Clip exposure, the savior Kamijou Touma

"Behind the guise of the Absolute Ability Plan, there is such an unexpected but acceptable outcome."

No one could hear his mumbling.

But this is also the curse that only he, the once infamous magician in the 20th century, possesses, a curse that comes from himself.

A curse that will never succeed.

However, failure does not necessarily mean that everything will not succeed.

And the scene shown in the video at this moment.

It is what he created...a masterpiece.

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within the video.

The duel begins.

When Feng Zhan Binghua stepped into the battle with awareness.

All the audience present.

Everyone will have the opportunity to experience the turmoil caused by the duel between two angels.

Although there are few people who like to get involved in trouble, it is still the same.

There are also many people who are still full of curiosity and looking forward to everything at this time.

"Ohhhh! The collision of science and magic is really an extremely ridiculous situation." In the world of Black Clover, Asta, who aspires to be the Magic Emperor, clenched his fists, watching the scene of the two sides' footwork with excitement, watching the duel between two angels representing different values, his face flushed with excitement.

“Watch out, mortals! This mythological war will surely be far more interesting than those sloppy and messy little fights. Just show us the most magnificent and real side of your world!” In Type-Moon's FateZero world, the Hero King Gilgamesh suddenly stood up from his chair. His loud and high-pitched voice penetrated the sky, as if spreading and breaking through the clouds, and his fighting spirit was high!

“Open, open, let’s see when this protagonist, this B, will join the battle! Hey, hurry up, if you want to buy and win, follow the host!” In the prison dungeon, Teng Yang Tianxia, ​​who was pedaling on a sewing machine, let out a hearty and contented laugh like a barbell, pointing at the scenes in the video and directly acting as a trader.

The wind cuts the ice.

The girl had wings of unusual size on her back, but this was actually her first time flying in the air. She had no idea whether these wings had the general function of flying. However, this was not a problem. She had not remembered how to use the wings, nor had she learned a new move. It was as if the expected effect of sending out the wind slash had changed, and the countless wings emitting purple lightning generated buoyancy "as she wished".

Protect your friends.

Feng Zhan, who had come all the way here with this thought in mind, found her here. A person who was the same as himself. And the other party was planning to kill Feng Zhan's benefactor who was sitting on the monorail.

At an altitude of over five thousand meters, Feng Zhan stared directly at the enemy in front of him.

Two similar people.

Someone who is different from humans. Someone who looks like a woman. Someone with huge wings on his back. Someone with a small halo on his head. Someone who is supported by some kind of power. Someone who has too much power and can easily hurt others, and is dangerous.

During the confrontation, Feng Zhan Bing Hua felt that they were very similar. Then, she discovered.

It turned out to be the case.

Like an angel.

Was it the feeling he had towards the enemy in front of him, or towards himself? Feng Zhan Bing Hua could not distinguish strictly, and in fact there was no need to distinguish. Perhaps his impression of her could all be applied to himself; and his impression of himself could also be completely applied to her. Feng Zhan vaguely understood that they were like this.

How does the other party feel?

Does she have the ability to think? What can she think about?

Am I the same as her in this regard?

Have you ever successfully thought about something from the bottom of your heart?

It was as if the deeper he thought about it, the more he fell into an infinite loop. The two monsters that were also still in the air finally began to move slowly.

Feng Zhan Binghua held the "sword" made of the same material as the wings and injected power into his hand.

On the other side, the water angel slowly waved his empty right hand, and an ice sword appeared in the void.

No signal to start a war is needed.

When one party takes action, the other party also starts to act.

These two people confronted each other head-on.

boom!

The spherical shock wave continues to expand.

The air vibrates due to friction.

But they had no time to leisurely gaze upon the scene.

Because the fight continues.

The two swords pressed against each other, and the huge wings behind the monsters moved like living creatures.

Roar.

Then came a head-on blow.

Bang! Bang! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Dozens of sharp blades attacked the target from all directions at supersonic speed. However, it was impossible to determine the winner. Because both had the combat power to repeatedly release fierce attacks and withstand fierce attacks.

The wings of ice flapped and tore; the wings of purple lightning attacked and shattered. The broken and ownerless debris turned into tiny particles in the air, like a whole surface of glittering snowflakes, adding color to the surroundings. Just like the delicate feathers left by a white bird flying by.

The Water Angel flapped its wings and swung the Water Sword horizontally, trying to cut off Feng Zhan's neck. Feng Zhan deflected with his own sword and prepared a new wave of attacks.

The angel who was so close had a blank expression on his face.

