The posture is normal eye.

　The most basic stance.

　Because it is located in the center of the body, it goes upward at once when you want to go to the upper level, and goes downward at once when you want to go to the lower level.
　It can move freely to the left or right.

　Because it is in the middle of the stage, it can go anywhere it wants to because it is in the center of everything.
　It is the same in life.

　The middle way.

"What's wrong with stopping the movement!　You've given up!　All right, you walkers, surround them!　And we can turn Dariel to our people!

　No matter how violent the tyranny, I will not let my heart surge.

　By making it as flat as the surface of a lake, my heart can also reflect the sky.

　The color of the sky is white.
　The color of the sky is white.

　It is the most appropriate color to reflect nothingness.

　We have a body and a mind.
　Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for us to become true nothingness, and our coiled mind that pushes us to become nothingness keeps us away from it.

　My great, two fathers taught me this.

　That Mr. Alanziel will overcome the worst confusion of hatred.
　Mr. Granberza taught me to give in to charity.

　All of these are conditions that each of us have arrived at for most of our lives.
　It's presumptuous of me, still a young man, to try to approach that state of mind.

　But I can dream of that place, even if I am a reluctant child, if I follow the example set by my predecessors.

　That is what it means to pass on the legacy.

　One step further, towards the markers set by the greats.
　This Dariel takes the first step now.

　May he who comes after me take another step.

　For that, Drismegian.
　You are a hapless wretch, passed down to no one and sent back to no one.

　You are in my way.

"The white color...

　Namely.

'This is the Sky'

　The technique released from my Hermes Sword was not the 'Great Emperor's Splitting Sky' or the 'Supreme Emperor's Splitting Sky'.
　It was a completely new technique.

　This is the sky.

　The slash that was released in that name wasn't the Drismegian, nor was it any of the surrounding ghosts, nor was it the earth itself that was attacking....

　It was a white slash in the heavens of hell.

''Wha?　What.........?

　Drismegian also looks up at the sky while falling in love with it.
　The sky of hell is gradually shifting along the carved cuts.
　It is torn apart bit by bit.

''No wait........?　It's going to be ripped apart!　Hell!　What does that mean!　How is that possible!　But it's ripping us apart!　The slashed hell itself is ripping apart ugh!

　Drismegian was the master of hell.
　That's why he could understand the feeling of his world collapsing.

'No way!　You're a liar!　..........Unstoppable!　I can't repair the rupture carved in hell!　I can't stop the collapse, okay?

　The anomaly grew larger and larger.
　No longer did the rupture run not only to the heavens but also to the surface of hell, the prison flames were sucked into the chasm and the departed fell and disappeared.

　How could they fall further down than hell?
　But at the bottom of it all would be complete nothingness. They had been freed from the torment of hell.

This irreversible, irreversible destruction of Arantzill, couldn't that be it?
You took the hit yourself, does that occur to you?

　The 'Seioh Slaughterhouse' that surpasses the 'Super Emperor Slaughterhouse' that Aranzir-san has created as a new frontier.

　The technique I unleashed was just an imitation of that.
　The one I imitated is another one though.

''Dariel!　Are you going to perform the same feat as Arantziel?　...or not?　Extremely similar, but if that's all it is, it's not enough to be an inexplicable force to break open hell!　Something else has been added to it!

　Now, hell was getting torn to shreds, with the rips I had carved here and there spreading.

　There was a light emanating from that rupture.
　The color of the light was white.

This white light, could it be...?
''You know that one too, don't you?　That's another one of those tricks you ate.

　The white flame released by Lord Granbaza.

　The answer that she arrived at, that charity is the power of the flame, was the Jikou Kabuto Roshi Heaven, which took on the form of an exquisite technique.

　Drismegian was unable to move against the white flame.
　Will the bitter memories come back to life?

''Do you mean to say that Arantzill's technique and Grumberza's technique are combined?　That's ridiculous!　There's no way I could do that...!
Drismegian. You're the worst person I've ever met in hell. An enemy of the world itself is an unimaginable challenge.

