"This is...... Flour?"

The thick white smoke blocked Kamijo's vision, and Kamijo-san, who was a good family man, realized that something was not quite right the moment the white particles dispersed, and he even opened his mouth and inhaled a little white mist into his mouth.

"That's right, flour. ”

"Heh, it's blocked, so what's next?" The figure of the man, who only outlined the outline of the light edge, gradually approached, he raised his palm, and the fine white powder gathered into a knife in his hand again, and then, with the movement of waving-

The white blades of the even-numbered product are waved chaotically, with no trajectory at all, like a child with a knife slashing and drawing, but such a ridiculous attack method shows an incomparably terrifying overwhelming destructive power.

No matter how strong the fantasy killer is, it's just a 'mere right hand', and even if he tries his best, he can only protect one position in his range at most, and as for the rest of the white blades...... He has more than enough heart, but not enough strength.

The walls and floors made of solid rock are as fragile as tofu under the cutting of the blades, and the precious cultural relics and sculptures that Shangjo has been trying to protect have been destroyed by the white blades, and there are even ceramic shards scattered in all directions...... These treasures, which represent the splendid ideas of ancient times, have been discarded like garbage.

The low rumbling sound was endless, and the originally fully enclosed museum gradually revealed the light of the sun, and through the illumination of those rays, Kamijo finally saw the man's face clearly.

"Cut, this place is about to collapse, should you feel panicked?"

The man's face looked very mature, expected to be about thirty years old, with green hair, and he was also wearing a low-key green dress, which was the same green from head to toe.

Sand and gravel began to fall from the roof, and the entire museum began to shake constantly, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.

Even so, Uejo's attention has always been focused on the other party.

"In that case, why are you destroying this place?" Kamijo pulled out of the stance, the muscles of his legs and feet exerting force, and he clenched his right fist.

"Wow!"

The man who became a prairie did not reply to Uejo's question, but looked at Uejo Dangma with interest, who had beads of sweat oozing from the corners of his forehead, as if he was very interested in the guy who showed such an expression.

"You are the supreme authority of the Roman Orthodox Church in charge of this issue, and I hope to speak with you calmly. The hedgehog-headed boy took the initiative to lower his posture.

"Well, while it's true that I'm a Roman Orthodox Christian, I'd rather be called 'the Right Seat of God'. ”

The man who had become a green prairie walked up to Kamijo and said his name.

"The Left Land!"

It was too late to explain, and under the right arm of the right hand in the land on the left, a large amount of white flour gradually coalesced and formed under some magical power, transforming into a fist-like prop, but unlike the fist blade, the cardboard-like blade was still growing.

"It's been a long time since I've done it myself, and if it weren't for the fact that the 'God's Right Seat' couldn't use the magic of ordinary magicians, things would have been interesting a long time ago. ”

On the left, he flattened the blade of his right arm, and then slashed straight at Kamijo's face.

"Dividing the sea".

Faced with the direct attack of the land on the left without mercy, Kamijo quickly stabilized his mind, alternating between his left and right hands, and the white fist-bladed long knife was ruthlessly broken off with his bare hands.

"Broken!"

The fist blade that was broken because of the upper strip was continued to be used flexibly in the left side, and the nearly one-meter-long fist blade began to collapse under the opponent's slight slide, and the fist blade turned into a ripple attack, and the ripples drove the air to stir the sound waves, and the layers of bravery sounded good.

Under the agitation of the vibration waves, this museum still can't hold on after all