Ordinary Kihara is the Strongest in Education

An arrow pierced the old man's side.

But the material is not metal or wood.It looks like muddy wax.The tips branch off into five twisted forks.Like a hand trying to grab something.

[The arrow is bone, the feather is leather, and the hilt is wax.But not ordinary wax, but corpse wax made of flesh and blood. 】

"Fantasy Killer. The ultimate exorcism spirit outfit made from the right hand of a certain saint. Originally, it was the ultimate weapon used to drive the berserkers back to the other side of the magic circle when the summoning ceremony failed. That's it. Tokamijo Touma's right hand used to look like."

The flow of time in the illusion is not stopped by the dialogue here.Westcott, who was penetrated, looked at the arrow on his chest in surprise, but this arrogant golden magician was unable to speak even the simplest words at this time, and could only pronounce meaningless syllables.

"Pfft, oh oh!!??"

Westcott never questioned the sheer power of semi-immortality, which he couldn't even draw a thin arrow.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Aleister Crowley's gaze remained unshakable as he looked at Westcott, who was smashed and struggling to the ground.

Holding the arrow in one hand, he made a pistol gesture with the other, and then several numbers danced in his hand like sparks:

32,30,10

Then the impact of the phantom gun sent Westcott flying backwards.

[I modified the scene this time.Otherwise, you know, even you who are assembled as demon gods won't be able to see that. 】

Mina added softly.

[You are also very aware of the characteristics of "spiritual stumbling feet", that weapon can only be seen by the target person.I just added an objectively visible perspective. 】

At the same time, time also flows.

With the smoke of gunpowder that didn't exist around him, Aleister whispered curse-like words.

"The arrow has the meaning of a spiritual attack. After it is fired, it should break free from the shackles of physics... But since it cancels all powers, it is ironic to pursue physics instead, Westcott."

The five forks of the arrow seem to have pierced into the flesh of the old man.To be precise, the container of his soul, the red lump in the center of his chest.

When the thing was forcibly dug out, the old man was torn to shreds from the inside of the wound, but Crowley had forgotten about him, holding the blood-stained arrow in one hand and turning around.

In front of him is his mortal enemy.

Samuel Ned McQueen Mathers.

The last creator of "Golden Dawn", the last "Golden Long".

Seeing Crowley sticking out his tongue and licking the blood that had splattered on his face, the ruler of the Golden Society took a few steps back grimly.The symbolic weapons such as staff, cups, swords and plates floating around him clearly formed a defensive formation.

What he feared was not only Aleister's bizarre attack, but also the arrow of the "phantom killer" drawn from Westcott's body.No matter how powerful magic is, it will be erased indiscriminately, even Mathers is no exception.

"Is it really that hard to accept someone's death and destruction?"

"..."

"All life is destined to disappear after birth! Most people leave nothing behind, they are successful people who forcefully comfort themselves that they are actually happy, just a bunch of vulgar weeds!! You can obviously start all over again . Even if you mourn your daughter who was rejected by phase friction and world sparks, you can create new life! That's right, that's right! It's just a little thing! You can keep repeating until you're satisfied!!"

The conversation ends here.Aleister at this time is not the father who was grasped by the little life, but there is no doubt that Aleister is Aleister, even if it is an unborn daughter, his actions will not have any effect of confusion.

Aleister threw an arrow that pierced the life of a magician.Mathers drove the symbolic weapons of fire, water, wind and earth floating around to intercept it.He lost a lot of powerful weapons, sacrificing an arm to barely stop the dead man's arrow.

An invisible explosion exploded in the flesh of the master's wrist, and then the legend of the Fantasy Killer disappeared from this era.

Where did it go?

That couldn't be more obvious.It took a different path and finally came to Kamijou Touma.

And the golden leader should have noticed.

It wasn't the arrow's revenge, it was Aleister Crowley's revenge.

The silver-haired man changed his posture. After he made a gesture of raising his hands, several numbers were like the sparks of a lighter flint and fluttered from his hands:

1

Then, a double-edged sword appeared in his hand.

The great sword was almost as tall as himself, like something out of a fairy tale.

A steel sword of some great king.

It also makes no sense to move out of the laws of physics now.If someone brought in a radar unit, the reflected waves wouldn't detect anything.

This lethal weapon cuts directly into the target's perception.

It is a technique of communicating one's own meditation to others.

A magic called spirit bond.Although it is not a sharp name, it can connect the user's body to the target like a curse doll, and synchronize the movements of the two.But this usage allows the user to enter the mind of the target.The power of the indicated weapon is penetrated into the mind of the target through gestures.

[Alas, Mathers, my stupid companion. 】

The black cat witch whispered.

