"Oh, the catalogue of forbidden books has played a role, it seems that these magic tricks still have some effect, they can even release a high temperature of 3,000 degrees, do you want to steal 103,000 magic books." Naraku shook the glass in his hand as he said something dangerous, "Forget it, that thing doesn't have much use for me. ”

Unbeknownst to Intix, she had just avoided an almost inexplicable catastrophe, but since it wasn't going to happen, it didn't matter.

"However, there is no steel rope tied to the body and there is no protective measures, so I dare to do this kind of stuntman do, as the saying goes, dogs have to bite when they are in a hurry, and people can sometimes do unexpected things when they are forced to be in a hurry." Naraku muttered as he watched the moment Ma use Steele's two-handed sword to cut off the Flame Titan with his sword in both hands before the explosion, skipping over the handrail, grabbing the handrail of the next floor as he fell, and pulling his body back into the hallway.

Although he described it in words of surprise, he was actually not much shocked, because he understood what kind of person he was to be a person.

"And jumping from the second floor is not something that ordinary people can easily do, but it's time to think of a way." Looking at Dangma, who ran into the dormitory again, Naraku muttered to himself.

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Not long after Naraku finished speaking, the fire alarm set up inside the building went off in one breath.

The loud sound like an air raid made Steele look up at the ceiling.

[Did he think that this would quench the flame of hunting the witch king? 】

Such a stupid tactic made Steele not even laugh, but his whole body was drenched because of it, which made Steele feel very unhappy.

Steele glared angrily at the crimson fire alarm on the wall.

It's easy to get the alarm off, but there's no way to stop it from this end, and while the student dormitories are almost empty during the summer vacation, things can be much more troublesome when the fire brigade arrives.

"Humph!"

Steele looked around twice, and decided to take Intex away first, anyway, his purpose was only to recover Intix, there was no need to be so obsessed with killing Shangjo, and before the fire brigade arrived, this stinky boy was probably warmly embraced by the witch hunting king who automatically tracked the enemy, and turned into pitch-black char or white ashes.

[Anyway, the elevator shouldn't stop, right?] 】

At this moment, there was a dinging sound behind him, like the metallic sound of a microwave oven, and Steele breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the elevator was still working.

However, Steele suddenly realized.

Who is it? Who used the elevator? 】

There was a rattling sound behind him, the sound of the old elevator doors opening, and then there was the sound of crackling footsteps, only one footstep on the sprinkler-soaked floor, echoing through the hallway.

Steele turned his head slowly.

He didn't even know why he was trembling a little inside him.

Kamijo stood there when hemp.

[What's going on?] Where did the witch hunting king, who automatically tracked enemies, go? 】

Steele's head is constantly idling, and the hunting of the witch king is like the latest missile on the fighter jet, once locked, it will never let the prey escape, no matter how far it hides in the world, the three-thousand-degree flame body will go straight towards the enemy, and the walls, obstacles, and even steel on the road will be melted, and it is impossible to get rid of the pursuit of the witch king.

However, Kamijo Danma was standing there.

He also stood there with an invincible expression.

"Runes are supposed to be carved into the walls and floors, right?" Kamijo, bathed in the icy artificial rain, said, "I'm really convinced of you!" You're really good, and if your runes are really carved into the wall with a knife, then I don't have any chance of winning, and you can show off to your friends. ”

Kamijo raised his right wrist as he spoke, pointing his index finger at the top of his head.

ceilings, sprinklers.

"How is that possible! How could a 3,000-degree flame body be extinguished by such water vapor! ”

"Idiot! It has nothing to do with fire! Think about all the weird stuff you've put up in people's homes! ”

Steele remembered that the tens of thousands of runes in the student dormitory were all printed on photocopy paper, and the paper would become fragile when exposed to water, which was something that kindergarten children also knew.

As long as you use a sprinkler to sprinkle the whole building with water everywhere, what is the use of more symbols? There's no need to sweat inside a building, just press a button and all the pieces of paper will be finished.

"- Hunt the Witch King!"

But as soon as Steele shouted, the Flame Titan crawled down the hallway again, and came to the back of the upper strip, the elevator door melting like maltose.

The raindrops hit the body of the flame, hissing like the murmur of a wild beast.

"Hahahahaha! You're amazing! You're a combat genius! But you don't have enough experience! Photocopy paper is not like toilet paper, and it is not so fragile that it completely sticks when you get wet! ”

The magician spread his hands and laughed like an explosion.

The Witch Hunter raised his hammer-like arm after the magician gave the order to kill him.

"Don't bother me."

The previous article only said three words. Without even looking back, with a backhand wave of his right hand, the Flame Giant God who was touched by his right hand exploded in all directions with a ridiculous sound.

"What?"

At that moment, Steele Magnus's heart almost completely stopped in an instant.

The witch-hunting kings scattered around did not come back to life, and the black pieces of flesh like heavy oil were scattered on the floor, slowly squirming weakly.

"How is this possible! Why is this happening! The photocopy paper shouldn't break! ”

"But what about the ink?" Kamijo said.

Steele felt the sound of the upper strip reach his ears, as if it had taken five years.

"Even if the photocopy paper is not broken, will the ink be spent when it is wet?" Kamijo said slowly, "Well, but looking at the way it just now, there should still be fish that slipped through the net!" ”

The shards of the Witch King squirmed on the floor, but as the sprinklers continued to rain artificial rain, the black pieces of flesh began to dissolve in the air one by one. Under the baptism of heavy rain, the ink on the photocopying paper that was plastered everywhere in the building was gradually taken away, and the power of the flame giant god disappeared bit by bit.

One by one, the pieces of meat disappeared, and finally even the last slice was invisible.

"Innocentius hunts the King of Witches!"

The magician's voice was like shouting into a phone that had been hung up.

"Then it's all ......"

The words of the previous article made the magician's whole body tremble.

Uejo's numb foot took a step towards Steele Magnus.

“Innocentius……”

The magician kept calling, but the world gave him no response.

Uejo's feet continued towards Steele Magnus.

"Innocentius, Innocentius, Witch Hunt!" The magician kept yelling, but nothing changed in the world.

Uejo's numb foot began to run like a bullet towards Steele Magnus.

"AshToAsh (Dust to Dust)! DustToDust! SqueamishBloodyRood! The magician began to wail, but let alone the Flame Giant, not even the Flame Sword no longer appeared.

Uejo's footsteps finally came to Steele Magnus, but Uejo didn't stop and continued to rush forward.

He clenched his fists.

The featureless right hand, as long as the opponent has no supernatural power, is completely useless right hand, and there is no way to use it to defeat a bad boy, no way to increase test scores, and no way to use it to take the right hand of the sister.

But this right hand, very useful, can at least be used to flatten the bastard in front of him.

Kamijo's fist, known as the fist of Kamijo's friendship fist, is buried in the mage's cheek.

The magician's body spun in the air like a bamboo dragonfly, and the scoop on the back of his head hit the metal handrail.