My youth story cannot be a knight war

This time, it's no longer a codename given by people, but a name from the memory of that ancient girl. There was a time when this gentle and kind girl remembered the name of a certain being with such genuine hatred.

【"——Daguba!!!!!!"】

This name, spanning thousands of years, echoed once again throughout this world. Zaimokuza, his scarlet murderous intent radiating, charged towards the white demon, his evil sword of the same color slicing through with ominous crimson light.

[The sword, powerful enough to sever everything in the world, swung forward, and everything in front was truly severed.]

A crimson light shot out from the blade, leaving only a fleeting afterimage in the air, but everything in its path silently shattered. The earth cracked, buildings broke in two, and flames paved the way. In that instant, the light spanned all of Tokyo.

Even the wall of fire that enveloped Tokyo suddenly tore open a huge gap at this moment. Many people who had not yet had time to escape, who originally thought they were doomed, passed directly through the gap.

They all stared blankly to their left and right. Flame dragons surged at the fractures in the wall of fire, but they couldn't squeeze out even a little bit. And those in the center of the flames couldn't feel even a hint of the heat.

[Because even the concept of "temperature" was cut off by this sword.]

The noise rang out again, this time with cheers of joy so intense that they wept tears. People in the nearby area frantically ran towards the world beyond the gap. This scene was like the followers who followed Moses to the new world after he parted the sea, heading towards the hope of life.

[——But such a miracle cannot kill the one I want to kill the most.]

[Tick-tock…]

Blood, as red as a pigeon's diamond, dripped onto the ground, spreading past the sword's tip, whose light had faded, but it could no longer advance even an inch.

The white hand closed its fingers, gripping the longsword in its palm. The blade easily cut through skin countless times more flexible than nanomaterials. Daguba looked at the blade in his hand, feeling the pain in his palm, and turned his gaze forward.

Looking at the face he had longed for, and the pitch-black compound eyes that completely mismatched its appearance, Daguba laughed, a laugh so heartily, almost madly.

"Finally, I'm finally about to become a being with ultimate power~"

【“——But, it’s still far from enough.”】

A chill far exceeding any previous one crept up Zaimokuza's spine, a chill that seemed to freeze even the darkness swirling in his mind.

A transparent wave suddenly erupted in front of his chest, cracking the golden armor into fine cracks before piercing through his fleshy defenses. A circular shockwave, mixed with blood, erupted from behind him.

[Even the Philosopher's Stone, which represents the supreme and tenacious will, was shattered at this moment.]

……

Zaimokuza had no idea what had happened. He only remembered that Daguba's face was suddenly covered in white, and when the white faded, he was lying in the ruins.

[The process in between was completely omitted, like a videotape with broken frames. Or perhaps even the consciousness was shattered by the previous blow, and naturally the memory of that period was lost.]

[“Ugh…Puff!”]

The pain, comparable to having his chest smashed and his heart forcibly ripped out, accumulated within the shattered Philosopher's Stone above his chest. Zaimokuza struggled to prop up his upper body from the rubble. As he sat up, the surging aura in his chest caused a mouthful of blood to spurt out from his open mouth.

[“That’s not enough~”]

The demon's voice echoed again, and the dim elemental sword fell to the ground, then transformed into a stream of light and dispersed.

Daguba chuckled as he looked at Zaimokuza, whose eyes had returned to their original color, lying in the rubble.

"Because I've become stronger than before~ So, you must become stronger too~"

[An invisible current of wind suddenly spread around his feet, and Daguba's figure slowly rose upward. He looked down at the dilapidated ruins below, and at his old enemy who looked up at him.]

"Become stronger and give me more smiles~"

【Om—】

As he spoke, Daguba extended his hand upwards, and a light bright enough to blind anyone suddenly shone from his palm.

[“Hmm!”]

Zaimokuza's eyes felt as if pierced by a blade, and he immediately covered them with his hands. The light was so intense that even he couldn't see.

Golden streams of light suddenly surged from all corners of the city toward Shinagawa District. These streams flowed across the ground, air, and water, their paths resembling countless circuit boards or swarms of fireflies. At this moment, Tokyo, illuminated by flames, took on a dazzling background.

