'Did I lose?'
Monado raised his sword, and the magic of thunder began to appear.
As long as he put his arm down, he could cut Andrew into two pieces.
But at this moment, facing such a desperate situation, Andrew calmed down.
'Yes, there was nothing to be afraid of death.'
Andrew could see the worried eyes of his friends in the crowd from his blurry sight.
He could see the scene of Newton in deep sorrow.
He could see the agitated look on Nason's face.
'There are still many friends waiting for me to go back.
I still have something to do.
Mauser and Mia were waiting for me to create a fair future.
Everyone is waiting for me to grow up.
But is my life going to stop here?'
"Go to hell, little bastard!"
Monado laughed wildly and happily, using his Joy of Fish Intestine.
The huge thunder blade split the ground and slashed at Andrew.
However, Andrew, who had run out of both magic power and physical strength, had no strength to move a finger.