Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Its outer walls are over ten meters high, a height that is far beyond what humans can climb.

On this very wall, monks dressed in monastic robes stood guard with tense faces.

They didn't give off the impression of being sacred clergy in a church at all; they were more like soldiers guarding the city walls.

Everyone was meticulous, exuding a chilling aura.

It is obvious that this group of people are no good.

That's right, these people are the magic troops belonging to the Roman Catholic Church, but their original duty is not to guard. Their duty is to eliminate all people and things that can threaten the Roman Catholic Church.

Each of them is capable of reaching at least the level of an intermediate-level mage.

Such a force could easily annihilate even a heavy armored division.

The total number was 333, fully committed to the battle. Apart from the Russian Cult and the Anglican Church, no magical force could withstand them.

Inside this papal palace, a man stood in the very center of the church.

He was a man in a loose green suit, with sunken cheeks, a thin build, a short stature, and pale skin; he appeared to be around thirty-five or thirty-six years old.

The man's green tuxedo was embroidered with a cross, and he was dressed somewhat like a priest, clearly a follower of the Roman Catholic Church.

At the same time, he held an extremely high position.

It's quite simple. Not only is everyone else on guard duty, but he's also here because, unlike other clergy, he doesn't pray devoutly to the image of Christ. Instead, he sits rather frivolously in what looks like a Sunday church, drinking heavily.

at this time.

"Let's reduce the number a little, otherwise there will be too many people, won't there?"

As that flippant voice rang out, a crescent moon of blood suddenly streaked across the sky, shattering the atmosphere and cutting through space, hurtling toward the green-robed man at an astonishing speed.

"puff!"

The sound of bricks being cut reached their ears first. Despite the danger, the green-robed man reacted quickly, throwing the wine jug in his hand and striking the sacred statue with a palm strike.

The recoil propelled him high into the air.

The sound of shattering rang out continuously.

It wasn't just the sound of walls being cut, but also the sound of pillars being cut, the sound of rubble falling, the sound of flesh being torn apart, and the sound of people wailing.

"About half of the people are still left."

Emerging from the smoke, it was clear that the man was not entirely satisfied with the results he had just achieved.

"I should have known better than to control my power."

"Are they alright?"

Now, it's another man's voice that's ringing out.

The man's voice clearly carried worry, and his worry was directed at the mage who had just been affected by the attack.

"It's alright, I've got the angle right. If I use magic, as long as I don't waste too much time, I can keep up."

"Moreover, if you don't kill more and injure more, no matter what you do, you won't be able to stop a mage army."

"Senior."

"Sometimes kindness is necessary, but sometimes kindness is something that must be given up."

Makoto Haramura patiently explained the story to Touma Kamijou.

He admired good people like Touma Kamijou, a man who would never fight with the intention of killing his enemies, no matter how many evil deeds they committed.

However, it was precisely because of this that Touma Kamijou left himself with many hidden dangers.

"Gowa, take Kamijou-senpai to handle this."

"I understand, senior."

"I will try my best."

A clear, crisp voice came from within the smoke. She grabbed Touma Kamijou's hand and left in the opposite direction.

Not bad.

Makoto Haramura now appreciates Itsuki even more.

Keep kindness in your heart, and while maintaining kindness, know how to make choices and what is the right thing to do.

Blocking a force of 333 mages was something that even the two of them couldn't accomplish, let alone the task at hand.

Even if the entire Amakusa-style Cross Cult came, it would probably be difficult to achieve this. If their female pope came, it would be equally impossible to end the battle without using any killing moves and without killing a single person.

Therefore, she understood perfectly.

Makoto Haramura's decision was the optimal solution.

If some people are wounded, then some people must be set aside to care for and heal the wounded, leaving no more than twenty people remaining.

This number is a bit tight for just the two of them, but even with Touma's right hand, which can dispel any magic, there is still room for maneuver.

What I should do now is to give this man space to fight the Right Seat of God.

"It seems an uninvited guest has arrived."

The man in the green suit descended from the sky, his gaze toward Makoto Haramura filled with contempt.

"Academy City's actions are much faster than I imagined."

This middle-aged white man, who looked rather thin, walked towards Makoto Haramura without any restraint, his face displaying a blatant and mocking smile.

"They just barged in so brazenly, instead of sneaking in more cautiously."

"By hiding from my sight like this, you might still have a sliver of a chance of winning."

This man spoke these words in a completely condescending manner.

"How amusing. There's a limit to arrogance, isn't there? Do you think I need to avoid your gaze?"

Faced with the other party's mockery, Makoto Haramura responded casually with an indifferent attitude.

"You don't actually think I need to hide from you to do anything, do you?"

