That Ordinary Mister is a War God

It's time to settle.

Bal tells the golden light.

"Funny!"

Abyss barked without hesitation, feeling intimidated.

Bal's right fist captures his face and blows it away.

"Gu... the speed and the weight are different from before."

It's time to settle.

Bal tells the golden light.

"Funny!"

Abyss barked without hesitation, feeling intimidated.

Bal's right fist captures his face and blows it away.

"Gu... the speed and the weight are different from before."

Abyss evaluates with a glance.

"I didn't know the day would come when all limiters would be lifted."

When Val starts feeling short, he opens his right hand and turns to Abyss.

"I will defeat you with my greatest secret."

"Very well, I will fight back with my strongest blow."

Abyss took on his challenge.

Magically condenses to the limit of each other and then releases it towards the opponent.

Both of them had the same principle of secrecy.

"Fulgor"

"Facial Raise"

Bal shoots the golden light, Abis shoots the dark light.

The two pillars of light collided, and the golden light prevailed.

The Golden Rush swallows his moves and Abyss blows backwards.

"... Master Bartolomeus wins."

Only a few of the Abyss remained in the prototype, and the body collapsed into a black mist and disappeared.

"You won, but I'm not happy considering the damage you took."

Still, Bal thinks it's one compartment.

Excellent work.

As Meena rushed in joyfully, he shook his head.

"Not yet. A massive invasion on a global scale must have opened the door to magic.It's our victory to shut it down. "

"Yes, I was stupid."

Her expression of happiness does not change even if she is cautioned.

"Let me start the investigation.Lord Bartolomeus will return once and report to the Empire. "

"Oh, let's do that."

Bal returns.

Then tell mankind the victory, conduct surveys across the continent, and destroy and seal the magical door if possible.

There was a lot to do.

"... so you're back to normal, Bartolomeus."

Beate is stunned.

She invited Bal to a tea party that she began to hold occasionally.

"Everyday is the best."

Bal replies generously smiling.

The wounds on the ground have not healed yet, but reconstruction will continue little by little.

And someday it will become history.