Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

——The storm is coming.

On the girl's pretty face, there is an extremely calm expression. In her eyes, which usually sparkle with starlight, at this moment, it is like a cold deep pool, without the slightest fluctuation.

Shokuhou Misaki's slender hands tremble slightly, letting the rhythm with an inexplicable signal be transmitted.

Because of the previous disaster, the weapons of Academy City are ready and can be put into this battle at any time.

Not far away, Accelerator and Kamijou Touma also noticed the situation here and have already cast their attention.

But the girl understands that compared with the current situation, this action is of no use.

She raised her head and solemnly observed the thin monk in front of her who looked like a dead tree.

He was wearing a purple robe that was a little too gorgeous for a monk, and the collar behind his head stood up high like a flame.

Judging from the shining gold collage on the outside of the robe, the onlookers might first feel a deep desire rather than Buddha nature.

The long sword he held in his palm, made of pure gold, and used as a walking stick further aggravated this stereotype.

But the monk's appearance was enough to correct these deviations.

Dead gray skin, skinny... or in other words, a layer of human skin attached to the bones.

Even with that aura that cannot be ignored, he gave people the impression that he was between a decayed old man and a revived corpse.

The most eye-catching thing was the pupils exposed in the deep eye sockets.

The white part of the eye was as black as ink, which looked cold and cruel, and the iris part was a beast-like violent green.

Shokuhou Misaki recognized this posture.

After knowing the connection between the demon god and the magic side, she used the learning device to make up for the deification rituals of various religions. The monk in front of her, whether in dress or features, perfectly met the rituals of the living Buddha.

Unlike the golden Buddha shaped by incense, and the living Buddha who was recognized by merit and knowledge, this is a very special ritual.

A high monk who wants to become a Buddha needs to lock himself in a small basement, not eat or drink, and keep a meditative posture until the last moment of his life, until he becomes a dried corpse.

If he is forced to this extent, he can still maintain his faith and unwavering attitude in the face of death, and he can be called a Buddha in this life.

That's right.

The worst situation still happened.

Although the demons have no interest in dominating the world and humans, considering their different personalities and backgrounds, it is not impossible that there are freaks who want to personally participate in the fights of mortals.

But since he has decided to participate, why should he greet them with earthquakes and giants, which are just jokes to him?

"It's just because of a very simple reason."

The monk said concisely as if to save time. "Just like Othinus cannot be ranked with the real demons like us, compared with other demons, I am not so noble in terms of perseverance."

He grinned with a dry mouth, as if he missed it.

The demons called monks are obviously different from other demons.

But this is not because the name is not well-known in the Buddhist phase.

In the process of venting anger at the world as they please, there are not many people who lose their names from religion, but it is not an exception among demons.

The reason why Seng Zheng is different from other demons is that he was not given a name by the Buddhist phase at the beginning.

Although he performed the ritual perfectly and obtained the power of the Buddha, that is, the power of the demon.

But unlike the Northern European phase with the theme of struggle, in the Buddhist phase that is closely related to all living beings, having power is not a condition for becoming a Buddha.

The first half of the ritual that can be controlled by Seng Zheng himself can only guarantee that he obtains the power of "God", but after experiencing death and obtaining power, the next process is the top priority.

That is, let all living beings test his achievements and recognize his status.

Born from all living beings, the Buddhist phase of sublimating the soul with great aspirations allows Seng Zheng to transcend the six realms and become a complete demon in just one life as a mortal.

While enjoying this superior condition, he naturally has to bear the disadvantages brought by this superiority.

Due to the political factors of his temple origin, the achievements of the monk were forcibly denied.

He was not recognized, worshipped, or given the Buddhist name and responsibilities that the path should have.

So such a monk is just a confused and hesitant {demon} who has an obsession to save all living beings, but does not know the right and wrong of the path, the good and evil of the behavior.

"So, although I am also looking forward to the seventh path that does not exist in the six paths, I also have a lingering attachment to this world."

The mummy-like old man spoke frankly.

