The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

Shiro, and.

That's what I named her. She puts up a spear.

I don't know who it is. Maybe he's an out-of-the-box famous person just because he doesn't know.

In any case, it does not change to the fact that 'I don't know', but there was still only one thing Rin could say, that existed.

Maybe this girl named Shiro...

"... strong"

In response to the words, the white cloak was stirred in the wind.

Shiro sends his gaze into the shadow of the Gin small. Whatever he took to that gaze, the shadow takes a step forward of her and at the same time summons the Wand of the Circular Dragon.

"... I see, when you can stop me alone, that's what I'm trying to say"

Azazel's cold voice sounds.

Seeing it, her eyes lit a terribly cold light, and its shooting gaze straight through Shilo's figure.

"Copy that. Then I'll tell you again."

At the next moment, the Azazel and the Shadow Crucifix, which appeared as if they had made an instantaneous move in front of the shadow, clash and a great impact runs through the perimeter.

"- Even if you guys are a bunch, you can't beat me"

Rin grabbed his fist small by the words and tried to stand up, but Shiro controlled the movement with his hand.

As if 'no problem' and that's what you're saying.

To Azazel's words, Shiro whistles his fingers as he puts his thumb and index finger in his mouth.

And the next moment - the space cracked.

"... ugh!? j, space-time magic...?

I try to put it that way, but I intuit it as' different '.

What is this power, what is this phenomenon?

An incredible phenomenon I've never seen or felt.

- At least, it's not a phenomenon in this world.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

The horse hissed and a pitch-black horse popped out of the rift in the torn space.

Huge black horse with crimson eyes and flaming red lotus hyenas.

The intimidation is rightly overwhelming, and Azazel positively appraises the monster, which is no more than Pegasus Road.

But I came back to her with these words.

- [error is unregistered existence]

To the words, she opened her eyes with dismay.

Not registered.

That is to say, proof that not a single black horse has been found in the whole world, in other words, proof that it is a completely unique individual.

"... well, fine. All you have to do is burn it."

Azazel sighs her surprise and spits it out, kicking her eyes open and summoning a red lotus flame in her hands.

The shadow of Ginn, who saw it, jumped backwards in an instant, but only 'dressed' from her when she said she had done so.

"Redemption," The Flame of Sin "...... ugh!

Moment after moment, a flame burst out of her hands.

Rin, who was on the extension line, opened his eyes small to unparalleled calories - but the red shadow that flew from somewhere pierced the red lotus flame.

A flame of sin scattered along the way.

Azazel is also stunned, and immediately afterwards he looks at the black horse in front of him and evades to the side.

"Damn......! What the..."

As soon as I thought something captured the heart of my unleashed 'sin flame', as if I had lost the 'nucleus', the flame itself was spontaneous - no, forced to mist (...) et al. (...).

She also knew somewhere in her mind that this was the result of being shot through the magic nucleus in different dimensions.

But... No, that's why it's hard to believe.

It is [divine] right, requiring the overwhelming eyesight of the three great demonic eye-classes, such as shooting through the magic nucleus, and how the magic nucleus moves through any orbit, even reading through it, the absolute brains that have reached the vision of the future.

There's no way you can do something like that, a mattomo human.

"- Huh!"

Footsteps echo from side to side, turning wings stretching out of hips aggressively to defense.

Shortly afterwards the gimmick, and the metal noise, the hardened two wings and a swing of spear make a critical noise.

"... who the hell are you? Your own race is unknown. That that black horse is a complete unique individual. And so much magic cancellation that I fell in love with earlier......"

- One, where are you guys from?

Asking Azazel so, the relative Shiro laughed furiously.

Paying the spear and taking a great distance, she runs the pencil again cuddly as she hands the notebook again from behind.

… a constant silence flows.

He was Azazel, who, after ten, twenty, thirty seconds, had learned to be annoyed by the way she still couldn't finish writing, but soon afterwards he exhales in relief when he sees Shiro, who stopped penciling.

And at the same time, I rattled my throat with Gokuri.

I was so desperate to spell letters during the battle. How many secrets the hell are you standing here with?

With that in mind, Azazel clenched her fist at the tension she was straining, and looked at what Shiro confidently disclosed -.

"I don't know."

A blue muscle stood on my forehead unexpectedly.

If that answer is all I know yet. You still know.

But this was all I couldn't stand.

"Why are you taking all that time and why are you writing a sketch with a big fat guy next to the line? You... ugh!

An exasperated Azazel is slaughtered into Shiro.

You didn't think it was going to hit you all of a sudden, and Shilo, in a hurry, defends Rapier with a staggering shield.

But the emotions that could be heard from under the helm were exhausted in a word of confusion, whose pure eyes stroked Azazel's nerves backwards.

"You... are licking me! Having spent all that time in battle, I was wondering if I was a terrible secret. but if you open the box, 'I don't know' word! Besides, there's even a trashy sketch on the side that you can't even consider who you're writing! I just think he's licking and rotting!

To the words, Shilo opened his eyes with dismay.

Until now, I've been like, 'Heh..., still, well, yeah. Successfully... are you doing it? I don't know, but it's like Picasso, right? Shiro!' They only said things like that.

Therefore, she could not help but imagine that she was a good painter...

- I don't even know who you're writing. A trashy sketch you can't even consider.

The words flowed over and over in her head, and she unwittingly knelt.

Azazel stood up to the outrage of sudden collapse in front of her enemies as' an operation ', but unexpectedly frowned upon by the sad aura that overflows from her body.

"Huh? No, hey, you, what are you doing in front of the enemy?

"... eh..."

