I'm a magnetic field madman

"So I thought, maybe we can fight fire with fire, and use the Magnetic Field Martial God... to deal with the Magnetic Field Martial God!"

As he spoke, Marisbury revealed his right hand, on the back of which was a bright red holy mark...

He said with a smile

"I went to Fuyuki City, and although it was difficult, I obtained a Master position that I didn't deserve. And now, I want you all to witness it with me."

"To summon these earthly gods...the beginning."

Tefum's expression shifted slightly; he even considered killing Marisbury right there on the spot—

After all, they already have enough troubles. If another ancestor comes along, how will they survive?

But this idea was quickly suppressed. Marisbury was actually right... Given such an opportunity, why shouldn't they try fighting fire with fire?

The only way to deal with those gods on earth is to let them do it themselves; they do need their own "Magnetic Field God of War".

Seeing that no one objected, Marisbury decisively prepared for the summoning ceremony on the spot.

He skillfully and swiftly drew the summoning circle, then immediately chanted the summoning incantation—

But before he could utter a single syllable, the summoning circle in front of him suddenly burst into light... It was less like a summoning and more like the other end of the magic circle impatiently shoving something over his shoulder!

Then, right in front of them, a figure appeared in the summoning circle.

Her long, jet-black hair was styled in a slicked-back manner, cascading down her back like a wild and unrestrained lion.

A light green vest, dark red trousers, and a sky-blue cape draped over his back—these were arguably terrible clothes, yet on this two-meter-tall man, they exuded an extraordinary aura!

His gaze was deep, and his heroic face revealed an indescribable, unrestrained evil. When his gaze swept across the entire area... an indescribable pressure, as if it were a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, rolled in.

"Very well, it seems you are my so-called Masters." He chuckled softly, a slight smirk playing on his lips...

“Tell me your name, and I will tell you my name.”

“My name is Marisbury, Your Excellency the War God. I am the one who summoned you.” Marisbury bowed deeply. Clearly, although he had summoned the other party, Animusphia, well aware of her own status, kept a very humble posture.

"Very well, from today onwards you will serve me." The man laughed.

My name is—

38. King of Pain

Sakura listlessly fiddled with the golden music box in front of her, pressed her small face against the cold, hard wooden table, looked at the stack of books piled up beside her, and let out a long sigh.

She is no longer on the moon, nor in Moscow; instead, she is in a place she never thought she would return to.

I am at my home in Fuyuki City.

After nearly a year away, she returned to the room she had longed for, but unfortunately, the feeling of wanting to return to this place of belonging was completely gone.

It's probably because my family members have all changed.

On the day he was brought back, under the guidance of his sister, the Celestial Venerable, Uncle Kariya and his father got into a fierce fight. His father, who was unable to use magic, was pinned to the ground and beaten severely by Uncle Kariya, who had been training him for several months.

While beating his father, Uncle Kariya angrily told him the sordid truth about the Matou family... and what kind of hell he had sent his daughter to.

The father was quite shocked—given his usual calm, elegant, and composed demeanor, he could be considered shocked.

He genuinely seemed unaware that the Matou family's magic had degenerated to such a low level...

It seems that the Matou family's magic is traditional water magic and gorgeous butterfly magic.

After receiving an admission that he was unwilling to accept, his father apologized to him.

He truly had no idea that the Matou family had fallen to such a state...

Zouken Matou, this old man, had become such a wretched being, driven mad by his obsession with immortality, that he only gave his daughter away to the Matou family for the sake of her future.

Although it is still a cruel act to a young child... Tokiomi Tohsaka can assure you that his actions were absolutely out of a father's "love".

What parent wouldn't want their child to succeed?

Moreover, this is especially true for Sakura, who possesses exceptional talent.

The idea of ​​adopting a child in the hope that she will achieve something in the future, rather than wanting her talent to be wasted and she to become mediocre, can never be called evil.

Under the power of the Celestial Venerable, Sakura, who could sense her father's thoughts, clearly understood his ideas...

He never really wanted to abandon me or stop loving me. In fact, it was precisely because of this love, which seemed awkward to ordinary people, that he chose to adopt me.

Therefore, Sakura forgave her father.

