Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

However, she is very different now than before.

Her pupils were very abnormal; they had an inorganic look, as if she had completely lost her own will and become a puppet being controlled.

As for the one being dragged along by the man in red.

That's right!

—William Orwell.

Known as the "Water of the Rear," he was an incredibly powerful man who silently protected the nation of Britain.

"Well."

A low, painful groan escaped William's lips.

Upon closer inspection, William's entire body was covered in wounds, and could even be described as tattered and battered.

That water behind the throne, which possessed the power of a saint, a holy mother, a magician, and the right seat of God, and was capable of crushing ordinary saints, has now become such a miserable state.

The man then used his other hand to support William, his face completely unconcerned.

"It seems you know this traitor who attacks people without saying a word the moment he sees their face. In that case, please take him back."

With that, the man threw William out like trash.

"Boom..."

With a dull thud, William's tall body rolled to the ground, tearing open his wounds and causing blood to seep out.

Houfang Zhishui tried to struggle to stand up, but her injuries were too severe and she failed.

Just as I expected.

He knew that Fang Zhishui's character meant he wouldn't just stand by and watch during the final battle; he would definitely contribute his strength to protect the country.

The reason he didn't come was quite simple.

He has encountered an even stronger opponent, whom he must defeat for the sake of the country.

"Well done, Fire on the Right."

The last of the Right Seat of God, the strongest in the Roman Catholic Church, and the culprit who caused the current chaos in the world, now appears before Makoto Haramura.

"Where's Imagine Breaker?"

"This is what you really want, isn't it?"

"Oh!"

The right-hand fire narrowed its eyes into a thin slit, emanating endless malice from its body.

"So you guessed my real purpose?"

"However, since you already guessed it, it's really arrogant to let me move freely."

"You're even more arrogant than me."

The fire on the right was laughing wildly.

Malicious laughter pierced through the clouds, echoing wildly throughout the space.

"In that case, I'm getting more and more excited for the final performance."

The laughter from the right-hand fire abruptly stopped.

His manic state seemed to gradually calm down.

"Since that's the case, we've found what we were looking for and the show is over. Although it was so exciting that I couldn't help but come out and say hello, now that I've said hello, it's time for me to leave."

The current state of Britain is a result of the Rear Waters' actions in order to obtain Imagine Breaker and Index.

Now that everything is already in his hands, he naturally doesn't need to stay here any longer.

The reason he made a special trip to see Haramura Makoto was simply because he had become interested in him.

After all, someone who could defeat Katina on their own was already worthy of his attention.

Such a person is worth meeting.

"Are you in a hurry to go back and use Imagine Breaker to stabilize your abilities?!"

Makoto Haramura let out a cold murmur.

What makes you think I'd just let you go back like that?

"No matter how you look at it, it's easier to deal with you here right now."

Killing intent and magical power rippled simultaneously from Makoto Haramura's body.

This was an extremely terrifying killing intent, a terrifying magical power as vast as the universe.

Ordinary people would probably lose their will to survive in this kind of atmosphere.

However, the fire on the right simply turned its head back with extreme calm.

I advise you not to.

"Although my abilities are not yet fully developed, I think the ammunition I have stored is enough to deal with you."

"and."

"...Warning...Buzz...Chapter 4, Section 8. Confirmed...Long-distance...User's connection. Click...Permission granted...Work...Obstruction present...Initiating automatic elimination of danger factors..."

The girl's inorganic eyes began to move slightly, and her small lips moved rapidly.

"Analyze... eliminate mission objectives... reverse the enemy's spell..."

Chapter 403 Fire on the Right

"Well then, bye-bye."

Without stopping, he left behind this statement and departed.

It's not that he doesn't need to guard against Makoto Haramura's attacks, but rather that he already has someone who can help him block them.

"Analyze... Eliminate mission objectives... Reverse calculation of the adversary's spell..."

"Om-"

In the blink of an eye, a very exquisite magic circle, about two meters high, composed of various geometric patterns, unfolded directly in front of her.

Countless dazzling white lights appeared directly in the magic circle and continued to spread outwards until they formed a blinding, intense beam of light, as powerful as a laser cannon.

"Boom——!"

Without any hesitation, Index finished chanting and the beam of magic detached from the magic circle, heading straight for Makoto Haramura.

"Ah."

"Not bad, it certainly has the power that the Index of Forbidden Books should have. No wonder so many people want you."

