"Although I sympathize with your organization, I can only say sorry, because I don't want to leave here, I don't want to leave this city that I love so much." Tatami carried the pen of creation to his shoulders, and his tone was somewhat softened.

"Indeed, I love the city as well. Since I came here a month ago, although I can't be a resident of this world, I still deeply like the world where this Tatami predecessor lived. "But I have no choice, the 'fire' is about to burn into my organization, and if I don't act quickly, I'm afraid it'll be too late." ”

"Do you think it's possible for you to succeed?"

"Whether it works out or not, I have to do it! Because I have no choice! The magician's expression hardened, and the obsidian knife in his hand was raised again.

But the moment he raised the knife, Tatami suddenly turned into a golden light and appeared in front of him, and the pen of creation in his hand was lightly raised, and the obsidian knife spun and slammed into the wall on the side, turning into powder like glass.

In front of the real artifact, the pseudo-artifact is as fragile as glass.

Without his weapon, the magician took a few steps back, clenched his fist, and rushed forward again.

As he said before, he had no choice, even if he knew that Lu Dao couldn't beat the other party, and knew that Lu Dao would die, he still didn't hesitate to swing his fist.

But at this moment, there was a sudden loud bang, and a steel bone was inserted beside the magician. And what is even more unfortunate is that another steel bone slammed into this steel bone at this time. It was as if the church bells were ringing in his ears, and a loud sound like a shock wave pierced the mage's eardrums.

Because he didn't notice it, the magician was suddenly stunned by this blow, covered his ears and squatted down in pain.

But the magician didn't see it, a large number of steel bones fell from the sky, and one of the steel bones would immediately stab the magician to the ground. The distance is less than 20 meters. It's only a matter of seconds. The mage had not yet recovered from the pain, completely unaware of the presence of the steel bones on top of his head.

"Cut, what a worry-free guy!" Flying up and kicking at the opponent's body, Tatami kicked the opponent out of the range of the steel bone.

Although Tatami was not obligated to save the other party, he still subconsciously saved the other party, although this method is not a good method, but being kicked is better than being smashed into a meat patty, right?

The magician's body was kicked by Tatami and turned into a supine position, and he also eased up at the same time...... It was only then that he finally realized the situation.

Despite this, in the face of the rain of steel bones that kept falling, the magician didn't seem to dodge, he just smiled. Smiled faintly, lonely.

Because he understands that even if he survives, it is completely impossible for him to take the Son of God, and if he doesn't bring the Son back, then his organization will definitely be destroyed by those crazy guys.

Instead of living so gloomily, it is better to die here now, and there is no concern.

The figure of the leader loomed in front of him, and the kind elder handed over the pseudo-artifact Tora Viska Bontik Utory's spear into his hands, and instructed himself to bring the Son of God back.

Now it seems that he may have failed to live up to the leader's expectations, not only did he fail his mission, but he also broke Toraviska Bangtik's Uttori Spear

Closing his eyes, the magician didn't want to see himself dying, because that would be ugly, and he would be smashed into a patty.

"Tick-"

Suddenly, there was a sound like a clock moving, which made the magician subconsciously open his eyes.

"Boom-"

A large number of steel skeletons fell from the sky, shaking the entire ground. A large amount of smoke and dust took away all the vision.

The people around heard the rumbling, but no one gathered around to see the commotion. Since it is to watch the excitement, of course it must be seen in a safe place. In this state where no one knows where it is safe, no one will dare to come up to it.

The smoke cleared, revealing the intact Tatami and the magician still lying on the ground.

Countless steel bones were scattered around them, surrounding the two of them. It's like a wooden cabin with a roof full of gaps. The steel bones maintain a delicate balance, as if they would collapse at the slightest blow of the breeze. But in the end, the two escaped being buried alive.

The magician was still in a daze, because he saw it. The sound of the clock just now rang, and he found that all the steel bones in the sky were still, as if time had been frozen in that instant.

Immediately afterward, Tatami turned into a golden light, constantly shuttling between the countless steel bones, pulling them away from the side, and then falling to the ground.

Although it seems to be very slow, these movements of Tatami are completely completed in one second, and Tatami who can complete this series of actions cannot be described as human at all.

Immediately after, the steel bones fell down like dumplings, but none of them hit them because the trajectory was changed by Tatami.

Patting the dust off his body, the pen of creation in Tatami's hand gradually turned into golden light and disappeared into Tatami's hand.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to save me and let me die like this? We are enemies! The magician did not stand up, but sat up, dead in his cloudy eyes.

"Although you magicians have strange tempers, and there are some smokers and drunkards, but," Tatami stretched slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a beautiful arc, "You guys are very stupid, stupid and naïve, very cute, if you guys are all dead, I guess there will be a lot less fun in this world." ”

After Tatami finished speaking, without waiting for an answer, he walked out of the construction site, turning his back to the magician without reservation.

Seeing Tatami disappear not far away, the magician lay down again, looking at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky, and the instructions of the leader of the organization came vaguely in his ears.

"Take this gun and hurry up and invite Miko back! If you don't come back, you don't have to! ”

"yes, maybe I really can't go back"

The magician just looked at the sky quietly, silent and alone

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A small town in South America

"The little guy is gone, let's let it go!" An old-looking magician, holding a somewhat worn book, looked at his old fellows and said.

"Can that little guy really bring back Miko? School City is not something that ordinary magicians can lurk at will.。 A bald man said with some concern.

"My friend, do you really think I'm asking him to bring back the Son of God?" The old magician sighed and gently stroked the book in his hand, "He is the most talented and youngest magician among us, if he dies here, he will be buried, rather than let him be buried with our old bones, I hope he can avoid this disaster on the side of science." ”

The bald man pondered for a while, and soon understood what the old magician meant, and his eyes couldn't help but dim, "If he can avoid this disaster, maybe he will be the last seed of our organization, right?" ”

"Don't be sad my friend, no matter what, as long as he is alive, then we still have a spark of hope, now let us old bones go and play with those crazy people! May the great god of Venus, Tora Veska, bless us with uttik"

The old magician reverently raised the worn-out book in his hand, and there was a faint aura of mystery on the book.

The bald man and the others tightened their grips on their weapons and rushed to the only door in the room without hesitation.

Outside the gate, endless torches were burning, and the black figure surrounded the entire church-like building like a ghost, and the bald man and his party walked out of the church.

With torches, scythes, black robes that envelop his body, and a symbol-like letter "F", it's hard to imagine that the person dressed as a god of death is actually a member of the church.

Looking at the people rushing out of the church, the man in black in the lead slowly raised the sickle in his hand and slowly spit out a word.

"Burn!"

The flames enveloped the town, and no one knew what was going on inside the road, but an unknown town had since been wiped off the map of South America.

PS: I can't help it at all! Can't stop! (Claw) come on, slash lightly