The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

Silver brilliance.

The surrounding space is coloured as the "sole" drifts through the space, scattering a silver glow all around it.

Chaos was holding his sword with his eyes wide open at the phenomenon, and he exhaled hu loudly at its appearance.

"-Chloe."

Fool, I called my name.

Two giant 'arms' are summoned from my back as soon as possible, gripping my fist.

- Site manifestation.

Simple calculations double the number of hands.

Looking at the chaos that made it even more alarming before, a voice echoed in my head.

'Come on, this is your wife's hand you didn't even use to fight that fuzzy bastard, right? Can I use it at this early age? "

It was the Holy Beast White Tiger, Chloe, who had asked so.

Behind that blurry voice lies a definite 'worry' lurking, laughing back at her voice like this.

"What, anyway, immediately use (...) eh (...) nah (...) nah (...)"

This power I never even used once during my battle with Alpha.

Well, honestly, this is the first time I've used it in combat, and I've only been practicing this technology by myself as a training...... or power.

Well, if I were to name it - right.

"-" Autocratic Soul Domain (Autocrasy), "do you feel?"

autocracy

Translated into English, was it [dictatorship]?

What a worthy word for this ability.

So powerful as that seems, this ability came to me that there is still 'up there' on it.

If I were, I wouldn't have any hands I wouldn't use.

"... magic? No, it does contain magic, but..."

Yes, to the chaos that is paying attention to me but gazing at the brilliance of my surroundings, I softly stab my sword to the roof and poke my palm.

Unfortunately, this cannot be said of the chaos that has stripped me of my vigilance because I see it in the movement.

fine (...) divine (...) to (...) and (...) to (...) is (...) natural (...), object (...) rational (...) to (...).

- Strangle him.

Squeeze, clench your fists.

As soon as it was done, a hand-like mark was drawn on the neck of chaos, and the chaos, uncomfortable with it - the next moment, it suffers as if it had been strangled.

"but ahhhh. This, this, is...!

"Well, there's no way to deal with it if you rattle me, so let me tell you, spare my sister's face"

I laughed so much, trying to strangle him while opening the distance of a few dozen meters, and reinvigorating myself into my fist, so that I could respond, and a dark bruise carved into the neck of chaos.

"- I am. He said his soul was too big."

To the word, the gaze of confused chaos pierces.

"When I came back, I couldn't get my soul through this vessel at all. The soul that entered this..., maybe 10% of the total. Well, there can't be a soul 'separating' except for Irregular (Gil), and the remaining 90% of souls, except 10%, tried to force themselves into the vessel"

That's all I can think of is the appearance of a girl and a boy I once met in the Empire.

The name of the disease the boy was suffering from - magic sickness.

At birth, the soul, that is, the total amount of magic, and the magic continues to destroy the vessel without the time to remember magic control - a disease that is, to put it simply, like that.

Well, that would solve everything if I were forced to remember magic control, but this' excess of souls' was never a problem that would fit to that extent.

Anyway, my soul isn't nearly 90% in my body.

Oh, my God, I only have 10% of my consciousness and memory in my body, and other than that, it floats outside. Besides, they try to eat this body and come inside. He said that if you force him to do that, you can see it explode from within.

Well, what's the matter?

In ten percent of consciousness, I thought.

Think about it. Keep thinking.

And then I thought,

"Oh yeah. If you're not going in anyway, you can honestly keep 90% out of your body."

That moment, in a slight consciousness, what I did was a separation of souls.

The soul basically does not separate.

Therefore, they were separated without separation.

My soul wanted to enter my body simply because I still had my 'self' in my air drifting soul.

If so, all I have to do is make my self and other magical powers live apart completely and without separation.

There is only one conclusion that came to that.

"Bring 10% of your self into your body. Otherwise, 90% of the magic goes out of your body."

To the words, chaos made visible and surprising.

"Then, stupid......! So, what's your magic now?"

"Correct. Now my magic is going to be [zero]"

Smile like that and shake off your arms softly.

Moments, the chaos that was blown away as it swung, pierced from his head to the tip of the spire of his castle, and the tower collapsed in tears with its impact.

