Faced with the sudden appearance of a large number of lily petals, Right Fire, who was standing on the Star of Bethlehem, sneered.
"Naive!!"
Beside him, Archangel Power of God's unfocused eyes emitted a faint blood-red light, and the wings behind her quickly expanded and eventually became crystal wings with a length of thousands of meters.
Under the protection of the crystal wings, Eight-cloud Ink's first wave of bullet attacks had no effect.
"Are you that heretical monster? Go to hell!! "
The giant crystal wings suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and then more icicles than Eight-cloud Ink's bullet attacks fell from the sky.
The huge attack range completely covered the entire battlefield.
Raising the parasol, a large amount of monster power burst out and blocked the icicles that targeted her.
However, the armies of Academy City and Russia on the battlefield below did not have an attack that was weaker than Archangel Power of God's attack.
With just one attack, the armies of both sides suffered heavy casualties.
"Hmm … Is it still too much?"
Eight-cloud Ink snorted and disappeared through a gap.
Then, her figure appeared on the Star of Bethlehem fortress, next to Right Fire.
"You sent yourself to me? Then go to hell!! "
Under Right Fire's control, Archangel Power of God rushed toward Eight-cloud Ink without hesitation.
"Boom — —!!"
The wings and parasol collided, and a huge roar resounded through the sky.
"Everything has its own realm — —"
Eight-cloud Ink, whose long hair was blown away by the raging airflow, whispered.
"— — The realm of being and non-being."
The power that came from Archangel Power of God's wings was enough to shatter a huge mountain, but it strangely disappeared.
"The realm of waves and particles."
Countless petal-shaped bullet attacks twisted and rotated, constantly switching between waves and particles, and enveloped Archangel Power of God's body.
"Succubus!"
In front of Right Fire, a tumbling pool of ink suddenly appeared.
A pitch-black Succubus appeared with a sharp screech.
"What the hell!?"
Divine Power was busy dealing with Eight-cloud Ink's attacks, while Right Fire had to deal with Succubus himself.
Looking at the Succubus that was waving its sharp claws at him, the light on Right Fire's right shoulder twisted, and a huge and ferocious arm appeared!
With a simple wave of his arm, he blocked Succubus's attack.
"Hmm?"
Seeing that the Succubus did not shatter under his attack, Fire on the Right was slightly interested.
"Interesting ability, but it ends here."
The third right hand pressed down again, and Succubus's body was immediately scattered.
At the same time, the power of God that blocked the Realm of Wave and Particle launched another attack on Eight-cloud Ink.
Eight-cloud Ink raised its parasol again in the face of God's wings.
"The realm of being and non-being!!"
But this time, Eight-cloud Ink suddenly showed a stunned expression when the parasol and the wings intersected.
"What?!"
"Boom!!"
Eight-cloud Ink, who was hit by the wings, flew across the sky like a meteor.
Golden blood sprayed out from the wound.
"Damn it … the power is too strong. Has it exceeded the limit of the realm?"
Eight Cloud Ink, who couldn't compare to Violet in terms of the utilization of her realm, couldn't do as she pleased.
Once the opponent's power exceeded a certain limit, Eight-cloud Ink would not be able to control it through the realm.
"Hahahaha …"
Seeing that Yakumo Ink was sent flying, Fire of the Right held his forehead and laughed.
"The power of God is much stronger than before!! Let's see how you can fight!! "
⑧
Fantasy Village.
There was still a banquet in Fantasy Village today.
It was just that the location of the banquet was at the Shouya Shrine. No, Shouya Shrine.
"Hey, Crow Tengu, did anything interesting happen recently?"
Marisa swirled her wine glass and asked Wen Wen, who was handing out newspapers to the guests.
"Hmph! If you want to know, buy Wen Wen. The News! "
"Tsk, what's so good about your newspaper …" Lady Green Dam, no, He Chou folded the newspaper in her hand into a very advanced looking fighter plane and sneered.
"Damn it!! How dare you say that about the newspaper I worked so hard to write!! "
The furious Wen Wen was about to rush up and teach He Chou a lesson when Watermelon Yi grabbed her by the collar.
"Come, Wen Wen, let's have a drink! Let's have a drink and be friends ~ ~ "
"Let me go! Let me go! I don't want to drink anymore! Last time when you were drunk, Ji Haitang secretly took a lot of embarrassing photos of you!! "
"Hahaha …"
Marisa immediately laughed.
"I almost forgot. Speaking of which, I still have those photos in my collection!"
Wen Wen did not look for Marisa to say anything. Watermelon had already pulled her to Yuushi Kuroto's side. Then, two unscrupulous ghosts began to pour wine down her throat.
Ling Meng drank a bowl of wine out of boredom and then glanced at Yukari beside her.
"It's rare for you to come here early to attend the banquet instead of secretly doing bad things."
"Ling Meng, you're making me sad. In any case, we've taken care of you since you were young. How could you treat us like this …"
"That's right, that's right. Because of your care, the shrine is running out of food …"
Ling Meng's heart was filled with resentment as she glanced at the Shogun Shrine which looked much better than the Boli Shrine.
"That, I'm sorry for causing trouble for you."
Zao Miao smiled apologetically at Ling Meng.
"But if you don't mind, our Shogun Shrine can have another shaman."
"Forget it!"
Ling Meng rejected without hesitation.
Compared to the Boli Shrine, which was occasionally visited by people, although the number was negligible, the Shōgun Shrine, which was located in the Mountain of Monsters, had no visitors at all because there were too many monsters living around it.
Furthermore, Ling Meng was the only one in the Boli Shrine. She automatically ignored Izuki Watermelon who was doing odd jobs. On the other hand, the Shogun Shrine had Kaminako Yasaka and Yoriko Yoriko.
In other words, even if someone came to worship the Shogun Shrine, the money they received would eventually be handed over to the higher-ups. All the money received by the Boli Shrine would fall into Ling Meng's pocket.
That was the real reason why Ling Meng was unwilling to go to the Shogun Shrine. It's better if I don't say it out loud.
Ashina sighed as she looked at Yui who was playing with Flando, Orange Meow, and Aistel.
"I wonder how Yukari is doing …"
"Ah, Ashina is such a good wife."
Remilia, who was sitting beside her, flapped her bat wings slightly.
"Eight-cloud Ink is really lucky."
Suddenly, Yukari frowned.
"Lord Purple, what's wrong?"
Azura, who was waiting by the side, asked.
Yukari did not say anything. She waved the fan in her hand and a slit opened.
The slit which was filled with ferocious eyes rippled like the surface of the water where a stone was thrown into. Then, a scene appeared.
It was the moment when Eight-cloud Ink was sent flying.
"Yukari!"
Seeing this scene, Ashina cried out.
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