A black particle centers on Graham's body, drawing a seven-piece helix.
They turned into dark flames and swung up loudly.
As soon as possible, a good amount of scarlet red thunder overflows from Graham's body.
Mixed with scarlet light and slightly scattered are dark firepowders.
Destroying the world, he plunged Graham's roots, into its depths.
The roots up to that stubbornness and the scarlet red thunder are holding inside his body so that the fire at the end does not destroy the world.
Still, it should be noted that the slightly scattered black firepowder descended on the vast amount of purple electricity that struck, the < ash purple extinguished lightning fire electric field (Lavia Geeg Gavelizd) >.
The purple electric magic formations that cover me flame instantly, turn black ash, and collapse in tears.
Vision stains bright red.
It's the glow of thunder that overflows like blood.
Scarlet-electric red lightning erupting in all directions, squeezing out the root magic, shoots through the walls, floors, and ceilings between the holy thrones, causing fragments of rubble to descend.
Eventually, the red thunderlight disappeared as if it had exhausted its power.
At the same time, the end fire quietly extinguishes.
Graham is letting that body loose, pierced by my right hand.
The roots are doomed.
At the earliest, I feel no magic whatsoever.
"Here."
The body of the loose shell moves without even the slightest magic.
The hand did grab my arm.
"I will not perish. It would look a lot like you, wouldn't it?
My body is moving that can't possibly move.
The roots have not been destroyed by the direct blow of the World's Destroying Ashes Cannon (Egil Grone Angdoroa).
No, precisely, the roots that should have vanished and disappeared, the empty roots that should have no power whatsoever, somehow, are there.
"< void void void (nuerienu) >"
Graham's body faded and eventually disappeared completely.
As always, the magic is zero.
No matter how much you try to gaze at the demonic eye, you can't see the power.
But I jumped out big.
"Hmm."
I have no sense of the fingertips that were piercing his belly.
Slightly slow to retreat, or about a millimeter shredded.
The fingertips, which concentrated on the Dark Thunder Emperor (Girasud) and the burning fire (Aviastan Giara), could not resist anything and were forced to extinguish it.
In the fight against Aegis, Graham's roots disappeared once.
When he was resurrected after that, he had made the Red Blood Demon Spear disappear easily.
If I hadn't seen that one, they might have taken every arm.
I turn my eyes to the place where he was.
The roots disappeared, even the body disappeared.
But he's definitely there.
"Something like nothing."
Nothing exists and is active there.
"You got it."
Out of nowhere, Graham's voice sounds.
He seemed not to have heard from anywhere on this occasion, and he was imprisoned by the illusion he was hearing from everywhere on this occasion.
"Yes, as your roots are doom, my roots are nothingness. The closer we get to doom, the more power we exert and return to what we are"
Slightly, Graham's body was visible.
The man returned to nothing by the Egil Grone Angdoroa regained his original power.
And you have regained your original power but are therefore no longer nothing, and you are about to return to what you were before?
Eventually, the nothingness of < void void void (nuerienu) > disappeared completely and Graham stood there.
"It's a funny story to have something that isn't there. But don't you think it looks a lot like you?
If you blow it, you say thin words that fly, and he asks.
"Born with doom, with you"
Keep your gaze on him, and I'll return the words.
"So?"
Graham draws a magic formation with both hands.
"To my mind, I have always been outside the logic of the world. Sometimes the gods will target me just like you. [M] Aganzon, the Frenzy, is one of them."
A light gathers at his fingertips and a selected alliance bead appears.
"" Selected Summoning of the Divine Heavenly Gate (Guara Nate Forteos) "
Magic formations that are laminated on selected alliance pearls.
A black and white light interspersed with divinity and scourge paints a letter, and that messes it up.
At its centre, it was the young boy wearing Tsugi Hagi's clothes who appeared.
He is squeezing a single blade pen into his hand.
"Now he's my servant."
Aganzon draws a magic formation with a feather pen.
When I wondered if its body was wrapped in light, the Frenzy God turned it into countless letters so that Tsugi Hagi's clothes could be torn.
It's magic letters.
They are in regular order, in rows, and draw the magic formation to the left and right of Graham.
From the center, a creepy sickle pattern appeared.
"Raggedy Sickle Befenuguzdogma"
Grabbing the pattern, connecting together, he spun the Great Sickle curly as he cut the space.
"Have you turned Aganzon into a magic tool?"
"You had something in common here, too. It looks just like you turned Abernille, the God of Destruction, into the Demon King's Castle Delzogate. We're acting similarly, even if we don't measure it."
Unlike me, who took the order of destruction, I think I left Aganzon's order behind.
"You are also outside the logic of the world. So much so that the gods call me a non-conformer."
"What's wrong with that?
Graham had a delightful look at no time.
It's like finding someone to talk to for the first time.
"Where do you think we're from?
"I'm not going to argue philosophy with you"
With a purple-dyed demon's eye, he stares at the confused god sickle.
"No, this isn't philosophy. Talk about the world, talk about order, talk about magic. We are outside the logic of this world. We're the only ones. How could you be out of this world order, out of that framework?
