Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

Particles of rising magic.

Overflowing from me and Golroana's body, it interacted to push each other, sparks of war scattered.

The right hand of < Root Death Kill (Bebzud) >, stained in pitch black, protrudes into Golroana.

The guy who kneels unchanged and remains praying doesn't even show signs of avoiding that blow that approached the tip of his nose.

Relentless, black fingertips blew the Pope's face.

They tear the roots apart, and he turns them into dust.

"This is an underground ruin Riga Londro lol. All the past is engraved and the earth of traces."

Strictly trace god Liebalshned said.

If you do your gaze sideways, Pope Golroana presents himself in a position as he prayed.

Sure, the root that should have torn it to pieces, but it seems like nothing happened.

"Have you distorted time?"

And as he gazes into his eyes, and gazes into his abyss, he saith:

"Ruri. In the land of traces, we cannot reach the future. My followers, the life of Golroana remains engraved in the past and will never perish"

"Hmm. I mean, I should just get rid of you first"

"Ruri. But I'm immortal again. This is the order of the traces. It's the past of all things. No matter how many times you repaint the time, the fact that it was there remains the same."

Already past beings, records and memories mark the order of God.

To destroy him, it would be desirable to alter the past, but there is no winning chance of temporarily and magically challenging the god who presides over that order.

He was definitely here.

That fact makes no difference, no matter what.

And that is why the man who is the past is immortal.

It means you can see that Sellis tried to destroy a trace god while he was asleep.

"Let's ask, Liebalschned. Is it your purpose to swallow the lid into the womb of the dragon?

"I am an order that engraves records and memories. I've just carved out generations of Pope's prayers, pain, that wish. It is not I who chooses, but Pope Golroana, who has exchanged covenants. I only mark the path they have taken, the history of the world, into this body."

That sounds like a divine answer.

Is the singing of the Divine Dragon only the will of a historical pope who has exchanged covenants?

"Oh, incompatible, demon king on earth"

Golroana says as she sings.

"To a great blade of light, a trial will come upon thee, and his body will be cut asunder. Book of Marks, verse one:" Trial Resurrection (Azbev) "

Liebalschneid opens a pure white book in his hand.

I guess that's the Book of Traces. Wrapped in light, wondering if the book floated in the universe, it turned into a wave of holy sword.

The Spiritual Divine Sword Evans Mana.

Liebalschned got it.

I'm already inside between his swords.

Take a step further and pierce the Lieberschneid at the fingertips of < Root Death (Bebzud) >.

He gripped his heart and destroyed his roots.

"In an attempt to destroy the present, the past will not perish"

Rebalschned, who instantly regenerated his body, wields the Spiritual Divine Sword.

I wrapped the Four Realms Wall (Beno Yevn) around my left hand and tried to receive the blade, and I watched for a moment.

"Traces are blades."

It was as if it were a reproduction someday.

He waves down that holy sword, just like Ray.

""

A pure white light gathered in Evansmana and a visible light was emitted.

In one breath, countless blades of light slash and tear my body apart at the same time.

Faster than swinging it down, striking that sword strike countless times, decimating and killing fate.

Spiritual Divine Sword, Hidden,.

That blade cracks, rips my body open, and leaves a scar on the roots.

The blood of the Demon King corrosing the attack is also ineffective for the only Holy Sword born to destroy the Demon King.

He wraps around the walls of the Four Realms (Beno Yevn) and overcomes the sword attack of the Spiritual Divine Sword.

And so, at that moment when I tried to turn to counterattack...

"The marks are on the blade -"

Again, Liebalschned unleashes the secret of the Spiritual Divine Sword.

But not many times, he cleaves this body and sharpens the roots.

Even Ray wouldn't be able to serialize the secrets of the Spiritual Divine Sword so far.

Traces God blinked his sword flashes incessantly, not even saying his magic and strength were inexhaustible.

"From the traces of the world, I chose a blade that would destroy you. The enemy you admit, the brave Kanon, rolls out, it's an endless trial, < Trial Resurrection (Azbev) >. The blade repeats itself until you turn it into a mark."

Golroana makes a good voice.

"Hmm. Must be Ray's sword for sure"

Overlaying the walls of the Four Kingdoms (Beno Yevn), he captured all the swords unleashed countless times.

