Hakoniwa: Opening Fusion and Back to Izayoi

“Hmph, that’s enough nonsense to talk about! Come in with me! ”

After speaking, under the leadership of Azdahaka, the poet jumped into the divine fire and entered the center of [Zoroastrianism].

The hall of Zoroastrianism is made of carnelian gemstones, but its background is a little dim! Above the walls, a pale flame is lit!

It is obviously burning, but it can’t feel any trace of temperature, but it gives people the illusion that everything in heaven and earth can be incinerated!

At the innermost part of the hall, a gauze tent was pulled up! The light that shines through the gauze tent reflects the figure of a graceful woman.

“That’s it, if the game is built, let’s start now!”

Azdahaka prevented the fantasy poet from going further.

The poet stopped, and he had no intention of going deeper.

Moreover, the fundamental reason why he was able to accept the invitation was not the sect master of the Zoroastrian Sect.

In the case of the demon king who carries the banner of evil, the poet admires Azdahaka more than the mother of the evil god.

“Your Excellency, this is the rule of my game as a bet, if I want to peek into the future of human history, even if it is me, I will go to extinction under the weakening of Lingge, although there are three sun sovereigns as a reward! But… Eventually, I’ll put him on you. ”

The poet’s words could not help but make Azdahaka frown.

“You… Did you know something for a long time? ”

“Naturally, I am the demon king of poets, wandering the world, observing human history or something, naturally not a word, the truth of what you have been given in your hands… I know it! ”

He said it with a sigh.

However, the [Mother of Evil God] will not stop there.

Azdahaka will not end easily, either.

You have to see it with your own eyes to be able to convince yourself.

“In that case, Your Excellency, accept my highest work as a poet!”

Syllable! The poet snapped his fingers. Although it was just the crisp sound of blisters bursting, the change caused by this action was more drastic than the star shift.

Using the three solar sovereigns that Azdahaka seized from the Sun War as a medium, the highest level of bounty games are played.

The Mother of the Evil God of the [Zoroastrian] Sect Master, who was supposed to be sitting on the throne, had already shifted to the starry sky of the earth when she noticed it.

Even Azdahaka couldn’t help but look surprised.

“Realm transfer!? No, it’s not right! It’s the world outside the box… That is, human history!? ”

The unexpected game, even if it is a demon king, is inevitably stunned.

This is not a game that summons the stage, but a masterpiece that incarnates the torrent of time, integrated into human history.

Bounty Game Name: The Future of Humanity

Summary of rules

(1) Until the participant admits satisfaction, game observation can be made countless times.

(2) As the main premise of this gift game, ensure that [everything is a future reality].

Victory conditions for the participant

(1) Recognize the truth of [malice].

(2) Recognize the ignorance of human beings

(3) Until the participant is satisfied

swear

Under the name and flag, swear that the above game is a legitimate thing – [Fantasy Magic Road Book Group] seal

This moment.

The Sect Master of the [Fire Worship Sect] had disappeared into the third level of the Box Court.

Under the rules of the highest level of bounty game constructed by fantasy poets, it enters the torrent of human history.

In the future of human history, they will see what they want.

Until they are satisfied with the unknown, this game can even go on forever.

“Okay, now everything is ready.”

This moment.

The fantasy poet’s Linge began to decay, at an incredible rate.

Almost instantly, its sense of existence became extremely weak.

However, his face was filled with a satisfied smile.

Above the raised right hand, the three suns are included in it.

“In that case, Your Excellency, I will quietly wait for your return in the box court, and whoever bears that sin will witness it to the end!”

The timidity of the gods, the cowardice of the gods, the withdrawal of the gods and Buddhas.

It’s up to me to break this situation!

The fantasy poet has such ideals in his heart.

“When you are born, you will be weak, you may be sealed, or you will be repelled… However, you will not be defeated, let alone simply crossed, these three sun sovereignty, I will weigh on you! ”

After speaking.

The body of the fantasy poet became illusory and eventually disappeared completely in [Zoroastrianism]!

In such cases.

I don’t know how long it took.

Within [Zoroastrianism], there was a woman’s cry.

Very light and soft! But – crying sadly!

However, in her crying, she could not hear any self-interest, and what caused her to cry was a larger and unknown reason.

The bounty game of the supreme masterpiece constructed by the fantasy poet is over.

Since it is an observation of the future history of mankind.

Even though it has gone through tens of millions of years, in the box court, it is only a fleeting moment.

This is the secret of the Bounty Game.

It is also the mystery of the inner universe liberated by the fantasy poet through the medium of his own spirit.

The Evil God Mother gently wiped the corners of her eyes.

And next to it, Azdahaka stared at the woman with red jade pupils!

The woman gently wiped the tears that fell from her beautiful eyes! Even if she is crying, through her side face, you can see that it is a woman who is thrillingly beautiful,

Azdahaka looked at the crying woman, unable to say a word, he just shook his head, but her sadness, he could not feel.

She is the [Mother of Evil God], she is the [Creator]! What the hell are you sad for!?

Azdahaka was puzzled.