Soul Eater of the Rebellion

The Pope looked me in the eye and said quietly, as if he could see I had changed my expression.

"As long as you don't undo the curse, you're always tied up in chains of iron." It doesn't even seem to show off its strength. On the other hand-- "

After a breath of meaning, the Pope lifted the two corners of his mouth.

“If I were to subdue you, I would have nothing else to do with it now that I am bound by the curse.”

Is it time to buy time already? The Pope's eyes shine like an oil film. There was no longer any expression on her face when she called herself a sisters and disciples and was holding words in her mouth.

It was a good change to call it a leopard mutation, but I wasn't alarmed by this opponent. I put my mind to it without showing any sign of movement, paying attention to the movement of the enemy.

The attack came just after that.

Luo oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!!

Suddenly, my ears twitched and roared, trembling and shaking the atmosphere.

The pressure on your heart makes you feel like your heart is jerking off, and you have severe pain like a thick cone is pushed into your left and right ears.

"Guuu!?"

I inadvertently get a groan of misery.

It was an unexpected attack. At the same time, it was a memorable attack.

Once roared, it pierces through the ears, wears the skull, and hurts the soul. That is, the dragon's roar (dragon's roar) --When Hydra appeared once, the words that Lunamaria uttered passed through her brain.

Hydra's roar and his current roar had the same effect. However, it is not identical just because it is homogeneous. If I only looked at the power, this time it was stronger outside the digits. Even if I bundled Hydra's eight-layer roar into one, it wouldn't reach the current roar.

I didn't have to see who let out that much roar again.

Hmmm, this will also be called the dragon roar.

I look to the Pope, and to the dragon on the face of the snake, whose wings are as gigantic as the sky behind him.

Then, I exhaled through my nose like a laughingstock. Needless to say, there is a main temple behind me where many Light Gods live.

Ishka almost instantly lost her city function due to Hydra's roar in the distant Titis Forest. Even children can imagine what happens to the Light Gods, who are exposed to a stronger roar than Hydra.

"Can I roar in this place?" I'm sure all the important comrades in the main hall are here to accomplish the Purgatory. "

"If you can help us defeat the abominable dragon, then everyone will give their lives."

Everything was of the dragon's will - the face of the papal mouth was a sincere (shinshi) face, a pious (quarrel) believer in sight. I don't think he was the one who said he was blind to the dragon.

Feeling a lying chill in the words and actions of an invisible opponent.

It wasn't just an attitude toward dragons. Tell the truth about 300 years ago, ask for the cooperation to Purify the world, know that it is unacceptable, and instantly kill, if you think about it, turn around and name a sister disciple, and show me a gesture that troubles me.

Words are clear when they are insane, but actions are broken when they have hidden intentions.

I don't know whether the original Pope-Sofia Azurite's personality was like this, or whether the 300 years spent in the demon world eroded his personality. I don't know, but I knew that it was dangerous to think that I could understand this person and to try to understand them.

If so, the choices to be taken will be diminished.

It was almost at the same time that the Pope kicked the ground with a smile, as I put my strength into the hand I held in my heart.

― ― The second battle with the Pope began in such a short and fierce way.

As usual, the Pope's attack was intense and forced to struggle with a constant offensive launched from skilful assembly, but, to put it differently, it was so weak that it could be accomplished in “struggle”. I have thought many times that it is difficult to do it beforehand, but I have never thought that I will not win.

Okazuka, the divine weapon of soul division, was a troublesome weapon that not only suffered physical injuries, but also spiritual wastage, but it was not a level of fatal injuries when combined with this.

The reason why I was pushed in without sushi earlier was still due to the triangle-shaped one-eleven technique (Keigi). In other words, a fatal situation can be avoided as long as you are careful. When they saw a stance that unleashed a prowling move, they could block it by inserting an attack into it.