Even though she had repeated words of hatred in her heart and dreams countless times before today, and repeatedly said that she was unwilling to forgive her parents and even her sister... when faced with her father's sincere reconciliation, she still chose to forgive.

After all, they are father and daughter; how could the bond of blood be so easily severed?

So Sakura returned to her home.

The Celestial Venerable Sister left me because she wanted to be with the person she loved, someone who was serious and somewhat intimidating...

But the unexpected turned out to be like a good guy, Uncle Storm, doing something big.

Those of them who are going to do important things certainly wouldn't find it convenient to bring their own.

Even his Command Seals were temporarily transferred by Uncle Kariya using a magical artifact from the Matou family called "The Book of False Servants." He and Waver each received one, and he chose to join Waver in following the Celestial and the Gale to complete their great task.

It's impossible for Sakura not to feel lost after being separated from her "family" with whom she had lived for more than half a year.

However, she could understand the Celestial Venerable's choice; on her battlefield, her own existence would be an absolute burden.

Sakura is a child who has endured hardship, and for a girl whose mind is not yet mature, the only good thing about enduring hardship is probably that she has developed a precocious mentality.

She wouldn't act like a spoiled, unreasonable child anymore; Sakura calmly accepted everything... calmly returned to her home, calmly returned to her past life—

It wasn't exactly peaceful, really.

The world war has begun, and although the flames of war have not yet reached this place, Sakura can still clearly feel the changes around her.

My father was always busy with family matters, and my mother always looked worried. Even my older sister tried her best to act like an adult.

Sakura isn't stupid. Even if she just watches TV, she knows what happened. The Red Bear chose to start a world war, dragging the whole world into the flames of war, and turning Europe into hell. She knows all of these things!

Even if it's just a guess, she knows who really caused all of this.

The elder sister, the Celestial Venerable, who rescued her from hell, and the one she loved, the Gale Martial God.

Undoubtedly, the mastermind behind all of this was the serious and meticulous Gale God of War... After spending several months together, Sakura realized that this Gale God of War, who seemed to be very kind to his own people, was definitely not a good person in the conventional sense.

On the contrary, he is the kind of person who will stop at nothing to achieve a certain goal.

They might be extremely kind to their own people, but they won't care about outsiders if it involves their own purposes.

As someone who was under the care of Kuangfeng, Sakura couldn't use her naive moral compass to judge Kuangfeng's good and bad.

She has no right to judge someone who instigated a world war and indirectly caused the deaths of millions, and someone who had a reliable elder who protected her.

As for the Celestial Venerable... Sakura knew that she must be a kind and good person, but like the flaws of a raging storm.

While she is a good person, she also has the flaw of unconditionally accommodating those she loves. And just as the raging wind has chosen to do evil, she will unconditionally follow it.

Sakura's jumbled thoughts prevented her from noticing the door opening behind her, and the next moment, she heard her older sister's voice, which could mimic an adult's...

"Sakura, you're spacing out here again!"

She looked up and saw her older sister standing with her hands on her hips, looking at her with displeasure... Her sister's face, just as cute as hers, was trying hard to imitate her father's charm, but she just looked even cuter.

Sakura's eyes darted around slightly. She suddenly wanted to tease her older sister, so she smiled and took a book from her lap...

"Sister, I'm learning—but not the magic of the Tohsaka family."

As she spoke, she handed the book to Rin Tohsaka, saying in a seductive tone...

"This is a teaching book left to me by the Celestial Venerable Sister. It records her 'magic tricks.' She said that even someone with no talent can learn something from someone who puts in the effort."

"Hmph, Sakura, you should at least have some of the Tohsaka family's awareness..."

Rin Tohsaka grumbled about her younger sister's refusal to learn the Tohsaka family's magic, while glancing over in the direction of the magic...

Even though she didn't say it, after seeing her father, whom she once thought was the strongest, get beaten up by a beautiful older sister, she was naturally curious about what the other girl was studying.

The book had six Chinese characters written on it, and with Rin Tohsaka's knowledge, she quickly deciphered what was written on it.

"Ultimate...Boundless...Divine...Power..."

……

When anger and tyranny dominate your thoughts, no matter what justice you act for, you still have the potential to fall into the devil.

Jesus Christ knew this well, and especially for a powerful being like Him, anger and violent emotions under His power would almost inevitably lead to more serious consequences.