"Compared to other demons who collect information and prepare for answers, being unwilling to do so for the present is also one of the meanings that can satisfy me."

"Do you understand? Although the God of Purification and Demon Suppression seems to have been distorted a lot by this guy from the Cross Church, as long as the core is still there, there is still a possibility of correction."

The monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp light appeared in his pupils.

"You are just like this world. It's not a problem that you are completely unrecognizable. As long as you have awareness, I am still willing to give you a chance to correct yourself."

God of Purification...

Shokuhou Misaki was slightly startled, and then immediately understood.

In a sense, magicians are quite pure creatures.

For the meaning of magic, they can sacrifice everything and do whatever they want.

Even if you go astray, you still have to fulfill your original wish.

But if the wish that you thought you would spend your whole life on is fulfilled in just a few seconds, what should you do with the remaining power?

Unlike other demons who know how to fulfill their wishes and give up completely after being disappointed, the monk is even worse.

Because he can't even judge the distance between himself and his wish.

Just like the story of the magician killer that Roland told her.

He only knows the wish to achieve world peace, but knows nothing about the process and the Holy Grail, so he puts his hope in the omnipotent wishing machine.

But compared with the man who reversed the order of process and result, the monk is a little more exaggerated.

Without a standard, he can't even tell which is closer to the peace in his heart, making everyone's soul materialize and achieve eternal life or letting the black mud devour all life.

For this reason, as the benchmark of the world, an arbitrator who can judge the degree of distortion is necessary.

It must be to the point that he is willing to stoop to test this world and issue an invitation.

Thinking of this, Shokuhou Misaki took a deep breath, brushed her honey-colored hair, and showed her usual gorgeous smile.

In her calm pupils, the monk's decayed body was covered by a huge wave-like shadow.

That was the symbol of the target that the Afei Corps had already arrived.

Not only her, but also Accelerator and Kamijou Touma who had already arrived were the same.

They heard the monk's speech clearly without lowering the volume, but despite showing a thoughtful expression, the two of them raised their fists at the same time.

"Although I don't quite understand what your purpose is, in short, you want to destroy the current world! In this case, I will never let this fantasy come true!"

Because he didn't get to know the truth as deeply as in the original work, Kamijou Touma still had some knowledge of the devil and the crisis.

But this did not prevent him from clearly realizing one thing.

A person who has the ability to destroy the earth is still willing to spend time building cities to keep existing life. Even if he is bad, he is not completely bad.

Kamijou Touma had also heard complaints about the authoritarian system of Blue Dream Company.

But as long as the world he saw, everything he knew, touched, and saw was still moving towards a happier and freer direction, he would resolutely stop the existence that wanted to destroy this balance.

Such an action made the monk shake his skull against his skin, revealing a somewhat surprised expression.

If he just rejected his invitation or refuted his remarks, it would be fine, but such an unhesitating sword-to-sword confrontation was really beyond his expectation.

"It's okay for the followers of God of Purification and Roland. He may not understand the truth of the matter yet and focus on the rescue in front of him, but you are the same. The clamp that Roland gave you is clearly in your mind, isn't it?"

"That kind of thing doesn't matter anymore!"

Accelerator snorted coldly, "I don't have a dream, but at least I can protect this guy's dream."

"And as long as this goal can be achieved, no matter what order is given, no matter what kind of enemy exists, it makes no difference! Anyway, I have already tried to punch the devil!"

"You ungrateful brat!"

The monk pounded his shoulder, looking like he had a headache.

Before the rolling black wings touched him, he waved his hand with a very impatient expression.

Then, the earth giant arm like a long dragon rose from the ground again and smashed straight at Accelerator.

Because of the real-time connection to the Forbidden Book Index, Accelerator soon showed a hideous smile.

Compared with the previous mud giant, this is just an old trick with the words in the title changed at most, and even the numbers have not changed.

For him who has already analyzed it, there is no problem.

So, he once again rolled up the wings behind him and rushed forward like a cannonball, intending to keep this strange enemy as far away from Kamijou Touma as possible.

However, when he really touched the mud hand that had not changed at all, the expression on Accelerator's face changed horribly.

