The man in the turban steps out.

　When his shoe touches the small puddle of water that remains, it neither evaporates nor is absorbed, it runs dry.

　It's just like water coming to an end.

'Stop right there, Anahem, god of demise.

　The one who said this in a sharp tone was the Birth God Wenzel.

''What in the world do you want, you, the Four Tree God, outside the Withering Desert?　If you wield power in this divine realm, the flowers will wither away in the blink of an eye.

　Ignoring Wenzel's warning, Anahem, the Demise God, loosely walks over to the girls.

''........Or is it you, Romuenu, the culling god who destroyed the gods of this divine realm.......?''

I'm going to ask you a futile question.

　Without stopping, Anahem's voice is heavy.

'Wasted ... what do you mean by that?'

'If Rom'enu, the god of culling, is the other face of this Anahem, there's no way he would reveal it. If he spoke out that it wasn't so, no disgusted unu would believe him.

　So he says, "No.

'No. We'll talk it over and we'll clear up our misunderstandings.

"You look at each other for the first time in a long time, and then you say to me, 'How dare you bring this stigma of disorder to Anahem and then talk to me? Fool.

　Wenzel is at a loss for a reply.
　You seem like a dour man.

　Or perhaps he is feigning dourness and hiding the fact that he has destroyed a god.

''I apologize for my rudeness, please calm down, demon god. Why did you appear in this crowned celestial sphere?

While you were away, the fire dew was stolen. Or did you let Unu steal it for you?

　Anahem stared at Ennesone with a sharp, murderous stare.

''That, in the order of the godless, abominable demon king.

　Zesia stood in Anahem's line of sight and held out her hands as if to protect Ennesone.

'Ennesone didn't steal anything.

It's a dummy...!

Shut up, you little girls!

　Anahem blackmailed Ennesone and Zesia with a bold voice.

'No one but Unura can steal the fire and dew. Not in this da ku kadate.'

"I can assure you, God of the end. In the name of this God of birth.

　Then, with a murderous glare, Anahem said.

'Very well. Then hand over Ennesone.

"...what...?　I told you she wasn't the one who stole the fire dew....

If you say you didn't steal it, hand it over. If you're telling me you're innocent, then hand it over.

　Just the words Anahem uttered caused a heavy pressure to be placed on Wenzel and the others.
　The flowers in the divine realm fluttered and the petals scattered.

''What do you plan to do?''

"I will cast down the gauntlet. This is the end of the line.

　The words were relentless.
　If I'm not careful, I can see the signs that she's about to pounce on me.

''........She is not of God's order, but to me she is as good as my own child. How can I hand her over to you when I hear that my beloved child is coming to an end?

Shit. Did you really think this Anahem would understand that kind of crap?

　Guillory, he glares at Wenzel and the others.

'The God of the End is worthy of belief in one thing. The End and the Word of Life.'

''........This god tribe, I have no idea what you're talking about.......''

　Eleonor muttered softly as she braced herself.
　Anahem heard it, or perhaps he heard it, and turned his eyes to her.

''When the root cause comes to an end, it releases everything it has cultivated in its lifetime into the world. This divine eye that controls the end of samsara will not miss it.

　Magic power emanated from Anahem's body and the divine realm shook as if it was threatening.

''The root of the end does not lie. Therefore, it is extremely easy to pursue it. Lead us to the end and that's all that matters.''

　He will have the right to know the memories and minds of those he has destroyed, without reserve.

If Ennesone is innocent, what will he do?

　Anahem said, as if unmoved.

'Tremble with delight. Specially, I'll extend your demise by five minutes.

　Rising from the dried up lake, Anahem continues to move forward.
　Her feet stomped on the flowers, and they withered and withered away, along with the flowers around her.

　Lauzel, the god of flowering plants, grimaced in pain.

You are not allowed to go down on the ground!

　＜With the magic of the Sanctuary (Ask), the magic power accumulated in the palm of his hand and Eleonor fired the Sanctuary Cutthroat Cannon (Theo Trias).

　The huge light cannonball swallowed Anahem, the god of demise, with great force.
　It's just like a flood. The overwhelming light of magical power showered on his entire body, however, the man moved forward without a care in the world.

''Lie, it's not working at all!

　The that converted love and kindness into magical power. Even though it was supposed to be effective against the divine race, Anahem, the god of demise, proceeded to lightly push the light away with his hand.

''This Anahem is the god who controls the end of the root cause. There is no such thing as ending the life of the Unura.

There is a gap....

　＜Under the cover of the , Zesia had come around behind the Demise God.
　Leaping and swinging her Enhale, she multiplied it countless times with her
''Zecia, don't do it! Run away!

　The demi-god catches the swung down en-hale with his left hand.
　Instantly, the sword barrel of the light shattered into pieces.

''Like a Kiroku puppet!''

　Anahem's hand blade slashed diagonally across Zesia's body.
　Blood poured out in a thud and she was instantly doomed.

''
　Eleonor's magic circle wrapped around Zesia and she was revived.

