The sound of continuous shelling resounded over the city of London, making people feel as if they had returned to the harbor shelled by battleships during the Age of Discovery.

When the roar stopped, Steele noticed that the crater had disappeared and was replaced by a massive iceberg.

And the surrounding sea water has also condensed into ice, and the ice surface even extends to the place where Steele is standing a hundred meters away.

"That's it, it's over."

Zax thought silently, and then shook the weapon in his hand.

Thirty-five swords of various kinds floating in the air all shouted and converged towards the weapon in his hand, which seemed to be merely blades, and then halfway through, all of them began to twist and deform, throwing themselves into the weapon in Zax's hand in a semi-liquid form.

Then, the otherwise bizarre weapon gradually began to roll, twist, change, and finally fix its shape.

Huge, heavy, hard, sharp.

Zax's weapon, the sword name "Destruction".

Its essence is a spiritual costume composed of a collection of thirty-six swords, which not only has the attributes of the "Sword of Damocles", but also because each sword corresponds to a component of the "Flying Dutchman", and it is also a spiritual costume called "Flying Dutchman".

Using the attributes of the Sword of Damocles to attack an enemy is like using an AK47 as a baseball bat, and it is not a way to use it as a baseball bat.

The real effect of launching the "Flying Dutchman", which is enough to destroy the country and the city with the power of one person, is its real effect.

As long as you are in a place where there is water, it will automatically heal the damage.

As long as you are in a place where there is water, you will never run out of shells.

As long as it is in a place where there is water, no matter how shallow the water is, it will not affect its mobility - even on the ice surface it can sail freely.

This is a warship that will never be damaged, will not run out, and will not run aground as long as there is water.

Of course, even if you use the AK47 as a baseball bat, you can do it quite well.

Just like it is now.

The sword of destruction in his hand pointed at the huge ice sculpture from afar, and it only took a spell to shake the iceberg that had frozen the enemy into pieces of ice that shattered into pieces.

Once it is determined that it is an enemy, it must be completely destroyed, and it must not stop until it is 100% certain that it is dead.

With the "distorted singularity of the world" eliminated, everything can be put back on track, whether it is the immediate crisis in London or the dilemma facing Britain, it will be resolved - and the world will repair the distorted parts in a reasonable way.

"It's a funny guy, but it's fate."

Zax sighed a little lonely in his heart.

"Boom! ――――”

A sudden explosion sounded on the deck.

The ship's hull function was disturbed and shook violently.

"Who!"

Zax's face showed a rare look of anger.

On the stumble of the deck appeared a group of about 30 men and women, all dressed in ordinary civilian clothes, but holding knives, guns, swords, and other weapons that were very inconsistent with their outfits.

They have a common name - Amakusa style.

It's a group of people who have to leave them in order to protect them.

At this moment, it was as if they were at the scene of the crash, and everyone was scattered in a field of broken ice

"I just said that the map movement technology in London is not mature and cannot be used!"

"It was Lord Jiangong who forcibly launched the technique!"

"Tsushima! Tsushima is gone! ”

"A third of them are missing, I don't know where they fell!"

"Anyway, there's water everywhere in London right now, so it should be fine."

"Where's the treasure of Lord Divine Split?"

"With me, nothing is lost."

"Great, if I miss it this time, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

“”

In the midst of the noise, the Amakusa-style people stood up with each other, and seemed to bring something strange with them.

Although reinforcements arrived, Steele's face did not soften.

The "Fallen Angel Maid Suit" was specially brought over by Amakusa just now, for the seemingly absurd and slim hope.

Saying that, pinning his hopes on this kind of thing, Steele can't help but feel a little sad, but if you think about it the other way, you will find how out of tune Mirei Misaka really is.

But now that God Crack and Miyoshi Misaka have both been frozen in ice, even if they are taken, they are useless.

"Hmph, do you want to add more senseless dead?"

A trace of anger crossed Zax's eyes, and the weapon in his hand disintegrated again, instantly turning into thirty-six swords of various kinds hanging in the air:

"The saint of the Far East? That said, let's do it together with the cleaning work in the future. ”

"Be careful! That's a technique based on the meaning of the 'Sword of Damocles'—"

Before Steele's words were finished, the Amakusa-style crowd who had not yet stood firm were basically overwhelmed by the sudden weight at the same time.

"What, what's going on"

"Out of breath"

"The Sword of Damocles, if you have time to prepare, it's not impossible"

"Mr. Jiangong!"

"Godcrack-sama's Treasure"

"No problem"

Seeing that the Amakusa-style people were in danger in an instant, Steele gritted his teeth-

No way! No matter what, he can't watch the Amakusa style fall in front of him!

Even though he knew that he would not be defeated, he would not be able to care much at this time, and if he was to do so, he might be able to weave something strong enough to fight the "sword of Damocles" - after all, Amakusa is particularly good at manipulation such as idolatry.

The two flame swords crossed and snapped towards Zax like scissors, but the attacker ate the double blow of the flame sword that was enough to vaporize the steel without even moving his eyebrows.

"Humph!"

Glancing coldly at the sneak attack of Steele, Zax just moved his finger and pointed in the direction of Steele-

A modest knight's saber flew above Steele's head, instantly pinning Steele in place.

