109 - - 79 Amaterasu of Ove

The story goes back a bit.

I was making final adjustments to a new weapon with Ms. Nazary, frustrated by the constant sounds of battle echoing from outside the village.

However, what she was making was not a weapon, but something shaped like a grappling ball, and I wondered if it was really safe.

And I'm sure those feelings were reflected in her expression.

She said, "Don't worry. This will surely help you.

I was sure that he was trying to calm me down, or so Nazariy-san said, moving his hand.

But ......

I understand. I know you know what I am talking about, so listen to me for a moment. You don't know this because you haven't actually seen it, but when the Sacred Staff was born, the Sacred Staff made of the Japanese babylonian money turned into particles and were incorporated into a sacred object made of a material that I don't even know what it is. This is completely my imagination, but perhaps the sacred artifact is "the materialization of divine power.

"The power of God materialized ......?

Yes. The fusion of the scepter with it means that the divine power has an affinity with it.

Affinity ....... Does that mean it is compatible?

I asked, and Mr. Nazary nodded his head.

And you remember?　And do you remember that the sacrament can appear at any time and in any place when you call for it, even if it is not at hand?

Yes, I remember. Yes, I remember. It was the same when I fought Arka.

That time, in response to Alka's call, the particles took shape and transformed into the Holy Lance.

But what the hell does it matter?

When I looked at him as if I was not quite getting the point, Nazariy-san smiled wryly and said, "Well, then, I'll just take it - and you can take it.

I'm going to let you take this thing into your body.

What?

I was shocked and surprised, but Mr. Nazary explained his true intentions.

You are already close to being a god. The name of the Immortal Bird is proof of that. If that is the case, then there is no way that the Japanese money can't adapt to your power. In fact, you have been adapting to it for a long time, haven't you?

"I'm adapting to the baboon. ......?"

I'm not sure what that means," he said. That is definitely woven from the fibers of the Phoenix Robe. So it is regenerated together with you and transformed into an armor called Suzaku-form by your power.

"Oh, is that so? ......?"

It was an astonishing fact.

I had the most powerful armor when I went to Magrido.

Therefore, based on these stories, I positioned the sacred artifact as the crystal of divine power and decided to make this one. This infinite blade--the Amaterasu Orb.

Amaterasu Orb......

With bated breath, he looked down and saw a crimson ball writhing in a fiery manner.

I'm not sure if it will work, but I'm sure you'll be able to pull it off.

Now, it's done," Nazary handed me the Amaterasu Orb.

The orb I received was as warm as human skin.

It was proof that it had life in it.

Therefore, I clutched it tightly and said in a strong tone of voice, "Thank you!

Thank you!　I will definitely save everyone with it!

I will definitely use it to save everyone!

I had taken the Amaterasu Orb and was now overwhelming the saints.

The orbs, which should have been one, appeared on the backs of both hands the moment they were taken in, and I was able to instantly recreate the best possible armament form for the current situation.

This is the power of the Amaterasu Orb.

This is the power of the Amaterasu Orb, my new blade.

"Amaterasu Orb?

That's right. I can handle a variety of weapons at will, depending on the situation.

"Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. You're the best at killing people, .......

The most important thing to remember is that you can't afford to be lazy.

!"

The shangalla's intimidation rapidly increased as it creaked all over.

Then Bolaios, looking a little panicked, raised his voice.

Stop it, Shangalla!　Now is not the time!

Shut up, you big f*cker!　Shut your mouth and watch!　I'll take care of this..."

I'll--

'--That's enough, Shangarrah.

「「「「「「「「--?

Suddenly, another man's voice echoes in the area, and we all look in the direction of the voice.

How long had he been there?

Standing quietly in front of our eyes was a man of about 30 years old with two horns sprouting from his forehead.