"But at the same time, this is not Ray's sword"

"... nooooo..."

Traces God roars.

My right hand certainly grabbed the body of the Spiritual Divine Sword that was swung down from the upper section.

"You can reproduce the traces of the past. This is not unlike what Ray released one day."

With the holy sword grabbed, the trace god rolls out.

But I grabbed it with the Four Realms Wall and sealed it up.

"That man's sword is a blade toward a future that grows every time you wave it. (i) I can't predict because every katana goes beyond the past. But your sword only looks at the past."

He can't wave a new sword because he's a trace god.

That is by no means Ray's sword.

"Did you think the blow of the brave man of the contradiction would reach you?"

Slash off the right arm of the Mark God with the knife of Root Death (Bebzud).

He threw down the Spiritual Divine Sword and threw a pitch-black right arm into his abdomen.

"" Demon Curse Necrosis (Degzzegd) "

When a black snake mole floats on Rebalschned's body, it snaps out as hard as it does not eat him.

A curse that storms the opponent's magic and leads to death.

God's magic bursts out and his body decays.

Try to force the magic formations drawn at the roots to peel off and pull through your right arm.

I took it out of my body, and I crushed it.

Moments, traces God's body completely decayed and weathered.

It's a shame, no matter what. If this is going to destroy you, you won't have a hard time.

"I saw the daimyo. Looks like we have to destroy this trace of earth first to destroy you."

This is the crazy world of the order of time.

Then it's not a problem to get some serious.

Put your hands together and draw multiple magic formations.

It was overlaid like a turret and directed toward Lieberschneid.

Black particles overflow from the magic turret.

Anos Voldigord, the Demon King of Atrocities, and Militia, the Original Magic that draws strength from Abernille, the God of Destruction, < Egil Grone Angdorore >.

"Nonconformist."

Together with his voice, Lieberschneid appears in a remote position.

In my hand, I still have the Book of Traces.

"Every trace is on my side. The magic of your trumpet origins cannot be used against you to order traces."

Black particles overflowing from the Magic Formation's turrets are misty.

The magic that I should have borrowed from the past disappeared.

"Oh, incompatible, demon king on earth. The past does not take sides with you. Now, this earth is the closed place of the future"

Golroana said to sing again.

"The greatest trial will come upon thee, the greatest doom in the world will fall upon thee. Book of Traces, verse VI:" World Collapse (Azael) "

The Book of the Traces of Liebalschned is opened, and that turns into a magic formation.

Drawn is the shape of a turret, from which black particles overflow.

Fragments of wild magic swirled like creatures and tangled in the turrets of the magic formation.

The aftermath alone shakes the earth of traces, and from the giant shelves that rush through heaven, ragged and countless books fall, dancing in the sky.

"Hmm."

"I'm a non-conformer. You don't think origin magic works for someone who borrows magic. But every past is on the side of the trail god Liebalshned."

Does that mean it will work for you too?

In light of the previous traces of God's order, it is by no means haphazard.

A magic turret set its sights on me.

"Let me give you a chance to confess. Pray to God and repent. You will be saved with it. Otherwise, you will suffer the doom of the world."

"Well, I hope it hits me well, but if you take it off, this trace of earth could disappear."

Golroana said without hesitation.

"As Almighty Brilliant as He Will"

Black particles draw a seven-piece helix around its turret.

An invisible crack in the bottom entered the earth of traces, which divided this world in two.

"Traces of Doom -"

Lieberschneid makes a heavy bass voice.

From the turret of the magic formation, an end fire emerges.

Its dark flames drew a heptagonal helix, which was shot out with a roar.

From the magic of its impending doom, the moment I tried to turn myself away, I learned to resist my limbs.

"Traces of Binding -"

A chain of transparency emerged from nowhere, tying up my limbs.

No, it was already tied up.

As if the past had been altered, before this moment my body was connected to the chain of origin.

Before I could pull it off, the end of the fire approached my body and burned up.

Burned by the flames that destroy the world, my roots come to an end.

But on the other hand, the magic swelled up.

"Rebalschned and this earth are immortal because it is the past of all things, that is, the trace of all things"

Golroana opens her eyes as she looks at me burned by the fire of the end.

"... why...?

He spills words all the time that I'm indestructible in an instant.

