Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

Right in front of me, I step in time for Graham.

He said at a mild pace.

"Nice. Give it a try. Then you'll be one step closer to me. Maybe you'll understand me."

Graham laid down a raging sickle against me.

"Your words are far from understanding anything"

A sickle of silence flashes across a letter, and a long, dark sword intercepts it.

The blade collided with the blade, and the messy god sickle smashed and scattered.

At the same time, the blood of the Demon King overflows from my roots.

I corroded the fragments of the divine sickle scattered around me, and yet the blade devoured into my roots in disorder, scratching countless wounds.

"Did you think that a rational sword could destroy even disorder?

Rotating the Great Sickle repairs the crushed blade as if it had been tampered with.

Moments later, his roots were slashed and torn, and Scarlet Electric Red Thunder scattered all around him.

"Did you think that a blade of disorder could alter the Righteous Sword?"

Decide on the roots of the messy divine sickle, yet carve a step further.

Venuzdonoa and Befenugzdogma flashed at the same time.

I take the sickle pattern with my left arm, and he grabs the blade with his left hand.

Stare at each other with the eyes of demons stained with purple (Kashimura) and seal God's power.

"Aren't you going to call Arcana?

"Not that I can come"

The Shrine Heavenly Gate Selection Summon (Guara Nate Forteos) can also be transferred from ground to ground.

Stretched ties will also cross, but we don't know what the disorder of the messy god sickle will be in their opponents.

"With that demonic eye, how long can you hold down the messy god sickle?

"It's..."

The floor at his feet was torn in two as if it had been slashed with a thick blade.

- This is the dialogue.

The Reaper Sword slashes Graham's finger off.

"Don't flatter yourself with your borrowed devil's eye."

The blade of Venuzdonoa devours at the base of the right arm with the messy divine sickle.

Graham's expression, which he had always been able to afford, was slightly distorted into agony.

"It seems to be used, even if it's borrowed."

Graham hit my abdomen with his left hand off his finger.

"Rapid Thunder Axe (Galvedur)"

Purple electricity overflowing from the magic formation of the sphere runs through Graham's left arm and turns it into a giant battle axe of offensive unity.

It goes straight through my belly and burns my whole body with purple electricity and a blade.

"" Wave lid appearance (Veneziara) "

"Wet."

He is pierced through his abdomen, but he still waves down Venuzdonore and cuts off his right shoulder.

With the messy sickle in his hand, his right arm danced through the universe.

Graham retreats.

I kicked the ground and grabbed his clothes with my left hand.

"Don't miss it."

"< Purple Thunderlight (Gavest) >"

Purple electricity overflowing in front of him, breaking through with Venuzdonoa, piercing his heart as it was, stabbing and destroying the roots.

Not even Scarlet Electric Red Thunder overflows, and his life stops.

"You thought you couldn't destroy me because I was nothingness"

The roots of a man who is nil will not perish.

But before the sword of reason, every reason makes no sense.

Indeed, its roots have perished.

There is no such thing as a guy who remains as deserted as before.

"You think that's forever because you destroyed it?

The sound came from behind me.

I don't see the figure, only the messy god sickle befenugzdogma, is floating.

whilst, as if someone there was lifting it.

It's not like the nothingness we had earlier.

The magic he used after the Thunder Axe.

"Wave Lid Appearance (Veneziara)"

At that moment, Graham, who became a possibility, used the Wave Lid Appearance (Veneziara) again and kept himself as a possibility.

That's how I didn't destroy him, another possible guy standing there.

"Exactly."

At, the blade of silence flashed disorderly before erasing the guy.

The walls are cut, the floors are slashed and torn, my whole body is slashed and carved.

Graham's body, which had been pierced with a sword of annihilation, was cut off into two upper and lower parts at the moment when the multiple and strong wave lid appeared ruined in my demonic eye.

"Venuzdonoa, the sword of the Righteous Extinction, which houses the power of Abernius the God of Destruction. With that irrational power, you can't destroy my nothingness forever."

The upper body of the guy who escaped the blade of Venuzdonore vanished into nothingness.

Nothing.

I don't even feel a trace of magic. There he is, for sure.

"It is the order of this world to attribute what has been destroyed to nothing. Before the Righteous Sword, every reason makes no sense, and all things perish. Does that effect work until the subject dies?

Only voices echo from the nothingness around them.

"But nothing after doom, but nothingness without reason, is what my roots are all about."