Shiro squatting like a crier.

Rin looked away remembering the indescribable sadness in its appearance, and Gin's shadow and black horse leaned against Shilo's side.

A shadow strokes her back slowly and a black horse presses Hihin against her face.

Seeing such a sight, Azazel thought this from the bottom of her heart.

- I wonder what the hell I'm being shown right now.

But when she saw Shilo rising with the sound of a sniffle, the letters of alarm could not disappear from her head.

"... irrelevant. I just make it redeemed."

Serious intimidation overflows from her body.

Shiro spears in response to his intimidation. The shadow stood staunch, and the black horse hissed briefly.

"My name is Azazel the Redemption. Only then will I force you to redeem. The life you have taken, the life you have now trampled upon, is to atone with that life... ugh!

A vast 'flame of sin' overflowed from her body, before which Shilo rode up to the black horse.

Small, gaze into the shadow of Ginn.

He nodded silently, knowing carefully, smiling satisfactorily, she lowered her posture a lot and put up a spear.

- I'm coming.

The blue eyes beneath the helm also seemed as if they were calling, and Azazel grinned furiously at the appearance.

"Beyond you hunting for life in this world and gaining that power, this flame will surely burn you! If you can go beyond... go beyond it!

- Moments, red lotus flames erupt.

Shiro glanced at the flame emitted in a straight line, and Shiro - without getting lost - ran a black horse into it.

It was Azazel who mocked the figure in his heart... but he realized that there was something moving in the flames of the Red Lotus.

"No way...... ugh!?"

When I gazed closely, there was undisputed a figure of Shilo riding a black horse and running through the flames.

"Then, stupid...!? Whether it's grass, animals or demons, this flame that will be covered at that point if you hunt for life... doesn't work!?"

Impossible, impossible.

By the time you get as strong as she is, you've killed 10,000 demons and it's still not enough. Only those who have mowed and trampled upon more demons can reach them.

Nonetheless, she and her black horse were running through that flame like they said it was nothing.

Azazel leaked her voice moaning at the appearance.

"You've never 'killed' anyone in real life, even if you say you're a resident of your dream country... ugh!

That can't be happening.

At the same time that I thought so, Azazel thought from the bottom of her heart that she would lose to such a joke that she wanted to defeat this opponent at all costs.

"- Perverted!" Pale Flame "!

That's what she chanted - the next moment.

The red lotus flame that had covered the Shiloh's was instantly pale stained, and the black horse's leg loosened to the 'heat' felt for the first time.

If you can't kill with the flames of sin, you can switch to normal flames.

It's just that.

Yes, Azazel laughed in her heart - the next moment she opened her eyes when she saw that flame stained with gold.

"Ko, is this... ugh!?"

If he turned his gaze once, there was a figure of the shadow of Ginn with one arm stuck in the flame, and Azazel perceived it all in the grin that the shadow was floating in.

(No way...... they took over ownership of the flame - ugh!?)

I've heard of it. Gin-Crashbell at the time of his death, or Gil, said he had the strongest skill in putting all the flames, all the heat, under control.

If so, it's not surprising that the freshly copied 'Shadow' also had that skill.

"Shit...... damn!

Turn your gaze forward.

If you look at it, you are spearing heavily so that Shilo, who jumped up from the black horse, throws it, and countless futures pass behind Azazel's brain, who saw it.

Until the future you can't, the future you can't, the future you die.

Ability to skip consciousness, experience, and read the results of all this or all connected futures.

It is a subordinate compatibility of future prediction without the disadvantages of using Mephisto, but still never removes the future I saw once. If you act like you feel it, you never fail. Such strength is above all a nasty force in combat.

And even in such cases, the power is unfortunately exerted.

- It should have been.

A red shadow flew in from somewhere snapped to her feet and one of her legs buried in the shadows as if sinking into the mud.

"Heh... heh!?"

Again, this red shadow.

Where the hell is it coming from, who's intervening?

Though she thought so for a moment, she could not afford to disappear from her face when she saw the countless futures that had passed behind her brain disappear one after the other.

(Ma, not good...... eh!

Because one leg was buried in the shadows and he could no longer move, in an instant most of those countless futures disappeared.

The only future that remains is the future that intercepts without moving a step from here.

In other words, the choice was sealed with only one hand.

"- Huh!"

Point your gaze over the sky.

There was a roaring and approaching spear there, and Azazel opened his eyes wide in front of that spear.

- I can't.

- Here, over.

I still don't see a future to be a solution, and all that future passes behind her brain - and to her body, Shilo hugged (...) (...) (...) (...).

"... Huh?

Thought she'd be stabbed as she was, she couldn't react to the rash, and was pushed down to the ground as she was.

"but...... ugh"

If you notice, they have determined the joints in your arms, and the red shadow that held your feet in place can disappear at some point.

If I looked up, there was a figure of Shiro twisting up Azazel's arm and restraining him, and Azazel, peering into his eyes, opened her eyes wide.

"Oh, you..."

What was reflected there was the emotion of pure 'fun'.

Look at that. Azazel perceives everything.

Sometimes they say, "Kill each other," but not from the other side.

"Play... isn't it? You thought it was a mock game?... What kind of world are you from?"

……

Azazel exhaled heavily, drained of toxins by Silo's smile, which seemed to be fun-loving to her heart, pulling her strength out of her body like she was tired.

"... my loss. If I lose, I won't fight you anymore."

And.

Azazel continued to laugh.

"Apparently you don't have to redeem yourself."

And Azazel the Redemption.

By the hands of an innocent irregular named Shilo, he was defeated brilliantly.