This is the greatest terror in nature, and its name is— "You are the thunder that tears the universe apart." The thunder that rolled up the vortex was painted red and black, the embodiment of destruction that evaporated the world. The vortex vibrated heavily, ignoring the laws of physics, and did not allow anything to stand in its way. Everything was decomposed into molecules. Based on the effect of Rune, it eventually passed through the body and directly tore apart Zhu Yue's concept of action. 149: Black Princess and White Princess The light that should have been here quietly fell into the sea of red flowers that survived the aftermath of power. As if unaware of what had just happened, the flowers here remained calm, almost cruelly cold. With the red color as the background, the Demon Sword True World stood alone, like condensed ice and frost. The invisible source of the Age of Gods that suddenly emerged from the surroundings turned into silver liquid metal and continuously poured into it from the space. After all the light had gathered together bit by bit, the magic sword suddenly burst into brilliance. Suddenly, the world went dark. After a terrifyingly long but instantaneous period of silent white blindness, the silver fluid disappeared without warning. The overly dazzling light was more capable of blackening out the field of vision than darkness, and as its name suggests, it was as fast as the speed of light. Silently.
Even so, the view is still somewhat bright, as if you are under the summer sun, as if you are in a daydream that lacks a sense of reality, the world is bright and dazzling. In a dramatic change like a stage background change, the red sea of flowers turned into a sea of white. The bright and dazzling pure white light made the place that was once blocked by blood red dazzling. The white light illuminated the Demon Sword's true world that had not been destroyed. Even though Zhu Yue, its master, had been destroyed, it still stood above, maintaining the Demon Sword's dignity and majesty. However, the next moment, the body of the magic sword turned into silver particles and rushed like snow, from above Altluchi to Avia who came out of the Typhon machine. Like a shower that quietly scattered the moonlight, or like sand dripping from an hourglass, the glowing silver particles gathered in the hands of the silver-haired young man, and finally transformed into the appearance of the Demon Sword, the Real World, once again. "Typhon, can your magma dissolve this thing completely?" ".....It shouldn't be possible. Although this sword is not yet completely complete, the concept is equivalent to the revival of the Age of Gods... I, I am still developing that ability..." Seeing the tall dragon-shaped machine in front of him speaking in such a weak voice, Avia couldn't help but smile. Then he tilted his head slightly, loosened his hand, and the magic sword dispersed into silver particles that were barely visible to the naked eye and floated in the air. He stretched out his hand again, and the particles naturally attached to Typhon's body, and the silver liquid metal slowly mixed with it. "What are you doing..." Hmm, Typhon quickly transformed into a human form and frowned at the silver lines that were emerging on his arm. "Just think of it as a reinforcement. You want to defeat Zeus wholeheartedly, right? Maybe you'll have a chance to succeed the next time we meet." Avia looked at her and smiled. "In ten or eight years, you should be able to obtain the abilities of the real world." "You think I'm a fool, not doing anything all day long? I will kill guys like Zeus and the entire Olympus with my own hands sooner or later... But that's another matter. Are you happy with the way things are now?" "Well, after all, I think you will be very happy afterwards... and if we're talking about being happy, you are one too." Although there was no change in Typhon's expression, Avia still knew that she was very happy. After all, he had just come out of Typhon's synchronization, and he could naturally feel that Taizulong was still the same and in a good mood. However, in Avia's memory, Typhon seemed to be in a good mood all the time since he was by his side. At this moment, Avia watched as Artelucci, who had finally opened her eyes after getting rid of Zhu Yue's action concept, took a deep breath as if she had survived a disaster. Just as he was about to say something, the black-haired girl spoke before him: "Thank you for your help, Avia. If it weren't for you, I would be dead."
