(3rd Update)

As if the sky had been dyed crimson, a huge crimson spatial ripple reverberated over Lucifer, who was soaring into the sky with Bronson, and instantly spread to a diameter of ten meters, covering the sky above the orphanage.

"Your Lucifer's transformed sword looks pretty big..."

A voice that made Bronson's heart, whose eyes widened as he watched the huge crimson space ripples in the sky, slowly burrowed into his ears.

"Why don't you compare it with me..."

As the words fell, the crimson space that covered the sky above the orphanage rippled violently, like a pool of boiling water, tumbling incessantly.

Suddenly, a giant sword with a pitch-black body and a height of more than twenty meters, like a high-rise building, slowly poked out a huge sword body from the crimson space ripples, and in Bronson's abruptly changed face, it was like a mountain falling from the sky.

"Hum!"

The pitch-black giant sword covered Bronson's entire field of vision, leaving only the sharp, pitch-black, flashing tip of the sword with a deadly cold light, roughly cutting through the air, and under the crazy vibration of the atmosphere, it fell heavily on Lucifer with Bronson.

"Drink!"

Feeling the huge pressure from the sky above his head and the shadow of death gradually attacking, Bronson roared hoarsely, frantically urging the magic power in his body, as if he was going to squeeze out the blood in his veins, and squeezed out the magic power with enough Cheng Dù to tear his body apart.

There is no doubt about it. It was the first time in Bronson's life that he had worked so hard, and it was also the first time in his life that Bronson had unleashed such a huge amount of magic.

The majestic magic power exploded in the form of a burst of wind, turning into steam one by one, and flowing into Lucifer's body, so that Lucifer's whole body was wrapped in a layer of magic visible to the naked eye, loosening Bronson, and a violent ultra-high temperature hot air surged around his body, sweeping the audience.

Ignoring the owner who fell down, Lucifer looked up, and his figure suddenly distorted. Turned into a golden sword. The ultra-hot air that made a clattering sound that overwhelmed the space shot into the sky.

The pitch-black greatsword that covered the sky and the golden greatsword that swept with the fiery red wind were like needles against wheat mangs, and mountains crashed into meteors, in the sky above the orphanage. Sudden collision.

"Knock---!"

With a deafening sound. A thunderous roar rang out. A violent wave of wind and waves also exploded, suddenly shaking out, with an impact that made the human body feel like it would be crushed into slag. Shrouded the entire orphanage.

Without the slightest suspense, the stone houses made of stone bricks were like glass, and they were simply and neatly blown up by the impact waves, and the stone roofs were mercilessly lifted away, and even the surrounding fields were razed out of small pieces of flat land.

By the time the storm dissipated and the roar of the storm disappeared, the scene had changed completely.

The buildings were dilapidated, like abandoned houses, fragile enough to be blown down by even a strong wind.

The ground cracked like a spider's web, and a layer of ground in the center of the field was peeled off, revealing a pit filled with smoke and dust.

In the pit, Bronson knelt on the ground, his skin was covered with scars, his face was painful, and he couldn't stop panting, and it didn't take long for him to spit out a mouthful of blood with a 'wow'.

Bronson's injuries were not caused by the attack, but because he overloaded his magic power, which overwhelmed his body, so that his skin cracked, and his internal organs were damaged and vomited blood.

Compared to Bronson, Lucifer's appearance is much more miserable.

Standing in front of Bronson, Lucifer's originally golden body was covered with scorched black marks, smoking and even a trace of electricity was emitting from his body, and it was obvious that the internal body had been partially damaged.

To make matters worse, one of the three pairs of wings with golden feathers of steel stuck in Lucifer's back had become tattered, and one of the two giant blades equipped on the back of his wrist had been cut off in half.

Obviously, even if Bronson surpassed his limits and channeled too much magic power to Lucifer, Lucifer was still inferior to the pitch-black greatsword that was comparable to a tall building!