　But it's because they are such a terrible opponent.

''You can't take them down without combining the secret secrets of two of our best heroes, right?

　Aranzir's 'Qing'o Splitting Sky' by Aranzir.
　Granbaza-sama's 'Jikou Kabuto Roshi Heaven'.

　I understood these two great techniques in my own way, and after extracting the key points, I put them together.

　That technique is the "Koreku".

　The empty blade that is released from the sky slashes and splits even the world.

''What nonsense!　If such a thing can be achieved so easily, then what were my hundreds of years of toil in hell!

　Drizmegian was in a state of confusion.

'Aranzir's technique is an aura!　Grand Barzas are magic!　You can't make it fit!　It's like water and oil combined!　.... but it is the only way to make it possible.

　Hell's, complete collapse had begun.
　White cracks no longer covered the whole of hell and were about to be carved into a thousand pieces.

　The departed would be ripped apart along with the earth of hell and would disappear and never suffer again.
　They would sink into the repose of nothingness.

'Dariel!　How did you manage to merge your aura with your magical power!　Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to explain it!
What's done is done, right?
　You've got to be kidding me!　You're too much of a joke!　You have a youngster's look of ignorance ah!
So much for being on your own, taking advantage of others to get where you are.

　You are too concerned with self.
　Hundreds of years spent in solitude, unaware of the fellowship of others, are not worth a year of communing with all and dwelling as part of it.

I learned a precious lesson from those two men I admire. "I inherited a noble lesson from those two men whom I respect, and I will tell my children. That is the extent of what has destroyed you today.
'No!　No, no, no!　It's the ultimate in humanity's quest for the ultimate frontier!　You have successfully merged your aura with magic!　With his power, he destroyed hell and the world itself!　This is a deadly blade that can reach even Ozin-sama!

　White cracks began to spread to Drismegian's extremities.

　Hell is he himself.
　That's what he said.

　So if hell is destroyed, he himself will have no choice but to disappear as well. And Drismegian will disappear with hell.

"But...!　When it comes to fusing aura and magic, where did you get your magic power from?　You are a human race. You can absolutely only handle aura. That's why I was about to finally fuse with you to reach that stage...!

　For a moment, the Drismegian stopped moving.
　It was no longer clad in countless white cracks, as if he had noticed something.

''Well........so it's Bashbursa!
What?
'You took the magic factor from the fading away and captured it?　I never thought I'd be able to do that!　But!　What an oddity!　Wonderful!

　What is he talking about?
　Why is there a Bashbursa here?

　That guy who came back as a hell-raiser and then disappeared in my arms...?

''Look, Mr. Ozin!　This wonderful polarity!　This is human evolution at its finest!

　The Drismegian's body was chopped into cracks, his limbs and other parts of his body were already rotting in tatters.

'You Dariel!　Dariel, who took in Bashbursa's magic factor and came to create a fusion of aura and magic power spirit energy!　It will bring you to your doom!　The credit is mine!

　Huh?

'It was completed when I found Dariel and bumped Bashbursa!　Dariel is my masterpiece!　Please see to it, Master Ozin!

　Don't talk to me like that.
　You don't get anything from me.

　I've borrowed and taken things from a lot of people, but you're the only one who gave me anything.
　You're the only one who got nothing from me.

I am the one!　I am your loyal servant!　I worked for you until the end, right up to the end!　It's a shame I couldn't get to the bottom of it myself, but I'm sure Dariel will be able to finish it off for me.　My hope is that I will be able to give you what you want, and I will surely show you how to overthrow you!
Die.

　I couldn't keep up with them, and I brought down the remaining sword on Drismegian.

　It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of it.
　The fragments also dissolved into even finer particles, which also vanished into complete nothingness.

　As if in response, hell itself also shattered with a white light, leaving not a single fragment behind.

　Everything returned to nothingness.