Heiji smiled calmly with a little pain. But her tone sounded like she was trying hard to suppress something, as if she was forcing herself to hold back something, yet she was calm to an unnatural degree... a bit like she was completely disheartened about something. Avia noticed that she seemed to be in poor condition, so without saying anything, he walked over and carried her away. Feeling the slightly higher body temperature approaching, Artelucci rested her head on his chest. The silver-haired young man said nothing considerately. Therefore, the black-haired girl said nothing. But when the body temperature that was much higher than hers blended with her own body temperature, which was completely cold, and when the boundaries between them became unclear, she whispered: "After you get out, just say that Altluchi is dead. Tell Brad and the others that there is only one true heir, and I am just a failure." She continued venting. "I'm not feeling well at all. I feel really bad because I was planning to kill her. I clearly wanted her to cease to exist and I would be the true heir, but -" Artluqi has never had any good feelings towards her sister whom she has never met before, and until now, she still resents why Elquet is so much better than her. It's just because I don't want to give up and to maintain my dignity, I have no other choice. It should have been like this, but somehow, tears welled up in my eyes. A teardrop just slid down the white porcelain cheek. "It is really impossible for me to become the King of the Moon." "......yes." Avia let her lean on him, nodded in response, and turned to look at the center of the room, at the white bed that looked like a coffin. "What I say may sound like just solace or temporary relief... But whether it is Fena Brad Sfielding, Rezovol Stulut, Cathy Palug and the Royal Guards, their king will only be you, not because you are the successor of Zhu Yue, but because of your persistence and actions, which make them think that following you is worthwhile - I think you can be more proud of that.” Heiji raised her head and saw that Avia had already looked away. "Didn't you say that you would let them get the glory they deserve? That promise, Princess of the Dead Apostles, Altruci, you have not fulfilled it yet." Although it is impossible, even if it is impossible. But Heiji finally managed to smile, her blood-red eyes showing as she smiled softly. "...Ah, I almost forgot." "Don't worry, you and I are still allies and I will support you well." Typhon, who was standing aside, puffed up his cheeks as if to help Avia, and made an electronic sound with an unknown meaning from his mouth. "Now that you say that, I feel relieved—"
The black-haired girl propped herself up, got off Avia, and turned to face the white bed. Facing the perfect thing that has not yet been born, Zhu Yue’s true successor, Elquet. "I will definitely come back here to have a fair fight with you, my sister."
150: I became the new leader of the Mineral Science Department before I even left the house Earlier, when Avia successfully eliminated Zhu Yue Operation Concept. The Demon Marshal looked at the vortex of Rune's thunder swirling around the edge of the door, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said to everyone present with a smile that was not suitable for his age: "It's over, completely." Afterwards, without paying attention to everyone's surprise, the strong and healthy old man looked up at the "moon" in the sky. At this moment, the white flowers in the Millennium City are far more beautiful than the 'moon'. The creature that was able to use this method a moment ago is now gone, as if it were a lie, without even a single word of last words left. Although this was within the Demon Marshal's expectations, he still felt a little sad. Although he is not a magician, what he did ultimately achieved the same or greater miracles, showing such deeds to himself, but that is indeed a unique light that only humans possess. "It seems that the biggest and most exciting scene in my life will be added again. Haha, it's really great." "I always feel like I'm always startled every time I see you, Kishua." "Indeed, I feel the same way." Faced with the teasing from his good friend Van Feim and his junior fellow apprentice Kobake, the Demonic Marshal simply accepted it with a smile. "You two should get ready quickly. It won't be long before we unite again. This time it's a life-and-death battle for us. I will convince the association, but they have no choice but to fight." The old man said with great interest that it was reasonable for the association to go to war, not only to get rid of the shackles of the church, but also because the ruins they now occupied under Britain were actually the minced meat of some creature that the Roman emperor in the first century had spent a lot of effort to transport from other places to fill the underground. ".....Really, will we win?" Van Phimm asked. “Who knows?” Kishua said calmly. “After all, the power of the Holy Scripture exceeds the magic I have mastered. After that battle, my soul was locked in it, so it was difficult to maintain. But no matter what, it can’t be delayed any longer. And from what Zagreus, the prince of the underworld who used the hidden divine principles of the Wandering Sea to appear and survived, said that Mabel Kiara’s spiritual level includes the mad god Ate who integrated into the human world in the Age of Gods, and—” As the words fell, a clay tablet written in a long-lost language emerged from the old man's