"You really think highly of yourself."

Makoto Haramura's words were quite impolite. If the other party's words were merely expressing arrogance, then Makoto Haramura's words revealed a complete contempt for him.

The middle-aged man's smile remained unchanged, but the intensity of his smile diminished considerably.

"He's nothing but a heretical monkey, though he's quite good with words."

As he spoke, his gaze turned to disgust.

"I've heard of you. You seem to be a space ability user from Academy City, and I think you're one of the highest-level ability users."

"It seems that the praise from the scientific side has made you complacent about your abilities."

Haramura Makoto completely ignored the man's accusations, which were laced with obvious disgust.

"Let's go to the left."

Makoto Haramura casually looked at the man in front of him, his hands in his pockets.

Determining the identity of the man in front of you is not difficult.

There are four Right Hands of God in the entire Roman Orthodox Church.

Fire on the right.

The wind ahead.

The water behind.

The land to the left.

Just a few days ago, the Wind Vanguard attacked Academy City, and it was Touma Kamijou, who was right beside him, who repelled the Wind Vanguard.

The fire on the right is a red-haired man, while the water behind him is said to be a mercenary with a rather muscular build.

So this area is probably on the left.

"Speaking of which, isn't the doctrine of your Lord supposed to be equality for all? But you believers don't uphold this concept at all. I haven't seen you do a single good deed. All I've seen is you constantly committing all sorts of killings in order to eliminate those who disagree with you."

"Not to mention ordinary, unrelated civilians, even Amakusa-shiki, who is also a Catholic, you will not hesitate to kill him."

Haramura Makoto looked at the land to his left with nothing but disdain and indifference in his eyes.

"If you say this is your faith, then it's not incomprehensible that you bunch of idiots exist."

They're all **.

The fact that the Roman Catholic Church did not hesitate to launch a world war and incite riots in order to consolidate its position shows that their true nature has been fully exposed.

To put it bluntly, these guys are a bunch of idiots.

Relying on being the largest branch of the world's largest religion, they act with an extremely domineering style, as if they were the masters of all life in the world. They try their best to eliminate anything that is displeasing or fearful, and they are full of the original sin of arrogance.

"Don't make such disgusting jokes at me."

The person on the left seemed to have heard a huge joke, their face only showing a deep sneer.

"Of course, all humans are equal, but heretics are not considered human."

"It's a monkey."

"Tell me why monkeys are equal to humans."

The man on the left laughed loudly, his face contorted, his arrogant and twisted smile making him appear incredibly ugly.

Ultimately, the only people in this world who can be called human are the followers of the Roman Catholic Church.

"Whether it's the British Puritans or the Russian Protestant Church, they have no value as 'human beings' at all, let alone those monkeys who worship science."

The man on the left had a ferocious expression on his face.

"Since they are no longer human, they are no different from pigs and sheep. They are just livestock. Just like how humans treat livestock, livestock are kept in pens and slaughtered in batches every day. When have you ever seen humans care about the death of livestock?"

Makoto Haramura's eyes closed slightly.

"You're really narrow-minded."

This man did not deny the doctrines of Catholicism, and he also agreed with the ideas in the Bible, believing that all people are equal.

However, he has his own way of judging the distinctions between humans.

Treating the vast majority of people as livestock is the greatest evil.

"What twisted arrogance!"

Makoto Haramura curled his lip, then his face revealed undisguised disgust.

"This is indeed the true nature of the Roman Catholic Church. It seems we shouldn't have held back at all."

In Makoto Haramura's view, death has meaning.

He personally disliked killing, but the amount of killing he caused was never small; the number of humans who died because of him has long exceeded four figures.

Just like in the world of Strike the Blood, he killed more than a thousand humans in his battle to rule Japan, plus a large number of other humans he was involved with.

But these people's sacrifices were all justified.

The humans caught up in it were helpless, and in many cases he had no time to care about their lives.

The killing of those high-ranking Japanese government officials was also meaningful, because they had to die in order to maintain the dignity of the True Ancestor and save more lives.

But for this man, sacrifice was meaningless.

His so-called sacrifice has no meaning to the world; it is merely a way to satisfy his own selfish desires.

It's hard to imagine that any believers taught by the doctrines of the Roman Catholic Church would be normal human beings.

It is likely that their minds have long been distorted by this twisted doctrine.

There's no point in trying to save these fanatical believers; they're all unstable elements.

"I guess I'll just kill you like this after all."

"To hold back against you would be an insult to my character."

With his hands out of his pockets, Makoto Haramura coldly stared at the Right Seat of God in front of him.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, a blood-red demonic sword appeared in his hand.