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The Death of the Demon Buddha
Following Yu’s voice, it fell.
Longinus’ gun body glowed with a strange red light, as crimson as blood.
Without Yuduo’s reminder, Sengzheng understood Longinus’ anomaly. This gun was not a god-killing gun that pierced through him directly. , It’s just a fake trick.
The gun has long been dropped.
Painted by the blood, the more bright red god-killing spear kept vibrating, vibrating with a super-high-speed rule called high-frequency vibration, and began to rotate strangely, detonating the spell that had been buried in Seng Zheng’s body for a long time.
And just at this moment, a will came from the side of Aleister in the seventh school district in that strange rotation with the fake god-killing gun as the output point.
“Listen well, this is the whisper of an avenger.” Knowing that the matter was ‘over’, Youyou stepped on Sengzheng’s lower abdomen worriedly to prevent Sengzheng from counterattacking.
At this moment, Aleister’s whisper came through the gun.
“Do you still remember?… I, who wanted to make the world a better place, and who wanted to save all mankind, carefully conceived it, but was taken away by your ridiculous will and fatalism, my daughter’s name?”
Sengzheng, whose heart was torn apart, received this will, as if he was affected by some emotion, and showed a smile.
However, Seng Zheng didn’t think of that name, but the name of the hard-hearted rationalist who would kill himself at the risk of exposing his cards.
He clearly cursed imperfect human beings, but he slept with different women again and again. He clearly reached the pinnacle of magic but resolutely embraced science… Then, in order to further study science, he gave a large number of teenagers and girls into illegal drugs. , completely regarded human beings as a must, but when his own daughter died, he wrote a diary and wept silently.
By the way, how did the baby girl with the name like an irrational number die?
It seems that the collective will of the Demon God, which is unwilling to be a new god, interfered with the fate and sent the newly born her to hell.
‘It was indeed my fault for waiting. ’
The Sangha, who had recovered his Buddha-nature before his death, was thinking like this, and then let out a sigh.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the silver-haired youth who stepped on him, muttered something in a low voice, and then turned into brown mud.
“Magic Buddha” Sangzheng, under the curse of the avengers, completely fell.
The Crimson Spear disintegrated directly after venting someone’s will.
Yu watched the death of the monk with a calm face, standing silently on the ground, and then, along with the footsteps of the pata pata, the limping Kihara’s brain stem appeared at the end of the road, from far to near. , came to Yu’s side.
“Did you kill it successfully? Fortunately, I was able to survive dragging a half-disabled body. I really earned it.”
The golden retriever said happily after seeing the sand on the ground, then it turned its head and said to Yu in a seemingly ingratiating manner:
“But if you can kill Sengzheng, you deserve to be your majesty. It seems that there is a gap in strength even between demon gods!”
“Stop boasting, it was Aleister who gave him the last blow.”
The corner of You’s mouth twitched, revealing a smile.
“Eh!” Kihara’s brain stem was stunned.
It was Aleister who killed the Demon God, and in front of Yuu, did Aleister use that method of pressing the bottom of the box? Is he crazy? ! !
For a moment, Kihara’s brain stem, who understood the filth between Yu and Aleister, fell into deep consternation.
“Okay, the matter is over, the aftermath will be left to you.”
Yu put away the Divine Salvation Sword, put it on his shoulders, and walked towards the crossroads ahead in small steps.
Where, the four of “Props” dragged the unconscious Kamijou Touma and a male teacher to the intersection. Then, seeing Yuu safe and sound, Takitsubo Rikari in the distance couldn’t help but patted his chest, seemingly relieved. tone.
‘”Beware of ‘Jehovah'”? ‘ Yu, who was walking slowly, repeatedly chewed on the words of the monk before his death, frowned, and at this moment, he felt a familiar breath enter his lair.
In the “Talent Workshop”, the petite and lovely eldest bishop happily waved her little hand towards the monitor.
……
Milan, the Underground Magic Library of the National Library.
Orells, who frowned and stared at the ceiling, finally let out a long breath and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his cheeks.
“The fluctuations on the Japanese side have disappeared. Although I don’t know who won, it seems that I should be lucky.”
“Thank you for what?” Sylvia, who was with Orells, asked in confusion.
Since witnessing the fissure of the sky yesterday, Orells has become rambunctious. If she hadn’t understood the physique of the quasi-demon god, she would have doubted whether Orells had a mental illness.
However, even a quasi-demon god seems to be able to suffer from mental illness, right?
Thinking like this, Sylvia couldn’t help but put her hand into her pocket, took out her mobile phone, and recalled the phone number of a well-known psychiatrist.
“Ah, fortunately, the fragile earth once again successfully served as the battlefield of the gods, and it didn’t turn into a pile of rubble.”
Orells, who finally recovered his strength, said with a chuckle. He was really lucky. After all, the energy fluctuations in the distance were so terrifying. Even if he knew that the fighting side could do micro-manipulation, he was still afraid of both sides. He blushed and ignored it.
Suddenly, Orells was stunned, and looked at Sylvia who was texting with some surprise.
“What are you doing, Sylvia?”
“Send an appointment letter to Dr. Kedimu, and I’ll accompany you to his clinic in the afternoon.”
“oh, I see.”
Orells looked bright, then turned around, and continued to soak in the piles of magic books. He wanted to complete his trump card as soon as possible. The coming of the gods and the previous encounter with Othinus filled him. sense of crisis.
These days, if you don’t have a trump card, how can you live in the face of those monsters! !
“Wait, Sylvia, who did you just say that you were sending an appointment text message?”
Mr. Orells’ reflex arc finally bounced back.
“Of course it’s you~ Don’t worry, it’s probably just a small problem, it will definitely be saved!”
Orells: “…fuck!”
……
Tokyo’s port area where land is expensive.
In the snack street where people come and go, Nephthys and Niangniang blocked the sight of the surrounding people and occupied a seafood barbecue stall.
“The monk is dead.”
Niangniang took out a scarecrow that was broken into four pieces, and said with some melancholy.
“Ah, that capricious old man, I thought his Six Paths could let him escape directly.”Nephthys put down the meat skewer in his hand and said with a complicated expression.
“Next, what should we do?”
“…Let’s go to North America after eating. I remember her base should be there.”
“I understand.”
The barbecue stall fell into peace again, only the shop owner’s puzzled face swayed from side to side.
“It’s weird, obviously there are no guests, why have I been grilling skewers?”