I wouldn't have looked at the opponent earlier, but if I had fought first, I would have fought the same fight as before. Too much vigilance made the fight difficult.

Unconfident human beings underestimate themselves and overestimate their enemies, which is what the Pope said earlier, but I have applied it to many of them.

--a curse of confidence.

The words of the Pope were not without verses. However, even if that word was shooting at me and my growth was hampered by my father's words, there is no solution at this time.

To deny the word weaker one must go beyond the Father. And I was going to do better than that. A gift of the white peaks I saw when I met my father on Onigashima. I've been greedy to get there until today.

Therefore, not everything changes now that there is one or two more reasons to surpass the Father. At this time, my task is not to gain confidence or lift the curse, but to defeat the enemy in front of me. That's all.

I turn my attention to the movement of the dragon behind the Pope as I bounce back the beating sickle.

Since the previous roar, it was a dragon that showed no noticeable movement, but I don't know whether it was because it was looking for an opportunity or because it had other reasons.

If the dragon still had enough power, he would have broken the barrier and appeared on Kigajima. At a time when it was impossible to do so, the depth of the wounds sustained by the dragon three hundred years ago---the depth of the injuries sustained by the phantom crews could be seen.

In front of the resentful Soul Eater, the Pope just ordered you to kill him, and you can't fight him, because you don't want to. In other words, the dragon was already dead. The earlier roar becomes the last fart of the mackerel.

I hoisted Ni and the edge of my lip to become the Pope of yesterday.

The possibility of disregarding the opponent may have crossed my mind, but the experience of being too vigilant and unconscious has pushed me back.

Seeing my change, the Pope quickly jumps back and tries to distance himself from me.

All along the boat, I got into a skillful position on the spot. My sister and disciple showed me three or four secret swords. One of these is probably rude if you don't show your skill.

Inside my head was a spike technique used in the Behemoth Battle. It's as sharp as a spear, spinning like a spiral, piercing, rushing through its enemies.

If he avoids it, he will strike the dragon in the back, and the Pope will not let this strike happen. We have no choice but to take it with all our might.

Illusion Funeral - Strong Helix!

He unleashes his mastery and wields his heart toward the Pope.

The unleashed skill rushed toward the Pope as it dazzled through the space ahead, drawing a spiral. The torrent of too dense a silkworm pushes the atmosphere with only the aftermath, moving toward the target as it crushes the ground ahead.

Its power is not comparable to that of the same move in the Catalan Desert, and even the breath of stars (braces) released by Behemoth fades. In response to Kaiseki's hand, which came through the instrumentation, I accidentally snorted my throat.

Shortly thereafter, the papal sickle and the strong snail clash head-on.

The Pope raises his bowl and bounces back with force, in contrast to the shouting technique of wearing a target.

The fights between the two shades were so intense that they shook the earth, and at the same time, the more blinks repeated, the shorter they were.

As soon as the pope swung out of the sickle, the powerful spiral bent its course unbearably and crashed into the back of the papal body. The sound of a bursting explosion.

As far as I can see, the Pope was not injured, and the dragon behind him remained intact. It was obvious that the strong screw ended unexpectedly, but I didn't mind. Only a few seconds after the powerful spiral competed with the Pope was enough for the next move.

He kicks the ground with his whole body in his legs, and in an instant, he becomes flesh-thin to the pope. Then, I sewed a gap about the size of a needle hole immediately after the strong screw was removed, and pushed the tip of my heart into the Pope's chest so that it would bump into each other.

Countless eyes of the fantasy species (Azriel) that noticed our movement shone spookily, and countless mouths cast some kind of spell, but all of them were slow.

The next moment, I was piercing deeply in the middle of my chest between the two breasts of the Pope.

A definite feeling of (let's) wear the body. A vast amount of souls flowing in. It was definitely proof that the blade of heart armor had reached the Pope's life.

The Pope grabbed my hands as I tried to cut my opponent's body down at once, convinced of my victory.