One-way traffic

If that massive forty-kilometer-long fortress were allowed to fall to the ground from an altitude of over eight thousand meters—

That would essentially confirm the extinction of dinosaurs.

This time, however, it will be all of humanity that perishes.

"Does that mean we also have to stop that thing at the same time...?"

There's just so much more work to do.

Just as Accelerator couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

—In the distance, some strange shadow seemed to rise up once again.

"What is that?"

I heard a sound like a broadcast coming from that fortress.

"Why did Misha Chloejef take off at this time?!"

Accelerator saw it.

A blue silhouette, tens of meters long, stretched across the ocean and arrived at the foreground in an instant.

Archangel Gabriel, the "Power of God".

Once defeated by Accelerator, this being has now returned to the world.

"How is this possible—that guy actually came back to life?"

No, think about it carefully, can angels really be viewed through the lens of conventional biological systems?

It is true that Accelerator used a blow comparable to a neutron star explosion to directly destroy its body, but—the essence of an archangel is not physical.

It is, in fact, a pure mass of power.

It does not have a simple flesh and blood body, so the power that is shattered is like water that is scattered for a short time, and it will eventually come back together.

The archangel of today is different from the one before; its consciousness is that of an angel in the truest sense, and all it needs to do is return itself to heaven.

It absorbs all the liquid in the Arctic Ocean.

They would convert it into their own power, but the body of an archangel created by humans could not withstand such immense angelic power.

At the very least, it would destroy the Northern Hemisphere; in the worst-case scenario—

Earth will be blown out of the solar system by the self-destruction of the archangel.

Accelerator was unaware of this, but he could see that the angel was coming for someone on the star Bethlehem.

It was aimed at that spiky-haired youth.

"...Are you kidding me?"

Bang! !

With the flapping of his enormous wings, he was lifted off the sky in an instant.

Accelerator charged straight toward the archangel without hesitation. His white wings transformed some unknown power into pure impact, enveloping him.

The collision erupted.

From Touma's perspective, a white meteor struck the archangel head-on in the distant sky, and the two of them fell into the Arctic Ocean together.

thump—

The giant Star of Bethlehem fell into the sea.

The three of them sank to the bottom of the sea together: Touma Kamijou, Archangel, and Accelerator.

By simply manipulating vectors to change the air around him, Accelerator managed to hold on for a while, but—

The archangel is at the deepest part of the lake.

The crisis on the Star of Bethlehem has been resolved, but nothing will end until the final enemy is defeated.

Without hesitation, he flapped his wings and flew down to the deepest part of the lake.

I've been through countless things.

I encountered countless people and events, and then I experienced feelings I had never felt before.

From pure darkness, it has evolved into fighting for something to protect.

The number one in Academy City, after countless battles, finally earned the power he desired.

and so--

'To protect the world where that brat and that woman live—'

'To protect this world where everyone can return home smiling—'

Two people, in the same sea area.

The spiky-haired youth and the first-ranked white-haired man.

They shouted together, and together they gathered their strength into the archangel.

"—I'll shatter those pointless fantasies—!!"

last of the last.

The collision of pure forces caused the Arctic Ocean to experience the most massive tremor in its history.

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October 30th.

Academy City and the Anglican Church.

The Roman Orthodox Church and Russian Protestantism.

The various factions then traveled to the Arctic Ocean, where they confirmed the complete annihilation of the Archangel.

It was probably after receiving some unknown impact that manipulated the direction of energy that it lost its pure physical form, and then it was completely eliminated by some kind of power that could erase all supernatural abilities.

Then, the various factions observed the situation in the Arctic Ocean, where the water temperature is two degrees Celsius.

Within the same sea area.

Survivor response: zero.

Chapter 243 Neither Good nor Evil

The sky turned dark again.

Even so, it's impossible to tell at a glance whether it's daytime or nighttime.

Somewhere, somewhere.

The human who emerged from the escape pod was like a lone figure in the desert, walking alone across the snowy plains.

There is no longer any need for fighting.

All their plans fell apart, World War III came to an end, and with no means to turn the tide, people rallied together once again.

Most importantly, he himself was defeated by that spiky-haired youth.

"..."

The fire on the right—perhaps his body harbors the power to save the world.

Now the world has rejected his salvation, and he has no way of knowing what kind of decline the world will take after it is not saved, or what fate humanity and the world will face.

But now, he has no interest in those things.

In the heart of the Right Fire, there was a clearer feeling.

Relax.

Even though you are the loser, you still feel a sense of relaxation and clarity, as if you have been doused with cold water. This kind of action makes you feel calm.

That person defeated himself.

Then, he abandoned the last escape pod he had used to escape and left the place alone.

Kamijou Touma.

He possesses a realm entirely different from the Right Flame... a level that cannot be explained by mere strength.

Even someone like him, capable of destroying an entire planet in one breath, or even capable of destroying countless parallel universes a trillion times with a single breath, could never reach the ultimate realm.

That's a realm that only Touma Kamijou can reach, a realm that belongs only to him.

"...Let's take it one step at a time."

The future is for him to handle.

Right Fire took a deep breath, burying all his emotions deep inside.

In an instant, he sprang into action.

Boom! At that moment, something shot up from his right hand.

"Varied--?!"

Right Fire's eyes widened as he saw that his right arm had been completely severed.

They couldn't even detect the slightest sign.

"Gugaa ...

The powerful figure who could destroy planets with a single blow in the past now lay sprawled on the ground after losing his signature right hand, unable to help but cry out in alarm.

"What exactly is going on—?"

"It seems you have lost your original power."

The voice came from behind.

Turning around, Right Fire looked directly behind him and his eyes widened in surprise.

That was a magician who attacked him.

He couldn't help but whisper the other person's name.

"Aleister Crowley...?"

"As expected, coming out of the container causes this phenomenon... Oh well, it doesn't matter anyway."

His long silver hair billowed behind him. He wore green surgical scrubs, and his radiant eyes stared at the person before him without any emotion.

The other party was a great magician who was famous throughout the century.

Historical records suggest that the opponent should have already died, or perished in some war more than sixty years ago. He is historically recognized as the greatest and most evil magician.

But Fire on the Right doesn't dwell on these trivial factors.

"Why...why did you come here?"

"You've seen it, haven't you?"

"?!"

Aleister looked at him and whispered his words.

"For you, that right hand only needs to be defined as 'the power that can ruthlessly erase supernatural abilities'."

"—But you saw it, in that right hand, 'that' thing."

In an instant, Right Fire couldn't help but recall a certain memory.

"However, my trip out this time wasn't just to deal with you."

"What…?"

"Don't you understand? It's for preparation in advance."

Aleister raised his right hand.

Above it, a certain silvery shimmering light appeared.

"Soon, the world will be shaken like never before."

"In order to prevent the effects of that interference on my body in advance, I had to leave my original container and reconstruct my entire structure... This is something I had to do."

"If it were you, you could probably resist this effect too, right? But I'll make sure you die here before that happens."

A silver scepter appeared in the magician's hand.