After reaching Shinagawa, these streams of light converged in the same direction, spiraling upwards above the ground and engulfing Daguba, who was suspended directly above. Amidst the cascading sound, only one sentence remained.

"Let us meet again in the 'Ultimate Game'."

【"KUUGA~"】

……

A sudden burst of light illuminated the entire city. This light was so brilliant and magnificent that the sky, lit by the flames, instantly turned completely into daylight, and all the shadows of the clouds disappeared.

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. The surface of the earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. Only the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters. Then God said, "Let there be light!" And there was light. God separated the light from the darkness and called the light Day and the darkness he called Night. After the night, the morning followed. This was the first day.

[——Genesis, Old Testament of the Bible]

[The light illuminates the dark world, representing the arrival of the first day of creation.]

"Mr. Kosaka, what is that!?"

Gokou Ruri covered her eyes tightly with her hands. She didn't dare to open them, fearing she might go blind.

[“Emergency! Prepare for an emergency landing!”]

The helicopter's trajectory began to sway from side to side. Even with military protective goggles, the pilot's eyes still felt an immense sting from the bright light. He immediately yelled, turned his back to the light, and flew the helicopter toward the top of a nearby building.

Inside the shaking helicopter, Kousaka Kyosuke's right hand tightly grasped the edge of the helicopter's hatch, his pupils trembling as he looked at the light.

[“That is——”]

[His pitch-black pupils reflected the figure that loomed in the light, and Kousaka's tone couldn't help but rise several notches.]

"……what?"

Xu Guoliang's murmurs echoed in the empty classroom. He sat in his seat, looking at the light screen floating in front of him with a dull look in his eyes.

sizzle-

Crackling sounds like noises appeared at the edge of the light curtain, and the image of the entire light curtain was distorted and disordered at this time.

And all this was just because that figure bathed in light appeared in the light curtain.

Xu Guoliang suddenly exerted force on the hand holding the Book of Controlling Ten Thousand Things, and immediately activated one of the abilities of the book, namely "consultation search".

This ability allows him to obtain the capabilities and even names of each object appearing on the light screen in the form of data in his field of vision, and the displayed content is extremely accurate, making it a top-level artifact for collecting intelligence.

But only this time, Xu Guoliang hoped that this ability would go wrong - because the data he saw with his eyes at this moment made his brain go blank in an instant, and his glasses unconsciously slid several centimeters off the bridge of his nose.

The data displayed is basically as follows:

Target Name: N-Daguba-Zeba

[Target state: Feathering]

[Target height: Unable to measure]

[Target weight: Unable to determine]

[Target Person: Angel of Destruction·■■■ (Incomplete)]

[Target attribute: God (fake)]

55. Apocalypse (4k)

"What are you kidding!?"

Looking at the information data displayed in his field of vision, especially the last line, Xu Guoliang's expression twitched violently, and the shaking amplitude of his facial muscles was comparable to that of an epileptic patient during an attack.

He would rather he really had epilepsy, otherwise how could he see such an outrageous thing?

"Daguba... What on earth did this guy do!? This is definitely not something that can be achieved by simply sublimating the ultimate power further!"

He clenched the Book of Controlling All Living Beings in his hand, and the book also vibrated violently. Daguba's power had even affected its observation ability. The evidence was the light curtain flashing in front of his eyes.

As the figure became clearer in the picture, the shaking and distortion of the light screen became more obvious, and the sweat on Xu Guoliang's forehead became more and more intense.

This book of control was created from the remaining pages of the Book of Omniscience and Omnipotence, combining his own characteristics and spiritual power with the power of faith. To some extent, it can be said to be Xu Guoliang's "external organ" and has a very close connection with himself.

Naturally, Xu Guoliang himself could feel any problems with the control book. As the light screen twisted and flickered, he felt as if several feathers were constantly brushing against his heart, which was extremely uncomfortable.

At the same time, there was no other way for him to feel the horror of the figure in the light curtain so intuitively.

