There was a foggy chaos in his mind, and the boy felt as if his body was going to lose control at any moment, and perhaps the only thing that could keep him in this state without falling unconscious was that trace of persistence......

The wind, all around everyone, the icy temperature touched the skin, and the cold made everyone feel excited.

Like a medieval knight's spear, the spear-killing stick smashed towards the dazed boy with the sound of breaking the sky, and the speed, the weight, no one doubted that the hedgehog-headed boy in thin clothes could stop the power of slashing mountains.

There was also chaos in his ears, and he could hear the girl's screams and shouts, but the voice seemed to come from a distant place, faintly, and he couldn't hear it clearly, but a certain feeling from the bottom of his heart made the boy find a new strength out of nowhere, and he raised his right hand against the spear of the water, which was - 'Fantasy Killer'

A magical existence capable of eliminating all supernatural powers, it is also the source of chaos in the world.

can't stop it, Shangjo Danma's face was already stained with blood and dust, showing a bit of bitterness, perhaps, it was just the hope of life that made him do this stupid thing comparable to a mantis arm blocking a car!

Death didn't come as promised, and it played a little joke with Jo-kun and knocked on the door from outside, but it didn't come in.

The black mist shrouded in a red pattern like molten lava, and the high-temperature crimson mixed with black and silver fragments combined into the columnar object standing in front of the upper strip.

"It's the Demon Stick, and this is the Secret Optimus Pillar. ”

Although the person holding this spirit weapon hadn't used it a few times, God Crack was one of the members who had participated in the battle against Archangel Klatir, and the act of someone making a stupid move to send a weapon in that battle was still fresh in his memory, so even if the appearance of the Demon Stick changed, God Crack still recognized it at a glance.

"What Devil Stick?"

Emperor Yuangen found that the three pairs of pure white wings he had stretched out suddenly increased by dozens of times when he approached the iron pillar that suddenly appeared, and his head seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and he almost fell asleep.

"Master Fang Hong's blade, he's still here after all. ”

Although the task he received from the Puritan sect was to protect the safety of the 'Fantasy Killer' without disturbing the 'Divine Sons', looking at the current situation, he was probably not the opponent of the Right Seat of the Gods, if Fang Hong did not make a move...... I'm afraid that the fantasy killer will definitely die, in that case, it is better to fail the mission than to die the target.

As a senior magician of the Cross Sect, William naturally wouldn't fail to recognize the magic power that obviously had the mark of belonging to someone, the feeling that gave people a contradictory and full of strange harmony, it couldn't be wrong, it should be the magic fluctuation that belonged to Fang Hong.

"Master Fang Hong, did Miss Eriyi stop you after all?"

Spat out a very standard Mandarin from the throat of the water, the tea-haired man with the bear-like stature stared at the ever-changing transparent stream of water in front of him.

"Guess?"

The water flow quickly twisted into the shape of a girl, and then the bones and skin quickly emerged, and the girl formed by the water flow made a move, and the magical power of the environment surrounded her body, transforming into a set of wide overalls that looked very rustic.

“……”

Fortunately, it was not the first time that William had dealt with Klatill, but he knew how bad Fang Hong's character was, an angel clone, although he was a little embarrassed by a sentence, but he would not be angry with Klattil.

"If I guess, there's a good chance that Miss Eri didn't stop you, otherwise according to my opinion, she would have been able to stop you for at least thirty minutes. ”

Before the words fell, a cold female voice came from behind William and reached everyone's ears.

"William Jun really overestimated me, I can't stop Fang Hongjun, after all, not every mage can learn the doppelganger technique. ”

Eri Uesugi Ei, the shrine maiden of Meiji Jingu Shrine, floats like a ghost to this quiet battlefield, her face is beautiful, and she is as beautiful as a fairy in the moonlight.

Yes, you must know that Eri's appearance is enough to be compared to Klattil, Clartile is an angel, a 'perfect' deity, although Clartile is beautiful, but she lacks popularity, and looks a little rigid like a doll, while Eri is different, she ...... I'm afraid it's the prettiest human girl on the planet......

The angel hugged the lower armpit of the upper jo and did not let him fall (he didn't dare to touch his hand, Klattil's body was made of angelic power, so it would be erased by the fantasy killer), and found that although the hedgehog-headed boy looked miserable, most of them were skin injuries, and the most serious was a slight shock injury to the internal organs, thinking to himself, Klattier pulled away the Eri coat in front of him and took the lead in speaking: "William, do you Roman Orthodox Christians want fantasy killers so much?"

"Not really. ”

Surprisingly, the water behind the knight's spear shook his head, he looked at the hedgehog-headed boy who was held in Klattil's arms, and said in a deep voice: "If the fantasy killer is in your hands, I won't even come to hit its attention, so you understand?"

Almost understood.,I see.,There's a way that the husband is not guilty of his crimes.,Shangjo when Ma is a member of the science side of the school city.,But he has a right hand that is enough to destroy any magical power.,Moreover,The fantasy killer is also related to the god of magic that exists in the legend.,With such a right hand, Shangjo Danma is like a child walking alone on the street with a dog's head gold in his arms.,Fate and conspiracy take turns.,The entire magic side surfaced because of it.,William Orwell knew that he couldn't go on like this.,The power of magic can't appear in front of ordinary people again.,So he wants to take away the fantasy killer. , he has to rely on the power of the right seat of the gods to deter those who are ready to move.

It seems like a very ordinary night,It's hard to imagine that in a corner of the school city,Four magical side occupy the ruling class of the extraordinary beings and a local superpower of the school city are facing each other less than a kilometer away。

Although William Orwell didn't want to leave like this, he knew that he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to accomplish his purpose when he saw the big-nosed young man coming over, if the intelligence was not wrong, the current Fang Hong Mage, the realm should have reached the fourth stage of the transcendental, and now if he created a phase space, then William would probably not be able to escape now, he didn't think it was worth taking such a big risk.

"In that case, then Mr. William, why don't we make a bet!"

Since the fantasy killer can only be kept by the strong, then let Shangjo become a strongman, Fang Hong thought so.

"Bet on what?"

William frowned, he felt as if something wasn't quite right.

"Bet on the ownership of the fantasy killer, ten days later, at twelve o'clock at noon, you and Ah Shang will fight again, as long as he wins, will you no longer pursue the fantasy killer. ”

"It's nature. William Orwell nodded, but quickly shifted: "What if I win?"

"This right hand is for you, and I'll ask the doctor to help prepare the prosthetic. ”

Kamijo Dangma looked up sharply and stared into William's eyes.

Please remember that the first domain name of this book is .. Three Heads M.