Like an unfinished doll, although there are seductive concave and convex lines on the face, there are no independent parts such as eyes, nose and mouth. The face that looks like a smooth mask is still slightly moving near the mouth.

A faint sound could be heard.

That is not the language of any country. Maybe it is a sound range that humans cannot hear.

But Feng Zhan could hear it. She could understand it and respond.

Of course, she couldn't fully understand what the other person said. It would probably be difficult for her to speak the same words. But she was still able to hear a few words from the intermittent sentences.

Her words were a little emotional at first.

Once you understand that color, the language that comes from that color will emerge.

Her image became blurry.

The water angel, which originally looked like a human, shook its outline slightly.

It wasn't that something was overlapping, nor was it that the other party was trying to fly away. It was precisely because Feng Zhan had no physical body that he could see through the essence of this phenomenon.

"...different forms of power were forcibly mixed in...?"

She saw the flames.

Just like water and oil.

It was like pouring two forces into a cup and stirring them directly. At first, the angels blended perfectly together. But as time passed, the two separated again, and the two forces formed a dividing line in the same container.

Two forces cannot be injected into one container.

The purity of the angels is perhaps the opposite of Feng Zhan, who is the "collection" of all AIM diffusion fields. At first glance, they seem to be the same, but in fact, they are completely different things. It is precisely because they are at two different extremes that they are so similar. This may be the relationship between Feng Zhan and the angels.

Was that blasphemy to her?

The angel, who was organizing his words, showed anger on his face.

"Go back. Necessary. Assignment 1. Execute. Right Fire. Utilize. Benefits. Contact Point. Plan. Assist."

"…If you hurt my most important 'friends' for this, I will do my best to stop you."

"Damage. Regardless. Priority. Stockpile. Correct. Position. Necessary. Hinder. Evil. Synonymous. Judgment. All."

Boom! A huge force emanated from the Water Angel's body, forming a vortex.

The angel swung the Water Sword vigorously, and it collided violently with Feng Zhan's Winged Sword, and the two of them retreated a distance from each other.

The Angel of Water raised his sword above his head.

Just now.

The Water Angel's head moved slightly, and her attention left Feng Zhan and went elsewhere.

"Capture."

she spoke.

The archangel, who only saw his goal, spoke:

"Necessary. Information. Parchment. Obtained."

The shockwave, which was almost as thick as the wall, even shook the stone fortress floating in the air. Several rooms were crushed, but the fragments did not fall to the ground, but floated still like liquid in the absence of gravity, and then were sucked back into the fortress again.

The space seems to be stagnant.

In an instant, all battle situations were overshadowed by this duel.

The duel in the painting was like a raging storm, with layers of fighting coming with a howling strong wind.

Pressure like mountains and seas accompanied the two angels every time they exerted their strength, squandering it with complete indulgence.

Let all the audience present experience an irresistible destructive force.

Such a duel even made the protagonist Kamijou Touma a little unsure of how to define his own existence.

Is he really qualified to be recognized as the savior who ends this duel?

No...it seems that it is impossible.

"I feel like I shouldn't be here, I should be under the car."

Mr. Kamijou, who was always prone to frustration, sighed, shook his head, and wanted to hide in a corner to watch this fully immersive final battle.

To be honest, he was really a little shocked.

This kind of surreal duel is simply not something a mortal like him can reach!

The cold wind that penetrated his skin, the howling tornadoes, and even the shock waves that were released at random.

If any of these things happened to Mr. Kamijou, who has a fragile body, one can imagine what kind of tragic situation would occur.

I'm afraid that by that time, even if God really exists, it would be difficult to easily heal Mr. Kamijou who has been torn into pieces?

Thinking of this, Kamijou couldn't help but feel depressed.

It even makes people around him want to try to comfort this depressed savior.

However...

There is no need for their intervention at all.

Touma recovered quickly.

That determined look was as calm as before, he looked at the scene in the video and whispered softly.

True.

He admitted that this matter was no longer something that an ordinary person like him could handle.

But because of this, with the help of these partners, he was able to successfully deal with the most difficult guy among them, who needed the most strength from his right hand.

I believe that Binghua in the video and myself in the video would think the same way.

That's right...

“There is no need to be depressed!”

"Now, this duel is far from the end!"

The boy regained his confidence on the spot.

He doesn't even need encouragement from his friends.

He was convinced.

I should be so confident.

No matter what;

Now Touma only hopes that the self in the video can do it.

Instead of just watching the video, I punched the red-haired bastard who was wantonly controlling others for his own pleasure in the face! !

As he was muttering and whispering.

Touma in the video!

He moved!