"This is impossible. This kind of power... is already a true god-level power!"

He covered his left chest and stared at the figure that had become clear. Fine bloodshot appeared on the whites of his eyes, and the congestion made his right eye look blood red.

Xu Guoliang no longer cared about himself. He tried his best to control the power of the book, trying to stabilize the light curtain and obtain more information.

We must find out what is going on! Otherwise, no one can afford the consequences!

However, reality will never deviate from human will.

Just as Xu Guoliang was working hard to maintain it, the light had dissipated from the light curtain, and the figure had revealed its true appearance.

Then, He turned His head towards this side, and His pair of golden, narrow compound eyes flashed with a mysterious light like the stars in the universe.

Click.

When the pair of eyes appeared on the screen, a sound like glass cracking on the ground was heard in the classroom.

"—!"

In Xu Guoliang's suddenly shrinking pupils, cracks with a silver glow appeared at the edge of the golden light curtain, continuously spreading to every inch of the light curtain, and soon covered the entire area.

Finally, the light curtain in front of him suddenly shattered.

"puff!"

The ferocious backlash transformed into a heart-pounding pain, and Xu Guoliang spat out a mouthful of crimson blood. A bloody mist, accompanied by scattered fragments of light before him, fell to the ground before evaporating and dissipating.

The pure white myriad of living beings controlled the book and fell to the ground, and the surface of the cover was also covered with a faint and dazzling red hue.

Xu Guoliang supported himself on the seat of his old friend next to him with one hand, and slowly half-knelt down. His slightly long black hair covered the upper half of his face, and one violently trembling eye was faintly visible through the scattered hair.

"How...is this possible?"

At the same time, the same phenomenon was happening all over the world.

When Xu Guoliang, the source of the light curtain, was severely injured, all the light curtains that were differentiated from the power of the book controlled by thousands of living beings also suffered changes at the same time.

"what happened!?"

Under the gazes of everyone, the light curtains suspended in front of everyone began to shake violently and blur, and then shattered one after another. The shattered fragments of light reflected the various forms of life like a mirror.

Some people were panicked, some were surprised, and some were calm.

The palm that was stretched out subconsciously slowly opened, but only scattered light like fireflies floated up and dissipated. Kyosuke Kousaka couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

"This is...what on earth is going on!"

Zaimokuza, also watching this scene, suddenly stood up from his chair. He stretched out his hand in disbelief, but the light from the shattered light curtain had already passed through his open fingers and disappeared from this world in the reflection of his pupils.

This was something that had never happened before. At most, the light curtain would have a slightly longer period of silence and black screen after each new chapter was opened, but now no matter how you looked at it, all of this had nothing to do with opening a new chapter.

Because the image was cut off as the screen shattered before it was even finished playing, it was more like the TV was damaged in the middle of playing the program.

"Is this going to start a new mode? Just like when the video disappeared before, the light curtain replaced it?"

Yukinoshita Yukino frowned her beautiful brows and expressed her guess with some hesitation.

"That would be great if it were...but this situation is clearly not the case no matter how you look at it."

Someone answered her guess, and Hikigaya Hachiman stood up under everyone's gaze and said with a serious expression.

The usual dead fish eyes on his face had completely disappeared at this moment, and a pair of pure black eyes were as deep as two deep wells.

"Hachiman, do you know what's going on?"

Zaimokuza hurriedly asked his best friend, recalling the blurry figure he had caught a glimpse of before the light curtain shattered, and the pair of golden eyes that he didn't know if it was an illusion, his expression was covered with a layer of gloom.

"Is this strange phenomenon on the light curtain... related to Number Zero?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Hikigaya said simply, and without waiting for others to continue asking, he spoke the next sentence in a rapid-fire tone.

"But I do know one thing: we should be ready to leave now."

"Everyone, are you ready?"

"Eh? Hachiman, what are you talking about—huh???"

Zaimokuza had no idea what Hikigaya's ambiguous words meant, and just as he was about to ask in confusion, a slender white hand covered his open mouth.

"Don't talk yet, Yoshiteru."