In the city of London, in a sea of fire.

At the center of the flames is a witch-hunting king made of burning asphalt.

Just passing by, it has already caused everything around it to burn to start spontaneously combusting, not to mention that this monster is intentionally creating flames.

The surrounding population has long since been evacuated, and the entire city of London is under martial law.

"The evacuation operation is very timely, and the movement of the knights is very fast."

On the spire of the ancient building, the tall and slender God Cracked Fire Weave, with long black hair tied into a ponytail and hanging down to her waist, muttered to herself.

She wears a denim jacket on top and jeans on the bottom. However, the right arm of the jacket is cut off along with the shoulder, and the jeans are cut off from the base of the left leg.

However, her original intention was not to deliberately show the curves of the body, but because the composition of her own technique needs "the meaning of left and right asymmetry".

She is a magician belonging to the British Puritan "Necessary Evil Church", and she can also rank in the top five in London, one of the less than twenty "saints" in the world, and can use part of the power of the "Son of God".

At this moment, what she is carrying around her waist is a large Japanese sword with a length of more than two meters, "Seven Heavens and Seven Blades"

His eyes retracted from afar, staring at the street less than 200 meters below—a witch-hunting king was wantonly creating flames along the way.

"Then, we have to deal with it quickly."

The figure on the spire of the house disappeared in an instant.

The witch hunting king below, as if the film had been paused, stopped in place.

Behind it was the figure of the Divine Cracked Fire Weaver who had taken the "Seven Heavens and Seven Swords" back into its sheath.

A large flame erupted from the top of the head of the Witch Hunter, and then, as if all the flames on his body had been released in an instant, the Witch Hunter turned into a pile of ashes.

A stone that had been cut in half fell into the ashes.

Despite the green smoke, Shen Crack took the stone in his hand and examined it.

On the stone, which has been split in half, you can still see a clear pattern that looks like some unknown text.

"Sure enough, although the principle is similar to that of Steele's Witch Hunting King, but the technique is reduced to something like this 'core', abandoning the characteristics of infinite resurrection, but making the range of action wider."

It's not something humans would do at all.

The reason why Steele's "Witch Hunt King" needs rune space, in addition to allowing the "Witch Hunt King" to be resurrected infinitely in this space, the more important reason is to form a complete magic circuit and continuously reuse the magic power.

Because, the magic of human beings is not unlimited.

In the final analysis, magic is only obtained by transforming life force through special breathing methods. If you only rely on the continuous refining of magic power to support the "Witch Hunting King", I am afraid that it will not be long before the caster himself will quickly age or even die due to excessive consumption of life force.

In fact, even if Steele has constructed a complete magic circuit, the power of this technique is too great, and the magic power required is beyond ordinary spells, so the long-term use of this technique still leads to Steele's "precociousness".

No, in fact, it should be said that it is "premature aging".

The excessive amount of life force refined into magical power, which made him not look like a fourteen-year-old boy at all, but like an uncle in his twenties and thirties.

But this is not the case with the monster that was slain by the Divine Crack just now.

Although it can be recognized as a similar technique, it does not form a complete cycle within the technique, and the magic that sustains its existence comes entirely from the stone at its "core".

Let humans provide such a huge amount of magic power, I am afraid that it will not take a few times before the vitality will be exhausted.

But what if not humans?

"Could it be?"

Shen Crack thought of a possibility, and was so frightened that she swallowed and foamed at the mouth.

Even though she was a little uneasy in her heart, she still opened the communication spirit suit first, and conveyed the message that "defeating the core can effectively kill the monsters that are raging in the city of London", believing that all monsters will soon be destroyed under the siege of the magicians of the "Necessary Evil Church".

In principle, the magic affairs in Britain are handled by the "Church of Necessary Evil", and if it is not for the seriousness of the situation, the knights will not ask for help in evacuating the citizens.

"So, now it's time to go to support Steele, I hope they're all okay"

Throwing the stone in his hand and clapping his hands, the god cracked fire weaving and looked up at the red night sky in the distance

The monster named "Ragnaros" has "life".

Although I don't want to believe it, after all the impossibilities have been ruled out, the one that remains is undoubtedly the truth.

A rusty smell spreads in your mouth.

A bright red hung down the corner of Steele's mouth.

As the developer of the "Witch Hunt King" technique, Steele was able to easily solve the two witch hunting kings that rushed towards him, but this monster named "Ragnaros" was very tricky.