"One after another with impure motives, is she really unavailable now?"

The members of the Amakusa style and Steele, a total of thirty-five people, were suppressed by Zax's thirty-five longswords of various styles.

Still holding the grotesque utility knife-like weapon without a handle in his hand, Zax's eyes became cold:

"In this case, the cleaning is up to the bottom"

Steele and the Amakusa people felt the pressure on their bodies increase dramatically in an instant!

"Are you going to, are you going to kill someone?"

"No, it's not good!"

"Think of a way"

"Mr. Jian, Jiangong"

"Can't you see it?"

"I don't see what I do."

It was as if a mountain had been pressed on his body, his bones were squeezed and creaking, the air in his lungs was forced out, and it was extremely difficult to inhale a little air

Already, the limit.

"Click-"

Although the movement was not large, Zax's ears moved, and he turned his head in confusion.

"Click-click-"

A glaring crack crossed the middle line of the iceberg, making a screeching sound.

"Click-click-click-click-"

What's inside the iceberg begins to glow red, and you can still feel its scorching heat even through the thick layers of ice.

"Click, click"

There was a cracking sound, and finally it exploded!

"How is that possible!"

Zax looked at the flame monster in front of him in disbelief.

The bombardment of the "Flying Dutchman" is by no means ordinary freezing magic. Taking advantage of the meaning of "the Flying Dutchman" as a "dead", it is twisted and transformed into a window connecting the "land of the dead" in Norse mythology.

"At one end of the universe is Muspelheim, the land of fire, where the flame giants live, and at the other end is Niflheim, the land of the dead, a cold mist world sealed by eternal ice and snow. Between these two worlds is the abode of gods and men, sometimes from the south with fire and lava, sometimes from the north with ice, snow and frost, forever threatening humanity and gods. ”

The coldness of the "kingdom of the dead" is something that even the gods have to retreat from.

And these cannons on the "Flying Dutchman" are essentially just extraditing the cold of the "land of the dead" to the present world, so they need different degrees of accumulation to fire.

This kind of shelling is absolutely impossible for humans to resist, because the cold of the shelling is not a specific low temperature, but a certain meaning.

"Cold that can threaten the gods" is the meaning of this bombardment.

Therefore, whether it is ordinary humans, magicians, saints or even ordinary angels, it is meaningless under this shelling.

Anyone who is not a god will not be able to resist this bombardment.

Even if you really face the gods, this shelling can cause damage to them.

But now, the iceberg that was enough to freeze the angels was actually broken from the inside?

"It can't be"

For the first time, Zax's face had a solemn expression.

"Is the God Himself Coming?"

The ice rumbled and fell, turning the night sky into a crimson flame and rekindling.

Flames engulfed the ice, and white mist filled the air.

As the vision became clearer, the giant flame monster reappeared in its form.

However, there are some differences from the previous ones.

In the eyes of the monster, there was no flame, and there was no look.

It's like a giant doll.

"A little more and a little more will do"

There was a noise coming from the flame monster's forehead.

"It's just a mantra!"

"Why can you even borrow my saint's power! And why do I have to do such a thing? ”

"Everybody's in danger! I'm dangerous too! Can you bear to watch everyone die? ”

"You're dangerous, that's right, in every sense, only once!"

On the forehead of the flame monster, God Crack and a young girl argued.

The girl seemed to grow from the forehead of a huge monster, and only the upper body protruded from the forehead of the monster.

Although he was in the flames that surrounded the monster's body, neither the Divine Crack Fire Weaving nor the half-body girl were unharmed, and the Divine Crack was even suspended in the flames as if it were powerless.

It's just that they don't have any clothes on them.

Come to think of it, although they themselves are exempt from this flame due to the technique, the clothes on their bodies are definitely not exempt.

And the god was holding the girl's cheek, and then—even though the flames were shrouded, the red and hot face could be seen—was hugging her plump chest

When Zax finally saw what was really going on, the change had already begun.

Almost instantly, the huge monster completely disintegrated into a flood of flames, clear and mysterious crimson flames.

Whether it was Zax, or the people who were suppressed, they were all shocked by the scene of the instant fall of this huge monster.

As the flames swept through the field of vision, a figure became clear.

There were still flames falling from the sky, but it was no longer in its previous form, but it had turned into something like snowflakes.

In the fluttering of fire powder in the sky-

A head of melted steel, exuding long, fiery red hair.

He wears a dark black coat that resembles a cloak.

By the force of the moment of landing, it flies and flutters.

The cuffs of the coat reveal slender fingers, holding a long knife, exuding a chilling beauty.

It should be her, but it's not her.

The scorching, fiery red, yet soft hair slowly lengthens and extends to the waist, as if it can't keep up with the speed of the hair, and the hot pink scatters everywhere.

Standing proudly in the midst of the flames, a girl with long hot hair.

Full of overwhelming presence.

Huge iceships and ruined cities are just a backdrop.

Then she began to chant in a murmuring voice:

"Its flame is the sacred fire of the Red World Demon God"

"His body is a killer of burning eyes"

"In my name, come here—"

Suddenly, all the scattered fire powder in the heavens and the earth gathered towards that small body, turning into a bright red gem and falling on his chest.

"No road race, no road race, no road race!! ――――”