on earth could live underground because of the rain of grace? In the end, only injustice arises. Tell God. I think I lost it late. You shouldn't have built a border from the beginning."

I stared straight at the Pope and spoke forcefully.

"Why should those on earth pay for the bumps of failure that God has committed?

"Everything is for the future, whether injustice is created now or not. Even if it doesn't come true now, it is the Pope's duty to continue praying for centuries from now."

"Stop it. All that radical change can make is strife. People's consciousness cannot remain as if essential equality were born in this land. Whatever beauty you throw up, it is the one who has taken it and the one who has taken it. You're going to tie the people to a chain of resentment that lasts a thousand years."

I don't even think I'm a fool who doesn't know that.

I guess I'm trapped in something.

"If you want to change the world, you don't want to change it loosely. There's no shortcut other than to make tomorrow's life better than it is today."

"Did you say the same thing, even if you are the King of the Underground?

"Then tell the underground people the truth"

When I poke at the words, for a moment, silence comes to Riga Londrol.

"On the ceiling are demons, men, and spirits living in the same way as the people beneath them. Take away that grace and make it ours."

"This is the teachings of Geordal communicated to the classics. To bear sin, only generations of popes. It is my duty, the Pope of this land, to bear the sins of the people beneath me and to pray to them."

Close your eyes, Golroana prays deeply to God.

"Why should I taste the misadventure because of the difference in where I was born? I don't know what you think. If that's all you have in mind, if you want to go for the ideals of the world, don't pray to God and take this hand."

I walked in front of him and I reached out.

"I'm not the only one. Take your hand with Agaha and Gadesiola and many other countries. I promise. I can get to a somewhat better future than this stupid choice"

Golroana keeps praying, even as she does her gaze at the hand she has reached out to.

"Shooting through the canopy isn't too late for me to break my promise?

To that word, Golroana closes her mouth for a few seconds and thinks to pray.

And so the Pope opened his eyes, and looked to shoot me through, and said,

"... unfortunately, it was too late. It's already too late to even think about it. Today is the only day that the dragon wings into the true sky. I don't have a second time. All I believe in is Ex. God is the only one who can give this underground salvation."

I guess it is only at this time today that the singing of the Divine Dragon, its phonetic magic formations, which have long resonated with Geordal, works.

"My father, and my grandfather, and his father, all prayed for salvation, and ended up in this land. This teaching, which has been handed down by generations of Popes from the day the heavens came down to this day (to this day), this prayer, which spans 1500 years, has been entrusted to me for any patrol. We cannot attribute their prayers to nothing here and now."

The Pope raised his voice so that he was not going to concede an inch at a time.

"I have already come down from the judgment, let's do my last duty as salvation. Nonconformers, your will to destroy the selection referee is wrong. deny your God, bring you down from the Holy Throne of the Chosen, and I will deliver you."

"Ho."

"Anos Voldigord. Let me tell you that I am right, along with this prayer of 1500 years,"

"Hmm. You can try."

He drew a magic formation and dyed his hands black.

"My eyes dazzled in the years I prayed, and you all assumed it was right. 1500 years, it's no longer an easy time to start over. Still, what you really had to do was be brave enough to admit your mistake."

Golroana and the traces that lie beside him. Stare at God.

"I will smash your prayers, your God, everything, and teach this country. Your 1500 years in prison."