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"Heh, it seems the verbal sparring ends here."

"Let me see if your abilities match your boasting."

The Land to the Left's lips curled upward into a grin, his face displaying an air of superiority.

"Let me make something clear."

"I absolutely cannot lose. While that strike you landed earlier was quite impressive, I define the relationship between strength and weakness. Here, there is no such thing as power disparity."

As he spoke, a cloud of white dust appeared around him, swirling and solidifying into a scythe for executions.

He cackled maniacally, making his gaunt face even more repulsive.

"I am the strongest member of God's Right Seat! I'll make sure that mouth of yours can't utter another word."

"Priority Consideration—Humanity Below, Wheat Flour Above!"

With that flippant and arrogant declaration, the Land to the Left decisively swung his white, wheat-flour-formed blade.

The white blade flashed through the air, slicing through the space and arriving directly before Harumura Makoto, aiming straight for his chest.

However,

Harumura Makoto made no extraneous movements, simply raising his foot with a casual air and kicking towards the blade.

"Bang—!"

"Just as I thought, you're utterly pathetic."

Chapter 355: Slaughter

"Bang—!"

Harumura Makoto's foot didn't collide head-on with the white blade; instead, he kicked the side of the blade, the shocking impact sending a deep, muffled boom throughout the Papal Palace.

With just this one kick, Harumura Makoto made no extra movements, not even using any particular technique.

The white blade seemed to suffer some tremendous impact, exploding and reverting to white wheat flour, scattering into the air.

"How—!?"

The Land to the Left's confident expression faltered abruptly, replaced by astonishment.

"Is that all it takes to surprise you so much?"

Harumura Makoto smirked, a disdainful smile rising on his face.

"Calling you a frog in a well is no exaggeration."

"Where did your earlier bluster go? Didn't you say that you define the relationship between strength and weakness? What happened, trash?"

"You—"

The Land to the Left's eyes widened, as if flames were about to burst from them.

"Priority Consideration—Ground Below, Humanity Above."

The Land to the Left chanted the incantation once more.

Suddenly, Harumura Makoto felt the air around him lighten, the once-hard ground beneath his feet turning into something like quicksand, and he sank into the ground as if he'd fallen into a swamp.

"Priority Consideration—Humanity Below, Wheat Flour Above."

The Land to the Left's green robes once again flowed with a seemingly endless stream of white dust, which solidified into a white guillotine blade, slashing directly towards Harumura Makoto's waist.

Currently, Harumura Makoto was stuck with his lower legs submerged in the ground, and if this white guillotine blade were to strike directly, it would likely bisect him.

What can I say?

Judging solely from his previous performance, the Land to the Left's power is indeed unimpressive.

But in reality, he just happened to encounter the monster that is Harumura Makoto.

He is, after all, a member of God's Right Seat.

Having washed away the seven deadly sins of humanity, he has elevated his own status to a level approaching that of an angel, capable of wielding incomplete angel magic.

The power of angel magic is still considerable.

Otherwise, the original Harumura Makoto wouldn't have been so wary, and the power of his angel magic, 'Light's Execution,' is indeed formidable.

In biblical mythology, while equality between people is emphasized, there is no doubt that angels are superior to humans, and therefore, in theory, the Son of God, who is on par with God, far surpasses humans.

In theory, no matter what weapons humans use or what methods they employ, they cannot harm the Son of God.

But the fact is, the Son of God did indeed die at the hands of humans.

This is clearly recorded in the Bible: the Son of God was nailed to the cross and killed by humans using a spear called Longinus.

The Land to the Left's magic is derived from this legend.

The existence that was originally in a higher position was killed by the lower position, and the magic constructed from this can freely set the order of upper and lower, and reverse it.

Just like before, the weakest wheat flour can condense into a knife, hard enough to cut through the human body.

The originally hard ground can also be reversed to become as soft as cotton, allowing humans to sink directly into it.

It's really just as he said: in his presence, strength and weakness are meaningless because he defines them.

Harumura Makoto's body is indeed very tough, but he is not completely immune to the magic of God's Right Seat.

After all, the world level of the 'A Certain Magical Index' universe is still very high. For example, the Land to the Left originally said, 'Ground Below, Humanity Above.'

Normally, this sentence should have caused Harumura Makoto to sink directly into the ground.

However, the effect of the magic on him was not sufficient, only causing him to sink in a little.

Also, for example, 'Humanity Below, Wheat Flour Above.'

The blade condensed from wheat flour could not directly bisect him, at most opening a gash in his abdomen.

