The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

"Kuh..."

Unexpectedly meditate on the lid.

- Death.

And - defeat.

To that silver-colored self that looms in front of me, I finally renounced seeing reality.

- I'm sorry, Satan, everyone... I apparently…, here, you all die.

Tears tell my cheeks.

And...

……

I was perplexed that 'death' would never come.

"Hey, why... what, whoa!?

He opens his eyes as he says it - soon afterwards, he leaks a scream unintentionally into that sword that was being poked in front of him.

If I noticed, I was wearing a butt cake, and while I was embarrassed, I stared at the executor.

"Ki, you...... ugh! You're not going to kill me this time of year!

Ahead of looking up, there is the figure of my brother, who does not move while in the position where he was stopping the sword in front of me.

But this is insulting.

I fought desperately.

I risked my life and fought until I left my people to die.

After that - defeated.

But why...

"Kill me, Executor! Insult me... Are you kidding me?

But the words gradually dwindle.

The reason for this is because I felt uncomfortable with the way my brother looked.

The exact reason.

"... why don't you reply (...)?"

Something resembles fear runs through my back.

- No way.

Impossible, impossible.

... but.

"You, could..."

Open your eyes and stand up aggressively.

And shortly afterwards - the worn out and the silver arm of the guy who was glowing until earlier collapsed (...).

Karang......

The 'Divine Sword Silverover', whose silver arms were gripping, rolls down to the ground, grabbing up a fearful sole that rolled at his feet.

Silver and silver, black pattern.

Says the spiritual power of the bearer - a divine sword whose soul will never break unless it breaks, to the strongest and weakest by the user.

That was now - black, faded.

"You - are you dead?

My brother's body collapsed to the ground just when, yes, he shrugged.

At that time.

In me, I felt something disappear.

And at the same time.

'Wow!?'

Suddenly, the scream leaks by accident because of the forced conversion to the state of the 'book'.

To it comes the white night and Almighty God who was here with him. He also opens his eyes to surprise.

"What's wrong, Kyoka! You've got to be kidding me."

"No way -"

We both probably didn't want this phenomenon the most.

Returning to the book is not my will.

The only other person who can get me back into the book is Gin.

But I don't normally have that power over him.

The only thing that makes this phenomenon - compulsive force work.

"Gin... dead?

To the whining words, the day and night struck the line.

"I don't know why! Lady Ginn..., the Lord! That's not enough people to die for this! Such a joke, don't say it again!

"Wow, even me! I don't want to believe you!

There's no way I want to believe it.

I can't believe I want to believe... there's no way I can think of that.

'Cause Gin...

'Ha ha, I'm fine. I won't beat anyone. "

I remember the words he once said, and I can't help but think of the tears that will overflow. But I can't do that in the state of the book.

That's why I can't even cry, because I couldn't keep you around when Gin was hard..., most importantly, I'm going to hate you.

"- Huh!?"

Almighty God opens his eyes to surprise and looks around.

And - what happened to the world was what happened right after that.

"Let the world..."

From the world then - the shadows and the sun disappeared.

Darkness and light occupying the world.

Both of them disappeared - the world was stained with gray.

"Hey, what..."

"Ya, I knew it..."

Astonishing me elsewhere, Almighty God crooked his face in tears and groaned so - soon afterwards, the sound of destruction rings.

If you open your eyes and turn your gaze towards you, there's the junction with your fists - indeed, the appearance of a 'broken' day and night.

"- So I would have told you not to. If you say anything more, your Lord will not forgive you."

To anger, to helplessness.

She's just baffled and weeping.

I said that my left eye (...) glowed silver (...).

- From the back of her hand, that crest was gone.

That day, that time.

The story of the shadow closed the curtain quietly.

- The King's qualities.

No one will kill you, absolute qualities.

Clashes between those with unparalleled 'qualities' in history - closed the curtain to the consequences of one of the inner, self-destruction.

The 'sun', which had been taken in the shadows, also disappeared, and from the world the shadows and the sun disappeared, wrapped in gray.

But the - commonly known as' ashification 'seems to be moving from the world adjacent to that world around the' evil demonic world 'where the chaos lives, and it will be quite a while before damage is done to the world where considerable distances exist in time and space?

Also, for the record, Reaper, who put his perspective on securing the 'shadow' soul and, worst of all, until reincarnation, took immediate action immediately after the ashing, but although it was the Alpha soul that was found, he did not find all that remained of the vessel - all the Great Devil and only the 'shadow' soul.

- Shadow.

Executor, Gin-Crashbell's death.

That information leaked from somewhere instantly spread across the continent, in the woods closer to where his clan once existed.

- Hiddenly, they say the tomb was built.

Pathan and the sound of closing the book.

"Kuhaha, are you still dead? Even though you were looking at the future beforehand, you were a little shocked for putting your shoulders in him."

Having deposited his back in a tree, Mephisto drops his gaze on the cover of a book he purchased in a nearby city called The Unusual World and the Legendary Death.

"Even so, where the hell did you get such detailed information from? It hasn't been a year since."

"I don't know. Even if I ask you."

The distant expression of Mephisto returns a terribly lacking, cold voice of emotion.

When Mephisto smiles at his mouth at the words.

"Oh, you weren't as smart as he was. Then let me ask you straight."

Mephisto throws the book away.

His gaze was straight towards one person standing in front of that grave.

- On a red robe, a man with white hair in a mask.

Mephisto murmured the man's name, nestled in front of a qualitative tomb inspired by the cross, without hiding the grin of his mouth.

"Come on, Gin-Crashbell's dead. How about it's time to start moving? Gil (...)"

The man - Gil, under the mask, laughed and showed him.