Based on your own will? Leaving Puritanism?

These two pieces of information are shocking.

The magicians in the shadows whispered.

"A saint from the Far East is leaving Puritanism."

"Could it be a conspiracy by Bishop Lola?"

"In any case, it's a fact that she's standing in front of us."

"It's not good, it's a saint."

"Mental mastery is hard enough."

It is not surprising that a mage defects from the Order, most mages use their power for their own wishes, and the Order is just a tool to fulfill their wishes, and most mages do not know what loyalty is.

That's why reporting the name of magic means never dying.

For magicians, only the mind that is placed on the name of magic is the "real thing", and everything else is just a "fake".

But even so.

The betrayal of a saint with deterrent power is still a great deal, not to mention, the current posture of the god cracking fire weaving is almost like joining the scientific side and standing on the opposite side of the entire magic side.

"What's your magic name?" The water in the rear took the initiative to ask.

There was no need to say anything more, because the indescribable killing intent collided violently between the two saints, even to the point that even ordinary people could feel the dullness.

“Salvare000。” Without hesitation, the god cracked the fire weaving and reported his magic name, "It means to help those who can't be saved." ”

"I see." The water in the rear seems to understand, "You just want to rescue the people in front of you, but what I want to change is the tears of the world!" ”

He was a god and cracked the fire weaving just to save this little girl.

Declare the name of the magic, and there is no need to negotiate!

The battle between the two saints broke out violently.

Compared to the huge momentum just now, the battle at this moment was even more amazing, it was beyond the impact level, even the air seemed to be distorted in this collision, and the world was making a wailing sound, walls, floors, green trees...... A storm of terror is destroying everything.

"Only Flash!"

Accompanied by the low roar of the god cracking fire weaving, the nirvana that belonged to her continued to slash out one after another.

At the moment of drawing the sword, he uses the power of the "Son of God" to assist in the techniques of various teachings.

It was supposed to be a one-hit kill.

However, in front of the water in the rear, this terrifying attack was blocked by the exaggerated shape of the big knife every time, and there was even room to launch a counterattack.

"Worthy of the famous Far Eastern saint, you will do whatever it takes to save that girl's heart, I have received it!" The water in the rear finally showed a little bloody battle intent, the big knife in his hand waved wildly, and the louder voice was like an angry roar, "However, just this level of you, you are not my opponent at all!" ”

The next attack is not just the wind pressure carried by the blade.

The huge water magic array was once again in motion, turning into giant hammers, water guns, and whips, and striking at the Divine Cracked Fire Weave in various forms.

The figure of the water behind stepped out.

In an instant, he came to the front of the God Crack Fire Weaving.

The pressure rises suddenly.

The Divine Crack Fire Weaving, who only had a long knife in his hand, seemed to have fallen into a state where he had to defend all of a sudden.

The sound of the wind is getting more and more intense.,The continuous roar has spread throughout the school city.。

While the water in the rear was attacking frantically, it still had the strength to shout.

"It can be seen that you don't really accept your own power, your knife is so careful, your will is full of awe of this power, it's ridiculous, you don't have the courage to protect others at all!"

This level of combat is no longer just a comparison of combat power.

Physical and spiritual.

Will and magic.

The water in the rear, the will to use 200% of its power to fulfill its wishes, continuously launched an impact on the Divine Crack Fire Weaving.

She realized.

The other party is not wrong.

In her heart, in fact, she has always hated her own strength, hating the luck of being a saint, because it always hurts the people around her, and hurts those who work hard but can't catch up with her.

I don't usually notice it.

But when faced with a saint who is more powerful than her, this subconscious rejection of power becomes her fatal flaw.

"What's wrong? Your knife is shaking, and you're going to reach its limit? "The spirit suit in the sailor behind collided with the seven days and seven nights of the divine cracked fire again, and the fierce sparks were more dazzling than the flashbang in an instant.

"Don't underestimate me!"

The Divine Cracker let out a roar of rage, and regardless of the limits of his body, he once again unleashed a blow from Yushi.

The words of the alien god came to mind.

said that she didn't have a wish that she had to do.

So what is she fighting for at this moment?

That's right.

She is there to protect the will of that god.

Giving hope to the desperate, helping those who cannot be saved, this wish that originally belonged to her, is being fulfilled by the god, and in this case, how can this will allow these people to be trampled on in this way.

The Divine Cracked Fire Weave clenched the long knife tightly, and used all his strength like never before.

She wanted to protect, not to protect the girl, but to protect the goodwill of the god.

Although at a disadvantage, the Divine Crack Fire Weave is still desperate and frantically counterattacked.

Of course.

Mikoto Misaka and the others did not waste her actions.

"The convenience store is down, and I can only go to the shopping street on the left," Beeeater said as he sped up his run.

The most threatening saint had been held back, and the rest of the mages were still attacking, but at most this attack had only slowed them down.

In total, there is a distance of one thousand two hundred meters.

There are 1,000 meters, 800 meters, 500 meters left.......

Although it was difficult, under the defense of the bee-eating prayer, everyone kept advancing.

It's almost there!

The complicated emotions on Mikoto Misaka's face have never disappeared from the beginning.

She's worried.

Worried about her classmates and friends at school, worried about the girl who had only met once, but fought desperately for her, and worried about her mother, and even the bee-eating Cao Qi and Kamijo Dangma who were helping her.

It's all because of her.

What will happen in the future? Will anyone be hurt or even killed? All kinds of thoughts kept pouring out, and Mikoto Misaka bit her lip desperately, and there had never been a time when she was eager to enter the store like now.

The last 100 meters of distance!

Boom ——!

The cannonball-like object slammed down in front of them, but it wasn't the attack of a magician, but a bloody girl.

The injuries of the God Cracked Fire Weave were already extremely serious.

The exposed skin no longer has the temptation of the usual color, and now it is covered with blood, and even bursting blood vessels can be seen, and the originally smooth waist-length hair is now mixed with clumps of blood sticking to the face and body.

She was gasping for air.

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