But sometimes, even with the possibility of becoming the devil, there are things that must be done. At this very moment, Jesus Christ, hurtling towards Moscow at a speed that seemed to tear through space, chose to be controlled by this devilish feeling!

Even if it means becoming a devil, we must stop this disaster, instigated by ambitious people, from continuing!

In just a few minutes, he had flown from Italy to the skies over Moscow.

His emotions surged wildly, and his power rose and fell with the tide of his anger, reaching a staggering 490,000 horsepower at this very moment!

Upon reaching the skies over Moscow, he was almost instantly detected and captured by air defense systems and radar...

Jesus Christ, realizing that his current actions and attitude were tantamount to making an irrational choice, no longer cared about any of it.

"Get out here!!"

The furious roar, like a giant bomb exploding in the sky, reverberated throughout Moscow, its ear-piercing explosion mixed with the boundless rage of Jesus Christ.

That devil, the devil who instigated a world war and killed countless people, is no ordinary evil person. Even if my actions might harm innocent people, I absolutely cannot let him escape this time!

The angry roar reverberated in the hearts of everyone in the city... and even though they might not understand the meaning of the language, the anger within it filled them with immense fear.

"Wow!! It's an air raid, an air raid by the Bald Eagles!!"

"Shoot him down! Aim at him and shoot him down!!"

As the panicked cacophony easily reached Jesus Christ's ears, countless anti-aircraft missiles locked onto him and were unleashed in an instant. Faced with the dense barrage of missiles trailing plumes of fire, Jesus Christ let out a roar...

"Eat!"

His roar, the spreading sound waves and power easily shattered all the approaching attacks. Damn it, the angry Holy Son didn't even want to maintain a semblance of holiness at this moment!

His roar did not force out his enemies, and Jesus Christ, who knew the despicable nature of those who were manipulating everything behind the scenes, simply spread his hands coldly...

If he doesn't come out, then force him to come out!

However, he wouldn't be completely overwhelmed by that demonic feeling, and he would simply destroy the entire city to achieve this!

But Jesus Christ, as the Son of God, has his own way of doing things!

The feeling of being a devil is a bad thing, but if necessary, he wouldn't mind transforming into a devil once!

"Two hundred and fifty thousand bolts of Painful Power!!"

The crown of thorns on Jesus Christ's head gradually tightened, and the sharp thorns slowly pierced his forehead. With the dripping blood, a powerful "pain force" was simultaneously generated.

But in the past, it was always the Son who voluntarily bore the suffering of others... But this time it was different. Jesus Christ, who had already felt and mastered countless pains, now had a way to release this power.

The release of the power of pain, just as its name suggests, is to make people feel "pain"! And this pain is not only physical, but also spiritual... Even people with painlessness can feel excruciating pain!

The area covered was the entire Moscow region; the power of 250,000 horses was enough to cause Jesus Christ pain exceeding level seven!

For a person, it was like the pain of having their body cut with a knife... and so the entire city cried out in agony.

But that wasn't enough—Jesus Christ amplified his perception and could not sense much difference in these spirits that were fluctuating with pain.

After all, there are quite a few people in this world who can endure pain, and even sudden pain of unknown origin can be easily endured by tough guys.

Jesus Christ remained expressionless, yet without hesitation, he continued to increase the power... and when it reached 350,000 horsepower, the entire city was experiencing pain exceeding level 10!

"Ouch!! What happened? That hurts so much!!"

"My stomach, my body, what's going on?!"

"My little Dudu, my little Dudu hurts so much!!"

It was as if the entire city was enduring the excruciating pain of chemotherapy, with its bodies bombarded and its lower bodies kicked repeatedly. The cries of anguish escalated into wails, and the entire city was engulfed in an ocean of suffering... And all of this was created as if it were hell, and the one who caused it all—Jesus Christ—was Satan!

The feeling of the devil will prompt him to do devilish things.

But sometimes such behavior is necessary, because what this world has no shortage of are despicable people who do not accept kindness and do not understand compassion!

Jesus Christ's face was contorted with rage, his teeth clenched, for he did not want to inflict unnecessary suffering on innocent people.

But these are all necessary, and must be done!

Increase the effort!!