I've Been Transported to Another World and Immediately Run into a Wicked Angel-What Do I Do? (Continued)
But the snowflakes were a strange color; they were blackish-gray.
It was like the ashes of some kind of creature, something like volcanic ash.
Miyuki and Mayumi also curiously reached out and caught a piece.
The moment I touched it, the black snow melted.
"It hurts!"
Miyuki and Mayumi withdrew their hands almost simultaneously, and when they looked down, they saw a charred mark left on their palms, still stinging with intense burning pain.
However, thanks to genetic adaptation, the small wounds on the palm are healing at a visible speed, revealing new, fair skin.
"This is... terrible luck! I've been transported to this world... Are they trying to kill me?"
"Brother Mahiro".
"Mahiro a junior?"
Miyuki and Mayumi heard Mahiro's mutterings and instinctively wanted to ask him what to do next.
But when she turned around, she saw Mahiro still gazing at the sky in a daze, reaching out her hand to catch the falling snowflakes, just like the others.
Unlike them, Yotsuba Mahiro showed no intention of backing down, letting the black snow fall on her palms and arms, letting it burn and corrode her.
The series of hissing sounds it emitted were enough to make one's teeth ache.
Miyuki and Mayumi were heartbroken, especially Miyuki, whose heart clenched with pain!
Just as the two were about to step forward to stop them, Mahiro saw through their plan and stopped them.
"No need, I'm fine."
"Phalanx!"
The signature technique of the Jumonji family has now become an umbrella to shield against the "falling snow".
He continued to gaze at the sky above, which was filled with a filthy color, his gaze seemingly looking through the layers of clouds at something.
That's true.
He was trying to find the legendary Phantasma, a behemoth like a sky city—Avant Heim.
Of the five people present, only he truly understood this world.
This is Disboard, six thousand years ago, a place that belongs to "No Game No Life".
If it were Disboard six thousand years in the future, he would be 100% confident that he could take a few girls on a vacation as if they were on a holiday.
But this is the great war from six thousand years ago!
Even he himself didn't have a high chance of surviving, simply because there was an extremely abnormal being in this world—
God of War, Artosh.
I have no idea what kind of mess the Irregular at Magical World made to have a portal leading here, and it's a one-way portal at that!
His ring isn't fully charged yet, so he can't go back!
Seeing that Yotsuba Mahiro's expression was so solemn, Miyuki and Mayumi didn't dare to disturb her. They could only bite their lower lips tightly, their pink hands clenched into fists.
They felt sorry for Mahiro.
They naturally have a great deal of interest in, and are even very excited about, the unknown world.
But now that I've seen it with my own eyes...
They changed their minds.
They were heartbroken that Mahiro / Mahiro always had to venture into such a dangerous and terrifying world.
I had heard Kisara, the Seitenshi, and Miori Shiba tell stories about their world before, but they didn't pay any attention at the time and were completely unaware of it.
But now, looking back, I feel extremely guilty and wish I could go back and severely condemn my past self.
How can someone be so carefree?
She even hoped that Mahiro would bring her along...
What can pampered young ladies like them do besides causing trouble, holding others back, and becoming a burden to Mahiro?
"What's wrong with you two?"
Mahiro's thoughts returned, he saw Miyuki and Mayumi looking pained and almost crying with guilt.
He couldn't resist stepping forward and gently touching their cheeks, saying with a smile:
"Don't be afraid, don't worry, I'm here for you. No matter what, I will send you back to your original world."
"Brother Mahiro..."
"Mahiro..."
Miyuki and Mayumi both spoke at the same time, wanting to say no, but before they could utter a word, Niu, who was observing the surroundings and examining the land, spoke up:
"Mahiro, there's nothing unusual about the soil here, but the snow falling from the sky seems to carry some unknown radioactive and corrosive substance that could cause irreversible and severe damage to the human body..."
"Yes, I know. I have a pretty good idea of where we are now."
Mahiro looked down at his hand, which hadn't fully recovered and still bore the dark marks of erosion, and clicked his tongue in slight amazement.
This Spirit Corpses are really strong; if they're eroded a little deeper, the recovery process becomes much slower.
Moreover, even Tyrant's evolutionary genes were unable to evolve corresponding adaptive antibodies in a short period of time.
Absolutely terrifying!
What do you need me to do next?
Alpha also saw his palm, which was recovering from corrosion, and frowned slightly, but calmed himself down, reached out to cover his wound, and whispered in his ear:
"Just tell me what to do next, but you can't get hurt. You are our hope."
She also realized the dangers of this world.
This is completely incomparable to what it was before. Even if the twelve Demon King came, they probably wouldn't be able to gain the slightest advantage.
"There's no need for that."