　However, it was the decoy that rolled Zesia's corpse - the moment Eleonor focused on , the demigod was a step closer to closing the gap.

　At close range, Anahem drew his curved sword.

''
　Earth, water, fire, and wind, the four magic circles form a warding, and Eleonor defends himself.

'Drown in the end. Kosen-To Guslami.

　The white curved sword that was swung down slipped through the <4 genus ward seal (de Igeria)> and sliced through Eleonor's hand.

　No, it also slipped through her hand, slipped through her skull, and its blade passed through her body.

''....''

　The only thing slashed through is the root source of Eleonor.
　It slips through everything, slicing through only the root source and depleting its life. That would be the power of the Withered Sword Guzelami.

　Eleonor, who is skilled in the demonic eye to see the root source, was the first to notice this and retreated slightly.
　The root source was wounded, but it was not a fatal wound.

　Whipping her barely moving body, she prepared to give chase.
　However, at that moment, Anahem had already disappeared from her sight.

　Her target - Ennesone.
　The Demon God, who came close in a moment's time, thrust the Withered Demon Sword straight into her young body.

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　The azure shield prevented the withered demon sword from slicing through only the root source.
　It was Wenzel, the god of birth, who took it and protected Ennesone.

'The first drop of the beginning will soon become a pond and a mother sea. My sweet child, wake up. Nativity Life Shield, Avrohellian.

　The azure shield shines dazzlingly.

　Even though the withering demon sword Guselami raises particles of magic power, Wenzel's shield cannot be slipped through, not even a scratch can be made.

　No, to be precise, the shield is damaged.
　But one part of the shield after another is being born anew.

　It is made of the root only, and even though it dies and perishes, it continues to be born anew.
　It was the shield of life.

'Draw, Anahem. You, who respects order, do you intend to fight among the four gods of the tree?

"Telling.

　Absentmindedly, Anahem grabs the nativity life shield Avrohellian.

'With the Unu that governs birth, there will be no conflict.'

　If the Demise God put in some effort, Wenzel's body would swoop up.
　There was no superiority between the Nativity Life Shield and the Withered Demon Sword, but Anahem was far superior in terms of arm strength.

''You're in the way. Move out of the way.''

.......................

　While lifting Wenzel above his head with his shield, Anahem went straight ahead and swung the withering sword at Ennesone.

　But this time, a faintly glowing ward stopped it.
　It's a magical barrier created by Eleonor's pseudo-root source.

'I know how to prevent that crooked sword,'

In vain.

　With a gulp of force, the demon god slashed through the magical barrier of the pseudo-root source.

　At that moment, a gentle voice rang out.

''O pollen, dance.''

　At a signal from the flowering god Lauzel, pollen danced from the flowers in the divine realm all at once.

''The wind is coming!　The wind of the tree crown celestial sphere carries the pollen of the Flowering God!

　Hearing Wenzel's words, Eleonor and the others reacted instantly.
　A green-green wind blew across the divine realm of the flower field. The girls took a great leap and rode it as if chasing after the pollen.



　In the blink of an eye, Zesia made the V-sign to the demigod that had moved away and become the size of a pea grain.

''--I won't miss.

　As if a heavy voice had sounded, the next moment, Anahem, the God of Demise, leapt at once and jumped to a branch near Ennezone.

''Enne-chan!''

　Eleonor pulled the magic line and the withered demon sword grazed Ennesone's head.

　Although the fire and dew wind was carrying the girls at a tremendous speed, Anahem jumped from branch to branch and followed them everywhere.

''What an incredible god.......How can he be chasing us when he can't use ?

Can we....catch up...?

　Zecia looks at Anahem as he hops from branch to branch, holding his enhaire at the ready.

'No need to worry,'

　Wenzel said.

'If we get this far, that's the only branch we can jump over. We'll be able to get away with it somehow.

　She gazed at a large branch that was approaching.
　A moment later, she saw a white figure jump over to it.

　Anahem, the Demise God, immediately kicked the branch and headed towards Ennesone in a straight line.

''It's over.''

Yes. Can't talk about it another time.

　Wenzel effortlessly blocks the withered demon sword that was swung down with his shield.
　Having lost his foothold, Anahem can only fall down now.

''Kill it, Guzelami.''

　In the midst of the fall, Anahem throws the withering demon sword as a last scraping step.

　The curved sword, which was headed straight for Ennesone, was received by Eleonor with a magical barrier of pseudo-root source.

　Anahem falls, and the girls move away on the wind.
　Holding up his index finger, Eleonor said.

'They don't like a persistent man, you know.

　And then...

Sister Zecia..........

　Ennesone let out a scream.
　Eleonor huffed and turned around and saw something like a cloth wrapped around Zesia's neck.



　She tried to cut the cloth with her enhaire, but she could not cut it.
　It was the object containing the divine order, the untied turban of the demise god.

　I followed the white cloth and found an arm at the end of it, with Anahem hanging from it.
　A sharp, murderous eye light is directed at Ennesone.

''--I won't let you escape.