The huge wave of the destruction of the "Flying Dutchman" by the great hand of fire opened a huge hole in the perennial dark clouds over London, revealing the brilliant Milky Way and the bright crescent moon, casting a gentle glow on the battlefield below.

It was already a ruined wall, but now you can only see a large depression with radial traces.

"Kara-"

On the flat ground, an arm stretched out, then a shoulder and a head.

"These two bastards"

Before Steele could fully crawl out, he gritted his teeth and muttered to himself:

"To use such a messy technique in the city of London, this is already a war level."

In terms of the level of destruction, it can indeed be regarded as a local war, and there is no way to disguise the fact that an entire neighborhood has been razed to the ground like this.

At this time, on the ground around Steele, people broke through the ground one after another.

"Oops, almost suffocated!"

"It feels terrible to be buried alive"

"The treasure of Lord God Split, safety is ensured."

"It's really worthy of Mr. Jiangong."

"It's not easy yet, be vigilant!"

Although the exaggerated ice ship was crushed by the flaming hand that looked even more exaggerated, it must not be compromised.

After all, the enemy's state cannot be ensured, and it is too amateurish to be defeated by the counterattack in the opponent's disadvantage after winning a move.

"Begin to check the surrounding situation, keep a distance of more than 10 meters from each other, stay vigilant, and search for Lord Kamitsu and Miyoshi Misaka; If an enemy is found, self-preservation is a priority. ”

With the order of the Amakusa-style acting pope, more than thirty people quickly dispersed like spider children.

He was not a saint, but as an experienced magician, he was able to obtain the necessary information from the enemy's movements and battles.

Although the Amakusa-style crowd was instantly suppressed due to lack of intelligence as soon as they appeared, it didn't mean that they didn't do anything.

Whoever is trying to remove the effect of the "sword of Damocles" is too many to count for the Amakusa style, which makes the most of idolatry, to construct the meaning of the "king."

Out of prudence, the Amakusa people did not rush to dismantle the technique, but chose to forbear, intending to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at a critical moment.

But things turned out unexpectedly.

Although I had heard about that guy's mess before, I didn't understand until I saw it with my own eyes.

He turned the power of the saint in the god crack into the "power of the devil" for his own use

It's not an evil force, but like the "power of angels", it is not a power of this world - according to the magic side, except for "angelic power", everything else belongs to "demonic power".

Although this distinctly religious classification has been despised by many magicians in modern times, the so-called habits and traditions are such things that they will continue to use even though they know that they are not suitable.

As a result, the huge iceship "Flying Dutchman" was routed, and the preparation of the Amakusa crowd was useless.

But when searching, the Amakusa people still kept a considerable distance from each other, and more than thirty people were scattered on the ground within a radius of three hundred meters.

It is simply impossible for the enemy to suppress all the members of Amakusa at once like last time, and Amakusa will not fall in the same place twice.

The red-haired magician Steele joins the search, and as a colleague of Divine Crack, he knows that Divine Crack will never be able to die in an explosion of this magnitude.

As for the other argument based on the "millennium of scourge", Steele thinks she will be okay ==#

Steele, who was thinking, suddenly felt something moving under his feet.

Steele's conditioned backlash jumped out of the rune card and made a vigilant gesture, and the surrounding Amakusa members also stood still and put their hands on their weapons.

The air instantly condensed.

A small, white fist slammed through the surface and protruded from the ground.

Then, the fire powder, glowing with its scorching color, took over Steele's field of vision.

The girl with her long, fiery red hair stood up and shook her head as if she had just taken a bath, shaking her long crimson hair that was as hot as molten steel.

As if he couldn't keep up with the speed of his hair, the hot pink scattered everywhere.

The crimson and clear flames are so intoxicating. Although it was only for a brief moment, Steele did lose his mind slightly.

"Whew~ I still don't like going underground!"

Like a complaint from a discerning diner, Mirei Misaka muttered to herself.

Although there was a chance to retreat to a safe distance moments before the explosion, I thought that there was still a divine crack

Besides, the crack in the clothes that has been burned can't just jump out and dodge, and most of the saint's power has been used up by Mirei Misaka.

She must be very helpless with her hands on her chest waiting for me to save her, right? Heroes save beauty at this moment, how can this kind of event that can increase the friendship level by two levels at one time!

