Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

Its outer walls are over ten meters high, far beyond the reach of human climbers.

Along these walls, monks in their habits stood guard with grim faces.

They seemed less like holy clerics from a church and more like soldiers guarding a fortress.

Each one was meticulous, exuding an aura of grim determination.

Clearly, these people were not benevolent.

Indeed, these individuals belonged to the magic corps of the Roman Orthodox Church, though their original duty wasn't guarding; it was eliminating anyone or anything that could threaten the Roman Orthodox Church.

Each of them was at least a mid-level magician.

Such a force could easily annihilate even a heavily armored division.

Numbering three hundred and thirty-three in total, fully deployed in battle, only the Russian Orthodox Church and the Anglican Church could withstand them within the magic side.

Inside the Papal Palace, one man stood at the very center of the church.

He was a man of about thirty-five or six, wearing a loose green robe, with sunken cheeks, a slender build, short stature, and a pale complexion.

The green robe was embroidered with cross patterns, making him look somewhat like a priest, clearly a believer of the Roman Orthodox Church.

Moreover, he held an extremely high position.

Simply put, not only were others guarding him, but he himself was also unlike other clerics who devoutly prayed to the holy image of Christ; instead, he sat casually on what looked like a church pew, drinking heartily from a flask.

Just then.

"Let's reduce their numbers a bit, otherwise there are too many, wouldn't you agree?"

As this frivolous voice echoed, a blood-colored crescent moon suddenly sliced through space, cutting through the atmosphere and space itself, hurtling towards the green-robed man at an astonishing speed.

"Poof!"

The sound of bricks being cut echoed first, but the green-robed man reacted in time, throwing his flask and striking the holy image with his palm.

The force of the impact propelled him upwards.

The sound of shattering echoed continuously.

Not only the sound of the cut walls, but also the sound of pillars being severed, tiles falling, flesh tearing, and people wailing.

"About half of them are left."

Emerging from the smoke, it was clear the man wasn't entirely satisfied with the results he had just achieved.

"I should have not held back."

"Are, are they alright?"

Now, another man's voice rang out.

The man's voice was clearly filled with worry, and his concern was for the magicians who had been affected by the attack.

"They're fine, I made sure to get the angle right. With magic, as long as it doesn't take too long, I can patch them up."

"Besides, if we don't take down some, or severely injure some, no matter what you do, you won't be able to stop a magician troop."

"Senior."

"Sometimes, mercy is necessary, but sometimes, mercy is something that must be discarded."

Haramura Sei patiently explained to Kamijou Touma.

He admired Kamijou Touma for being such a good person, who wouldn't fight with the intention of killing his enemies, no matter how many evil deeds they had committed.

However, it was precisely because of this that Kamijou Touma had left himself with many hidden dangers.

"Itsuwa, take Senior Kamijou to deal with it."

"Understood, Senior."

"I'll do my best."

Itsuwa's crisp voice came from the smoke, and she grabbed Kamijou Touma's hand and left in the opposite direction.

Indeed.

Haramura Sei now had even more admiration for Itsuwa.

She maintained her kindness, and while maintaining her kindness, she knew what to choose and how to do what was right.

Stopping three hundred and thirty-three magicians was something that neither of them could do.

Even if the entire Amakusa-style Cross Church came, it would be difficult. If their female pontiff came, it would be impossible to end the battle without killing anyone, without using killing moves.

Therefore, she was very clear.

What Haramura Sei had done was the optimal solution.

By wounding some of the people, some would inevitably have to be separated to care for and heal the injured, and the remaining number would definitely not exceed twenty.

This number was still a bit勉强 for just the two of them, but with Touma's right hand that could eliminate any magic, there was still room to maneuver.

What he should be doing now was to leave this man with space to fight against the Right Seat of God.

"It seems we have uninvited guests."

The man in the green robe landed from the air, his gaze towards Haramura Sei filled with contempt.

"The Academy City's actions are much faster than I expected."

This white middle-aged man, who looked quite gaunt, walked towards Haramura Sei without any restraint, his face bearing a wanton, mocking smile.

"To barge in so brazenly, instead of sneaking in more carefully."

"If you had avoided my gaze, you might have had a slight chance of victory."

This man spoke these words with a completely condescending attitude.

"That's interesting, there's a limit to arrogance, do you think I need to avoid your gaze?"

Facing the other party's mockery, Haramura Sei responded casually with an attitude of indifference.

"You don't think I need to hide from you to do anything, do you?"

"You really think highly of yourself."

Haramura Sei's words were quite impolite; if the other party's words were just expressing his arrogance, then Haramura Sei's words revealed a complete contempt for him.