"Boom--"

Without even a cry of pain, he flew out like thunder at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

What's going on? The data has not changed, but the result is completely different... Hmm, the power of the six paths of Buddhism?

Shokuhou Misaki, who received Index's message at the same time, shrank her pupils and smiled bitterly to herself.

Even though she didn't know much about magic, from the information in her mind, she roughly understood that this was a power that could not change anything even if she noticed the clues.

"You actually attacked the demon god... You are really interesting."

The monk laughed suddenly, looking at the few people who dared to show hostility to him.

For the demon god, there are no enemies other than the same kind.

The so-called hostility is the process of trying to use violence to redeem, prove, and make up for some shortcomings.

But for the demon god who can create on the canvas called the world with just a finger, money, reputation, status, past, facts, and even lost life are no exception.

Everything can be satisfied.

Therefore, if it is a being other than the demon god, no matter how many attacks they suffer, they have no reason to fight back, just like humans know that there are harmless but useless bacteria in the intestines, but they will not deliberately expel them.

"Although it is worthless courage, how about having some self-knowledge?"

"That's wrong, it's because we have self-knowledge that we will act without hesitation."

Although she wanted to cast her eyes on Kamijou Touma who was running towards Accelerator, Shokuhou Misaki was still calmly watching the monk in front of her, showing a provocative smile instead of being angry.

"Just like that invitation, no matter how nice you say it, fantasy is still fantasy."

Shokuhou Misaki narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice was crisp and pleasant.

"There's no harm in indulging in a beautiful future, but if you can't even grasp everything you already have, it's just empty talk."

"So, compared to this guy who tries to do meaningless things with empty talk, it's more worthy to follow the lunatic who is moving forward step by step towards the delusion of having the best of both worlds even if he knows that he may not succeed?"

"Although the possibility is very small, who knows, maybe we have the possibility of snatching victory from the enemy who satisfies his existence with such empty fantasies without knowing the height of the sky and the depth of the earth?"

"..."

Looking at the confident girl, the old man who was just sanctimonious suddenly became furious.

The so-called finite will return to nothingness when it reaches the extreme.

Therefore, the so-called infinite is not to make people full, but to lose the desire from the great cause of the world to the insignificant little things.

It is precisely because there is no standard that the monk wants to fill his emptiness and confusion by convincing Kamijou Touma and the power established by Roland who has found the way bit by bit.

But I didn't expect to meet Shokuhou Misaki, who was so venomous but could keenly perceive the existence of people's hearts.

The monk had a gloomy face, frowned, and stared at the blonde girl with murderous intent.

"You fool who dreams of foolishness, you want to face the devil with your sword and take away the qualification of victory, even your master can't have it!"

As if he was angry, the monk raised the golden sword in his hand again and smashed it down heavily.

"Don't say that he is not here now. Even if he is here, I, the senior, will make him understand why the devil is the devil!"

At the moment the words fell, two huge mud hands suddenly rose up under the control of the monk, and grabbed Shokuhou Misaki angrily.

The monk had lost his patience and planned to use the death of the enemy to wash away his dissatisfaction in his heart.

Shokuhou Misaki was slightly surprised that the legendary demon god was easier to break than Misaka Mikoto. She gritted her teeth and raised her head without fear. When she was about to fight to the death--

"Gala--"

A strange and deafening sound rang out.

That was the sound of the wind sweeping up, and that was the figure floating in the air.

Under Shokuhou Misaki's stunned and puzzled gaze, the head on the neck of the monk who had just been arrogant suddenly spun violently like a gyroscope.

Its rapid rotation speed, violent force, and the toughness of the demon god's body instantly created a rare human helicopter.

"Even if it's me, I can't have the qualifications to take away the demon god's victory?"

In the wind that swept the entire battlefield, the hand of light on his right shoulder was still waving, and the boy who was high above smiled softly.

He stared at this ridiculous scene with his true red pupils, and his gentle and indifferent voice was full of undisguised contempt.

"... How about having some self-knowledge?" (End of this chapter)