I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Space warps, twists, and affects everything within range.

"Yeah ah... This kind of thing, we should say it right." A playful voice came from in front of him.

"How could it be!??" Azrael stood there dumbfounded.

After the space that roared through the wind twisted, Kurumi raised his head with a smile with his hands in front of him.

The wind blew up the ponytail, which was tied into two bundles, one long and one short. On the side of the inorganic golden bell pupil, the magnificent rose-like dark red pupils revealed a blood-colored brilliance.

"revenge--"

"—Retaliate!"

She pulled the trigger on Azrael.

Azrael suddenly wanted to dodge, but found a pair of soft and white catkins hugging her from behind.

Another Kurumi hugged her tightly and whispered in Azrael's ear with his head turned sideways.

"Didn't you hear me? I'm talking about... us."

boom--

The complicated halo was completely shattered, and Azrael, who was suffocated, looked around helplessly.

"Hee hee hee..."

"Hahahaha..."

Countless charming girls in black and red revealing spiritual outfits walked briskly and packed all the Flügel lolitas.

Layer upon layer, the petite voice like a nightmare sounded so desperate to her.

"My lord... my lord..."

The pale face is probably like that.

As the blade of the god of war, in the end, it was unable to stop the monster.

Yes, those charismatic girls with exactly the same appearance looked like monsters in her eyes.

Struggling coquettishly, Azrael stretched her hand to the door between the thrones.

"My Lord is invincible..."

She comforted herself so much, but there was endless ominous in her heart.

Then... a hand knife slashed hard on the back of her neck.

"Last...capture complete."

···

Kurumi slowly pushed open the door and stepped into the throne room.

Only the main body is one, without other avatars.

Step out.

The height of the two of them, a black and red eclipse-like shadow appeared behind her, and then with a low humming sound, a golden clock appeared.

She looked up at the incomparable enemy and squeezed her guns tightly.

The existence sitting on the throne has an overwhelming sense of existence, and the blood bars are so black that it is almost impossible to see how many, or billions of megabytes.

He propped up his cheeks as a matter of course, showing a funny smile.

"Then... report your name."

The God of War Artixu said, just the sound, it swayed in another space, and ripples appeared, like a prelude to the space shock.

"Shizaki Kuangsan." Kuangsan said dignifiedly, raising his skirt and saluting gently, neither humble nor arrogant.

···

The tide-like power poured into her field of vision, and the last sunset fell in front of her eyes, and the god of war put down his hand on his cheek.

"I've been waiting for a long time, the one who challenged me."

"A long, long time ago, that guy told me that he decided that I would also lose -- the day when I was called the strongest, and I was called because of the strongest."

"It is said that dragons can see through the gaps in time, so there is no doubt that the guy saw this day."

"Since then, I've been thinking, what kind of guy can defeat me? It's a pity that he didn't tell me who he was until he turned into a dead bone."

"Are you saying that those dragons are a strange group of people who regard death as luck, and see the future but no one says."

"But...I'm curious, the guy who beat me. Could it be you?"

Chapter 49 God Killing

The crisscrossed steel was twisted into a thorn-like throne, and Hubby sat there quietly, watching the sea in the distance.

The dreadful vortex that fell from the sky collapsed and radiated, and the blazing light would burn people's eyes just by looking at it.The incandescent vortex looked like a big fireball, and for some reason, Hubby remembered the sunset that Kurumi had told her.

Rick was standing behind Hubby, wrapped in a tattered robe, he looked like a shadow of Hubby.He looked at the Ex-Machina girl sitting quietly on the Iron Throne, and a strange illusion surged in his heart.

As if the one sitting in front of him was not a machine, but a little sad little girl.