The Reaper Sword did destroy his nothingness.

I mean, I gave it to nothing.

But you're saying that if we escape that blade, the lack of it will form him again?

"If you continue to exercise the power of the Rigid Sword, you will continue to destroy me, though. But that demon sword won't hold its shape forever, will it? If this isn't your Castle of the Demon King, it's a disgrace."

Certainly.

Venuzdonoa has a time limit.

We cannot continue to destroy the reason for his nothingness forever with the Righteous Sword.

In an attempt to use magic, order eventually returns to its original form.

Once the blade is delivered, reason reverts, and nothing left there takes the form of Graham and moves out again.

"Hmm. I've found out a lot about this one. Its blade of disorder is waved when the messy god sickle slashes and rips open the void. I don't know what will happen, but only one thing is clear"

The guy slashed the body of the body and tore the roots apart, escaping the blade of the sword.

If that doesn't happen, he hasn't taken off the crisis yet.

Sooner or later, I don't think I made any bets.

I mean...

"It means something convenient happens to you."

"What do you think? Sometimes I get hurt."

"I need to know what happens. I can't use it when it's critical. Yes, to misjudge you."

I could hear Graham laughing all the time.

"< void void void (nuerienu) >"

The lower body, which was broken in two and rolled, also disappears, where complete nothingness appears.

I can't see, I can't smell, I can't feel.

But there it is.

"… Chi…………"

The nothingness of < void void void (nuerienu) > decided my flank.

The wind hole's empty. From there, blood doesn't even erupt.

Let's assume you can destroy me.

Voices echo from nowhere.

If you noticed, the blade of the messy god sickle was stuck in my throat.

"Still, I'm not doomed."

The nothingness of < void emptiness (nuelienne) > disappeared and Graham, the Five Bodies Satisfied, was taking my back.

"So much, you look like me, and I look like you. Have you ever thought about that? How could I be the only one?"

A messy god sickle slightly rips my neck, and the blood runs down.

This blade, which does not know what will happen if you slash and tear the void, can also be targeted and your neck dropped if you slash and tear the subject directly.

"No one will get to where you are. Surrounded by many subordinates, the lonely Demon King, always alone, has emptiness"

The moment it moves, its god sickle will snap this neck.

"I'm the only one who understands you, the irrational one who destroys even reason lightly."

Exhale small.

sending a merciful gaze on the side, I said.

"Do you miss one so much, Graham"

"Will you destroy me so I don't miss you? That's sweet."

Graham slaps so lightly.

"That's your mistake. I won't be forced to destroy something that won't perish. Even if I don't destroy you, if I drop this neck, I can make you what you want."

"So?

"Do you think you can prevent it with the same hands?

Are you confident, or do you make it look < maternal rebirth (gijerica) > and hide the trump card?

Well, it's the same thing for both.

"Then I'll give you this neck"

I flip on the spot.

"Don't hesitate to..."

The blade of the confused sickle walked with silence.

Sickle Befenuguzdogma, a turbulent god who spun twirly without slashing his neck against Venuzdonoa, a centrifugal force and well-wielded sword of reason, was slashed from the lower section.

- I'll get this one.

Blood is scattered, the fingertips of his right hand are slashed and engraved on its divine sickle, and Venuzdonoa is bounced off.

"I'll give it to you"

Leaving the spinning momentum, he scratches his head with his overlapping left hand and slaps Dogovo on the floor.

"Execution of capital punishment (Giginuvenuenuez)"

Step on that head.

Magic particles gather and a black restraint covers Graham's neck.

A pitch-black truncator was showing up.

"I knew you were wrong, too."

Drop your fingertips from top to bottom.

"Execution"

Guillotine's blade fell and snapped his neck.

Graham's - Celis Voldigord's neck rolled, and the man who was free set up a messy god sickle.

"Did you want to free your father quickly? That's not the only place like me."

In the direction of the rolling Reaper Sword, I jump out loud.

"The sickle, the secret..."

Graham wields the divine sickle.

"-"

The thrown befenugzdogma spins like a wheel, passing me, bouncing Venuzdonoa, slashing and tearing it apart again and again.

Every time you collide with the messy god sickle, the dark long sword spills a blade, shattering and shredding.

Bachkin dull sounded and the sword of annihilation broke.

"Look, that sentiment is your defeat -"

Blood overflows.

