The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

I have few memories of what used to be.

Intermittent memory of laughing with my people.

Memories of countless battles that have been waged.

And I remember fighting alone in the demonic world.

But if you ask me what the oldest memory of it is.

That's probably, that hell.

"Yep..., ah..."

A noise leaks out of my mouth that doesn't make my voice.

What spreads in front of you is the figure of your parents crushed by the house. A spreading swamp of blood. Some distant pain in the knee kid rubbed off when he was pressed against his back.

And a big giant floating above.

Big eyes stare down at me.

"... were there any survivors yet"

I hear voices that don't make me feel emotions.

My teeth rattled with so much fear, a glimmer of tears flowing from my right eye.

"Well, okay, I just need to kill you here,"

Moment after moment, a glimmer of light burst.

It instantly approaches the boy and takes a big decision on his belly.

"but ah......"

I squat unconsciously for too much pain and hold on to scratch and hold the black scar.

If you raise your frightened eyes, there are countless rays looming in front of you.

"... an unpleasant memory"

Squeeze small and attach your hand to your right eye.

I can't see my left eye anymore. Perhaps that idiot transferred it even during the day and night without my knowledge.

I just had tears all over my remaining right eye.

What are these tears so distant?

Have you cried just like your old self, except simply for your old memories?

Or do you still regret it somewhere in your heart?

- That's a stupid question.

Wipe the tears and answer instantly.

There can't be any regrets.

Whatever difficulties awaited ahead, even if there was no place for me ahead.

This is my decision.

Then let's laugh off any misfortune, kick in any difficulty, and hold on to any future.

"I'll never regret it again (...)"

Last time, it didn't work.

So now is the time.

Now it's time to grasp that future.

Cut off your pride, your acquaintance and yourself.

Whatever you sacrificed.

- Let him grasp only his happiness.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

"So, it's okay!?"

I sweated from all over my body, and when I saw zero to kneel, the ho-ho flowers rushed out of my lap.

- The bearer of the curse.

Legendary skill supposedly possessed only by 'pureblood' celestial demons, without the mixing of blood of other races.

It is the ability that any curse can be used without risk as long as the magic is aligned, and it is also a very useful skill for the Celestial Demons who have been storing magic since childhood.

The ability to consume vastly accumulated magic and use all kinds of curses without changing their complexion until the Long Living Celestial Tribe, but the Apocalypse is at its apex in the curse.

"Giri... Giri, you made it."

I don't know about magic anymore.

She continued to do so, sweating like a waterfall, still smiling small and showing.

At the end of his gaze is engraved the footprints of the 'Apocalypse', which even broke through this built world and did everything possible to destroy it, and the throat of Sakura Town gobbles at its too much power.

"... awesome,"

I didn't get any other thoughts.

The power of the Apocalypse unleashed by the Original Demon Clan far surpassed that used by Gin, and I see you call this the 'ultimate blow', I thought so.

But I can be sure this won.

Sakura-cho's eyes did see Gil as he was devoured by immense darkness.

I therefore put my hand on Zero's head and laughed furiously.

And - Gah, and the shock broke through my chest.

"... that?

Seeing it, someone's left arm was growing from her chest, and when she looked behind her, she opened her eyes wide.

"Nah, what, so...?

"- Why are you alive?"

Standing behind him was the undisputed 'Gil' the man.

If you look at it, his left arm is piercing her back and wearing her heart, and he can only live because it is now that his vitality is increased by the power of the divine sword, but it was normally an instant death blow.

Oops, and blood overflowed from her mouth, and Zero, who watched it directly beside her, opened her eyes wide.

"Oh, it can't be...! Hey, why! The Apocalypse now will surely hit -"

"Right. I couldn't resist the blow. I'm sure it presupposes enhancement by the Divine Sword, but perfect for timing. Unless you're capable of metastasis, there's no one you can't kill with a single blow right now."

And that, of course, is no exception to Gil.

More than not having the skills of a metastatic system, that speed, that range, the means to flaunt the attack from behind at that time could not have been more than the original.

"Well, then..."

With that screaming, Zero clogged his words and opened his eyes to that sight, which he scowled in the corner of his sight.

From his body, the ever-dark robe disappears. Whether his right leg or right arm was on the way to recovery, he was recovering at a tremendous rate while giving up steam.

Didn't you catch it completely?

The possibility is past my head, but I immediately intuit that it's different.

I think I should miss something.

Something, naturally, and more importantly, I feel like I'm missing out.

Gil pulls her hand out of Sakura-cho's back, blood overflows and her body falls to the ground

- Fatal injuries.

When I turned my gaze to Armor small, I knew at a glance that it would be a serious injury to death if I didn't treat you right now.

The magic is already running out.

Still, as she glanced at Giggle, he scoffed and let his left arm spin.

"-Thank you. He was chopping off my left arm."

The words make her perceive everything.

- Immortality.

That skill of a vampire who has reached his realm is, so to speak, 'if he stays even part of his body, he can go from there fully fast', even if the body is extinguished by 'apocalypse', if he stays one arm, that's enough to go back.

"Ko, this...... ugh!

"Don't stare. I had to let go of this ever-darker robe. It's a wonderful activity that correctly gives history its name."

But his eyes are distorted by ridicule.

He grinned furiously, summoning a black stained Adamas sickle in his recovered right hand.

"Apocalypse, huh? Well, that's a brilliant blow to the first kill. But I've sacrificed so much to unleash one blow, and I guess I'm unleashing another?

Armour is down, Sakura-cho is wearing his heart, and Zero is out of magic. It's just that nobody's dead, and the fact that it's 'packed' never wavers.

Bow, and Gil shakes up his sickle, wrapped in pitch-black magic.

"All three of us could destroy one weapon. Scratch that fact on your chest and make it a souvenir of the underworld."

- Too strong.

You can't win.

The black vicious sickle swung down in a straight line, aiming at Zero, who looked up at Gill with a face that seemed so crying.