Hakoba: Opening Fusion and Reverse Izayoi

Right now, it's the world burning.

This is by no means a metaphor.

Even the sky was scorched black by the raging fires of the city, and the clouds were stained with black smoke.

The flames that had not been extinguished for seven days and seven nights were not only not satisfied with the people who lived here, but even devoured the uninhabited ruins and continued to spread.

Lightning shining in the dark clouds struck the mountains and rivers, shattering the walls of the dam and creating turbidity currents. The uncontrollable flow of water immediately flooded the river, gradually submerging the city. The torrent that rushed from the mountains engulfed the houses mercilessly, and the cries for help only disappeared from the water.

The ground cracked due to continuous earthquakes, and the gray streets made of artificial concrete easily lost their urban function. Even if a major country is prepared for a disaster, it can only maintain its appearance. The vital veins along the buildings were soon cut off, and the world's largest city was reduced to a cluster of gray towers.

It's a drawing of hell – yes, a picture of hell.

This scene is indeed worthy of being called the streets of hell.

The toddlers, who had lost their parents, cried and searched for their parents, but there was no one to respond to their calls, and they could only roll on the ground and die slowly because their skin was burned black.

The tears had been evaporated by the heat before they hit the ground, and the blood turned from red to black as it dripped down.

People in a state of panic rushed to flee, only to be crushed and trampled by others who fled and lost their lives.

Under the consciousness of the individual, which is revealed in the state of limits, there is no extra space for the spirit of fraternity to sprout.

These people, deprived of their human dignity, look like a horde of wild animals trying to escape the disaster.

After casually looking at the sky.

You can see the sea of clouds shrouded in black smoke rolling up like a living thing, and the thunder is like the roar of an artiodactyl.

The appearance of raising hooves to stir up the atmosphere is indeed qualified to be compared to a bull galloping in the sky.

However, this is not the only one of the superbeasts that have appeared in this ruined city.

The king of clovenhooves who stirs in the dark clouds.

The dead-eyed giant laughing at it.

A dragon king who sets off stormy waves with eight heads.

The ape god whose golden hair fluttered in the wind but was ashamed to bow his head.

On the other side of the smoke, more demon kings roared and ravaged the human world.

The appearance of the strongest demon kings who may be enough to endanger the history of mankind is gathering together to burn down the world. What is it if this is not a hellish sight?

The demon kings, who are the embodiment of calamity, must be like storms, tsunamamis, and thunderstorms, showing their fangs indiscriminately to everything in the world.

However, this is not the most terrifying existence.

The superbeasts that roam the civilized cities are undoubtedly the destroyers of history, appearing and disappearing like natural disasters, and in the trajectory of their movements, not even ruins will be left.

But—

This is not a real trial.

The vicious beings who incarnate the Scourge are nothing more than pure Perpetrators! There is no trace of Justice in their actions, and they exist only for the purpose of destruction.

But.

Those three heads are completely different existences.

They are not pure perpetrators, but real trials.

There is an alien dragon that destroys all civilizations without distinction, and the red jade pupils of the three-headed demon dragon reflect the despair of the end.

There is an invisible demon king who incarnates as a birdcage captive civilization, which is the ideal land of lost intellect.

The decadent black winds surround the ends of the world, and the Faceless End is releasing the signal of hunger, ready to pull the trigger of devouring.

The Last of the Last-

There is also a pure white figure.

He is independent of civilization and looks at it all with a rational eye.

He's not a natural disaster, it's not a trial.

The existence of that heterogeneity is not recognized by the times, but it stands on top of existing concepts.

However, he was carrying the eternal banner of black, which represented the end.

Behind that pure white body, the world fell into chaos.

At his feet, lying were a group of millions of gods.

One person slaughtered thousands of gods and Buddhas, and carried the sin of blood alone.

At this time, the wind of destruction of finalism is blowing in the earth.

He pointed straight to the sky and won the top of the box court.

"Come on..."

At this moment, that back, under the backdrop of the black flag, even after a hundred years, is still frozen in the legend.

At the same time, in the pupils of this great demon king.

Another flag is reflected.

It was the boundless earth, and the first light was born at the end of the earth.

Exactly at this moment!

An evil pupil opened its eyes.

With cold sweat all over his body, this [Thousand Eyes] big cadre woke up.

The all-knowing and all-powerful Great Demon, Laplace!

This slumber was much shorter than the slumber in the past.

It's because of this dream!

"It's... Dream!?"

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and covered her cheeks, her evil pupils glowing with all the red light from before.

That's... The cold light of killing.

What is reflected is the existence of corpses all over the field, and the cruel scene of millions of gods being repulsed.

And then—

The next moment, she understood.

This is not a dream.

This is her great prophecy.

The end of the future is much more than that.

Natural disasters and trials, this is just the beginning.

It was only with great difficulty that I calmed down.

On the shoulder, someone patted him.

"Are you awake? Laplace——?

That's a woman's voice.

Looking back, it was a strange woman, and although her body was petite, it was not necessarily what she was.

Considering that it is impossible to detect the opponent's Lingpersonality, it is likely that external measures are taken to hide the Lingpersonality.

"You are ——?"

Laplace tilted his head.

A look of doubt appeared on the pretty face.

The girl smiled briskly.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, the first time I took on a human form, you haven't seen it yet—"

Moment.

The girl unraveled the Linggo.

At this moment, Laplace's magic eye saw through everything in an instant.

It was a dragon.

Its very existence is enough to rival a world.

and live up to her shocking size, behind which there is indeed a cosmology.

"World Dragon... Is that you?

"It's okay to be gone for hundreds of years?"

The World Dragon smiled and gently hugged Laplace, who was covered in sweat.

"My name is still a secret for the time being, but to the outside world, just call me Xiaoju. "

"Through the hands of the two goddesses, the content of the prophecy has been formulated for you, and looking at your nervous appearance, it seems that you have predicted something terrible!"

Hearing this, Laplace's body trembled.

"I see the end of the world of Hakoniwa and the world of civilization—"