The flesh of the god cracked the fire and sweated like a fever.

Although it has the "power of God", it does not mean that anyone can use it. In addition to the problem of talent, what is more important is that this type of surgery is quite taxing on the human body.

In fact, Divine Crack is not a soft spot for sword drawing.

It's just that if the technique she uses doesn't decide the outcome in an instant, the huge load will destroy her body.

Zax attacked mercilessly with his greatsword, observing the cracked face. Obviously, he was carrying out a rigorous exercise dozens of times beyond the limit of ordinary people, and his face was not only not flushed, but it was as if his head had been immersed in ice water, looking extremely pale. The hand holding the knife could also be seen shaking slightly.

The cost of excessive exercise has begun to erode the flesh of the gods.

Resisting external slashes, withstanding the collapse of the inner body, even though it was already devastated, the god crack still gritted his teeth and held the long knife, with dozens of slashes per second that were unusually buried, resisting the opponent's unreasonable dozens of attacks per second, and continuing to prepare for the next attack.

The smell of blood and the gradual dimming of consciousness reminded Shen Crack of a memory that he had not been in for a long time.

That's Mirei Misaka's memory.

When Mirei Misaka and the Divine Crack Alien concentrically constructed the chaotic technique, some of her own memories were obtained by the Divine Crack Fire Weaving.

Self-righteous and powerful.

Self-righteous protects everyone.

Yes, the clone named Miyoshi Misaka and the saint named Divine Cracked Fire Weaving obviously have no similarities, and they are not even in the same camp, but they are so similar.

In a battle where there is no mercy at all, no matter who you are, there is a risk of death, and if you hate it, you can only solve all the risks that exist everywhere first, and then let the people you care about fight on a battlefield in absolute safety, there is no other way.

Whether it's Mirei Misaka or God Cracked Fire Weaving, they all think so.

If he can't protect those people, if his death can be exchanged for another more powerful being to protect them, God Crack may accept his death in peace, just like Mirei Misaka.

But-

"I want to live!"

Mirei Misaka has changed.

I don't know what she felt at the time, what she thought, she made a completely different choice than before.

It must be her buddies!

Those sisters who are obviously weak, but are willing to be her strength.

Those friends who know that they will face a strong enemy, but are willing to be her strength.

For a moment, the god cracked the fire weaving and gave birth to a little jealousy.

Although it was only a little bit, she was immediately relieved that she was different from Mirei Misaka.

The enemies he has always faced are not comparable to Mihari Misaka.

Relatively, what you can rely on cannot be so weak

Wait, could it be that the reason why I gave up the Amakusa Cross Sect all this time is because I belittled them from the bottom of my heart and felt that they were "weak"?

The moment the Divine Cracker realized this, he was stunned

"So, the wisest course of action right now would be to run away, right?"

Mirei Misaka looked reluctant.

The red-haired magician next to him responded impatiently:

"That's right, if you don't want to retreat, I'll force you to leave, and there is no room for you to mess around now."

Turning his head, all he saw was a blurry shadow of swords.

It was a battlefield for the saints, and the eyes of mortals couldn't even catch the figures of both sides, and what their ears heard was even sent out by the collision of weapons 1 second ago, no matter which move of the two sides was aimed at them, they would be killed in seconds if they couldn't even react.

This is the battle among the saints. Whether it's Mirei Misaka or Steele, there is no room for interference.

The girl in her black coat glanced at her lips. Her gaze skimmed to the surrounding Amakusa-style crowd:

They had unconsciously formed a formation, faintly centered on the word Jiangong Zhai, and were staring at the battlefield with all their attention.

Mihari Misaka was surprised to find that the acting pope, whose hair was deliberately shaped into a messy hairstyle and gave off a strange jet-black sheen like the carapace of a stag beetle, seemed to be able to see the battle between the saints.

After a little thought, Miyoshi Misaka knew it in her heart.

The god cracked fire weaving was originally an Amakusa-style female pope, and the Amakusa-style people are probably also accustomed to the battle of the saint, so in order to keep up with the rhythm of the saint's battle, it is natural to develop the corresponding technique.

It's better to say that if you don't do this, it won't be like an Amakusa style.

However, he obviously has the ability to intervene in the battle of the saint, so why hasn't he done it yet? And the God Rift over there, who is in a bitter battle, why don't they open their mouths to seek Amakusa-style cooperation?

Misaka Meiling shook her head, these internal affairs of the sect are indeed not something she can meddle in at will.

However, this does not affect her small push of the grass style.

"God Crack is desperate, but you let me escape?"

Miyoshi Misaka looks like a reckless man who is all crazy.

"I've never had the word run in my dictionary! As long as you can keep up with their speed, you can share the pressure of the gods! ”

The veins in Steele's forehead began to pound - how could the saint's speed keep up so easily.