hand. "The R'lyeh Scroll." Mary, who was standing by, put away her usual happy expression and calmly said the name on the clay tablet. The R'lyeh Scrolls are the teaching materials of the city of Loyan. It is said that the manuscript is bound with human skin. Its content predicts that once the position of the stars is correct, the city of R'lyeh will rise from the bottom of the sea and Cthulhu will also wake up. "Are you saying that Kiara is actually the cause of what he is now because of that mad god Ate and the foreign evil creatures recorded in this book?" In response to Kobake's question, the Demon Marshal shook his head: "I don't know, but Zagreus said that as a Greek god, he did not feel that Mabel was mixed with Arte, but that Arte was being manipulated by her. And this ancient scroll was just a shadow of nothingness. It was not used to summon the evil that was refused entry by the planet. On the contrary, the book was mixed with extreme resentment towards the god of the church—"
Having said this, Kishua looked up into the sky. Although he was a disciple of King Solomon, he was not a believer like Van Phimm and Kobike. "He is like the Greek god Zeus and the Norse god Odin. He is at the top of his own pantheon, but for some reason, he fell from standing on the clouds to the ground. He is the devil king in the Bible - Beelzebub." Beelzebub was originally the god Baal in Canaanite mythology, which means the lord of heaven. However, in Jewish rabbinic literature, the name Beelzebub was used to mean the Lord of Flies and was regarded as a devil that caused disease. He was also the sun god in the Phoenician scriptures, but was later worshipped by the Canaanites as the "King of the Dunghill". There are also traces of this demon king in Greek mythology, because the king of gods Zeus was also known as "He who avoids flies." In other words, it is an image formed when the main god of a pantheon is stigmatized and demonized due to changes in beliefs. Although Kishya is the immortal Second Magician, he is in contrast to the old man far away in the Far East who will fulfill any request within his ability, and who has lived too long and has already blurred the concept of "himself". In other words, he is the Fifth Magician who has lost his body. Kishua, who can get angry at evil and laugh at good deeds, will never easily agree to someone's request of "no problem", because as a wise man who is thinking about the overall bright future, he will not mind a little sacrifice from the perspective of the overall situation. So, later, when he was sure that everything was settled, the old man stroked his chin and said softly: "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment." It was a very small voice, and the gentle words uttered instantly made all the True Ancestors, magicians, and Dead Apostles in the Millennium City feel the strange and familiar feeling from the Magic Marshal. It was a breath from the other side that was much older than the present, and had long been out of reach of the present era. "Even though everyone knows who I am, I'd still like to introduce myself." Kishura's voice was a little hoarse, but it echoed in the Millennium City with compelling momentum. "I am Kissia Zelrich Schubin-augu, the second magician who learned from the Magic King, the founder of the current Magic Association's Mineral Department, and also the Magic Marshal who is deeply loved by all magicians." Kishua didn't look like he was joking at all, and instead spoke with a tone of affirmation. In other words, he seemed to really think that he had forced the solitary magi without military functions to unite together, so he was called the "Magic Marshal" and thought it was normal to be afraid of this matter. Having said that, it is impossible for the major magicians to refute it. After all, Kishua's strength is much stronger than theirs, no matter in which aspect. "From today, after a hundred years, we will unite again. This time, we are not fighting against the enemies of the planet, but our enemies. Over the past hundred years, we have oppressed you for who knows how long, and have corrupted the Holy Church." Everyone present nodded deeply. The Demon Marshal smiled gently and with a hint of amusement, and continued in a hoarse voice: "This time, the supreme commander of the alliance is not me, the Magic Marshal, but the new leader of the Minerals Department of the Magic Association—" "Avia." 151: Looking at faces distorted by pain is good for your health "Is that so? That's fine too." After bringing Altluchi out, in the Millennium City that had returned to peace, Avia nodded to Kishya who was smiling. Avia did not resist much when Kishua suddenly announced that he would become the new leader of the Magic Association's Mineral Department. After all, it's just an additional title for myself. At most, the El-Melloi family, which is in charge of the mineral department, will have one more foreign monarch in its history. Since it is only the fifth century AD, the genius magician Barthelmero, who laid the foundation for the "Lord" of the aristocratic class, has not yet been born. Therefore, although the current Magic Association has become the "beacon of hope" in the magic world that has been suppressed by the church many years in advance, it is not yet called the Clock Tower, and the name of the monarch cannot be used to refer to the heads of other departments outside the three major nobles. Apart from this unimportant matter, what Avia cares most about is the R'lyeh scrolls recorded on clay tablets.