Kamen Rider Zi-O, Dimensional Descent

"That's what Houfangzhishui said," he said, trying to use the stick in his hand to force himself to stand up.

Crash! In the blink of an eye, the stick used to support the ground shattered into dust.

It seems even his own weapons couldn't withstand the force just now.

What are you planning to do?

Yan Ming continued to stare at the water behind him, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"If you want to continue fighting, I'm willing to oblige, even though I think it's pointless now. But if you feel it's your mission, I will continue fighting."

"...If it were me, I would hope to die a glorious death as a mercenary on the battlefield."

"The water behind me said in a deep voice."

"It's just a pity that I can't die here like this."

"Is it because of your mission as the Right Seat of God that you must continue fighting?"

"No...this has nothing to do with the organization I belong to."

In an instant, Yan Ming saw something special in the eyes of the person behind him.

That wasn't the look of someone filled with evil intentions... In his eyes, there was a glimmer of light called conviction.

“I still have people waiting for me who need my protection, so… I can’t die here yet.”

I see… I suppose the other members of the Right Seat of God are the same way.

Everyone has a reason to fight, whether it's faith, family, revenge, or someone to protect... these are their beliefs.

Just like the people in this academy city, everyone acts out of their own reasons.

But Yan Ming's expression remained unchanged.

"Your initial goal was to attack Academy City and drag the innocent people here into it... This is an undeniable fact."

"I know."

"So you should understand what I'm going to do."

Swish—! The sharp blade flashed out.

A demon king is a demon king; he will not condone the sins of others simply because of their reasons.

Regardless of the reason why the Rear Waters fought, whether it was out of hardship or to protect someone, whatever the reason, there is no doubt that the Right Seat of God acted out of a desire to stop the invasion of innocent people.

Therefore, Yan Ming could not let them go.

Some people may think he is ruthless, but when he needs to be ruthless, he will do so without any mercy.

It was precisely because he was able to do this that Woz called him the Demon King.

"I will give you a dignified death, so that you will die without pain."

"No need, just let me lose in the battle."

Houfang Zhishui refused Yan Ming's request and clenched her fist at him with her empty hand.

The saint before him had lost his weapon, but even so... he would still choose to fight.

“I don’t need any pity. The fact that I’ve come to this battlefield proves that I’m prepared to die here… Bring it on.”

What kind of awareness and courage does it take to say such a thing?

Yan Ming did not reject the man in front of him, but he would never ignore the man's sins because of this.

So... he made his move.

He channeled his energy into the ultimate sword in his hand, knowing full well that this strike would take the life of the man before him, yet the Demon King still swung the deadly blade toward the man's neck.

And so it all came to an end.

That's right... it should end here.

But a huge accident occurred.

"...?"

Then, Yan Ming saw it.

A man in red catches his own attack with his bare hands.

Then—just as Yan Ming's sword was about to slice through Hou Fang Zhi Shui's neck, something suddenly blocked his view.

Accompanied by a burst of dazzling golden light.

Clang—!

Instantly, he felt as if his sword blade had struck something harder than diamond, unable to advance an inch or continue cutting.

Yan Ming quickly sheathed his weapon and stepped back.

"The response is good."

That was a sound never heard before.

When Yan Ming raised his head and looked ahead, a dazzling golden light appeared directly in front of Zhi Shui behind him.

Then, the golden light transformed into a human form, revealing its internal structure.

"But for me, speed and strength are completely unnecessary."

He was a young man wearing red clothes.

The man was probably around twenty years old. He had his hands in his pockets, a head of bright red hair, and a refreshing smile, as if he were simply there for a walk.

Most importantly, there seems to be some kind of invisible, phantom-like force above the opponent's right shoulder.

That thing blocked Yan Ming's attack, and it was also that thing that blocked the water behind him.

"Although I've been observing the entire battle as an outsider, the situation has exceeded my expectations."

The young man calmly looked at the water behind him, and at the same time raised his hand, letting another figure land beside him.

That was the body of the Wind Ahead, which should have been buried in a pile of rubble some distance away, but was pulled in front of him without warning.

Who are you?

"How many people could possibly be here? Here's a hint: the two people you fought with are both my colleagues."

