161 Episode XXXI: Pope VS Immortal King (2/2)

At this time, the voice of Charamon echoes from beyond the Holy Spirit Perfection.

”I didn't know it would be easy to prevent my technique, which even brought out the stone of the secret sage to increase its power. Pope Noah. I see, I am not insulted '

The immortal king reveals himself again from beyond the tumbling earth and smoke. Seeing it, the face of the advance party moves to protect the Pope, but the Pope gently raises one hand to control them.

And quietly flaunt your mouth.

”I am the strongest shield ever given by God. No matter how powerful your magic may be, it will never penetrate.”

Grinding Diamond: Speak unto me of things with the power of God. Right. '

”You won't have to treat the fallen with courtesy, charmed by the devil. Sharamon, I remember having that name in the third place of the night club, is it the same person?

”Nothing.”

As soon as he did so, Sharamon's magic swelled up all at once. Even though it was mighty, the magic swells more than double. A groan leaked out of the advance party's mouth.

Even the Pope has a faint eyebrow root. Seeing it, Sharamon continued his words.

”Don't stand in line with the immatures you've destroyed. There's no such thing as an abominable bond between us outside the Holy City.”

Basis: ”We do not fight against the kingdom, we fight with the protection of God. And the protection of God is given equally to the faithful, both inside and outside the Holy Capital”

I said, ”Well, let's do it with that blessing.”

Say, Sharamon took a giant jewel out of his nostalgia. One, two, three, still going on.

They shine rainbow-colored, each and every one of them a magic stone with enormous magic power, but differ in purity from what Miroslav used in Mount Skim, for example, before. Muddy and snowmelting water, if you will.

Sage's Stone. Six magic stones of the highest purity, so called, rise in the air by the magic of Sharamon. Simply think, the next magical power released is six times more powerful than earlier.

In addition, for the first time, tension ran on the Pope's face when he saw those magic stones shape the Six-Mountain Star in the universe.

Magic Liberation: ”In ancient times, the strongest shield was that which crushes with the strongest spear. The reverse is true again. Whether or not your shield, given by God, is worthy of calling it the strongest, may this charamon try - '

Sharamon unleashed the immense magic of himself and the stone of the wise in one word.

”Kuh!?

The soaring magic instantly turns into a giant spear of light and clashes to the Holy Spirit's perfection. The painful voice of the Pope poured out the ears of Miroslavs. And there's another thing I heard.

That was the sound of a wall. The walls are shaking that didn't even shake slightly with the earlier magic. It keeps shaking.

In front of the Miroslavs, a crack runs on the wall with the sound of the crystal crushing. Part of the wall was repaired when the Pope put his hands in front of him, but it was also just for a little while, and eventually the wall began to crumble faster than ever before before before the light shooting gained momentum.

The Pope's face swells in agony, from forehead to cheek, and several muscles sweat down.

In the meantime, I wasn't stood up for the Miroslavs, or in the face of the advance party. I was trying so hard to figure out if there was anything I could do.

But when it comes to this level of defense, if you put your hands on the heel, you'll be back on your feet. For Miroslav and Lunamaria, sacred magic is out of specialty. In a situation where the advance party is unable to move, there can be no more wisdom or other springs.

Even as you tow Charamon, if you step out of Holy Spirit perfection, you will evaporate without even remaining bones. There is no way to strike a hand. I just had to pray that Sharamon's magic ran out while the walls were being kept.

But that hope is also pushed away by a torrent of light that is gaining momentum. It was more obvious than seeing fire that Sharamon still had enough leeway.

The pope on the other hand is biting his lips off with his bloody face. No, the Holy Spirit. There is no place without cracks in it.

The end was imminent until now.

'I don't mourn. You will die in the hands of this charamon. [M] Honorable, scatter with pride.'

Just as I waited for Sharamon's words to end, the Holy Spirit's perfection collapses with a screaming sound.

Another few seconds.

Sharamon, so convinced, tried to strengthen his magic even more.

”Are you the dumb one?”

By Sola, who searched this place for more magical destructive sounds that continued to strike, he was slashed down from the brain to two.