But as for the amount of damage, the chaos that appeared from the rubble looked at me from "out of range" and opened my eyes with dismay.

Now I'm completely out of magic. [M]

Anyway, this vessel only contains my self. [M]

Therefore all the souls that commanded magic hid and concealed and disguised themselves, and brought them round about this body.

And if you look at it as a giant 'one' soul, you won't have separated it, and if it's those magic powers that can only be used little by little so that the cover-up isn't usually released, if only you can uncover it. Silver souls, if it's okay to put them on the table.

At that time, you can take as much magic as you like and use it all you want. Besides, it was seen as a part of my body and my recovery remained constant.

The total amount of magic is the same as ever - no, much more than ever.

In addition, it's like dominating the surrounding space itself with your soul.

- Therefore, I can do anything.

Anyway, it's in your own soul.

If it were, I would also agree that it put the subject in my stomach.

So he laughs and pulls out the sword that pierces the roof, poking its cutting-edge into chaos.

Perhaps you can see the silver soul surrounding my body. Otherwise I wouldn't be so surprised.

"Well, how about it's time to get serious?

If you want to be the strongest guard and bring it into melee combat, at that point you will have to step out under the control of your soul...... no, [under dictatorship].

While I'm talking about myself, I don't even know how to win at all. Whatever the irregularities are.

"No way, isn't that the end of it? Former Strongest"

I kept laughing.

Still, stare at the chaos.

To be honest, I'm not tired of wasting it rather than falling short of expectations when I'm done with it.

With that in mind, I was wondering if it was time for you to give me a break. Isn't it time for the sister-brother fight to end, huh? Yes, I prayed to the dots on the inside. Not me.

"- Ku, ku ku...! You have to come......"

I heard that voice, and it kind of depressed me.

I knew it. Blood is my sister, even if it's not connected. There was no way I wasn't a combat maniac.

Thoughtfully, exhaling loudly, he deforms the black sword in his left hand into a crucifix.

'Master, what will you do?

"Ah Ur. Super barrage for now, please."

That said, throwing a wand gently into the void, countless magic formations float around that crucifix that floated in the air.

- Vortex magic formation.

One by one spins, making it like a bullet and typing magic into a vicious, extreme magic formation. In addition, they are dictated - absolutely destructive attributes are inscribed.

Plus, you can come after me. [M]

"- Expression/Solar Artifact: The Plague's Sun Bow (Corona Disaster)"

It was the big bow of the Red Lotus that appeared in my hand.

Apparently Apollon was making it again, no matter what Apollon artifact I once destroyed during the battle, and its accuracy and power have increased before and it is extremely vicious.

"Phew! I made it for you, I'll burn it if you don't thank me at most!

"Yes, yes - heh!

An arrow of red lotus was unleashed from the erected bow, and the chaos that saw it bounced off the arrow with its arms wrapped in black magic.

And unleashed toward the chaos that shook off his arms is a superbarrage unleashed by countless magic formations.

A bloody ray makes a noise like an explosion and releases it over the sky, which at the next moment, makes it rain and pours it around the chaos.

Just moments after I shook off my arm, the delayed chaos of action looked up at Gabba and the sky, smashing my tongue - gah, this way I ran through the sky.

Probably thought it was a long shot and there was no winning eye. Of course I have no objection to that. A demon king would be the only one who can beat me at a distance. [M]

- So you're right to bring it into close range.

"Yes Dong"

A chaos that stepped into my soul and approached me in front of me.

To her like that, I slapped Chloe's hands in the waiting room.

"but...... ugh"

It was chaos that was so full of groans and managed to take that blow with both arms, but with the knee attached to the roof, the motion is completely stitched to the spot.

If you fight at a distance, you'll have barrage and poison arrows.

If you fight at medium range, you will be ruled by your soul.

Fight at close range and you'll have a physical attack.

No more blind spots, an interception system as neat as I said.

What happens if I poorly hand this forward.

"Okay, check mate"

Softly, keep an eye on the chaos in front of you.

The crisp and squeezed bow made an unpleasant sound, and the chaos opened its eyes wide to the bow placed in front of it -

"- I did, I approached him."

From the chaos I laughed so much, I overflowed with immense magic.