Soul Eater of the Rebellion

Releasing his hand from the scythe, the Pope holds my hands firmly with his left and right hands.

I tried to shake it off, but I was held back with a surprising amount of force.

The word "trap" is no longer in your head. The gap you showed me when you paid off this skill was daringly made to lure me in. If that's the case, I'll be left to my own thoughts.

The Pope's mouth moved when he touched it with his heart.

Did you say 'Keiji'?

"... what did I say?"

"There is no such technique in a phantom funeral." It wasn't even a fantasy sword. You must have created your own skill. "

The Pope keeps his words indifferent. Even though he is now piercing his chest with his heart, there is not even a piece of pain on his face.

For a moment, I misunderstood whether the pope in front of me was a phantom or something, but that's impossible. This is why the Pope's soul is still flowing through the instrument of the heart.

More than a soul, the Pope in front of us is real. And there was no possibility that the shadow warrior would have switched in time, given the amount of souls comparable to fantasy seeds.

Nevertheless, there was no disturbance in the Pope's words and deeds. The more vigilant they are about the fact, the more they repeat their words.

"The harmony between the sword and the cage is not the same as the cage used by those who do not even have the harmony of the mind and body." And yet you were able to let go. There's nothing better to say. ”

I was forced to put my hands on the first stage of the fantasy sword flow.

He who is but a man shall have no difficulty in the work of forcing him to carry on his armour to increase his might. Not to mention the difficulty of using the power of an abominable dragon to sublimate a skill. It's like burning an egg deliciously with a dragon flame. "

I frowned when I saw the pope bring out his everyday metaphors and praise them. The same is true of the earlier remarks about "seniority", but sometimes the Pope of the Kohoku Shrine speaks of a strange sense of humor.

Of course, you won't be so poisoned, let alone relieved of your attack. The instrument of the heart is still stuck in the Pope's chest, and the influx of souls has not stopped.

I was hanging out with the Pope to give him time to devour his soul completely.

However, the Pope must also be aware of the extent of this. I don't think you're aware that your soul is being eaten. Nonetheless, the Pope is foolhardy, clutching my hand.

--What are you really thinking? Whatever you're thinking, you shouldn't have to fight anymore.

How many times have I twisted my neck inside?

The total amount of souls already devoured by the pope exceeds that of Hydra and is reaching the realm of Behemoth. Even if the Pope's soul had been added to Azrail's share, the limit would soon have been reached.

However, the limit of what is supposed to come will remain unchanged for a long time. The power of the Pope to hold my hands does not fade, and the amount of souls flowing in is increasing rather than decreasing.

The reason was the dragon behind the Pope.

From the dragon to the pope, I can feel more magical power flowing in than ever before.

I squeezed my tongue.

I don't know what the total number of dragon souls is, but there's still plenty of room for the pope. In other words, the current position of both hands and heart equipment being held down is very bad. Thinking about it, I tried to wave the Pope's hand again, but the Pope's hand still didn't move.

Looking at me like that, the Pope smiled in his mouth.

"I won't let you go. I've waited 300 years for this."

The dragon roars high to agree with the words. The second dragon roar (Dragon Loa).

I bite my back teeth and watch the Pope's movements while enduring roaring intimidation. No matter how enormous the souls of dragons were, it was impossible to remain pierced in the heart. The dragon's power is fading, and my power is only increasing.

Thus, the pope was supposed to move at some point or another. I must accurately capture the moment and respond immediately.

So I waited.

I waited with my heart on the chest of the papal motionless pope.

I waited while eating the soul of a dragon that seemed to be infinite.

I waited for the dragon to roar three more times.

I waited for a dragon that ate a lot of souls to twist my body like a pain.

I've eaten a lot of souls, and I've been waiting for you to level up twice.

Even after the dragon's mouth turned to screaming instead of roaring, I kept waiting for the Pope to move.

Still, the Pope did not move.

As expected, by this time, insight had sprouted in the insensitive body.

The Pope doesn't want me, he wants the dragon. I thought that the word "not letting go" was not directed at me, but at the dragon.

The pope is connected to the dragon by the descent of the gods. And as long as the two are connected, the attack on the pope is synonymous with the attack on the dragon. The same is true when it comes to eating souls.

