The night sky was soaked in an abnormal red.

The huge flame monster with a height of more than 30 meters suddenly stood in the city of London, shaking opposite the Tower of London in the distance.

The upper body is humanoid, and below the waist is a completely spinning tornado, a lava tornado that rises from the ground from a magma pool more than ten meters around its feet.

The magma makes up its body, and the red-hot stones make up its armor.

Monsters tens of meters high, just standing there, set off a scorching storm that spreads constantly.

In comparison, the witch hunting king just now was as small and ridiculous as a toy.

Zax. Phil frowned.

The huge summon in front of him unexpectedly broke the attack technique of the Sword of Damocles.

The technique of the "Sword of Damocles" cannot be destroyed by brute force at all, and the only thing that can break through the "heavy pressure under the sword" is the existence with the meaning of "king".

It is not simply called "king", but it must be a real "king" with "royal power" in order to break this technique.

So Steele's "King of the Witch Hunt" simply can't resist the "Sword of Damocles".

However, this thing, which looked like the king of witch hunts after being magnified dozens of times, did it.

The King of Flames?

There have never been any allusions and legends about the current form of the Lord of Flames.

It's not a monster that exists in this world.

"Hmph, it turns out that the singularity of the world is distorted because you foresaw such a thing, so you have to die."

Zax put his heavy broadsword on his shoulder with one hand and slowly retreated into the darkness:

"The highest level of magical alarm has been triggered, and the Puritan faction responsible for dealing with magical events in England will soon arrive, and staying here will only add to the senseless casualties."

Not because he was afraid that he would be suppressed by the Puritans, but because the Puritan magicians would suffer heavy casualties in the battle with him.

This was what he called a "senseless casualty", because his aim was to protect England, and it was contrary to that purpose to weaken the Puritans too much.

Not arrogance, but very objective conclusions based on the balance of forces between the two sides.

"Well, let's wait for the right time"

"It's not a good thing, it's gone."

Mirei Misaka looked at the enchantment that wrapped herself, and smiled bitterly.

Steele felt that his magic was being drained by the magic.

"What's going on!?"

"Well, I forgot that every time the person who summoned this guy out, he was either enslaved or killed, and it seems that this time is no exception."

Ragnaros, in Misaka's memory, summoned the Black Iron Dwarf as its slave, and Exotus, who summoned it to the player in the Heart of Molten Fire, was directly killed by one of his hammers

And now, this ragnaros, which was pieced together using the existing techniques, seems to have inherited the nature of this devourer, and in turn has used Miyosaka as a part to maintain its existence.

Misaka looked at the red light around her that was gradually becoming thicker, and muttered to herself:

"In order to maintain my existence in this life, do you think of me as part of the technique?"

Steele felt the continuous loss of magic power from his body, and he couldn't construct any magic in such a state, so he was afraid that he would be baked by the heat as soon as he stepped out of the magic array.

"In other words, you didn't expect this situation, did you?"

"Well, you know, this is the first time I've summoned something like this."

"Can you want to lift it?"

"It's out of my control now, but"

Mirei Misaka groaned for a moment, and then, her fingers moved with difficulty.

A red rune lit up on Steele's chest:

"It's okay to send you out, this flame protection barrier lasts up to 15 seconds in magma, and it's enough to get you out. Once you're out of the area, you'll be able to regain control of your magic."

This technique wasn't something Steele had ever seen, but he didn't have time to think about it now:

"What about you?"

"If you stay here, you'll only add a source of mana to it, and while I can suppress it a little now, you can get out first"

There was a slight silence, and with just such a little effort, the red light around Misaka Miling had completely enveloped her, and the area around Steele had completely turned into a world of magma.

As if under the water, Steele only heard her voice coming intermittently:

"I suppress external breakdown"

Magma giants, more than thirty meters high, lit up the night sky of London, and from a distance it looked as if even the sky had been set on fire.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the amazing energy.

By about 100 meters or so of the thing, the temperature was already sweating.

If you get closer, the heat will increase geometrically, and if you don't have the blessing of protection, 50 meters is the limit of human beings.