Of course, in order to do this, it was not easy to be speechless, standing opposite Bronson and Lucifer, his face was slightly pale, and his mouth was panting, although he was much better than Bronson, but he could also see the faint tiredness in his eyes.

However, it is not surprising that this will become the case.

Without superpowers, you can only use 'telekinesis', relying on squeezing to squeeze the iron sand out of the shape of a weapon, and the burden is not ordinarily large.

After all, 'telekinesis' is the magic power of high purity, and the use of it itself means that it takes a lot of mana.

And Wuyan just went to challenge the limit, squeezed out such a big giant sword, and used 'telekinesis' to control it and attack, how could he not be tired? …

It can be said that in this world, there will be no second person who can use 'telekinesis' to exercise such an attack except for Silence!

"It's a long life, President Bronson...", he suppressed his slightly rapid breathing, and looked at Bronson who was kneeling opposite him behind the blackened and smoky, tattered Lucifer, with blood on the corner of his mouth and a face full of pain.

"You can't die like this, should you really say that you are worthy of the excellent puppet who once almost won the position of 'Demon King'? …”

Bronson didn't answer, and he didn't know whether he disdained to answer, didn't want to answer, or couldn't answer, but just raised his head, raised his eyes, and stared at the speechless, his eyes full of murder.

"Oh, that's terrible..."Speechless laughed out loud as if he was frightened by the murderous eyes.

"It's a pity that twenty years have passed since you were eliminated from the 'Night Party', and you have basically made no progress except that your magic has strengthened with the passage of time, and you have even forgotten to exercise yourself in order to run that Karakuri workshop, which is really stupid!"

"Stupid? Bronson laughed angrily.

"The progress of the individual is nothing but degeneration, the progress of the times is irreversible, and the magician is a group of individuals, groups, and living beings who exist for the sake of 'progress'!"

"If human beings stagnate, it will bring ruin and disaster to the world, and the development and progress of science is also a means of survival that must not be ignored. Bronson struggled to his feet, sneering.

"In order to make the times progress, in order to make science develop, what is the sacrifice of the individual, no matter how strong the strength is, a person, after all, can not exist alone, if you don't want to be ruined, only let the ethnic group also become stronger, this is the real way of survival, real progress!"

Hearing this, he smiled wordlessly, and his smile was full of pity and sympathy.

"Indeed, the importance of the individual and the importance of the group are placed on the same horizon, and anyone knows which side is more important, and everyone knows which side to choose, which side to choose is the real wise choice!"

After speaking, a sharp glint bloomed in the speechless eyes.

"But it's one thing to be wise, it's another thing to be right, for what progress, what development, and as a result, you sacrifice those innocent people who have the right to live, and you ruthlessly take away their freedom and life? …”

"Whether it's Frey or Loki, although their importance is not comparable to all human beings, and naturally it is not comparable to the development and progress of the whole world, but sacrificing individuals in exchange for the interests of the group, no matter how beautiful you say, after all, it is still an act of seeking money and killing people!"

"You can't even keep the survival of the individual, you can't even get your own progress, you can't even grasp the things in front of you, you talk about progress? Talking about development? Speechless no longer concealed his feelings, and mocked.

"Ridiculous and stupid!"

“――――！” Bronson felt as if he had been insulted, his face full of gloom and anger.

Of course, being speechless is indeed insulting him, and there is no need to question it!

"Progress or anything, development or anything, it has nothing to do with me, I came here just to fulfill my promise, to give you a big surprise at the same time, to vent my anger for Frey, but also to seek revenge!"

As soon as he stretched out his wordless hand, behind him, in the crimson spatial ripples, a streamer of light flew out and fell into his hand.

That's a card!

"Didn't you say that no matter how strong an individual is, he is still an individual after all? Holding the card diagonally in front of his heart, he looked at Bronson wordlessly.

"Then let you see with your own eyes what kind of individual amount of money you have spent twenty years running for the sake of the group!" (To be continued......)