The Pope hasn't let go of me before, because he's going to bury himself and the dragons. That would explain the Pope's unnatural behavior.

To tell the truth, this idea itself had come to mind earlier.

It's just, "Didn't you think the enemy was actually an ally? If you move according to a convenient idea such as" ", you don't know what kind of unknowns you will take. It was also possible that it was the Pope's aim to make me think so.

That's why I kept singing the Pope's soul with a lid on my suspicions.

Even now, the Pope continues to be pierced in his heart and devoured by his soul. Whether you are human or King of Immortality, it would be a fatal wound if you hadn't died long ago.

Still, the Pope is alive because he is connected to the dragon, but on the contrary, the Pope cannot die until the dragon dies. I didn't think the dragon was taking on the pain of being injured. I didn't want to imagine how painful and distressing it would be to continue to suffer the wounds of death in a body that could not die.

Still, I can't pull my heart out here, and I don't intend to. Above all, the Pope will not allow it. Even now, my hands remain firmly clenched by the hands of the Pope.

While doing so, countless eyes, ears, and mouths that covered the Pope's body began to disappear. And the four black wings from the back. It meant that the power of the fantasy species (Azrail) was lost from the Pope.

"You--no, you..."

Facing each other at a distance where I can hear their breath, I turn to the Pope with a puzzled voice.

Now that the power of the fantasy seeds has disappeared, the Pope has no power to fight me. The possibility of being a trap has disappeared.

That's what I said, but what's the point of asking the person I'm trying to kill for real? That's why I kept pressing the words that went out of my mouth.

The Pope slowly opened his mouth, though he didn't care for me like that.

"As I said earlier--wonderful, Master Sky." The rebel blade woven by Jin-sama and connected by Kazuma-sama is definitely inside you. Both of you will be delighted by the shade of the grass. And I'm sorry that we just failed in our duties, and I'm truly sorry that I caused you so much hardship. ”

I couldn't help but be surprised at the content of the words. Not only was the Pope exchanging swords earlier, but he was also exchanging words in the name of his sisters and disciples.

A soft voice that makes you feel inclusive. There is no turbidity before the eyes can see this, and the shades reminiscent of a clear night sky attract the viewer.

Somehow, somehow, I really thought.

I wonder if the person standing in front of me is Sophia Azwright, who fought as a phantom funeral scholar 300 years ago.

Shortly after he asked for its authenticity, the Pope continued his words. I was a little quick to say, because I realized that I only had a little time left.

"Please don't be alarmed, Sky Master." This time thou hast defeated only the remnants of thy destruction three hundred years ago. The annihilation of the present generation has already begun to move after gaining Miko. "

That 's--

I swallowed the question of who it was. I realized that Sophia's body was beginning to collapse.

Previously, when Sharamon, the Immortal King, was defeated, his body scattered in the air like ashes blown by the wind. Perhaps the Pope has the same end in mind.

If so, we should prioritize the other side's words over our doubts. Whatever the reason, I killed the opponent in front of me. It should have been my role, not anyone else's, to hear the words of the last phantom burial that had been going on for three hundred years.

"Please spend some time with Ken." Living with a beloved woman, having no children, growing old, and returning to the dust. Please do what is normal for you as a person. Living without endless battles, without being poisoned, without being swallowed by a dragon. This body just wants to beg for it..... "

As soon as I finished, Sophia's body melted into the air. As if Sophia Azurite hadn't been here from the beginning, it was because of her mind that she felt the malice of the world.

Sophia's behavior may have been unstable because she held in her heart the opposite of believing in the dragon and wanting the dragon to disappear. However, the opponent is also called a god. It's hard to imagine that you didn't notice Sophia's backside. Still, the reason why Sophia was able to retain herself as a Cadet.....

--Did you leave it because it was broken, or did you break it to leave it?

Suddenly thinking about it, I immediately shook my hat and wiped my mind off my current thoughts. Now I have no doubt about it.

Same as when Sophia disappeared, the dragon was losing its body.

It didn't melt into space like Sophia. The dragon's giant body was about to be swallowed up in the dragon hole. It seemed that the snake was going back to the nest, or that the dragon hole was trying to devour the dragon's body.

At this time, the last scream from the dragon's mouth signaled the end of the battle.