The fire did not hide the commotion at all, and the surroundings turned into a huge commotion as if they had been attacked by terrorists. An ambulance could be heard somewhere. I originally thought that someone had been murdered somewhere, but it seemed that the ambulance was approaching me. Even if you look around, there's no sign of any collapsed houses. Although the flying debris broke the glass of some houses, there seemed to be no casualties. Just as the Pope was smiling at the result, he realized that a dirty girl was looking at him in the alleys between the houses. It's dangerous here. Although I wanted to say this, I couldn't express myself well. ... He used his own strength, even if it meant risking everything, to protect the believers and the area outside the church.

In a place where no one knows, he is silently injured and yet acts like a hero. There was no answer that would guarantee victory, but it did try to save the lives of innocent people. "This old man is actually a pretty good guy." Even Garou, who aspires to become a monster, showed a bit of admiration and tenderness in the depths of his eyes when he saw this scene. “Being swept up by this group of God's Right Seat, in the end, he was still willing to be responsible for the lives of ordinary people. Even if he was like a fire moth that was about to burn out, he still blocked the storm before he was exhausted...” In the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, the usually cynical Gojo Satoru also restrained his inherent bad taste. At least at this moment, he expressed his respect for the old man who was powerless to resist God's Right Seat but in the end gained dignity in front of the audience in the heavens just by his stubbornness. "God's Right Seat... Right Fire..." Such a tragic scene, and the indifferent look of the villain before he left. No matter which one it was, it stimulated Kamijou Touma's emotions; And that's what really made Touma hostile. It was that bastard who mentioned Index.. The name of A Certain Magical Index was mentioned. At this moment, he understood why this guy was willing to go to such lengths to deal with Britain; Is it because from the information obtained from the other party, Index is still in the Puritan Church in England? No, this is not clear yet, but I will focus on consulting this idiot later. But even so.. "If one day, this bastard dares to approach me with such ulterior motives... no matter who he is, no matter what kind of miraculous power he possesses, I will use my right hand to completely crush his unfounded ambitions and fantasies!" The boy's voice is sonorous and powerful. The clenched fist turned white. However, when the Pope in front of the video saw this scene, his emotions did not change at all;. Helping those who need help and saving those who need to be saved is not only his duty, but also his best hope for all of this. They didn't want anyone else to get hurt, and they didn't want their magical affairs to affect these ordinary people who were simply unable to resist.

So even though the Fire of the Right was inside the church right now, and even though the playful look on the corner of his mouth had not subsided at all, the Pope still had enthusiasm in his heart. But...how can we stop the fire on the right? How to prevent this disaster that should not have happened? The Pope stared at the video screen from beginning to end, looking at his exhausted body with a look of delight on his face. In the screen.. Maybe it was because she was about to lose consciousness, but the girl seemed to be shouting something at the Pope. She didn't have bandages or disinfectant in her hands. However, for the Pope, who didn't like to rely too much on scientific power, perhaps the girl's behavior made him feel more grateful. Anyway, after encountering such great malice, he was very pleased to encounter such a small kindness. however-- "Ha, well, it was quite a scene." A new voice was heard. That was a very familiar voice—— The Pope raised his head, and there appeared a woman wrapped in yellow. The wind ahead. "The Pope who lost his reputation in order to save the lost lambs, and the little thoughts that are by his side, huh. Even so, do you still hate being chosen? The Pope of Rome who is elected." "……," The breath was slowly weakening, and the Pope tried to open his mouth. It was as if he was vomiting blood clots all the time, he said. "The target of the fire is Britain..." "Don't give me orders" The Wind in Front stuck out its tongue and simply interrupted him. "But, since everyone's goal is to kill that bastard, I will turn a blind eye." At this time, she deliberately paused. Is it that dirty girl who is now looking at me with a very hostile look? "That's a nice bit of malice." There was a faint smile in front. "And you're lucky too. If my original 'weapon' was still there, you would have died here." The sirens of an ambulance are approaching. The Wind in Front didn't say anything more after that, and his figure disappeared in the gap between the houses. So far..

The painting suddenly went dark. Amidst the uproar; The scene switches back to the main perspective of Kamijou Touma's warm and daily life; The audience's heated discussion has just begun... Chapter 91. The target location is the United Kingdom A narrative draws to a close. And a new paragraph is rising. The Fire of the Right appears. his goal. His ambition. And what he mentioned. Someone who is related to Kamijou Touma. Index. All of this shows his ambition. Likewise, it highlights the truth from the side. Raise doubts. There are three. First, the true appearance of this right arm Second, how strong is the fire on the right? Thirdly, if he did so, would it completely infuriate Kamijou Touma? The third article seems to be an inevitable incident. The first two are worthy of careful consideration. ......................................... "The right hand symbolizing the power of God, if released, will reveal its true power. According to what is described in this paragraph, it is probably such a terrifying thing." "Please, meow... This kind of terrifying enemy, from the very beginning, even his thoughts are filled with a sense of terror, not to mention that he possesses this kind of super-power that ordinary people cannot even compare to." As a professional spectator, Tsuchimikado Motoharu was worried about the situation of his friend for the first time in his life. This situation, this enemy, and a goal that goes right to the core. obviously.

The two will inevitably have some intersection. Even if the subsequent development is not smooth, this man still covets A Shang. No.. It's not just A Shang. "How dare he covet Index." Suddenly, the burning fighting spirit was around me. This sound, coupled with the raging flames behind. Fire mage Stiyl felt that he was capable again. Index is the Achilles' heel of this barcode, just like Kamijou Touma; Whenever he encounters something related to Index, he will turn hostile in an instant and become extremely excited. Kamiya Kaori is not much behind. Her face was filled with anger as she tightly grasped the sharp blade that had not yet been unsheathed. Whether as a member of the English Puritan affiliation; Or rather, as Index's best friend. This man showed his true colors without any intention of restraining himself. There is nothing wrong with that; This guy is an evil enemy who deserves to be defeated. "You're right in thinking so, aren't you, Kanzaki?" Sensing the murderous intent, Stiyl looked over with an expression that showed he was not much inferior. Everyone has their own taboos in their hearts. The magician named Stiyl's heart is bound by chains, and the other side is cold and unapproachable. That is a place where only the kind and pure silver-haired nun with an angelic smile can stay. But after the anger. 【boom--! 】 The tall, thin man couldn't help but punch the wall hard; Severe pain So that the finger bones ached; But even so. But he still couldn't let go of the anger in his heart.

Weak.. That's right— "If I wasn't so weak, if I had the power to solve everything from the very beginning, if I had the solution to all the difficult problems..." The magician with flaming red hair lowered his head so that his expression could not be seen; But the words that came out of his lips and teeth, squeezed by the vocal cords, and then clenched tightly with almost twisted teeth, made a creaking sound. Weakness is the original sin.