Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

This must be a figure who surpasses even the gods.

The world is rejoicing at his birth.

Heaven and earth paid homage to his birth.

—The Star of Bethlehem.

The Fire on the Right originally intended to use this legend to demonstrate his great achievement of saving the world.

However, at this very ceremony where the Son of God was born, instead of what the myth says, another extremely noble being was born into this world in place of the Son of God.

"boom--!"

With a sound like shattering glass, the enormous right hand, which had shattered an entire world of flowers, seemed to have been instantly stripped of all its vitality, and after a flash of intense light, it shattered into pieces.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

Right Fire immediately let out a painful howl, as if his arm had really been cut off.

He clutched his right shoulder, where the third hand was crumbling and weathering away in agony, screaming as he retreated.

"My...my hand...!"

The expression on the right-hand fire's face was a mixture of pain, astonishment, and disbelief, accompanied by a mournful cry.

It only takes a wave of its hand to shatter a planet; its mere existence represents the divine right of miracles. In that instant, it is crushed without the slightest resistance.

It can't even be restored.

"how so……"

The fire on the right truly refused to believe all of this.

Until a clear voice reached the ears of the fire on the right.

"It was a right arm that was never needed in the first place, so losing it won't have any impact on you."

The voice, calm yet carrying a profound sense of oppression, caused Right Fire's trembling body to freeze instantly. He struggled to lift his head and look ahead.

"clatter……"

With the soft sound of footsteps landing, the person who should have been crushed into mincemeat by him in Right Fire's imagination fell to the ground.

"Snapped--!"

The crisp snap of fingers rang out again.

The scattered rubble around them was suspended in mid-air, as if time had frozen, thus saving the Star of Bethlehem from its fate, which was on the verge of complete collapse.

Makoto Haramura thus appeared before the Right Flame.

There was no noticeable change from before. Neither the clothes nor the appearance had changed. There were no extra wings, no halo, and no divine light emanating from the body.

Makoto Haramura just stood there.

"you you……"

The voice of the fire on the right became quite hoarse.

Yes, everything was exactly the same as before, but Right Fire knew very well that the man in front of him was completely different from the one before.

The evidence lies in the fact that the other person is constantly radiating a transcendent aura and a tranquil presence.

If the other party deliberately conceals this kind of temperament and aura, ordinary people would not be able to detect it at all. However, someone of his level can easily sense the difference between them.

This feeling is almost like facing a life form that is more advanced than oneself, just like the awe and fear that humans feel when facing gods, stemming from their biological instincts.

Of course, this change is not visible on the outside.

"Ah--!"

Those golden pupils fell upon the fire on the right.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

Tormented by fear and a sense of crisis, the fire on the right continued to wail in agony.

He was almost suffocating from the atmosphere. Even though it was just a matter of eye contact, he felt as if the man had his heart in his grasp, and even breathing was difficult.

Of course, such a thing is definitely impossible.

Of course, one's own heart cannot be held in someone else's hands, but this also symbolizes another thing: if the man in front of you wants, your life could be taken away at any time.

“For someone like you, simply killing you is far from enough punishment.”

Makoto Haramura raised his right arm, and a dazzling light gathered at his fingertips.

The next second.

The lightning bolt emitted from his fingertip pierced right through the chest of the fire on the right.

"puff--!"

Crimson blood was sprayed out like mist by the fire on the right, and he was uncontrollably thrown away by the force.

Fire on the right struggled to get up from the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"My power... my power...!"

His expression became frantic, as if he were wailing.

"It's gone...it's gone...ahhhhhh!"

Right Fire kept waving his right hand, but no matter how hard he waved his right hand, the one that represented miracles, it was no use now.

His right hand, the very symbol of miracles, could no longer respond to his call.

Right Fire is just an ordinary person now.

After all, the Right Seat of God cannot use spells other than angelic spells. Without knowledge of magic, the Right Flame cannot even be considered a magician.

"What did you do to me? What did you do?"

Right Fire stared at Haramura Makoto with eyes wide open and roared loudly.

However, this voice no longer contained the arrogance, pride, and anger of before; all that could be heard was endless fear.

Makoto Haramura stared at the fire on the right, a sneer escaping his lips.

"What, now that you've lost your once-proud power, this is all you can do?"

"I'm granting your wish. Don't you feel a great responsibility because of your power to save the world?"

