Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

The naphtha keeps both eyes closed and magic in the crystal balls of its hands.

"The future god Nafta stood in front of you, blame him. Here comes the judgment of Kandaquizorte."

When I wondered if the crystal ball had left the hands of the future god, Gunya distorted its contour and changed to the shape of the spear.

"The future verdict has been handed down. Sentence you to a skewering sentence."

Like the judge reading the judgment, Nafta pronounces.

"Interesting. You can try it"

The future god puts his hands together.

God's magic overflows his surroundings and rocks the cathedral.

A crystal spear shot straight at me with unstoppable momentum.

Twisting his neck, trying to avoid it, the crystal spear changes its orbit in the direction he avoided at the same time, pressing it against my face.

"Hmm. Have you read the future"

Stop where the tip of the spear is approaching the tip of the nose.

I grabbed the crystal spear with my right hand and took it.

"Nafta limits the future. You didn't grab the spear."

Yes, the moment the future god utters his word, the spear of the crystal that's supposed to cling slips through my hand.

Even as I jumped back, the speed of the Kandaquizorte was slightly superior, and the tip of it decided my belly.

"Limit, huh? I see, indeed, every hundred million or so times, there may be a loss of grasp. With the power of the Future Crystal, it's limited to its future."

"Candaquizorte is the future itself. There's no way to touch the future."

"Ho."

Draw multiple magic formations and put your right hand through there.

With pale stained hands, he tries to grab the crystal spear, but slips through the pattern.

"I don't know why, I can't seem to grab it"

Candaquizorte order that there is no art of touching. And the power to limit the future would mean slipping through my hands.

"You can't pull that spear out anymore. The choice is one in two. Declare your defeat as it is, or be pierced and destroyed by the spear of Kandaquizorte"

Keep your eyes closed, but turn straight towards me, and Nafta says away.

"You're the one who chooses"

"Look further ahead, Future God. And they're gonna ruin it?

Naphtha does not break his expression and releases his magic toward the crystal spear.

"Send your roots to the punishment of skewering."

Guju, make a noise and Kanda Quizorte will penetrate my abdomen deeper.

Well, I still stare at the god in front of me.

"I thought I'd advise you."

The spear that skewered the roots and penetrated my body, but the tip is rusty black.

"... what, what's that all about...?

The Holy Knights, who were in front of the Great Sacred Gate, give a puzzling look.

"Pierced by God's spear, that man, why is he alive...?

"Kandaquizorte of the future god Naphtha, according to the inheritance, that pierced by its spear will take away even the possibility of the future and destroy it..."

"... to the miracle that you can resist with your own...!?

There was one man, yeah nodding nagging, approximating the Saints who revealed their amazement.

Whoever it may be, it is Bishop Milan.

"There's still a miracle going on today."

I open my mouth as I take a few steps forward.

"You have to touch me as long as you attack me, even if you have no way of touching the future."

Piercing me means touching that spear.

"You should just pull the spear out. Before the blood of the demon king that erupts from the roots rots the candaquizorte."

"Candaquizorte is one of the many futures of this world, and it will be equal to the shape of the world. Your deed is to compare the world to yourself and which will perish first. The conclusion would be more obvious than seeing fire."

"Sure, that makes sense."

Borough and crystal tips collapse.

"My blood corrodes the world."

When the candaquizorte turns black rust and falls apart, it spreads mist around.

Demon King's blood cannot be used unless it is such an attack.

If you don't have enough power to receive that protection, you could cause fatal damage to the world.

"Only a future god, and you're quite strong. But it's time to get serious. Seriously, if we don't predict, we might end up here."

Don't stop walking, head to the naphtha.

At that time, rusted and misty candaquizorte became a sparkling, countless fragments of crystals that floated.

"Nafta takes an oath. As long as the present is here, the future will come back as many times as it wants to perish. The only way to destroy is to destroy all possibilities."

The number of crystal fragments increases to encompass the scene as if it were a brilliant sandstorm.

"It could have been, another form of the world. I condemn thee, O blameman, to the confines of the world."

If the sandstorm of the crystal passed, the landscape changed as soon as possible.

It is a strange city. All the buildings, all the plants, all the people, made of crystals.

The mountains visible in the distance, the canopy on the other side and even the flowing rivers were crystals.

From each and every one of them, I feel uninterrupted magic.

"Hmm. A world made of candaquizorte"

"Nafta takes an oath. This world limits everything to the worst possible outcome for you. Your victory will not be chosen in this world."