"It would be an indelible footprint, no matter how far back in the past"

I do my gaze in my own footsteps that I have made the earth.

"We can carve footprints on this earth, but we can never erase it. Then how do we destroy it?

Lieberschneid is staring at me as if I were doomed.

"Here's the answer"

Lift your feet gently and step on the ground again.

Then the footprints that were around him disappeared without shadows or shapes.

My footsteps with magic turned into such a giant footprint that it covered even this earth.

"You can wear a footprint bigger than this earth. The original traces are trampled and vanished, and the newly worn footprints cannot fit into this earth. Which means the traces are out of order."

"It becomes impossible. This is the land of traces where everything in the world fits in less. From the beginning of time, the trace to be here today is 700 million years. A vessel that repeats it only a hundred degrees, wow, the breadth of this earth. There are no greater traces in this heaven or earth than that."

Liebalschned speaks out harshly.

"But it's all about the past, isn't it?

Draw a magic formation at its own root trying to perish.

I was taking in the end fire that would destroy the world.

I'm sorry, but I'm on my way to the future.

Too much, but we seem to have made it.

My roots approach doom with the Egil Grone Angdorore.

That's a sign of an end I haven't felt in a long time. At the end.

In other words, it increases the light as the lamp is extinguished, and grams the lamp extinguished with its light.

I'm even more powerful at the magic of doom than it makes sense to apply to all roots.

The closer you get to doom, the stronger you become, and finally, overcome its doom.

The opportunity to receive the Egil Grone Angdoroa is unlikely.

So I dared to expose myself to it.

"It's a freshly made magic that's not engraved on your tracks."

The power of doom swallowed up in your body overflows.

The black flame of the seven helixes was all over me.

Quiet, I cast that magic.

"< Nirvana Seven Step Conquest (Gilliam Naviem) >"

The magic of releasing the magic of doom condensed at its roots, step by step, and instantly bottoming up my power.

Traces I headed to God and stepped out loosely.

Bottom up every power < Nirvana Seven Step Conquest (Gilliam Naviem) >.

With the release of magic, all I did this time was walk.

The first step...

All the bookshelves that stood on the earth, giant bookshelves, collapsed, and books describing the traces of the world were thrown into space.

One page after another is a trace of this world.

Countless shadows of people appear in the wilderness. And the next moment, he was crushed by my step, doomed without form.

The second step...

Dancing through the universe, many books fall apart, and countless pages splash.

There are flocks of creatures in the water, and birds and dragons appear in the sky as shadows.

Those traces were trampled on my feet, and all the creatures in the blind perished.

The third step...

The earth trembles, and countless pages of splash bounce and scatter.

When the lid disappears and the sky appears, the sun, the stars, and the traces of the moon float.

The shadow was crushed by my steps and destroyed by the sky.

The fourth step...

Fragments of scattered pages, fragments of traces were further fogged.

And the earth was broken to pieces, and the lake was depleted, and all manner of grass was withered, and perished.

The fifth step...

Traces of destruction are engraved, but again numerous bookshelves rise up on the earth.

When I wondered if they rocked heavily, they were stepped on but shattered in an instant.

The sky is crushed by my steps, and the shattered heavens are blinded overhead.

The sixth step...

The earliest traces of the earth, nothing but tread and shake violently.

The only light left in front of me was taken to my step, and the world closed to darkness.

Seventh step...

I just tried to carve up my steps and I stopped moving perfectly.

The earth of traces is disappearing, surrounded by a return to the cobblestone floor.

With this seventh step on the floor, the world has perished a thousand degrees and the change has come.

"Hmm. Seven steps and I made it with the magic of conquering even the earth of traces, but how could it be, it's a failure. If you walk seven steps, there's nothing left."

By the sixth step, the traces of doom were carved into the earth of Alan, and the earth of traces exceeded the allowable amount.

The world became unbearable and collapsed.

Unlock Nirvana Seven Steps Conquer (Gilliam Naviem) and I'll put my feet on the floor.

"... you know... things..."

While watching with that eye, and still incredible, Golroana has just a startling look on her face.

"... the earth of traces... made by God and a world of ruggedness... trampled..."

To Golroana, who groans, I said.

"The earth of God, which marks 700 billion years, couldn't stand my seven steps, either."