“I was afraid that you would be overwhelmed by such a heavy burden, so I specially helped you unload this burden.”

"Pfft..."

The fire on the right collapsed to the ground as if it had lost all its strength.

The pupils had lost all life.

Given the current state of affairs on the right, Makoto Haramura is in a position where he can't say another word.

He had lost all interest in this guy.

"The power within has been completely lost, and this fortress is about to collapse."

With a light touch of his toes on the ground, the power of his realm began to fluctuate.

"Keep living on, clinging to life. Let me see your dignity as a savior, like a dog."

Leaving behind these words, Makoto Haramura released himself from the spatial constraints of the fortress and stepped away as the fortress continued to tremble and shake.

Only the Fire on the Right remained, lying on the ground with a blank expression.

It made no attempt to survive, as if it were already dead.

The fortress plummeted from the sky, only to explode and shatter into countless fragments of rock and rubble just before it touched the ground, bringing with it an unprecedentedly massive impact.

The chief culprit who triggered World War III shall be executed.

……

"Bam—!"

With a loud explosion, the air fortress that had been floating in the air crashed to the ground.

The Star of Bethlehem, falling rapidly from the sky, crashed to the ground.

All of a sudden.

The world seemed to lose its color, and terrifying energy waves erupted from the deep pit, just like a supernova explosion.

"Darling's situation has been completely resolved."

"Then I can't dawdle any longer."

Extending her clean, white hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, Misaki Shokuhou stared intently at Gabriel, who was now riddled with wounds, before her.

The battle on Haramura Makoto's side has ended, and in fact, her battle is also nearing its end.

Gabriel had been hit by several of her whirlpools in succession, and since the Star of Bethlehem fell from the sky, Gabriel's repair speed had slowed down considerably, or rather, she was no longer able to repair herself.

This means that the power of Gabriel is being continuously supplied, and the gates to Heaven have been closed.

At the same time, because she forcibly activated her current angelic form, her body also experienced a strong impact from divine power.

Her current physique is far from being that of a born god or Buddha; she hasn't even reached the level of a half-human, half-god yet.

This angelic form was, of course, a considerable burden for her.

"Then let's finish this off with the final blow."

With a flap of her pure white wings, Misaki Shokuhou soared into the sky, accompanied by the vibrations of the air currents.

"Then let me try out this trick."

Misaki Shokuhou's eyes sparkled, and as if by magic, she pulled out a silver, horn-like object from somewhere.

"Laaaaaa——!"

the first time.

For the first time, a look of fear appeared in Gabriel's otherwise inorganic pupils.

It stared intently at the silver horn in Misaki Shokuhou's hand, its figure, which had originally wanted to continue charging forward to fight, involuntarily retreating.

"Buzz!"

A burst of magical power erupted, and at the same time, the sound of a horn resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Misaki Shokuhou's magical power spread rapidly in all directions along with the sound waves.

"Gulp... gulp... gulp..."

The entire space was enveloped in Misaki Shokuhou's magic.

The sound, which resembled boiling water, was exceptionally clear in this environment.

The next moment.

"boom--!"

"Bang-bang-bang-!"

The ground continued to collapse, and countless pillars of magma erupted from the earth, pouring straight towards Gabriel in the sky.

The sky was now covered with dark clouds.

The rain, which looked like blood, poured down, each drop carrying an extremely strong corrosive odor as it fell on the ground and onto Gabriel's body.

"Sizzle—sizzle—!"

“Laaaaaa——”

In the air, Gabriel was like a headless fly, crashing around aimlessly, but no matter what, he couldn't escape the onslaught of the heavy rain and lava.

The angel wings, originally as sharp as blades and made of powerful ice crystals, were completely pierced through.

This is the doomsday horn.

It can be considered the strongest artifact Gabriel possesses.

The doomsday horn usually refers to the horn sounded during the "last judgment" or "final judgment" mentioned in the Christian Bible.

Gabriel, who symbolizes the cherubim and serves as the guardian of heaven, was given by God the power to sound the trumpet of the end times.

When Gabriel determines that humanity is beyond saving, he can sound the doomsday horn, announcing to the entire world that the end is near. This is also a declaration to God's rule, that He can bring down the final destruction upon humanity and re-select the world.

Legend has it that when Gabriel sounded the horn of doom, the first disaster he brought was erupting lava and seawater that had turned completely blood red.