"Haha...just wait and see." The young man pursed his lips and showed an indifferent smile. The Vatican Cathedral is still colorful. With a burst of light, the Right Seat of God, which had reappeared in reality, appeared next to the fountain again. The expressions of the several people were different. Some are happy, some are puzzled, some seem to have gotten over their worries, and some... His expression was complicated. "You've lost, completely lost, Right." This was the evaluation from Zuo Fangdi, the only honest man at the scene who dared to talk to him like this. The man who looked rebellious but was praised as a handsome man by the editing and commenting community grinned, his face, which was covered with white powder and full of incongruity, was filled with unstable emotions: "In this case, what should we do..." How to do it? "What do you mean?" Hou Fang Zhi Shui seemed to have guessed what this guy was thinking already, and he frowned and looked over.

The Wind Ahead responded with a quick and clever reply: "Huh? Are you an idiot? Of course, I'm talking about whether we should find a way to defeat that brat before the clip is completely aired!?" This sentence clearly matched Zuo Fangzhi's thoughts. He nodded and smiled even more: "Yes, that's what I think... Although it seems that we have no chance, the rabbit still has the final ruthlessness to fight the eagle. If we do nothing, we will eventually be defeated without any reason, right?" "So you want to kill him?" Hou Fang Zhi Shui asked casually, but his frown seemed to contain some suppressed emotions. Zuo Fangzhi nodded again: "Of course, although the chances are slim, I still want to give it a try. Don't you think so? We have killed and plundered too many beings. If we really let that boy named Kamijou Touma who possesses that kind of thing become the king of the world, then we really won't have any chance to escape, right?" There was no hidden secret in these words, but they simply expressed his thoughts directly and openly. After all, Zuo Fangdi was still very wary of the existence of someone who dared to kill his fellow disciple on the spot in the edited video. But this vigilance and caution were thrown out of the mind after just a few seconds of thought. Because in this Right Seat of God, this gentleman knight is the real outlier. I think the other two are people who are similar to me and are equal to me. After thinking about this, the green-haired handsome god taller his body. He originally looked like a thin bamboo pole, but now he looked more like a bamboo caterpillar. only... There are too many existences of killing and plundering? The old Pope who had been listening for a long time couldn't help but shook his head after hearing the reason why Zuo Fangzhi would rather die than do something stupid. He felt unfortunate for this man whose personality and character were as wild as his conduct... Obviously, as the Right Seat of God, he should not lack wisdom, but Zuo Fangzhi would throw these things behind his mind at many particularly critical moments. Didn't he notice? For some reason, Qian Fang Zhi Feng, who always shouted for fighting and killing, did not say anything like killing the opponent, but just used a sentence like "knock down" which could be called "just a little bit". And the water behind. After watching the clip. The old Pope found that this mature and dignified man was the most reliable person in the Right Seat of God. As for the idea of ​​fire in the rear...

For the time being, they didn't want to investigate further. Because the clip has been restarted Just... the content played - A trembling red-haired man crawled out of the escape capsule in the ice and snow, and looked like he was about to die. When the audience saw this, they couldn't help but start talking a lot, roughly reacting to why the scene of the protagonists shifted to the villain's perspective. and-- Seeing this scene, Qian Qianzhifeng couldn't help but talk nonsense. "Strange, why is it not that guy's perspective, but yours... Are you the real protagonist?" However, it is rare that——) This time, Right Fire did not respond or warn his colleague not to overstep his authority. He just stared blankly at the video screen. His instinct told him that he would shift the perspective to himself, who had nothing to do with the protagonist. I'm afraid something very dangerous is about to happen... ..... In the edited video, the first-person perspective has changed. The boy who was determined to save the girl changed into a boy who wanted to save the world. The loser who was saved by his enemies. The Fire on the Right opened the iron door from the inside with trembling hands. The severe pain all over his body made him unable to stand up. He had no choice but to roll out of the escape pod. A low mountain top. The "Star of Bethlehem" that he had made with his own hands no longer existed. The color of the sky had returned to its original state. The sound of the continuous bombardment around him could no longer be heard. It was a silent white. Looking at the scenery of Russia that spread out outside the escape pod, Yufang silently came to the answer. All is over. What will happen to the world next, Youfang doesn't know. At that point in time, he did choose the best option. Now that he has given up on it, the world should be on a downward slope. Where it will fall, or whether it will deviate from the line and enter another track during the downward slide, all of this is unpredictable. The man said, live on in this world. That man showed this by giving his only chance of survival to someone else. Then, let’s confirm it. The last words still lingered in his ears. Therefore, Youfang did not bury himself deep in the snow, but continued to roll on the ground even if he was aimless. Needless to say, the road ahead will be very difficult. He will be driven away as a great sinner who caused chaos in the world and provoked war. Neither the Roman Orthodox Church nor the Russian Orthodox Church will help. "God's Right Seat" no longer exists. The remote control spirit suit of the Index of Forbidden Books no longer exists. Even if Youfang has a special power in his hand, it will eventually run out when fighting against the endless enemies under restrictions. In the world of the victor, the fire of Youfang will be wiped out as the only remaining stain. Life on the run would be so hard that it would be like peeling off a layer of skin.

