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One is the grayish-white storm.

It is a struggle between the authorities and the authorities - a war in which the earth and the sky are armies, and the world is the battlefield.

It was a force strong enough to lead the world to destruction, and one of them alone was enough pure power to wash Titan into a white land.

Just staying by Roland's side, the three of Chrissy almost had a hard time breathing. Not to mention action—even if Roland didn't direct his hostility at them, it became difficult to move under the gaze of an invisible gaze that was more authoritative than the gods.

"Wait, Your Majesty—"

At Chrissy's exclamation, the flames surrounding Roland entangled the three of them involuntarily, and threw them back softly but powerfully.

In the blink of an eye, they flew thousands of meters, and by the time they were about to hit the ground, they had reached the westernmost side of the Elkart Desert. If you don't care, I'm afraid you'll fly straight to Fararuo.

That is no longer a miracle that can be accomplished by "force", but the category of "law".

Chrissy finally adjusted her body in the air, hugged the two children beside her, and used special techniques to land vertically, unloading the impact on her body.

Even so, it took a lot of effort for her to regain her footing.

But then, a storm of sand and dust swept in. Although it was not as good as a baby compared to the gray-white hurricane, the dust that rolled up blocked her vision.

…… So I'm in the way.

Chrissy sighed and hesitated, but still didn't rush back.

At her speed, it would indeed take only a few moments to run back again. But she decided that she would obey His Majesty's orders.

However, at this moment, she heard Roland's voice sounding in the sky: "People of the Four Realms, you should bow down, you should pray!" ”

"Shout, cry out to my name, and cry out for justice!"

Roland's clear prayer sounded in the white sea of fire, and the pure white flame giant rose from the sea of fire again.

That's no longer about doing it to yourself. The abusive prayer is the king of heaven who holds the king's sword and wears holy armor.

In the pure white whistling sea of fire, it gradually drew the long sword at its waist.

It was a holy sword that was more dazzling than any silver.

It is not a murder weapon made of flames, but the embodiment of the concept of kingship.

It was neither the power of the Sleeping Teacher, nor the power of the Covenant Maker, nor the Eye of Aum.

- That's Roland's own power, Roland's own scepter.

"My people, if you believe in righteousness and keep your commandments, lift up your praises and call upon my name to bear witness to your word."

Roland's clear voice grew mature and hoarse, resounding throughout the sky above Faennes.

When people heard the voice, they couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

Because that's a sign of a great miracle. It was a harbinger of Roland's miracle.

But they can't help but be a little worried.

Not to the "people of the twilight" who angered Saint Laurent, but to Roland.

…… It seems that Yves Saint Laurent's voice is getting older?

Roland's prayers rang out all over the field.

Without hesitation, the people immediately knelt on the ground and chanted the name of Yves Saint Laurent.

They didn't know where Saint Laurent was, they didn't know what Saint Laurent was doing, but each of them was convinced that Saint Laurent was doing great things.

Because he is the king of the world. There is nothing more holy in this world than Him.

So they shouted—

"Yves Saint Laurent, Holy Laurent!"

"Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!! ”

"The People of Twilight!"

Roland opened his eyes suddenly, and anger poured out: "Your hour has come!" ”

Thick, dancing light spilled out of him like flames, shining brightly in the endless sea of pure white.

It is the light of the light, the holy of the holy.

As if overloaded, centered on Roland's pupils, his cheeks cracked a few slits like porcelain.

He swung the scepter in his hand in anger like an invisible greatsword, and slammed it into the gray-white storm from top to bottom.

- Sword Momentum. Weigh!

Behind him, the giant thousands of meters tall with flames moved in unison, slashing the brilliant King Sword in his hand towards the gray-white storm.

Like the rippling reflection seen in the water, the entire space through which the sword marks pass is distorted.

With a loud bang, the entire crystal wall of Elcatel shattered in an instant.

It was as if an invisible hammer had slammed into the ground—the earth collapsed, and the sky cracked with a thud.

Snow-white cracks spread rapidly across the walls of Aum, and the creaking sound of snow melting was drowned out in the storm and waves.

However, the roaring hurricane abruptly halted its progress.

"Holy—"

Roland didn't let it go at all, and took a step forward with a roar.

The king of the flames took steps in sync with him.

As soon as it stepped on it, even the ground roared, and the collapsed earth shook violently.

That's the reason why the world can't survive. That's a power that's beyond what this world allows.

If you push it in this way, you can reach the limits of the world no matter what kind of power you have.

The distorted rainbow light spread out in an instant, and as the light flashed, hundreds of twisted sword marks about a kilometer long remained in the air. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the monstrous pure white flames rolled back in anger, and instantly rushed into the hurricane.

The first time, the hurricane let out a mournful roar and slowly burned.

However, at this time, several crisp sounds sounded on Roland's body one after another, and seven or eight cracks appeared from him. And not limited to the cheeks, nor hidden under the robe.

It was a crack that had broken out of Roland's robes. Through the irregular cracks, only a void can be seen inside, without the slightest flesh and blood.

That was a side effect of Kabbalah's authority.

As the basis for the relationship between the priest and the gods, if the power of this authority is not given to others, but is used entirely within oneself, the loss can be reduced to zero infinitely.

But it also means satisfying Kabbalah's principles of this life.

-- The so-called one who is longed for should dedicate himself.

Roland's followers and people dedicate their bodies, souls, and wills to Roland, and the only way Roland can repay them is to use their bodies, souls, and wills as fuel to open up a land for believers and people.

He stared at the hurricane, his sword held high, ready to strike.

Finally-

"--See."

Roland whispered contentedly.

He saw it. At the very center of the hurricane, a giant monster curled up like a baby with a faint rainbow of light was composed entirely of gray-white data streams.

and, the dim yellow pupils that looked at Roland at the same time, like two nebulae.

"Finally, I've found you."

Roland sighed, pointing his blade at the illusory monster.

At that moment, it was as if time had stood still.

In the next moment, the flame giant behind Roland gradually melted and collapsed, submerging into Roland's body again. Roland had already appeared behind the monster, and the scepter slowly clicked on the ground.

The hurricane stopped like a phantom. The illusory monster was torn apart, revealing its true body.

It was someone's brain, which was as tall as a building, wriggling like a living thing.

The brain didn't turn into mud or fall apart, but it suddenly stopped wriggling for no apparent reason.

Despite the seemingly inconsequential differences, Roland knew that it had been killed inside.

“…… Victor, it turned out to be you. ”

Roland muttered softly.

Behind him, purple-gray thunderbolts fell from the sky and smashed open a gate.

What came out of it was An Ruosi, whose eyes were gray and who had a wry smile on his face.

and, the alchemist who lost his head and still stood gracefully.

- Victor, the enemy of humanity and the last betrayer. (To be continued.) )