Such an injury, to him, probably wouldn't even count as a minor wound; using magic, it could be completely healed in a few breaths.

"But, I still say the same thing."

"Land to the Left, because of you, I am now utterly disappointed in the so-called God's Right Seat."

"Because you, are truly terrifyingly pathetic."

The Land to the Left's ability to freely set the relationship between the strength of objects is indeed good.

But its flaws are equally significant.

Facing the white guillotine blade attacking his waist, Harumura Makoto didn't even exert any effort, shaking his body and directly shattering the stone blocks encasing his feet, breaking free from the constraints of the earth.

Then, he leaped directly into the air, accurately stepping on the blade, a sudden force instantly crushing it, like a bird with suddenly broken wings, being stepped on the ground without any struggle, unable to move forward even half an inch.

The Land to the Left was caught completely off guard, dumbfounded on the spot.

"What, is that all you've got?"

Harumura Makoto's foot ground down hard, a bored and mocking expression reappearing on his face.

"Who's the one spouting nonsense? Useless trash."

"You know what?"

The solidified wheat flour was directly crushed by Harumura Makoto's power, the exploded powder turning into a mist drifting around.

"Right now, in my eyes, you're just like the monkey you mentioned."

"A monkey with only fur, no brains, and arrogance."

In fact, the Land to the Left's magic was not as strong as imagined; at least its most obvious weakness was already on full display.

"This magic only allows for the setting of two objects at a time, right?"

Although he had only seen it three times, the Land to the Left's successive use of the magic had already revealed this flaw.

When he set 'Ground Below, Humanity Above,' he directly changed the hardness of the ground.

Although, because of him, the effect of the Land to the Left's magic on him was limited, he could feel the ground's suction on him when he sank into it.

However,

When he chanted 'Humanity Below, Wheat Flour Above,' the softness of the ground directly disappeared, returning to the original hardness of the ground.

This situation is already easy to judge.

The first set of objects was the ground and humanity, but when making the second setting, he had to abandon the first setting in order to set other objects.

In other words, he can only have one order of settings each time; two settings can never coexist.

If he could perform two settings simultaneously, there would be no need to remove the ground's restriction on him; no matter what, the simultaneous existence of two settings would cause him some trouble, wouldn't it?

"You told me earlier, right, that you define the relationship between strength and weakness."

Harumura Makoto curled his lips, mocking.

"Don't even mention trapping me in the mud; even if you could bring down the sun, I would be unharmed."

"Stop dreaming, you idiot."

"You—"

The Land to the Left couldn't help but take a step back, then was stung by his own incompetence, his usually flippant expression twisting, his eyes filled with anger.

But at this moment, Harumura Makoto had already moved.

"Bang!"

Crushing the tiles under his feet, Harumura Makoto's figure turned directly into a bullet.

The Land to the Left instantly tensed, shouting loudly.

"Priority Consideration—Humanity Below, Air Below!"

With the Land to the Left's shout, a strange wave began to reverberate in the air.

"—"

Harumura Makoto's figure, which was rushing towards the Land to the Left like a bullet, suddenly stopped, as if he had been imprisoned by the air, unable to move.

The Land to the Left's voice sounded again.

"Priority Consideration—Air Below, Wheat Flour Above!"

The white powder swirling around the Land to the Left erupted again.

"Rumble—!"

The white powder once again transformed into a huge executioner's blade, stirring the air as it burst towards Harumura Makoto with astonishing speed and a sonic boom, as if breaking through the obstacles of the earth.

However, at this moment.

Harumura Makoto's body suddenly regained freedom, and with a flicker, he disappeared from here.

"Whoosh!"

In a burst of air-splitting sound, a blurred black shadow appeared directly in front of the Land to the Left.

In his hand, the blood-colored demon blade drew a bizarre arc in the air.

"Priority Consideration—Weapon Below! Humanity Above!"

The strange wave that had just reverberated in the air now fluctuated around the Land to the Left.

However…

"Bang—!"

A powerful kick landed heavily on the Land to the Left's chest, sending him flying without mercy.

"Puh!"

A mouthful of blood spurted directly from the Land to the Left's mouth, a painful cry squeezing from his throat, his body rolling on the ground like a ball.

"Cough cough cough…"

Blood continued to cough from his mouth.

"You bas…tard!"

The Land to the Left, lying on the ground, was filled with anger and shock.

He never expected to be reduced to such a miserable state, to be beaten into this state by someone from the science side whom he looked down upon the most.