Mahiro suddenly spoke up, Alpha frowned, about to say something, when Mahiro continued:
"We have guests."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a voice sounded from behind.
"Oh my, I've spotted some interesting monkeys! Are you out for a walk as a group?... And this defensive spell is quite intriguing; it can actually withstand the erosion of Spirit Corpses."
Such casual, seemingly casual, and unfamiliar words suddenly rang out, yet when the group heard them, they felt their scalps tingle and a chilling coldness creep up their spines.
Alpha, in particular, turned around abruptly as if she'd been electrocuted, only to be met with wide-eyed disbelief!
"When?!"
She saw a girl, like an angel, floating in mid-air, and like hitting a watermelon, she reached out and banged on the Phalanx above their heads.
After finishing typing, he looked thoughtful.
Despite the overwhelming presence of this girl, she didn't even sense her appearing behind her!
Not only that, the girl's appearance was also stunning.
Her delicate features seemed to have been meticulously sculpted by a top craftsman, giving her a bright and beautiful face that exuded elegance.
Her long, flowing hair, with its countless strands, cascading down to her knees in shades of purplish-pink, still shimmered with iridescent light like a prism even without sunlight, creating a dreamlike and ethereal scene.
Above their heads, a geometrically patterned halo was slowly rotating.
Her clothes were revealing, with most of her fair and smooth skin exposed, and her exposed abdomen looked particularly sexy, further highlighting her sexy and devilish figure.
The short top covered her chest, and the long skirt with a slit at the front accentuated her slender legs. The over-the-knee stockings and long gloves worn only on her right leg and right hand created an asymmetrical beauty.
The wings extending from her waist emitted a faint glow, and her purple pupils, encircling golden irises, seemed like something out of mythology.
"... Is this an angel?"
Miyuki's tone was heavy with doubt; she felt no redemption or kindness from this suddenly appearing angel girl.
Instead, a terrifying killing intent permeated the air!
Even Mayumi was experiencing such immense pressure for the first time.
In front of this angel, she couldn't even hope to move a finger, as if facing a natural enemy, inherently and firmly restrained!
"This guy isn't some kind of angel..."
Mahiro murmured softly.
He knew this guy's identity very well; he must be the "Hound," the sixth-ranked being created by the God of War.
Flügel.
In his memory, there was only one Flügel with such a face and speaking in such a tone.
"Jibril?" he called tentatively.
"Oh dear, how does a mere monkey know me?"
Jibril stopped banging and looked down at him with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
But then something occurred to him, and a smile crept across his face.
Before them, the angel bearing the name of slaughter slightly clenched her fist, and instantly a tremendous force gathered in her palm, forming a dark and ominous scythe.
"Since you know me, then stand still, okay? Don't worry, I just want to test the hardness of this turtle shell. Try your best to resist, and don't die! Otherwise, I'll be very disappointed."
He's clearly an angel, yet he wields the scythe of death...
This incongruous combination actually suits the Flügel perfectly.
Jibril slowly raised the scythe in her hand, the immense pressure of which was almost suffocating!
Miyuki and Mayumi have subconsciously started using CAD, infusing their Psions into the technique.
But their magic casting speed couldn't even keep up with the speed at which Jibril swung her scythe!
Just as the scythe fell, Mahiro dismantled the Phalanx.
He knew very well that magic of the level of the Phalanx couldn't withstand Jibril's attack unless he used a defensive spell that could withstand a nuclear bomb or higher.
He then turned to Miyuki and Mayumi, grabbed them with lightning speed, and threw them directly into the ring's space.
They dodged simultaneously with Alpha and New, avoiding Jibril's scythe.
Boom!
A loud bang.
In an instant.
The earth was torn apart, leaving a bottomless chasm.
"As expected, monkeys don't really understand human speech."
Jibril looked like she was having a real headache, but with a casual wave of her hand, she conjured up a scythe with terrifying power.
"I'll teach you to listen to people properly first!"
Just moments ago, Newt was dodging attacks when he suddenly appeared behind Jibril. His secretary outfit had transformed into a black slime combat suit, and he leaped high into the air, aiming a kick at Jibril's neck.
The sharp toes of the shoes sliced through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.
"A mere monkey, trying to rebel? How interesting."
Jibril, who was ambushed, showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, she grinned from ear to ear, making a dramatic facial expression.
A cross pattern appeared in its golden-purple pupils, accompanied by a wisp of fighting flame!
Anyone who knows Jibril knows that she's about to get a little serious now, as a reward for those who dared to defy her!
Just as Nuna's sharp heel was about to touch her neck, Jibril dodged and swung her scythe backward.
Swish--
The jet-black scythe sliced through the air, causing ripples to spread through the space.
But.
Her attack missed!