Okitara 20nen Nandesukedo! Akuyaku Reijo no Sono Ato no Sono Ato

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!

Howl III is tearing from both eyes and flushing his knees to the ground.

He scratched the shattered and scattered Sacred Sword, even if his fingers hurt.

"It's the Holy Sword, it's the Holy Sword. Breaking it... you are not a Virgin, you are a devil!

"How about that?" Holy Sword "would be a name given to it by an old man on his own. It doesn't matter what you think, it's not like a demon sword to suck your soul and show your true worth."

"Huh...... are you going to deny the legend of Monadism!

"I don't know, Howl. My aim is to crush Monadism completely."

Fioria speaks coolly.

Slowly lift your golden hair.

"In the new age, we just need a new symbol. - You and the Holy Sword will disappear as relics of the old times. If you don't like that, come on, stand up. You haven't given up yet, have you?

"What are you saying?"

Ask back Howl III.

The right half of his face is hidden with long purple hair.

"You don't have to delude me. Because the Sacred Sword isn't dead yet."

"... eh"

Remaining silent, Howl III gripped the soil on the ground.

His flesh remains young.

Isn't that proof that the Holy Sword is still functioning?

"The Sun Rises Again (Restoration)" Huh!

Squeezing screams.

That's a key phrase to let The Holy Sword play.

In response to Howl III's voice, the sword that should have been shattered regains the prototype in just three seconds.

"Take as much life as you like, Holy Sword! If you win here anyway, you have no future! -" The Pope's Thundering "!

The light heat emitted, whilst still, is as if the sun had fallen.

Even the earth evaporates and the true value of the Holy Sword strips away the fangs.

"The rest is wrong. Yeah, let's admit that. Even though he was expected to be a pope for his cleanliness, he was corrupt and betrayed your expectations.... but! What's wrong with that!

Beat the Holy Sword.

Two, three, four degrees...

Each time, the flash plays, and the blast burns the atmosphere.

"Fioria! Humans are not as strong as you! If you have sweet honey, you can't help but lick it, if you smell good, you can't help but smell it. Though that would be natural as an organism!

"... when reopening comes this far, it should be brilliant."

Sighing Fioria.

Lifting her long, golden hair.

"You must be at the top of the priesthood, right? Don't you know the word repentance, Pope?"

"I don't know! I don't know! You know that! Then I'll give you the papal throne! There's no untrained in that stuff! - Kill you with this Holy Sword, crush Protestantism and rule the Belgian continent! Extreme every luxury and make your name for history as an unprecedented champion! If you have a complaint, try to stop it, power is justice!

"That's a mistake. … power is not justice, I am justice"

Step in.

I received the Holy Sword with my left hand.

Just pinch the finger (jib) and middle finger (cucumber).

"No, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Howl III cages his power in the Holy Sword.

But the blade does not advance, rather, it is gradually pushed back.

"I overestimated you. If you give your life, you can beat me."

Fioria's right hand is swung down.

Sharp knife.

It pushed Howl III's wrist into a crushed fracture with just one blow.

"Huh, guh...!

"- Foreword withdrawn. You can't beat me no matter how much I give you."

The Holy Sword is slapped down on the ground.

Howl III rushes to pick it up again, but is blown away by strong winds.

He couldn't even take a passive with a broken wrist and was slapped straight to the ground.

Howl III with a distressed expression.

The appearance is not youthful until earlier.

All the purple hair fell out and all the muscles lost weight.

An old body like a dead tree.

It is the result of being sucked out most of his vitality by the Holy Sword.

"Ga, ha............!

He must have broken his ribs and stabbed him in the lungs when he fell to the ground.

Every time I cough up, red liquid overflows from my mouth.

Damage that would not otherwise be strange to die instantly.

Still alive is the curse of the Sacred Sword.

Continue to live even when the meat bags are the same until you give all your vitality.

No matter what happens, death does not come.

No.

One exception.

"Mercy at least. I will return you to heaven without leaving any dust behind."

The blue sky is golden.

The light to the divine plunges from the clouds.

The wind blows and yet plays a melody like a hymn.

Fioria pointed to Howl III.

"This is your destiny. If I were born again, I'd like you to repent for a moment."

- "Divine Punishment Cane (Divine)".

The running of light smeared Howl III…….

Bread, bread, bread, and applause.

"Brilliant, yeah, brilliant!

A mocking, well, mocking voice.

From afar, one woman approaches.

"I am also a user of the Staff of Divine Punishment, but I will not be as powerful as you. Horrible horrible. I'm afraid, I'm going to cry!