With just a flash of fire, Steele spat blood and flew dozens of meters away, and then collapsed weakly in the rubble.

Trying to put out the flames on his body, Steele struggled to his feet.

The huge monster "Ragnaros" did not catch up, but still stood in the magma pool dozens of meters away, and it is now

Raised middle finger.

And it's two hands together

“#”

The green tendons on Steele's forehead began to bulge with a "creak".

With a black face, the red-haired magician silently got up.

In the distance, "Ragnaros" sometimes beat his chest like an orangutan, sometimes slapped his non-existent ass sideways to this side, and sometimes "medicine ~ medicine ~ Cheke made trouble" and gave his thumbs upside down with his hands to this side

Hell to say that this guy doesn't have "life"! And it's all inherited from a bastard's bad character!

If you look closely, you'll see a small flame flickering above that ragnaros' head, like a dull hair—exactly like that bastard in that respect

(Instead of launching again, the attack began to provoke from a distance, is there a distance limit?) ）

Struggling to suppress his inexplicable anger, Steele wiped the blood from his mouth, then re-lit a cigarette.

(The guy said she would suppress it inside, which means it's not in a state of "full power" right now.)

But even in this state, it is not something that can be defeated by manpower, and the gap between the two sides is too huge - it can be seen from the fact that the other party summoned a large number of witch hunting kings at one time just now.

(Such a huge amount of magic is definitely not Mirei Misaka or I provided it, what the hell is going on)

Steele quietly observed Ragnaros in the distance with his hands raised as if he was dancing a hula, observing the form of the giant monster from top to bottom.

The red-haired magician's gaze stopped at the bottom of Ragnaros.

What he discovered.

"It seems that this guy hasn't moved since just now."

I unconsciously muttered what came to my mind word by word.

Ragnaros, who was twisting his ass in the distance, froze in his movements.

And, as if its neck was rusty, it turned around with difficulty with a "click".

Glancing at the magma-made eyes, Steele could even discern a hint of resentment in them.

The red-haired magician's forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat:

"Huh? Can you hear it from so far? And is this reaction right? ”

“”

“”

After a brief moment of staring and silence.

Ragnaros in the distance screamed "whoo~", and frantically copied a handful of magma from the magma pool under his feet, and

Just threw it right this way!

Irregular blocks of magma smoked and accompanied by debris flying towards Steele.

Rolling around a few times in embarrassment, leaning against a broken wall, Steele gasped as he watched as the place where he had just stood was covered in a dark red lava.

Stretching out his head to look over Lagnaros—

The guy was bending down to fish out more magma from the lava pool, and then formed a magma ball with a diameter of more than two meters like a snowball in his hand!

It seems that he noticed Steele peeking in this way, and the guy even looked up and made a grinning expression!

Lean back and raise your hands

It's just this flying prop, there's nothing to worry about at all!

Steele was engrossed in his guard.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

Ten seconds passed, but Ragnaros kept his throwing motion, and just froze.

The magma ball has lost its form, slowly dripping from its fingertips.

Immediately afterward, Ragnaros's whole body began to tremble.

An unknown shock shook the air, and a gust of wind spread.

Steele covered his face with his hands to ward off the wind, and when he looked up again, he saw:

Ragnaros was standing in place with his hands down.

Looking up, the eyes, which were originally just made of magma, now erupted with orange flames.

The hair-like flame on the top of his head is gone.

If Ragnaros just now had someone's bad character, then now Ragnaros no longer has any "human" breath.

The huge monster raised its hand and stretched out a finger.

Years of birth and death made Steele instinctively feel dangerous, and he rolled to the side.

A line of flame appeared on the extension of Ragnaros' finger.

There was about three kilometers of fire in length, and everything on the line began to burn at the same time.

Immediately afterward, Ragnaros turned his arm horizontally in the direction that Steele was dodging.

The long line of fire, with the rotation of its arm, swept through the city of London, instantly creating a fan-shaped flame hell with an angle of forty and a radius of three kilometers!

As if attacked by the concept of "burning", ignoring the combustible or non-combustible elements, everything in the area, whether metal, dirt, or stone, is burning!

In order to attack the red-haired magician alone, he cast this attack that can destroy a city.

Cruel, ruthless, violent.

Born in the flames, the monster that controls the flames is the true king of flames - Ragnaros!