The scale of this magic has surpassed that of a normal magician. Even a city would be destroyed in an instant if it were caught off guard by this attack.

"Well, we can catch up now, but we should just take one of them back for now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Makoto Haramura extended his hand.

"boom!"

The next instant, the terrifying white light crashed directly into the barrier released by Makoto Haramura.

The street was instantly illuminated by an incredibly dazzling light, enveloping the surrounding area for several kilometers in white light.

"Click."

A crisp sound rang out, like glass being shattered. The white magic cannon, which was locked in a stalemate with the barrier released by Haramura Makoto, was directly crushed by Haramura Makoto.

"...In order to protect the 103,000 grimoires, we will prioritize repelling the invaders, begin analyzing magical formulas, constructing specific spells... and begin activating the specific spell, St. George's Domain..."

The magical patterns in Index's eyes magnified instantly, forming a geometric pattern about two meters in diameter, composed of various shapes.

In an instant, the space in front of her cracked along these patterns, giving the space a sense of fragmentation.

"Power at the level of a pseudo-demon god."

Makoto Haramura frowned and made a judgment immediately.

That's right, it's pseudo-demon god level power. Right now, Index's magical power and her application of magic are on par with Orles.

If we had to pinpoint a difference, we could only say that Index's application of magic spells is not as flexible.

Everything is just formulaic and rigidly applied, so in terms of actual strength, it can't compare to Orles. But don't misunderstand, the power of their attacks is absolutely equal.

Immediately, a misty white light burst forth from the cracked space, quickly gathering into a beam of white light a foot wide, ignoring everything else, and shooting towards Makoto Haramura.

—The Sigh of the Dragon King in the Realm of St. George.

This is a spell with terrifying power for a single target; its power can be glimpsed from its very name.

This strike possessed the power to kill a dragon.

A blow capable of killing a dragon outright is not as weak as one might imagine.

Although dragons are extinct in this world, there is nothing that can be clearly compared to them.

However, in any world, dragons are always the race at the pinnacle of the world, the most powerful beings.

Just like the pure-blooded dragon species of the Little Garden, which is one of the three strongest species, it is an existence that stands at the pinnacle of the Little Garden from birth.

Therefore, no matter what, the power of this move should not be underestimated.

"It really is."

A crescent-shaped, blood-red sword aura shot straight into the sky, its unparalleled sharpness colliding directly with the Dragon King's sigh.

However, the stalemate lasted for less than two seconds before Index's attack was thwarted by the crimson sword energy.

No, it shouldn't be called disintegration.

More accurately, it was split in half.

"Chapter 17, Section 33: Confirm that the enemy will engage in close combat. Counter with the Sword of the God of Abundance. Execute immediately."

Boom! Three orbs of light appeared around Index, and then they condensed into the shape of a lightsaber.

"Qiang——!"

Accompanied by a clear, crisp sword whistle.

The lightsaber blocked the oncoming white blade with a sizzling sound.

Frey is the Norse god of fertility, who is in charge of city defense, reproduction, and love. Frey's treasures are among his most precious possessions.

Not limited to Norse mythology, weapons that automatically float in the air and can reliably kill enemies have appeared in various mythologies around the world.

The Sword of Frey, the God of Abundance, is one of them. It also has another legend: when a wise person wields it, it will activate an automatic combat mode, bringing victory to its master.

Norse mythology is a religion in which both humans and gods are subject to death and defeat.

However, this sword Frey is unique in that, when it appears in Norse mythology, it is never described as being defeated.

The legend of invincibility.

Unparalleled destructive power.

The other two divine swords spun in the air, one aimed at Makoto Haramura's head and the other at his throat.

"So be it."

"If you keep causing trouble like this, I won't look good either."

At this critical moment, the color of Makoto Haramura's pupils suddenly changed, turning from jet black to purple.

The two swords of abundance came to a stop, about one millimeter away from Makoto Haramura.

At the same time, Index's pupil color also changed.

It turned into a deep purple color, exactly the same as Makoto Haramura's current pupil color.

"You've been watching it for a long time now, haven't you?"

"Aren't you coming out yet, you mother fox? It seems you want me to return the sword you owe me."

“No, no, no, no…”

Behind Makoto Haramura, in the ruins, a woman with long, golden hair that still reached her waist and was twirled back and forth, wearing a light pink nun's robe, ran out shaking her head.

Laura Stuart, the de facto supreme bishop of the English Puritan Church.