As unlike the thrown befenuguzdogma, I was advancing again, stabbing my sword through Graham's chest.

He let it go, Gaudgeymon the Thunder Sword.

"How do you feel about losing sentiment, Graham?

It emits violet electricity from the fingertips and draws a spherical magic formation, while drawing nine spherical magic formations at.

The moment Celis Voldigord's neck was severed, the owner of the Banzai sword disappeared and now belongs to me holding the Devil's Sword.

No matter how magical, you can't take that sword of love away from a guy with the power of Celis Voldigord.

Hence, I snapped my neck first.

"" Wave lid appearance (Veneziara) "

Push in the 10,000 Thunder Sword and pierce the Sphere Magic Formation.

At the same time, nine blades of possibility pierced nine sphere magic formations.

The thunderbolts that split your ears and the purple electricity that crumbles between the holy thrones overflow.

The heavens roar, the earth trembles, and the liberation of magic alone wipes out the debris around us.

Jijiji, and purple electricity running to the ground, build a bond on this occasion.

He lifted Graham's body, putting much more effort into his body and keeping it skewered.

I lay the real Banzai sword and the possible Banzai sword in heaven.

From a total of ten blades, purple electricity as thin as yarn ran to heaven.

Aim is not his root.

I've seen the answer to how to destroy nothingness in the past.

I guess you knew, how to do that.

Hence...

Father, now is the time.

"" Ten Purple Electric Thunder Swords (Lavia Neold-Galvarizen) "

From the ceiling, a dozen swords, a vast amount of purple electricity fell.

It becomes a giant wave of sword, like a pillar that connects the heavens and the earth.

The sound of tearing down the ground hits far away everywhere, and doom strikes a lightning bolt there.

Soon the everast anzetta was half-baked and the light overflowed.

The world is dyed purple.

A few seconds later, Graham's body turned to ash without a trace.

If you stare into the devil's eye and look right in front of you, it's his roots there.

Light bulbs of light.

Still not in nothingness, he glances at it with the Eye of Ruin and prevents it from resurrecting.

At my fingertips, I grabbed the root.

"My roots, having lost my body, eventually approach nothingness. That was a repeat."

< Thought communication (Leaks) > sounds.

"If you hadn't taken the most (Jeff) hostage, you would have lost to my father"

"He had no means to destroy me."

"No. I could lead your roots closer to nothingness to doom."

His laughter echoes in his ears.

"Heh. How do you do that?

Blood spills out of my chest.

While grasping Graham's roots, I pierced my own chest.

"This is the answer."

Overlapping my roots with those of Graham and sending them into the abyss.

'... oh, I see. Is that what you mean? Well thought out...... Sure, he might have...'

Graham says as if he sensed my thoughts.

"If we take the roots of nothingness into ourselves, by < void nothingness (nuelienne) >, the roots are rendered nil. If that's the root of Voldigord's doom, maybe even my nothingness will continue to perish. At that time, he was trying to set me up."

He said, as you can see.

"It's beautiful to succeed my late father, for the sake of the world, to try to destroy him, Anos. Yeah, I wonder if you can even think of a threat. But... '

A messy god sickle rises.

When the demonic eye was gazed, Graham stood there.

"Did you think if you lost Celis Voldigord's neck, you wouldn't be able to use

I guess I exercised that magic on the verge of ashing his body.

"Now your roots and mine are antagonizing and twisting in doom and nothingness. My roots bring you closer to nothingness, and your roots bring me doom. As you think, we will continue to perish forever and return to nothing."

Graham of possibilities walks in.

Bring the messy sickle into its hands.

"Now, there, with the added power to disrupt your doom, what happens?

Graham placed the befenuguzdogma directly next to him.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You and I are very similar. If you have a cause of defeat, it was born later than I did. Come on -"

A blade of silence slashed the void in disorder.

"- It's the first defeat of my life. I'll heal your loneliness, Anos."

Graham laughs like he won proudly.

I dreamed that the balance between doom and nothingness and the twisting roots would lean at once, and the guy of possibility turned his demonic eye to me.

The next moment...

Nothing happened.

".........................................................?

I'll carve a step quietly.

"In that condition, are you coming? It came off earlier, but now..."

Graham dyed the look of the possibility with surprise.

"... what...?

His leg, that possibility, took a step backwards.

"... what... did you...?

"Ask your body. to the body of its possibilities, feared."

"Fear? Me to you? So much for you?

