Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

It was the old man with the robe together who restrained him and put him in the air (,,,).

The old man is floating in big letters.

A circle of light is doubled on both hands and feet.

Thoughtful restraint, astalot or something - a level of restraint that can't be pulled out and can't move, whether it's God or not.

I naturally sealed up the magic too, then asked the old man again.

"My grandfather's the mastermind of the case?

"Heh, heh, heh, heh."

The old man did not answer and laughed high.

Unless his head was also restrained and fixed, he would have looked up to heaven and laughed greatly.

"Ah, Master Alexander"

"It's okay, Shaomei, I'm not alarmed. Physics, magic, curse, kingdom, summons. I deal with all possibilities. All this guy can do is talk."

I restrained the old man even more mindfully, even though I told Shaomai to reassure him.

Crush ahead of all possibilities, I try to make them talk because I listen, but otherwise seal everything in.

"Kid, you thought you won?

"Answer my question first, my grandfather is the mastermind of this case?

"You were a foot too late, it would be even more powerful if you received that fine soul that you see with the nobility. But enough for now."

"You're not in a conversation."

"Be my man."

After a one-way interaction, the old man laughed.

"Dear Alexander! People from the other side!

Shaomai made a chopped voice.

Turning to the other side following her gaze, she saw the figure of one young man.

The young man slowly comes this way in his unmade footsteps.

If you're not human, you're not dead.

I don't feel the will, walking like a sleepwalker if you're going to analogize.

"You just look... human, I'm sure"

"Yes, is it a monster again"

"Until you knock him out."

"Heh, heh, heh, heh."

The old man laughed high again.

"What's wrong with you?

"Even the kid knows angels, right?

"You still can't have a conversation."

"The whole land of this magic school was sealed with demons. Marcosias, a demon by the name. Hehe, stupid humans, without even knowing that the devil was originally an angel."

……

No, I know.

So was Azazel, who was at the other magic school.

He was an ex-angel, but was corrupted by the devil because of some circumstance.

The Sword of the Wise had no answer for that, but maybe every soul in the world is all the same.

Rank goes up and down, and even if you do good deeds extremely godly, you will be corrupted by the devil with some clap.

Whoa, more than that, now it's right in front of you.

Right, you were in magic school here, too, ex-angel demon.

"I couldn't prepare the soul of God, but if it's an ex-angel, it's all over it. Thank God for the Empire!

Even more expensive, an old man with an octave of voice.

"I succeeded in regenerating that angel and pushing it into a man's flesh. Look!"

An old man who is stuck to a large letter in the air.

From that tension, it seemed like a trick to spread my hands from scratch and boast of something.

"That was a man, not a man, an angel, but a transcendent being"

Still, I saw a young man approaching me slowly walking.

I saw his soul over my glasses with it on all the time.

The old man is right, a soul of a high rank, undoubtedly of an angel.

You must be a low-ranking soul when you're being corrupted by the devil, but you turned your soul back into an angel in some way, like I did to Azazel and Astalot.

"This is the complete form of Hershel's secret law, the putting of transcendental souls in a man's flesh"

Until then, in an expensive tone, an old man, speaking like a speech, saw me for the first time and spoke to me.

"It was your enemy who set your mouth free trying to extract information from me, kid! Marcosias!"

When the old man shouted, the young man freaked out, once he stopped his leg.

"It's Niley's formation. Make them a blood festival, because of the curse of the decision!

"Dear Alexander!

――――

The young man with the soul of an angel roared looking up to heaven.

Not a human or a monster, the first voice I've ever heard.

Only the power beyond angels has unleashed a sense of intimidation just by roaring.

Intimidated by this, Shao Mei suddenly lost herself without being able to scream.

The next moment, the world distorts.

The force released from the transcendental angel Marcosias wrapped and captured me.

"Don't move. Don't worry, there's no pain. It ends in an instant."

A winning old man.

I asked the sword of the wise about the "formation of the nilly".

Niley's formation is how to fight to ensure the burial of an understated (,) opponent.

Something that rocks at each other's soul level and bumps into each other's vitality and magic.

It's like an outline, purely a comparison of forces.

The special thing is that once activated, one of them won't disarm until they're dead, and they won't be able to move each other.

It's a technique that clearly twists your downward opponent with overwhelming force.

The next moment I understood it all, the power was imminent.

A running stream of power, like the pressure it exerts on your whole body.

This is the power of Marcosias, indeed, stronger than any other opponent ever had.

More than the angel Azazel, more than the Astarot of God.

It is the transcendent power of an angel put into the human flesh by Hershel's secret law.

The old man was proud to win.

The next moment, ooh! and Marcosias threw up blood, fluttered, and fell as-is.

As a result of Niley's formation, I was intact and my opponent died.

"........................ what?

The old man, who had won until just before, looked like he didn't know what had happened.

It alternates between fallen Marcosias and me and makes me flashy.

"Unfortunately, angels can't beat me."

"Become -"

This is a SSS rank, a man who could have been a god.

Compared to pure power, no angel can beat a human being.