[If you don't care so much, even if your sternum is shattered by an arrow, if you can keep your eyes on the real enemy, you can find a way to survive. 】

Facing Mathers, who was too late to react, another man took a big step forward.

He raised his hands high and swung the great sword diagonally, and then the non-existent blade started from Mathers' shoulders, gouging out deeply into his chest.

"Two-handed sword!?"

"My farewell, cheers, self-proclaimed Highlander. I killed you with your favorite sword."

It doesn't matter whether the sword exists on a physical level or not.In any case, Mathers' body had been cut open, and crimson liquid was gushing out of him.

In the end there was only one person left.

Aleister Crowley makes a quiet announcement about the end of her ideal.

"For that matter, you either die, or you survive but are deprived of every possibility of success and spend the rest of your life in despair. It's time for you too, sinner."

"K, Lawley."

"It is so, Mathers. I am not doing it out of rage for failing to stop the accidental death of the unborn."

The sword did not completely cut through the man's body, so it stopped halfway, and Aleister whispered at close range.

"The world is full of such tragedies. The bright side of the world is full of tragedies. Everyone should fight against it in anger, but they say that they should give up because they are helpless! That's why I feel sad!!"

"Aleister Crowley!!"

At the last, last minute, Mathers remembered that he was a magician too.

Several explosions exploded almost at zero distance.Both men were blown back, but the fight was long over.

"I will... destroy... all magic."

Crowley was devastated, but he didn't fall.

He has destroyed Westcott and Mathers, the true leaders of the Golden Order.But his battle is not over.There are countless magicians in the guild.

No, the scale in his eyes is bigger than that.

"I will shatter all aspects and end all mysteries. It is not helpless, and there is no need to hold back tears and bite your lips in the face of tragedy. I will revive a pure world where everyone can be rightly angry and questioned!!

[The Golden Association has not drawn a clear stop.After the disintegration of that large organization, it still split into some small associations calling themselves successors, strapped on splints, and spent a long, long time like a rotten tree. 】

After a slight pause, he seemed to recall the period when he continued to maintain his "golden" operation as a black cat witch.

[But with the demise of those associations, the old days are gone.There are many people who want to restore the Golden Society.But as history has shown, no one has succeeded in bringing people and material back together.Those people all fought for their own goals, but everyone's dreams were shattered before they came true, and everyone fell into frustration and despair, as Aleister Crowley declared. 】

"But then there was 'gold' that succeeded in spreading its branches, but a lot of it was just inherited sporadic."

["Gold" will not succeed, and in this regard, all the branches of "gold" in the world today are naturally not as pure as they claim to be. 】

Othinus seemed to notice a detail.She looked at the Kihara celestial body.

"You said that you were able to survive in the 'Ship Graveyard', probably because Aleister was determined to kill you, right? In other words..."

"Aleister, who was one of them, was also affected."

The fact that Aleister Crowley is also a magician of the Golden Society.

If he really wanted to curse the entire guild, he would have to swallow his own special poison, which was irresistible.

The illusion is over once again, but this time I am afraid it will be the last.

Looking at the "black hole" above, Kihara Celestial Body exchanged glances with Othinus.Afterwards, the two took the final step to the battlefield synchronously.

And Kamijou Touma, who was completely confused about the situation, followed closely behind, stepping on the star in mid-air with his legs and squinting into the black hole.

第 620

The end of the mountaineering journey is neither the end of the universe nor the center of the Big Bang.

Beyond the black cave, what caught everyone's sight was...

"stairs?"

Othinus whispered slightly suspiciously,

That's right, there's a spiral staircase that wraps around the huge space.The material looks neither stone nor metal, but smooth ceramic or glass.

Othinus, who was standing behind Kihara Celestial Body, sighed and continued.

"Is that the Ouroboros' ring? No, maybe it's the stairs to heaven."

Aleister Crowley.

Success and failure are not important.Whatever the outcome of the dice was, the magician turned it into a fuse to get him farther.If you feel that it is useless to think too much and give up thinking, you will only turn yourself into a puppet, but if you doubt the meaning of anything, you will restrict yourself too much.

Kihara Celestial and Othinus exchanged glances, and finally continued to move forward side by side.

Climb up the spiral staircase.

Go step by step.

At the beginning, Kihara celestial body didn't notice it, it turned out that every step of the way, the glass-like staircase became a little transparent.It's like gradually disappearing into the air.In the end, the steps themselves all disappeared.The Kihara celestial body continues to walk towards heaven.

No, it's not just the ladder that's gone.

"So, what's your job? Mr. Chairman?"

Kihara Celestial Body didn't panic, moved every step smoothly, and made a sound towards the blank place with a voice without any emotional fluctuations.

Then there was a voice in response somewhere.

"Do you understand now?"

The voice was exactly the same as when he heard it in the distant past.