Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Makoto Haramura slowly raised his left hand.

His fist, clenched tightly, opened, his five fingers hovering in mid-air as if grasping something.

"Good decision, let's do it that way then."

"Then, I'll grant your wish."

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion suddenly filled the air.

The raging tornado suddenly surged upwards, and the tangible magical power instantly spread out in all directions like an invisible barrier.

A golden mist instantly spread out.

The next second, the mist instantly condensed and gathered in Makoto Haramura's hand, forming a golden sphere.

"go with!"

"Qiang——!"

To Fujisaka Fuyuka's astonishment, the golden sphere flew directly into her forehead.

"boom!"

Fujisaka Fuyuka collapsed headfirst to the ground.

"Wait a moment."

Makoto Haramura reached out and patted Yukina Himeragi's little head, then stretched out his other hand, and a long, red and black sword appeared directly in his hand, cleaving open space and creating a dark gap.

"I'm going to take care of some other things."

……

The white clouds drift in the sky.

Below lies a vast, calm, azure sea, and in its very center, a small island covered with abundant fruit trees and vegetation.

At the very center of the island is a massive mountain range, within which stands a magnificent palace carved from snow-white rock.

"Heh, it does indeed have a bit of the flavor of the Pure Fire Heaven of Heaven."

Emerging from the gap, Makoto Haramura, standing high in the sky, witnessed everything before him.

That's right, he has now followed the spatial coordinates opened by the real world that Fujisaka Fuyuka came to, and directly arrived at the place where Fujisaka Fuyuka originally was.

That is, another world, which this world calls the Celestial Realm.

Yes, of course he will come here.

How could simply solving the problems of Yukina Himeragi and Fuyuka Fujisaka fit his personality?

Regardless, these angels are still quite powerful.

It's not an exaggeration to say that in some less civilized worlds, a single angel could destroy an entire world.

He's here now because he wants to give it a try.

Let's try and see if we can recruit these angels to our cause.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Four angels with six pairs of white wings on their backs pierced the sky and instantly appeared around Haramura Makoto, occupying the east, west, south, and north directions respectively, surrounding him.

"Six pairs of wings, and her aura is quite strong. She does seem to be much stronger than Fujisaka Fuyuka."

"However, at first glance, the idea seemed a bit unnecessary."

"It already has six pairs of wings, and still doesn't have independent thought?"

Looking around, Makoto Haramura frowned, his disappointment evident on his face.

These things are not hard to distinguish, because the gazes of these angels are exactly the same as the gaze he had when he first saw Fujisaka Fuyuka.

His eyes were indifferent, as calm as a lake, devoid of any emotion, making him seem like a dead person, like a machine.

"Qiang!"

A trembling hum resounded, and four holy light swords, each ten meters long, appeared directly in the hands of the Mind Angel.

The halos above their heads also shone with golden light, exuding a vibrant and energetic aura.

"boom--!"

"The attack power is not bad, it's much stronger."

Four light swords, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens and earth, struck the azure barrier directly, causing ripples to spread across its surface.

"But this is really meaningless."

Makoto Haramura's brows furrowed even deeper.

Even if these angels were several dimensions stronger, or even if their numbers were dozens of times greater, they could not pose a threat to him.

He didn't come here to exterminate the angel race.

After all, no matter what kind of angel it is, it can't threaten him, and it has no necessary connection with him.

He came to try to subdue these angels.

If these angels do not possess thought and merely act according to prescribed procedures, then no matter how powerful they are, it will be meaningless to him.

"Bang bang bang!"

The lightsabers left afterimages in the sky, and the sword light rained down on the barrier in front of Makoto Haramura like a storm.

"I'm getting a bit tired of it, so I guess I'll just skip it."

Impatience was growing, and Makoto Haramura began to become irritable, his gaze turning cold.

"Die."

Above the clouds, even though it was daytime and there was no sun, something seemed to be falling.

The sky is on fire.

The crimson flames painted the entire sky, and even the azure sea was reflected in a fiery red.

"LAAAA!"

The angels that had been surrounding him immediately emitted a hissing sound.

For the first time, a hint of panic appeared on its expressionless face, and a blue eye opened on each of its six pairs of twelve wings.

"Om-!"

Golden beams of light shot out from the blue eyes and pressed down on the terrifying sea of ​​flames in the sky.

"boom!"

A terrifying explosion swept out instantly, sending astonishing energy waves flying in all directions.

The angels' desperate resistance seemed to have no effect whatsoever; the golden pillar of light was not just a little bit, but was suppressed in an instant.

They were suppressed without any ability to resist.

"Caaaaa!"

The angels let out another incomprehensible roar.

They all closed the eyes on their wings, turned around, flapped their wings, and flew straight back to the magnificent palace carved from the snow-white rock.

"Oh?"

Makoto Haramura's eyes lit up instantly.

His gaze was fixed intently on the angels who had returned to the palace.

The halo above the angel's head rose up directly, like the headband of Sun Wukong, and instantly expanded and overlapped.

"That's it, that's it."

He understood; he understood everything.

Indeed, the one standing before him now was the strongest angel in the heavens.

He originally came here to see that lower-ranking angels lack intelligence, while higher-ranking angels might possess it.

Even the highest-ranking angels lack intellect.

So he was disappointed, and he decided to destroy these things.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

Since these angels have no so-called leader and seem to be controlled by a program, there must be software or some kind of central control system in this space that controls these angels.

just now.

Judging from the nervous expressions of these angels sitting in the palace, the answer seems obvious.

The thing that controls these angels and brainwashes them must exist inside that palace.

"In that case."

Makoto Haramura's lips curled up slightly, as if he had thought of something.

"Let me see what's controlling these guys."

Chapter 284 Fujisaka Fuyuka

The angel's ring formed a sturdy barrier, blocking the way in front of the magnificent palace.

The white horse, wreathed in flames, transformed into a powerful shockwave, continuously ramming against the golden barrier.

The terrifying energy waves spread outwards from the epicenter of the impact like ocean waves.

The angels let out a piercing scream.

The pure white wings were like those of Icarus in mythology, who ran towards the sun. The feathers fell and melted in the blazing heat of the sun.

"Let me see."

What is it that you want to protect?

Makoto Haramura grinned, and his entire body transformed into a streak of light, rushing into the magnificent golden hall amidst the angels' bloodshot eyes.

White holy light, magnificent paintings, eight white jade pillars reaching all the way to the roof, and in the very center of the room is a building that resembles an altar.

At the very center of that building, a white ball of light was floating inside.

It was a divine aggregate.

An extremely high concentration of divine energy aggregate.

"This is it. It seems I've found it."

Without hesitation or any second thought, Haramura Makoto instantly appeared on the altar and reached out to grab the ball of light.

"Wow——!"

The trembling sound effect rebounded, and the intense white light instantly filled Haramura Makoto's vision.

A massive influx of information and energy flooded into Makoto Haramura's mind almost simultaneously.

But the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

……

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of explosions continued, with the extreme energies of light and heat constantly surging within them.

But no matter how you look at it, these angels are already at their last gasp.

The simplest way to tell is by the number of angels. Just now there were four angels, but now only one is left, struggling to hold on.

Moreover, this was no ordinary struggle; the pure white feathers on her wings had all fallen off, making her look exactly like a plucked chicken, completely devoid of the beauty she had when she first appeared.

Makoto Haramura held back.