Although it was only an instant, Misaka Miryo, whose thoughts had already turned back and forth several times, turned back to look for the Divine Crack, but did not find the shadow of the Divine Crack at all, and he lost the best time to get out of the explosion range, so he could only plunge headlong into the ground.

He shook his body like a cat on the shore, and then tilted his head and thought for a moment.

The crimson flames burned all over the body in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant.

There was not even a trace of dust left on the girl's body.

Purifying Fire, this is the method that the Fire Mist Warriors use to cleanse themselves.

After doing all this, Misaka Meiling turned around and said to Steele:

"It seems that the Divine Crack was out of the battlefield before the explosion, so let's go to the periphery and look for it, by the way, it's best to prepare a dress for her."

After turning back to the Amakusa group and explaining, Steele asked:

"Where's that guy named Zax?"

"Well, if he is destroyed by the technique of the 'Freedom Method', even the existence itself will be destroyed, and the spiritual costume he used to form the ice ship is probably finished, and he will definitely no longer have the function of forming the ice ship, so if he doesn't retreat, it will not be brave, but stupid."

Mirei Misaka said this as she stretched.

Looking at the girl with a relaxed face, Steele sighed.

As she said, if you continue to move forward in such a situation where the trump card is destroyed and the enemy is not harmed, you are really just a fool.

"Now, Steele."

"What?"

"Lend me a coat."

Frowning his brows, Steele still took off his trench coat and handed it to the girl in front of him.

Crimson clear flames flashed, and the trench coat, which had been covered with dust, was as clean as new.

"Tsk, that's a convenient technique."

Even Steele, an expert on the use of fire, has to smack his tongue - can the "purifying" meaning contained in the flame still be used in this way?

While sighing like this, he reached for his clothes, but Steele forgot to think about the question "Is Mirei Misaka really so kind to help him clean up his clothes?"

"This is the last time."

Ignoring Steele's outstretched hand, the girl who wrapped the trench coat around her body with her backhand stuck out her tongue, and the girl with burning eyes began to change gradually.

The long, red-hot iron hair seemed to be cooled by steel, losing its scorching redness, cooling down to the familiar brown, and inadvertently returning to shoulder-length length.

The surrounding fire powder was scattered, leaving only Misaka Mirei, who had returned to its original state in front of her.

"I can't make magic power, so the power of the saint from the Divine Crack will naturally return to its original state after it is exhausted."

Once the spell is removed, all of Xana's features will disappear, including the outfit, of course

"Whew, anyway, it's finally over, congratulations, congratulations, ahhahahaha! ~”

The girl wrapped in an obviously ill-fitting coat crossed her waist with heartless silly music, and Steele's forehead, who remained frozen in place, gradually had an angry cross bulge:

"No matter how you think about it, there's nothing to congratulate!"

An entire neighborhood has been razed to the ground, and most of the city of London has been burned to the ground, and now it is submerged in water half a meter deep, and you have to be on the lookout for enemies who may launch a surprise attack at any time

It can be said that except for people, everything else is everything.

Miyosaka Miling here pretended to be stupid and perfunctory to Steele, but the Amakusa-style crowd over there was in a commotion;

"Is it Lord God Split?"

"I've found Lord God Split!"

"Why is Lord God Rift avoiding us?"

"But am I dazzled? Although it was only for a moment, it seemed that Lord God Crack was naked? ”

"No kidding! How could it be wow! Lord Godcrack suddenly began to move at high speed! It's so close that I can't even see the figure clearly! ”

"This is the sage's unique sonic movement technique, so fast that you can't even keep up with the speed of your eyes."

"But what's the matter with this white skin!?"

"Say no more! Seems to be moving faster!! ”

"Find a piece of clothing! Clothes! ”

"No problem! The treasures of Lord God's Rift have always been with me! ”

“@#￥%！ ……”

The Amakusa-style commotion caused Mirei Misaka and Steele to stop arguing.

Watching the Amakusa-style acting Pope Jiangong Saiji carefully take out a package from his arms, and then unfold the "Fallen Angel Worker's Maid Outfit" inside the package with his little finger, Misaka Miling gave a thumbs up to Steele:

"Did you arrange this? GJ, Steele, GJ! ”

"GJ, your sister! Didn't you say that you had to add some 'chest power' to be able to suppress that flame monster? I'm so sorry to take it seriously! ”

In order to prevent the light from going out, the figure who constantly used the power of the saint to move at high speed made a sound of gnashing teeth:

"Royal. Hillside. Beauty. Ling!-"