Intex and Kamijo Dangma walked briskly towards the public bathhouse, but the distance between the two was a bit long.

This reason is that he was bitten on the head as a result of improper wording.

If she wants to catch up with Intix, the angry white nun will run away like a wild cat when she sees Kamijo's figure, but after walking for a while, she will see Intix's back again, as if she was deliberately waiting for Kamijo.

Thinking that the destination is a public bathhouse anyway, Kamijo, who will always bump into each other in the end, gave up the chase.

"Huh?"

The idling thoughts suddenly stopped.

There was a strange feeling that Kamijo glanced at the clock on the neon sign of the department store, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and it was not time to go to bed at all, why was the surrounding area as quiet as a forest at night?

It's an amazing feeling.

Thinking back to just now, when I was walking with Intix, I didn't see half a passerby on the road

Kamijo tilted his head in suspicion and continued to walk forward.

When he walked to the side of the one-way, three-lane road, what was originally a subtle and wonderful feeling turned into an obvious abnormality.

Not a single one.

The large department store, which is lined up like drinks on the shelves of convenience stores, has no people entering or leaving, and the sidewalks, which used to feel very narrow, are now so wide that there are no cars in the lanes, and it looks like a car parked next to an airplane, and it is also like an abandoned, and there is no one in the car.

It's like walking on an agricultural road in the middle of nowhere.

"Steele just used the rune mark to drive away the Opila."

There was a chill, and a female voice suddenly came, like a Japanese knife stuck in Uejo's face.

There was no warning beforehand.

The girl did not hide in the shadows, nor did she sneak up behind him, she stood in the middle of the three-lane lane, which was as wide as an airplane taxiing runway, about ten meters away from him, blocking his way.

It's not too dark to see it, or Kamijo himself didn't notice it, it's not that simple, a moment ago, there was really no one, but just a moment later, a girl appeared there.

In order to disperse the crowd, he made the people in the vicinity feel that they didn't want to go near here for some reason, and most of the people should stay in the building, don't worry.

The body is more honest than he thinks - the blood in his body has now subconsciously concentrated on his right hand, and the pain like a rope tied tightly to his wrist makes him have an instinct: this guy is difficult to deal with.

Of course, this is also of course, and now Kamijo doesn't know that the girl in front of him has a combat power comparable to a nuclear warhead, and is one of the less than twenty saints in the world.

The girl wore a T-shirt and jeans with no leg on her left foot, barely within the normal range.

But the Japanese sword, which hung from her waist like a pistol, was more than two meters long, exuding a chilling killing intent.

Although you can't see the blade of the knife in the scabbard, just by looking at the black scabbard that depicts a lot of history like the pillars of the old house of the ancient Japanese warriors, you can know that this knife is not small.

"Is God pure against demons—what a good name." (Note: The Japanese pronunciation of God Pure Demon is the same as above)

The girl herself didn't feel nervous at all, it was as if she was gossiping, which made people feel even more terrible.

"Who are you?"

"My name is God Crack, Fire Weaving, and I don't want to say another name if I can."

"Another name?"

"Magical name."

Although he had already guessed it, Kamijo couldn't help but take a step back.

Magical Name - The name of the murder pronounced by Steele when he uses magic to attack the previous article.

"So, like Steele, you're a member of the Magical Society??" Only for a moment, Shen Crack frowned and showed an incomprehensible expression, and then said, "Oh, did the forbidden book catalog tell you?" ”

Kamijo did not answer.

The Magic Society, an organization that pursues Intiks for 103,000 magic books, wants to master all magic, change all the laws of the world, and aim to become a demon god.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush with you." God Crack closed one eye and said, "Before I say the name of the magic, I want you to give me that girl for protection." ”

A shudder.

Even if Kamijo has the trump card trick, that is, the ability of his right hand, he can't help but feel a chill at the enemy in front of him.

"What if I say no?"

Even so, Kamijo said so anyway, because he didn't have any reason to back down.

"Then it can't be helped." God Crack closed his other eye, "I'll just say my magic name and take her away." ”

There was a sudden thud that made my feet tremble like an earthquake.

It was almost like a bomb exploding, and in the corner of the sight, the night sky, which should have been a deep blue, appeared orange-red like the setting sun, and it seemed that in the distance—about a hundred meters away, huge flames were burning.

"Intix!"

The enemy is an organization, not to mention that the above article also knows what the name of that flame mage is.

Kamijo looked almost reflexively in the direction of the flame explosion, and at this moment, in an instant, the slash of the Divine Cracked Fire Weave had struck.

The distance between Kamijo and the Divine Crack is a full ten meters away, and the length of the Japanese sword of the Divine Crack is more than two meters, so for a girl, let alone swinging, it is impossible to even draw the knife out of the sheath.

-- That's how it should be.

But in the next moment, like a huge flash of laser light, the air immediately above Kamijo's head was torn apart, and Kamijo was so surprised that he couldn't move, and behind his right, the spiral blades of the wind turbine were quietly cut diagonally like cream.

"Please don't do that again." The voice came from ten meters away, "Once you take your attention away from me, there is only one way to die." ”

The Japanese sword, which was more than two meters long, had been retracted into its scabbard by the Divine Crack, and because the speed was so fast, Kamijo didn't even see the blade at all.

Kamijo couldn't move at all.

The reason why he can still stand now is because the God Crack deliberately didn't hit it - just barely understanding this, he has already spent all of Uejo's thoughts, and there is no sense of reality at all, such an incredible enemy, so that Uejo's comprehension speed can't keep up at all.

With a "bang", the sliced wind turbine blades fell to the ground behind the upper strip.

The fallen point of the broken blade is very close to the upper strip, but the upper strip can't even move!

The sharpness of the blow just now made Kamijo grit his teeth.

The god cracked open an eye that had been closed.

"I'll ask you again......" God Crack said with a slight squint, "Can you give me that girl for protection before I say the name of the magic?" ”

The voice of the god crack was very clear.

The cold voice almost seemed to tell Shangjo that there was nothing surprising about this level of attack.

"What nonsense are you talking about—"

The soles of the feet seem to be coated with adhesive, and the upper strip cannot move forward or backward.

Kamijo felt his feet tremble and his strength drained, as if he had just finished a marathon.

"What reason do I have to surrender to you"

"You can ask as many times as you want."

"Huh!" For a moment, the right hand of the god cracked inexplicably blurred, and then vanished.

With a "boom", accompanied by the roar of the wind, something hit at a terrible speed!?

It was like the illusion of a huge laser coming from all directions, followed by a huge tornado that looked like it had been created with a vacuum knife.

The asphalt, street lamps, and street trees arranged at fixed intervals on the ground were all cut by a hydraulic knife and the liver and intestines were broken, and fist-sized pieces of asphalt flew up and hit Shang Tiao's right shoulder, which alone made Shang Tiao fly out and almost faint.

Kamijo pressed his right shoulder with his hand, not daring to move his neck, but looking around with his eyes.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven – a total of seven straight lines of knife wounds, stretching for tens of meters on the smooth road, from all irregular angles, like scratches made with claws on the steel gate.

The sound of "ding", the sound of the knife being put into the sheath.

"I wish I could receive her before I say her name."

Touching the hilt of the knife with his right hand, the god said calmly, without hatred or anger.

Seven times. I didn't even see a single slash, just now at that moment, the Divine Crack had already sent out seven Juhe Slashes, and as long as the Divine Crack was willing, any of these seven times could cut the upper strip in half.

Seven slashes that must be killed.