What he didn't notice was that when the Amakusa-style crowd heard this, they couldn't help but clench the weapons in their hands.

"Come on, boy Steele! Lend me your strength one more time, I promise you can."

Before she finished speaking, Meiling had already rolled her eyes and collapsed, and behind her was a red-haired magician with an angry head.

"It's because I listened to you that things got to such a point"

Steele muttered as he withdrew his knife, then picked up the unconscious girl.

"Anyway, having recovered Misaka Mirei, it is time to retreat."

The sword of the Divine Cracked Fire became hesitant because of the gap that appeared in the heart for a moment.

Zax, who was keenly aware of this, showed no mercy to his subordinates, and the storm of sharp blades swept towards the Divine Rift more intensively.

"Whether it's combat power or consciousness, I can't see anything outstanding."

In the midst of the airtight attack, Zax said:

"Although he has the appearance of a saint, he is just an ordinary saint."

There is a bitterness in the words that is difficult to detect.

Is that all there is to it?

[You, who gave up the Knights of the Sorrowful Country, are you the successor you have chosen just a guy of this level? 】

"That is, there is no enough combat power to protect Britain."

Because he used the Seven Heavens and Seven Swords to accept the stick, the entire body of the Divine Flame was blown away. The body of the god crack was like it was about to destroy all the mountains formed by the rubble, and it flew about a hundred meters without rebounding. Her body turned into cannonballs, destroying mountains of rubble one by one, and turning pieces of cement into dust and sprinkling them into the air.

"There is no consciousness to sacrifice everything."

The emotion contained in Zax's voice was disappointment.

But the God Rift, who was buried in the rubble and couldn't move, didn't even have the strength to respond to him.

The power that was injected into the blood-soaked body was not even half of the original.

Small means and tricks are of no use in this case.

It's just that the opponent who has a huge gap in the most fundamental "strength", how can he fight him?

【…… The ...... of that power What is the ......? 】

Shen Crack felt a question as he spat blood clots in his mouth.

With all the power of the saint, she used the magic of "Wei Shan", she understood. The nature of a saint is inherently beyond the limits of ordinary human bodies. The original "only flash" is a one-hit sword drawing technique. If you don't use it in this form, you may have your body destroyed at any time.

However, Zax crushed this impossible possibility from the front.

That's why he was able to widen the gap between him and the Divine Rift.

[――The ...... of "only flash" In the construction of magic, the remaining power ...... None of them]

This technique is not only to increase the amount of exercise, but also to keep the muscles from being destroyed beyond the limits that humans can tolerate, and to ensure that the balance of the whole body is not lost in the case of extreme speed increase, which is the crystallization of the composition of various imposition as fine techniques. If you want to ask for something more than that, or if you add a new part somewhere, then the balance between all the spells will be broken. It is impossible to add a new puzzle toy to the existing puzzle.

This is the limit of the "saint" who relies on hand-to-hand combat.

Zax is saying that he has a more refined body control technique on top of this?

Although the Divine Rift has established several hypotheses of its own, no matter which one of them has failed.

Sure enough, if the amplification reaches his level, something will definitely go wrong. If he had used the same power as Zax, the body of an ordinary human would have disintegrated in the air at that moment, both physically and magically.

Originally, it was impossible to use 100% of the power given to a saint.

Because of their physical similarities to the "Son of God", the saints are said to have succeeded in gaining his powers. However, even if there is only a part of the power of the "Son of God", this is not something that humans can grasp.

It is already very difficult for the saints to grasp a part of the power of this part.

This is the body of a saint.

No matter how you organize the technique, there will definitely be a chasm that cannot be bridged.

There is a limit to the amount of power that can actually be used at will, as a result of idolatrous theories.

But that's not all bad. Because if the saint can use that power 100 percent, then the saint's body will be shattered by his own power because of the force that is too high. This phenomenon is more like a sense of self-preservation than magic. Because when they were babies who didn't know any magic, they had already mastered the techniques that would calm that power.

But

【…… Is he not a saint...... Boundaries, are ......? …… That power has ...... Easily exceeded ...... A realm that humans can dominate, right......? 】

The word genius has the power to make people accept everything.

However, this is not the case.

It was because of the Divine Crack in this realm that she understood.

Genius, talent, this kind of discourse is not such a convenient thing in reality.

【…… What's there, what's there......]

Divine Crack heard a small noise.

It was Zax's voice standing in front of the Divine Split.

【…… The Sage and, the Sword of Damocles......]

Looking at the strong enemy in front of him, Shen Crack thought.

"After all, O saint of the Far East"

Expressionless, Zax stepped forward and raised his greatsword above his head:

"You're not qualified to be by 'her'."