That would prove that the other party, like the water behind and the wind in front, is a member of the Right Seat of God.

Judging from their attire, it's not hard to imagine what their defining characteristic is.

Just as you thought, I am the Fire on the Right.

The young man—no, the one on the right—raised his head slightly, revealing a confident smile.

"Yes, he is the true leader of the Right Seat of God, and also the strongest being."

"Even if I didn't say it, you should be able to tell, right? Your name seems to be Shilun Yanming... You really gave me an unexpected performance."

Yan Ming held the sword blade, but did not launch an attack on the fire on the right for a long time.

Because he sensed a different kind of aura.

This is an aura stronger than the Water Behind, more powerful than the Archangel, and more terrifying than the Witch's Night I've encountered before.

Even the previous encounters with Bal and Phoenix could not compare to it; theoretically, it could be said to be the most powerful enemy aura that Yan Ming had ever encountered so far.

This person... possesses power far exceeding his own imagination!

"Time King!"

And just then, a familiar voice came from behind.

That sound came from not far away.

A dark blue shadow appeared in the distance, and after witnessing the situation, it immediately rushed towards them.

"Powered Time!"

"RE·V·I·VE Goretsu! Goretsu!"

The orange-black fortress-like body belongs to the resurrected being, Ganglie, who possesses ultimate power surpassing even the second-generation Zi-O.

Without hesitation, Gates, recognizing the enemy as someone attempting to attack Yan Ming and himself, immediately leaped into the sky.

And it compresses both time and space.

"Haaah—!!"

With an overwhelming attack, Gates charged straight at Fire on the right, accompanied by black electricity and orange streaks of light. He raised his right leg and delivered a flying kick to Fire on the right.

boom--!!!

An explosion of ultimate brilliance erupted.

In an instant, the planet Earth was shaken slightly.

But despite this—

Gates still found that the man in front of him was completely unharmed.

"Is that all?"

"what?"

Even Gates was amazed, and then—the invisible phantom on his right shoulder began to move.

The phantom transformed into a gigantic hand... with claws as deep red as dragon claws.

The third hand, belonging to the right-hand fire, simply patted lightly, instantly neutralizing all the power Gates had unleashed.

And then he knocked it away.

Gates, sent flying, streaked across the ground like a meteor, shattering an entire building in the process—and then emerged from it.

The fire on the right narrowed its eyes slightly at this scene.

"This is quite an interesting sight. To this day, no one has ever been able to withstand a single blow from me and still be standing... Is your body harder than the Eurasian continent?"

Gates was unharmed; his thick armor completely shielded him from the power of the fire on the right, leaving him unharmed.

However, even so... just how much power does it take to easily block Gates's kick, which was almost enough to shake the continent, with a wave of the hand?

"Are you OK?"

"I wasn't injured at all. This armor is even more durable than the continent itself, so there's nothing to worry about."

That being said, not getting injured is nothing to be proud of.

Gates quickly raised his weapon, while Yan Ming calmly stared at the man before him—a man known as the Right Flame.

That's all for today. I just came to say hello.

"In the not-too-distant future, we will meet again on a land called Russia... At that time, you will understand what I really want to do."

then.

Fire on the right simply raised his hand, and his figure, along with Water behind him and Wind in front of him, disappeared from the spot.

Even if time were to stop and leave him in the same place, Yan Ming didn't think he could do anything to him.

“You are all strong enough.”

"So, when that time comes, I hope you'll be just as qualified as Imagine Breaker to stop me."

Under the rainy night, the orange-black savior and the silver-purple demon king listened to these words.

However... Yan Ming was never afraid of his opponent.

He calmly took a deep breath, gazed at the distant horizon, and silently pondered everything in his heart.

"What an extraordinary person has emerged."

Volume 5 of A Certain Magical Index: Chapter 208 The Final War That Is About to Erupt

With a flash of light, Right Flame led the other two away from Academy City.

They appeared outside the walls of Academy City, where mountains of magicians, all members of the Roman Catholic Church, had been piled up.

Looking at so many defeated mages, Right Flame smiled and stroked his chin with amusement.

"So many of you were crushed by one person on the other side, you must feel really ashamed, right?"

"Ugh... Right side... Fire... You..."