At the bottom of the monster is a pool of magma with a radius of tens of meters.

The air was already distorted by the heat, and everything looked like a scene in a mirror, taking on a distorted form.

The edge of the magma pool, far from the giants, bubbled up.

The bubbles became dense, and then, with the sound of viscous magma, a bad priest with long red hair crawled out of the lava pool to the shore.

It was very unbelievable, except for a little messy on his body, there were no signs of burns at all, and even his clothes were only slightly scorched at the edges.

A complex red mark flickered across his chest before dissipating into the air.

"It's even that the entire magma pool is within the range of action of the technique, I'm afraid that if you stay for a second longer, you will be completely swallowed by the magma."

Having finally regained control of the magic in his body, Steele rejoiced as he gasped and built up the protective spell.

A piece of wood burned silently among the rubble and black dirt, and the beep crackle was loud in the silence of the night.

Cautiously leaning against the back of an old building, Steele habitually lit a cigarette and took a heavy puff.

"The enemy, it seems that he is no longer there, such a huge magical event has happened in the city of London, it is foreseeable that the support of the Puritan headquarters will arrive soon, and that guy should also retreat."

With a sigh of relief, Steele let out a long puff of smoke.

"Now the question is, how do you get this big guy and get that messy bastard out"

As soon as he thought of Miyoshi Misaka, Steele began to feel a faint pain in his brain, and he suddenly felt a real admiration for a certain hedgehog head far away in the far east - to survive in the daily life of this disaster star, should it be said that he is worthy of the current guardian of that child?

"Boom! ――”

Even the explosion that shook his heart interrupted Steele's thoughts.

Poking his head out of the corner, he saw:

In the magma giant's body, there seemed to be some kind of power that exploded, and then—

Dozens of witch hunting kings emerge from the magma pool at the foot of the flame giants.

"Huh?"

Steele's mind went blank for a moment.

Even if he himself could only use the doctrine of the Trinity to manipulate three witch-hunting kings at a time, but what was the matter with this neat reinforced platoon standing like a soldier in front of him?

As a magician, Steele is undoubtedly a gifted magician who has completely parsed the 24 existing rune characters and developed 6 rune scripts with new powers.

But even he has limits, human limits.

There is no limit to human beings in the monster in front of you.

It seems that he didn't notice this, or even if he did, he didn't care at all, and the flame giant, whom Mihari Misaka called "Ragnaros", conveyed a message to the phalanx of the witch-hunting king standing quietly at his feet.

In an instant, the witch-hunting kings scattered in all directions.

"This bastard!"

Seeing such a scene, the red-haired magician's face changed drastically.

His first thought was not his own safety, but

It's the heart of London! It's still a long way from the city centre, but it's the capital of the UK! It is also one of the four world-class cities with a population of more than 7 million!

And the hunt for the king of witches itself is as high as 3,000 degrees! Just getting close enough can cause the metal to melt!

If you let something like this spread in a densely populated city

The consequences are unimaginable!

The light of the fire began to shine and spread in all directions. Apparently, the witch-hunting kings who were released had already started to create a fire that would sweep the entire city.

There are even two witch hunting kings that are heading in the direction of Steele.

Steele's bloodshot eyes stared at Ragnaros's huge figure:

"No. Can. Plentiful. Forgiveness"

The King of Witches is not hunted for destruction.

Even though it is a flame monster with a temperature of more than 3,000 degrees Celsius, it can automatically track and annihilate enemies, and it is a powerful attack magic that takes the concept of "offense is the best defense" to the extreme

But all of this originally existed just to protect a young girl.

Even if the girl is no longer with him,

Even if there are already other people around the girl,

Even if the girl has forgotten her agreement with herself,

Even if the person that the girl loves is no longer herself.

He was still in the place she couldn't see, in his own way, guarding the girl.

That's it, Steele. Magnus, the reason for manipulating the hunt for the witch king

But now, distant cries for help and sirens can be heard, and the eyes can see that flames are spreading across the city

The King of Witch Hunting, born from the Guardian, now exists only for the sake of simple destruction.

The red-haired magician was stunned:

"Unforgivable!! ――――――”