The messy god sickle waves heavily.

"That's not true, Anos"

The blade of silence flashes.

But nothing happens.

"...................................................?

"Don't you see? If you wield a messy sickle in the void, something convenient will happen for you."

Stick a 10,000 Thunder Sword on the spot and put your hands together.

I grabbed the shadow of a slowly growing sword.

"Nothing happens. That's the most convenient thing for you right now."

The shadow materializes and returns to Venuzdonoa, the sword of annihilation.

The broken sword body was regenerating.

"I mean, at the earliest opportunity, whatever happens, it's futile."

"How about..."

When I walk one step toward him, he takes a step back.

"... hey...?

And when I moved on, I fell back like he threatened me.

"... how could my body... back off on its own..."

"You said me and your roots were antagonizing each other in doom and nothingness. We will be doomed forever, and we will return to nothing."

Turning a sadistic grin, I told him.

"Take a good peek into the abyss with the demon eye of that possibility."

I draw a magic formation on my chest wound, unlocking all anti-magic and exposing the roots.

Graham turned his demonic eye and gazed at the abyss.

"........................................................."

"Understood? You're the only one to perish, Graham."

The Devil's Eye of Possibilities will have seen its own nothingness that unilaterally continues to perish within the roots of my doom.

"... hey, why... why...? < void emptiness (nuerienne) > is......?

"I do feel a small nothingness, but nothing. My roots are destroying from one end."

"... that's not possible, Anos"

A messy god sickle slashes the void.

"Me and you look so much alike"

The blade of silence, disorderly, over and over, slashes and rips the spot apart.

"We're finally not alone. In this crazy world, we're the only ones normal."

Not many times, the order is disturbed, and the Great Sickle is altered.

But no matter how many times you shake it, no matter how many times you cut the void.

In front of me, nothing happens.

"... me and you... similarly..."

Towards the guy who raised his voice equal to despair, I waved the sword of righteousness.

"Sure, maybe they were somewhat alike"

Jumping away, Graham of possibility, flaunted his blade, but his hands and feet were slashed and torn, and he fell down.

The great sickle, rolling with sound, returns to the figure of Aganzon, the Frenzy God.

"As much as a fragment of my roots is all of your roots,"

"... aah..."

Aganzon is pierced by the Irresistible Sword, and its existence is extinguished.

"... you... ano, haha...!

I stepped on the back of a guy with no neck, I said.

"Your roots were finally defeated in me. You're the only one left with the possibility."

The colour of despair floats in the demonic eye of the guy staring at me.

"... you said that you were fighting me... with so much power inside yourself, with so many dooms..."

"Hmm. That's a little different. It's harder for me to overcome my own doom than to do with your nothingness. Sure, I can get it out in this nasty world. My power antagonizes you a lot, but the original total quantity is different in digits."

His full power, literally, is to exert all the magic of the roots.

By contrast, my full power means controlling the magic that barely remains out of it while holding back and offsetting my own power so that the world does not perish.

What can be on the table is not so different, but its contents are overwhelmingly different.

"You were fighting me, but I was fighting me."

"... you... saw me... you didn't even look at me..."

"Yes, don't be pessimistic. I've been watching you. You're right, I'm always shielded from the world. It's hard to slap a fly down with great care not to destroy it."

With an abusive grin, I continued.

"Until your nothingness is completely gone, I don't know if I need hundreds of millions of dooms, but if it's the power of it, deep down in the roots, I'm just drooling and the change is coming"

"…………………"

I heard a breathtaking voice.

The man who keeps talking to the pepper, he's speechless and he keeps quiet.

So, how long has it been?

He spilled a pompous voice.

"... Demon King of Atrocities... or..."

The body of the guy disappears.

"... oh, you..."

In a trembling voice, Graham says.

"... there's nothing I can do about it..."

Deep in my roots, nothingness is overshadowed by doom.

"... it's a lonely monster... anos..."

Multilayered and strong, it became a particle of light and ascended to heaven.

Re-extinguishing sword back into the shadows, face up.

To the Ban Thunder Sword, I did my gaze softly.

I felt like the face of my father and mother, shown by Chuangxing Elial, was there.

"You don't get a chance."

Empty words spill as I stare at my father's shapes.

That nothingness deep in my roots will continue to suffer the blame of doom until I attribute it to true nothingness.

"All I'm gonna give you is the loneliness you hated"