Hakoba: Opening Fusion and Reverse Izayoi

"Hmph, that's enough nonsense!

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

The Zoroastrian hall is made of ruby gemstones, but the background is a little dim!

It's obviously burning, but you can't feel any trace of temperature, but it gives people the illusion that you can burn everything in heaven and earth!

In the innermost part of the hall, a gauze tent was raised! Through the light of the gauze tent, the figure of a graceful woman was reflected on it.

"That's it, once the game is built, let's start now!"

Azdahaka prevented the Fantasy Poet from going any further.

The poet stopped, and he didn't intend to go deeper.

Moreover, the fundamental reason why he was able to be invited was not the suzeraint of Zoroastrianism.

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

"Your Excellency, this is the rule of the game that my Lingge is betting on, and if I want to peek into the future of human history, even if it is me, I will perish under the weakening of Linggo, although there are three sun sovereigns as a reward! Eventually, I'll crush him on you. "

The poet's words couldn't help but make Azdahaka frown.

"You... Didn't you know something early?"

"Naturally, I am the demon king who is a poet, wandering the world, observing human history or something, nature is not a problem, the truth of what has been given in your hands... I know very well!"

He said it with a sigh.

However, the Mother of Evil Gods 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!"

The poet snapped his fingers. Although it was only the crisp sound of a blister bursting, the change caused by this action was more drastic than the movement of the stars.

Using the three solar sovereignty that Azdahaka took from the Sun War as a medium, the highest level of bounty is played.

The [Zoroastrian] suzerain, the mother of evil gods, who was supposed to sit on the throne, had already moved to the starry sky of the earth when she noticed it.

Even Azdahaka couldn't help but look surprised.

"Realm shift!? No, no, that's the world outside the box garden... In other words, the history of mankind!?"

Unexpected games, even if it is a demon king, are inevitably dumbfounded.

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

The title of the Bounty game: The Future of Humanity

Summary of the rules

(1) Until the participant admits that he or she is satisfied, the game can be observed as many times as possible.

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

Contestant's victory conditions

(1) Recognize the truth of [malice].

(2) Recognize the ignorance of human beings

(3) Until the participant is satisfied

swear

Under the name and banner, swear that the above game is a legitimate thing - the [Fantasy Demon Book Group] seal

This moment.

The [Zoroastrian] Sect Master had already disappeared into the third layer of the box court.

Under the rules of the game of the highest level of gifts constructed by the fantasy poets, it entered the torrent of the era 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.

"Alright, now everything is ready. "

This moment.

The spirit of the fantasy poet began to decline at an incredible rate.

Almost instantly, its presence became extremely weak.

However, his face was filled with a satisfied smile.

Raise the right hand above and bring the three sun sovereigns into it.

"In that case, Your Excellency, I will wait quietly for your return in the box garden, and no matter who bears that sin, I will witness it to the end!"

The cowardice of the gods, the cowardice of the gods, the retreat of the gods and Buddhas.

It's up to me to break this situation!

The fantasy poet has such an ideal in his heart.

"When you are born, you will be very weak, maybe you will be sealed, or you will be repulsed... However, you will not be defeated, let alone simply crossed, these three sun sovereigns, I will press on you all!"

After all that is said.

The body of the fantasy poet became illusory, and eventually disappeared completely from Zoroastrianism!

In such a situation.

I don't know how long it took.

Within the Zoroastrianism, a woman's cry was heard.

It's soft, it's soft! But—crying sadly!

However, in her crying, there was no self-interest, and what caused her to cry was a larger and unknown reason.

The game of the gift of the supreme masterpiece constructed by the fantasy poet has come to an end.

Since it is to observe the future history of mankind.

Even though it has been tens of millions of years, in Hakoiwa, it is only a blink of an eye.

This is the secret of the Gift Game.

It is also the mystery of the inner universe that the fantasy poet liberates through the medium of his own personality.

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

And beside it, Azdahaka looked at the woman with ruby pupils!

The woman gently wiped the tears that fell from her beautiful eyes! Even if she was crying, through the side of her face, it could be seen that she was a thrilling woman.

Azdahaka looked at the crying woman and couldn't say a word, he just shook his head, but his sadness was incomprehensible to him.

As the Mother of the Evil Gods, as the Creator, what is she grieving about!?

Azdahaka was puzzled.