"Interesting. It won't reach me unless you have the world ready."

I looked him in the eye, I said.

"Come on, the future. Try it."

At the same time as the words, the ground called the ground broke apart with Paris.

Floating in the universe, the crystal spears flew innumerably out of a huge hole.

I tried blocking the hole with the Quadrilateral Wall, but the crystal spear slid through it easily and pierced me.

At the next moment, from the surrounding building, a spear of crystals emerges all the time.

A crystal spear similarly appeared from the overhead ceiling and was shot off simultaneously from up, down, left and right.

As one spear after another shreds this body, the watchtower in front of me floats into the universe as if it had been detached as it were, penetrating every sharply pointed roof.

A myriad of crystal spears tied my body, and the spears on that watch stand thrust with momentum that was just crushing.

A lot of blood drips from all over your body.

"It's been a long time since you've bled this much."

Due to the blood of the Black Demon King, both the spear on the watch stand and the spear on the crystal rusted the crystal called the crystal around the perimeter, falling apart and collapsing.

All I have left is black rust.

"You said everything would be the worst for me. When the worst day strikes me."

Put your hands together and draw multiple magic formations.

Overlapping it like a turret, I pointed it at the naphtha.

"Not quite, it's a tremendous force. But if you're strong, there's magic I can use."

Black particles overflow from the magic turret.

"Not too many miracles will strike you. Sentence of despair."

Even as countless crystal spears hit me again, as soon as I touched those black particles that stood around, they wore out and scattered.

Fire, water, thunder, earth, trees, lids, everything strikes me.

It's like a miracle.

But I didn't let everything in the world rip my fangs off.

"In the magic of origin, I borrowed my magic from Anos Voldigord, the demon king of tyranny two thousand years ago, and Militia, the God of Creation, Aberniyu, the God of Destruction"

On top of that, I'll put my current magic on top of it.

"It's a curse you can't use in a decent place. With me, I've only used it twice."

The pitch-black particles swirl around like creatures, entangled in the turrets of the magic formation.

In the aftermath alone, a crystal called the surrounding crystal splashes and cracks into dust.

The world of crystals began to crack and collapse.

"So you open those eyes and confine them well. I unleashed this magic, but at the end of the day, even at worst, the world of Candaquizorte will perish."

I said to the Future God, who turns his face here without a word.

"If you can be limited, you will perish every real world."

Black particles draw seven spirals around the turret.

An invisible crack in the bottom enters the ground of the crystal.

I also couldn't see the end of the crack again, which literally divided the limiting world into two parts.

"Egil Grone Angdoroa."

From the turret of the magic formation, the fire of the end is emitted.

The dark flames of the seven helixes roared straight ahead.

The protection of the candaquizorte or the end fire penetrates through the body of the naphtha.

It reached the other side of the horizon, and everything in the world went up in flames.

The lid burns, the horizon burns, the ground and the mountains, everything burns, turns to black ash.

This magic beyond is not positioned as the Flame Attribute's finest magic, because one has no other user but me, and the other is something else that just looks like a flame.

Burn what is not supposed to burn, destroy what is not supposed to perish, and ash the heavens and the earth less.

It is indisputable, the magic of doom. It's the magic system I'm best at.

Before the end of the fire, the limited-world all of it came to fruition in pitch-black ash.

Ashes were exposed to the wind so that the reality hidden behind it could be revealed, and me and Nafta were back in front of the Great Sacred Gate again.

"Hmm. Apparently you mean it"

Naphtha, holding both hands, has both eyes open.

As a god who rules the order of the future, we cannot close the possibilities of the world.

I guess I looked too far into the future to limit the < Egil Grone Angdorore).

I mean, we've made up our minds.

Quietly the naphtha nods.

There was a crack in her body.

"... Nafta vows defeat. No matter how much you limit the future, nothing will be one. Your defeating future never existed."

Piscy, and countless hives enter the body of the future god, and she collapses.

No matter how limited, her future is only doomed, more than confronting me.

The end of the future brings Naphtha to an end.

God can't go against order.

I guess Nafta didn't dare open her eyes because she didn't want to know how this turned out.

"So I would have prophesied it first"

Turning to the demonic eye stained with purple (Kashimura), he walks loosely to the naphtha.

Cover both eyes of the naphtha with your hands so as to close the future.

The collapse of his body stopped perfectly.

"Hundreds of millions of miracles will never reach my worst"