Likewise, using the power of Celis Voldigord, he stares back at me with his purple-dyed demonic eyes.
"It doesn't matter what you think, does it?
Graham sparkled, befenuguzdogma the god of turmoil.
That blade, which housed the power of the Frenzy God, tore his arm in disorder and dripped blood.
"Oh? It's a hassle."
"Think boring"
Kick the ground, and I'll approach him again.
He accepts the fingertips of the stuck Root Death Kill (Bebzud) with his Sickle Blade.
"Really? For example, don't you think? What makes sense to us is proof that there's something out there in this world. A higher order works there. Our roots happen to flow from the outside with some mistake."
Wrap < Demon Black Thunder Emperor (Girasud) > around the black right hand, and grab it all the time, but the messy God Sickle will not frighten you.
"So maybe my heart is a little different from people's. Perhaps this world seeks hatred and ugliness in a boxyard of contradictions created by someone"
In a mild voice, he said.
"You don't mind messing up what's here, do you?"
"Perhaps delusions."
In addition, it overlays and crushes the blade of Gushi and Befenuguzdogma.
"I don't know if it's the boxyard or the outside world. I assure you that's all. Your heart is rotting, not because of anything else. You're rotting yourself."
"I think so. But I'm sure you're just like me."
Reflecting glitter and light, countless fragments of shattered scatter dance.
That was the moment I fell to the floor - my whole body was slashed and torn, and blood overflowed.
"Did you think if you crushed the blade, you wouldn't be slashed?
When Kuru Graham rotates the Great Sickle, its blade is restored back to normal.
"Build up hatred and ugliness in your beautiful heart, and we'll see."
Behind my neck, a blade of befenuguzdogma was poked at me.
"Impossible"
"Really?
Draw a magic formation in front of you.
A messy god sickle ran and made my neck easy.
"Didn't you think you were going to die when you got your neck splashed?
He grabbed my flying neck and smiled.
My body is in despair due to the order of the messy God Sickle.
Trying to draw a magic formation, but magic doesn't work.
"Did you think < resuscitation (ingual) > could be used even if only at the root?
He's got his neck all over me. I'll match that demon eye.
"In front of the messy sickle, everything is disorderly. Things don't happen, things don't happen."
As a matter of course, Graham says.
Like responding to my words I haven't even heard.
"I know. Still, you will not perish. The closer we get to doom, the more radiance its roots increase. As I return to being after nothingness, you overcome doom."
Rotated the big sickle around, and he let it go.
"So I won't destroy you."
A messy god sickle returns to the figure of Aganzon, the frenzied god in Tsugi Hagi's clothes again.
"I'll reincarnate you in. Aganzon's mother, who continues to disturb the order and never to be born again."
On my neck, he painted the Magic Formation of Maternal Rebirth.
A magic formation emerges in Aganzon's belly, where the surgical ceremony was already embedded, as well.
My body collapses, it becomes a particle of black light, and it ascends to heaven.
His neck turns into the same black light.
"You should watch it all the time by your side. What I'm about to do. The world you loved will be repainted with hatred and ugliness."
With a friendly look, he said.
"Whether it takes 10,000 years or 20,000 years. I'll show you, Anos."
The black light disappears completely and the magic of < Maternal Rebirth (Gigerica) > is activated in that way.
At that time...
On Graham's face, a shadow fell.
A shadow big enough to cover everything in this place.
If he looked up over his head, he could see the underground sky from the ceiling where the wind hole was emptied by heavy fighting.
But I don't see the lid that's supposed to be up ahead.
A giant castle is blocked directly above the Averast Anzetta.
"Delzo Gade -"
At the same time as his grunt, something went to the avelast-anzetta and was ejected.
Through layers of floors and ceilings, between the lowest ecclesiastical thrones, it fell.
"-"
It was the long sword shining in darkness that pierced the frenzy god Aganzon.
It's Venuzdonoa, the sword of righteousness.
The shadow of Venuzdonoa reflected on the floor changes from the shape of a sword to a human form.
The shadow became three-dimensional, stood up, and held the sword of reason.
"Did you think you'd be reborn because you reincarnated him?"
The shadow flipped and there was the same look of me there.
The Reaper Sword destroyed Mother Rebirth and also destroyed the disorder of the Sickle.
"... aah..."
Aganzon said in a vain voice, turning a divine eye on me.
For a moment, he flashed his sword of reason, and scattered its divine body.
"You said you looked alike, Graham. I look like you. So you can see."
Place Venuzdonoa loosely on the lower level and stare at Graham.
"Aren't you, too, when you started thinking that?
"Sorry, but there's a definitive difference between you and me. In the end, there's so much difference that you can't say it's similar."
"Love and kindness?
I laugh at those words with my nose all the time.
"You can't destroy me. It's good evidence that you used"
"I think so. But..."
Graham draws a magic formation with both hands.
The pattern of the Great Sickle appeared from left to right, and if it was connected and rotated together, the Frenzy God - the Sickle Sickle Befenugzdogma - that should have perished with the Reaper Sword reappeared.
"You can't destroy me either. We're very similar."
"No."
I took a step toward him, I said.
"You will perish."