Installs clonoth, PLATINUM WINGS, forces a demon to astral-p

“Hmm /return.”
An exasperated voice appeared in his head like a surprise attack.
And this was not Qliphah Puzzle 545.
This was someone else who had been seated in their throne from the very beginning.
“The Misakas are more than just military clones /return. Not only can we approach those
not connected to the Misaka Network /backspace, but now they can also approach us
/return.”
“…”
“Misaka will praise you for this /return. It feels good /return. But just this once, okay
/escape? Hurry up and get it over with /return. Misaka wants to smugly strike back
against that person who obliterated Kamijou-chan as much as you do /return. And that’s
well worth temporarily lending you some power /return.”
Accelerator silently reached for his choker’s switch.
He only had to flick it with his finger.
What burst from his back was not black or white.
It was a pale and nearly transparent platinum.
Those wings were nearly as colorful as Holy Guardian Angel Aiwass’s, so the world around
them seemed to fade into the past.
A dull creaking sound followed.
This was nothing as shallow as swinging the wings around or sending out some kind of
projectile.
The surface blood flow did not matter.
He had cast off the pain of this world long ago.
His red eyes were looking to a deeper place.
“Master, I have detected Great Demon Coronzon’s thoughts. I’m a demon she created, so
establishing a connection is easy for me. Should I verbalize it for you?”
“If you want. It doesn’t change anything.”
He heard some unpleasant static like iron sand was pouring into his ears.
Accelerator’s mind had a lot of guests today. Yet another voice cut in.
“Damn…you!! What are you doing? That isn’t the Sephiroth or the Qliphoth. If…if you
embed something like this in the world, it will change things even more fundamentally
than Angel Fall!!”
“I don’t know what that means, so I’ll get right to the point. Qliphah Puzzle 545 has told
me most everything. You’re such a pain in the ass because you have a physical body of
flesh and blood. So I’ll shift that aside and cut it away.”
“Are you trying to apply a powerful external pressure to remove my soul from this
temporary body!?”
The microcosm of the body and the macrocosm of the planet were linked.
When something happened to one, it affected the other.
That theory was usually applied to use the micro as a way of moving the macro. To put it
extremely simply, refining magic power in the body and moving the arms or legs would
distort the larger physical world and produce flames or ice from the hand.
But this monster was different.
He used the macro as a way of moving the micro.
By adding a large tree to the cosmos and thoroughly shaking the world out to the ends of
the galaxy, he was applying a physical blow to a single person’s flesh and blood.
All to force an astral projection initiated by an external third party.
Now, had the #1 realized how similar this was to the holistic esper power some had hoped
to create within the immortal monster sealed for so long inside the Windowless Building
and freed by Lightning God Thor?
“Gah.”
“This will eliminate what made you so special. Being the strongest is boring. It’s like a
poison that dulls your sense of pain. You only get to see who you truly are once it’s been
stripped from you. So I’ll show you, Coronzon. I’ll show you who you are when you’re
stripped bare!!”
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?”

- New Testament Volume 22 Chapter 4 Part 16