“You are crying from heaven.
You are the righteous anger that is in the fire that burns your blood.
Pure water.
You are the devil."
As Soul's song was sung, many magical objects spread out in front of Kuro.
Born of bright magical light and explosions in space a huge metal, the God of the Gospel.
Demonban is called outside, and Kuro and Elle are also transformed into light and absorbed by the demon.
"We're going there to fight."
"Alright, I'll do what you want."
A beam of magic shot out from the body of the spear and immediately flew away.
However, Lord Trion was able to keep up with the Ghost God's speed.
Sure he looked like a human, but his speed was that of a godlike death machine.
"So, where do you want to fight Yuu? Here?"
Meanwhile, Lord Tryon asked the Ghost God to raise his hand.
A living hand touched the mechanical body of a spiritual god. The effect should be pletely different depending on the size.
But in Lord Tryon's eyes, this distinction seemed non-existent.
Demon Van's body was hit and crashed to the ground like a soccer ball.
No one knows how many died in their sleep during this time.
Because no matter how fast the demon god machine or Lord Trion is, it is impossible to plan an escape in time.
"Bad Kuro, use your weapon immediately."
"Weapons, whatever you want to call them, are just flesh and blood people."
Yuran was so angry that he wanted to kill this man, but he did not care about the ethical principles of killing people.
"What? You think I don't need to use the Ghost Machine? There's no way, right? If that's what you're thinking."
Lord Tryon's powerful punch directly hit Demonban's body.
God kicked the ghost car like a soccer ball.
"ah!"
Jiuran shouted the car god.
It's scary to think what would happen to the control room space if the car was shot like a football at this point.
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