In such a quagmire, I probably wouldn't be able to see what the man mentioned. "..." However, for some reason, Youfang Zhihuo was not so easy to abandon the possibility of others risking their lives to survive. At that time, the man did see something that Youfang could not see. Giving up without knowing what it was made Youfang hesitate. As for the future, let’s take it one step at a time. Thinking of this, Youfang, who had lost everything, slowly stood up again with his feet, and took a shaky step forward. At this time. Boom! ! Suddenly, the right hand was chopped off at the shoulder. It was a blow that he could not even feel the activation of magic or the precursor to its activation. The attack from behind his right side mercilessly cut his limbs. His right hand. The symbol of his power. Without it, the Right Fire screamed on the white snow covered with blood. Press the wound with one hand and turn your head to the right. A strange magician. Silver hair that reaches the waist. A straight face that cannot reveal any expression. In this severe cold, wearing only surgical gowns. A strange atmosphere of men and women, adults and children, saints and sinners all gathered in one. know. The Fire of the Right knows this magician. Do not-- He wasn't the only one who knew. The whole world knows it. Because when this face appeared in everyone's sight again and was reflected in the screen through video editing. The whole world...the entire plane of Magical Index. Everyone who has anything to do with magic has experienced varying degrees of emotion. Chapter 141. Just the Level of Christianity A head of silver hair. Appeared in front of everyone's eyes. In the snowy Russian region. In the clip, a strange figure appeared from the audience's perspective, dressed in strange clothes. This was probably an experience that Right Fire had never imagined. Although purely from an editing perspective. However, the audience could also see the surprise and pain from his face.

In a blink of an eye. moment. But it is only a fleeting moment. however-- When he came back to his senses. Intense pain started from the top of my head. What that feels like. I'm afraid it has been since the birth of the life of Right Fire. He had never felt such humiliation and pain. Was it a despicable sneak attack? No...there has never been any such thing as meanness in the path of magic. After all, this is a cruel war. And the fire on his right was the culprit. I am destined to be judged and flee to various places in exile; Even before he was forced to embrace life again, he had made the generous decision to die with his Star of Bethlehem. but... Now he has to live on, because no one wants to die. What's more important is—— That strange guy who was obviously abused by me. Even when faced with a life-and-death decision, he resolutely chose to let himself go. so... He can't die yet... But this awareness is still not enough to offset the pain of having his arm cut off. He, who was usually calm and composed, had already turned pale. He groaned in pain and frowned as he covered his broken arm. The bright red flowers scattered on the ice field are particularly gorgeous. He endured the pain and looked up at the man in front of him. He was not very familiar with this face, but with the repelling pressure like a deep black hole, his extremely high intelligence and the knowledge he had already learned from books and texts, he already knew who the person in front of him was. That indifferent look that seems to ignore the world. Silver waist-length hair and a cold face.

And the ability to cut off one's right hand without giving him any chance to react. "Aleister...Crowley." Based on his own understanding, he directly said such a name. As the snow drifted past his eyes, a chill penetrated his spine, as if it was an appreciation for his courage to utter the name of this obscure and taboo. Academy City's chairman, Aleister... In the eyes of the people in Academy City, this is the unfathomable chairman of Academy City, a high-end social elite who never appears in front of everyone.