As far as Yutong Juai is concerned, the attack of this magician who specializes in shelling magic is not very difficult to crack. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Artillery Magic, while extremely powerful, is in some ways sacrificing a considerable degree of flexibility in exchange for firepower and speed, and cannot be changed as long as the direction of the launch is determined.

Yutong Juai's figure constantly changed its position in the air, and it was able to dodge Marisa's continuous bombardment, and those thick pillars of light kept passing by, and Yutong Juai could even smell the scorching air. He was a little surprised that this girl named Marisa Kiriyu had such a strong strength, and this power could be regarded as a considerable degree of combat power in the outside world.

It's not like he didn't think about fighting back, in fact, he has a place to restrain himself. There are some things in his body, which makes him unable to give his best, originally he was in the outside world, because of the power of human negation, he couldn't take it out, and after arriving in Gensokyo, he planned to settle down as soon as possible, and wanted to find a place to take that thing out of his body, but before he could settle down, he was forced to fight with the magician, which was a little difficult for him.

It's pointless to think about it now, Yutong Shiai has dodged a shelling again, and her eyes glowing with silver light look at the girl at the end of the shelling like a pillar of light, and the magic makes the girl seem to be bored by Yutong Shiai's constant avoidance of her attacks like this, and she chokes her face.

"Don't hide like this all the time! Shoot me back! ”

Yutong Shiai smiled bitterly, he didn't reply, just hid farther away, a little bit trying to distance himself from the magician who was constantly pursuing. Marisa snorted, pulling out a large number of stars from under her skirt and scattering them out. These star chips turned into a star-shaped barrage in the air, smashing towards Yutong Shiai. This time, these star-shaped barrages are no longer so light that humans can take them over, and the space where Yutong Shiai dodges is covered by these star-shaped barrages.

“…… Hey, isn't that a little too much. ”

In this case, only the final hole card can be used.

Yutong Shiai looked at the barrage with nowhere to hide in the sky with some embarrassment, took a deep breath, raised his hands, and stared at Marisa Kiriyu.

"Throw-drop-la-!!"

The winner cannot continue to attack the loser, as is the rule of Spell Card Battles. Marisa Kiriyu looked at the young man's disheveled clothes smashed by the star-shaped barrage, but he raised his hands to make an innocent expression, and became depressed.

"You guy, don't you want to fight me like that?"

Yutong Shiai smiled bitterly. Not only does he not want to fight the other party, but he can't beat him. So he also followed the spell card rules that the other party had just proposed, and surrendered very simply.

"To be honest, I don't have any reason to fight, I just want to go to the world to see the customs of Gensokyo, but I didn't see the customs, so I first saw the power of the magic of Gensokyo."

He wasn't angry about it, and to be honest, it would be bad news if there were only weak humans in the world built by the youkai sages on this land.

The young magician named Marisa Kiriyu scratched his head and fell to the ground, a little displeased.

"It's hard to find a monster from the outside world, but it's a guy who doesn't want to fight, it's really boring."

She looked at Reimu to the side.

"Reimu, let's go find Xianglin, leave this guy alone."

"Marisa, you were worried about yourself, so you came down to see it."

Hakurei's shrine maiden doesn't seem to intend to save face for her friend.,She seems to have forgotten the duties of the shrine maiden she once said.,In the face of Yutong Shiai, she just waved her hand.。

"Hurry up, get out of the way in front of us, youkai."

Then the two of them climbed the sky again and left in the direction of Xianglin Hall under the gaze of Yutong Shiai, who couldn't react. Yutong Shiai didn't retract his gaze with some residual thoughts until the other party flew away, looking at the potholes on the plain that had been bombarded by the magic cannon.

“…… What the hell is going on with these two guys. ”

Inexplicably came down, inexplicably announced the rules of Gensokyo's battle, and then inexplicably made a move, and finally inexplicably let himself go. But this kind of thing also reminded Yutong Shiai that Gensokyo is not weak, Gensokyo has the power of the remaining monsters beyond the outside world, and this power is by no means allowed to sit and eat empty.

Naming the Duel Act, this is the rule that appeared within Gensokyo in order to keep the power alive, at least that's what Yuki Juai thinks. In a limited space, keep the internal strength fresh under the premise of minimal internal friction, so as to avoid the decline of strength.

That's the kind of thing.

Yutong Shiai thought about it and made a decision. He no longer headed in the direction of the earth, but turned around and followed the direction the two girls had left. To be exact, he was heading towards the forest from which he came.

He decided to pull the thing out of his body immediately.

It took a few hours to walk like this, and because of entering Gensokyo, I walked out of the forest with the help of the blonde humanoid envoy, and came to the Xianglin Hall with Linnosuke, and went out of the Xianglin Hall, until I met the strange two girls just now, and the day was almost over, and now I reached the edge of the forest, and the sunset had already set.

He was not afraid of the eerie-looking forest under the setting sun, and went straight into it, crisscrossing the branches of the trees on top of each other, blocking out the already small amount of light, and the moist and sultry smell also filled the forest. Poisonous spores float in the air, and slippery moss beneath your feet.

He froze, stopped in a place full of dangers for humanity, and closed his eyes.

This thing was sealed in his body a hundred years ago, and now he wanted to take it out, and he also remembered that day a hundred years ago, and just like today, it was dusk.

On that day, boundless darkness churned from the distant sky, like ink in water. The fiery clouds of dusk burned with blood-colored rust, struggling, burning, unable to stop, dormant in the heavens. In the sky, the night began to gradually soak in the afterglow of the setting sun, swallowing up the last light in the world.

The evening breeze blows, and it is the former boy who is bound to the holy white cross. The chains trapped his limbs and torso, and the extra chains drooped down, colliding with each other in the wind, making a heavy metal crash. Suddenly, he felt his cross come down, and his gaze to the distant horizon shifted to the sky.

The Savior, Jesus Christ, rested on the seventh day of Good Friday with a spear through his ribs, taking his last breath. The executioner's name was Langinus.

However, the boy was not Jesus Christ, so his executioner was not the famous god killer, but the smallest of the ten Gospels of the Holy See, and now the only one, the Gospel of the Cross. The silver-haired girl stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the golden light gilded the girl's long silver hair with a faint gold, but it blurred her face.

Behind her, people in black robes carried long black boxes, which contained the weapon used by the god killer to kill the gods, the famous Langinus, the spear that killed the gods and slashed the spear of illusion.

The boy stared at the Gospel of the Cross. There was no emotion in her gaze, and there was no intent. Sometimes, human beings are no longer able to have emotions for each other, whether it is good or evil, giving and asking, good and bad.

And the boy at that time was just looking at this girl who couldn't have emotions for him.

The girl opened the box and suddenly pulled out the spear that was nearly three meters long. The wild and sharp spear cut through the bottomless night, and turned upside down, the tip of the spear hanging from the boy's heart. The blood-red remnant sun was obscured by the massive and terrifying blades of the spear, casting a shadow of despair over the young man's delicate face. She stood in front of the boy's head, holding the spear of Longinus upside down in both hands, her long hair hanging down to hide her face, but her eyes shone with a dark silver light as if they were burning.

The sunset is about to burn out. When the darkness swallows the last rusty cloud of fire, the spear will fall, killing the fantasy monster. The world will belong to humanity, and since humanity has chosen their path, it will have to learn to give up something. What stands in the way must be buried.

Therefore the witch is hunted, and therefore the illusion is eliminated. This is the path chosen by humanity.

Fireworks, ruins, spears, blood lipids.

Above the ruins of the Vatican, the boy was stabbed into a spear meant to kill the gods.