The woman was wearing a black robe.

He looks like an astrologer.

On the right side is a long slit with white thighs exposed.

"I am Beatrice di Luxion. It's also known as the Black Forest Witch. Nice to meet you, Mr. Fioria."

"Nice to meet you, and goodbye. Judgment of the Thunder Emperor

"!"

Preemptive attack without question.

A fierce thunderlight looms over the witch Beatrice.

"This is why the young Virgin these days. Ha! -" The Judgement of the Evil God. "

It's the top magic of darkness.

A blow of absolute annihilation, also comparable to the Wand of Divine Punishment.

Dark runoff emitted from Nara breaks the earth, swallows thunder and pierces the sky with its momentum.

"Don't do it."

Fun nodding Fioria.

"Then let's go to the next exam. -" Thundering Sword (Astria) "

I waved down the holy sword Sol Eustatia.

Released from its cutting-edge is a bright light fever that blinks by the time it is violent.

A sublight velocity runoff swallows Beatrice's skinny.

No.

"Talk about people! Really, listen, hey, hey!

Beatrice beats the demonic power of darkness as she screams.

It was too forceful and wasteful a way, but it managed to outrun Thunderbolt's Sword intact.

"Well, the witch who lived 300 years is different."

Fioria smiling softly.

"Rejoice. This is the third stage."

I raised my right hand.

That is the stage before activating the Staff of Divine Punishment.

"Oh, I can't do this anymore! Remember that!

Black Moya wraps the witch Beatrice.

Is it a form of metastatic magic?

In just a few seconds the figure had disappeared.

Later, only the voice sounds.

"Hahahahahahahahaha! Now you won't be able to reach me!... I'll teach you a good thing. I just ordered a total attack on the Union of Nations. I'm sure a lot of people will die. A lot of people should resent you for causing the war. Well, I wonder if we can make a new church!

"Oh."

Fioria shrugging her shoulders.

"You saved me a lot of trouble over here. Thanks."

Close your eyes and focus your consciousness.

In exercising unprecedented great magic, it was necessary to refine the magic.

"It takes a miracle to root for a new faith. If it's flashy, understandable, and historic, it's full. Let's get started."

Fioria used to braid some light magic.

Guilty Angel of Light (Testament).

It is the magic of arranging the summons of the Archangel by the Holy Grail for her own sake.

It converges the magical power of light and produces servants who look like angels.

This is its development.

"-" The Coming of Opening (Genesis) "

The golden sky falls.

No.

It's an angel.

The way it is portrayed in religious paintings.

Beautiful young men with three to six light wings -.

That number is not two or three.

An army of archangels filled the sky.

One hundred thousand.

Or, a million.

When the archangels descend on earth, they stand before the Union of Nations.

Needless to say, the outcome of the battle.

Fearing heavenly punishment, the soldiers abandoned their weapons and fled.

Too pitiful, the curtain of battle.

"Why! Why! How can all that bitch work out!

Beatrice the Witch hates Fioria. I'm jealous. I can never allow it to exist.

It was 300 years ago.

Beatrice was a Virgin.

Nor is that just a Virgin.

He was a user of the Staff of Divine Punishment and gathered respect and worship from people.

But the glory will sink into the sludge of humiliation.

Conflict with the Pope.

Divergent wet clothes.

After an unspeakable “heretical interrogation," he is about to be executed.

Escaped at the critical point and fled into the Black Forest.

"Neither I nor that woman are alike. The Virgin, chosen to be the Staff of Divine Punishment, was at odds with the Pope."

How could Fioria not be seen like herself?

That was an unforgivable situation for the witch Beatrice.

Inequality.

It's not fair.

Then, with this hand, I'll pull your leg.

Twenty years ago.

It was the witch Beatrice who gave Annerose the poison and instigated Fioria's murder.

The plan was supposed to be perfect.

But somehow, Fioria came back.

Then and although we began to leap into hindrance to the establishment of Protestantism, the result is this.

The total attack of the Union of Nations, rather, led to the sending of salt to Fioria.

The descent of the archangel became a major demonstration to inform the world of the existence of Protestantism.

Most believers have already said they have left Monadism and replaced it with a new church.

"Oh, already!

Beatrice, the witch who gives hysterical shouts.

She had already moved up to her home base.

Demon Paradise, Black Forest.

"Next thing you know, the next thing you know, you're gonna make that woman look so cool, you're doomed...!

The witch Beatrice burns a comatose fighting spirit.

But she doesn't realize.

That Fioria is reaching her throat...