The middle-aged man's smile remained unchanged, but the smile was greatly reduced.

"Just a monkey from a heretical religion, your lip service is quite impressive."

As he spoke, his gaze became disgusted.

"I've heard of you, you seem to be a space ability user from Academy City, and apparently a top-level ability user."

"It seems the scientific side's hype has made you lose yourself in your own strength."

Facing the man's obviously disgusted accusation, Haramura Sei didn't care at all.

"Left Seat of God, right?"

Haramura Sei put his hands in his pockets, looking casually at the man in front of him.

It wasn't difficult to determine the identity of the man in front of him.

In the entire Roman Orthodox Church, there are four Right Seats of God in total.

Fiamma of the Right.

Ventus of the Front.

Aqua of the Rear.

Terra of the Left.

Ventus of the Front had just attacked Academy City a few days ago, and it was Kamijou Touma who had repelled that Ventus of the Front.

Fiamma of the Right is a red-haired man, and Aqua of the Rear is said to be a mercenary, with a rather burly figure.

So this is probably Terra of the Left.

"Speaking of which, isn't the doctrine of your faith supposed to be equality for all? But you believers don't seem to adhere to this concept. I haven't seen you do a single good deed; all I've seen is you constantly committing all kinds of massacres in order to eliminate dissidents."

"Don't even mention ordinary, unrelated civilians; even for the Amakusa-style, who are also Catholics, you don't hesitate to kill them."

Haramura Sei looked at Terra of the Left like this, his eyes filled with nothing but disdain and coldness.

"If you say this is your faith, then it's not incomprehensible that you're all perverts."

They're all perverts.

Judging from the Roman Orthodox Church's unwavering initiation of world war and riots to consolidate its position, their nature has been completely exposed.

These guys are, in essence, a bunch of extremists.

Relying on being the largest branch of the world's largest denomination, they act with an incredibly domineering style, as if they are the masters of all life in the world, and they do everything to eliminate things that are displeasing or feared, filled with the original sin of arrogance.

"Don't tell me such disgusting jokes."

Terra of the Left had a look on his face as if he had heard a great joke, only filled with a thick sneer.

"Of course humans are equal to each other, but heretics don't count as humans."

"They're monkeys."

"Tell me, why should monkeys be equal to humans?"

Terra of the Left laughed loudly, his twisted face, because of that arrogant, twisted smile, looked incomparably ugly.

"In the end, in this world, only believers of the Roman Orthodox Church can be called humans."

"Whether it's the Anglican Church or the Russian Orthodox Church, they have no value as 'humans,' let alone those monkeys who worship science."

Terra of the Left's face was full of ferocity.

"Since they're no longer humans, then they're no different from pigs and sheep, just a bunch of livestock. Just like humans treat livestock, livestock are kept in pens and slaughtered in batches every day. When have you ever seen humans care about the death of livestock?"

Haramura Sei's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You're really narrow-minded."

This man didn't deny the doctrines of Catholicism, and he also agreed with the concepts in the Bible, believing that people are equal to each other.

But he had his own way of judging the distinction between humans.

Considering the vast majority of people as livestock is already the greatest evil.

"What a twisted arrogance."

Haramura Sei curled his lips, then revealed an undisguised look of disgust on his face.

"As expected, this is the true nature of the Roman Orthodox Church. It seems I shouldn't have held back earlier."

In Haramura Sei's eyes, death has meaning.

He personally doesn't like massacres, but he has caused quite a few massacres, and the number of humans who have died because of him has already exceeded four figures.

Just like in the world of Strike the Blood, the number of humans he killed in the battle to rule Japan had already exceeded a thousand, plus a large number of other humans who were dragged in by him.

But the sacrifices of these people were justified.

The humans who were dragged in were helpless, and in many cases, he didn't have time to take care of their lives.

Killing those high-ranking officials of the Japanese government was also meaningful, because they had to die in order to maintain the dignity of the True Ancestor and save more lives.

But in this man's case, sacrifice is meaningless.

His so-called sacrifice has no meaning to the world, it's purely to satisfy his own selfish desires.

And, after being taught by the Roman Orthodox Church's doctrine, it's hard to imagine that there would be a few normal humans among them.

I'm afraid their minds have already been twisted by this twisted doctrine.

There's no point in saving such fanatical believers; each and every one of them is an unstable element.

"As expected, I should just kill you like this."

"Showing mercy to you is an insult to my personality."

Taking his hands out of his pockets, Haramura Sei looked coldly at the Right Seat of God in front of him.

"Snap!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, a blood-red demon sword appeared in his hand.