Kanagawa Prefecture, Yokosuka City.

"Ah, something isn't right."

Kamsin looked around with an indifferent gaze, for he looked like a child in height, and was wearing a raincoat. The hair that hung down behind him in a braided strip was also tucked into the raincoat hat.

"Well, the breath is very wrong, isn't there a fire mist warrior here....."

Beheimert responds as if urging the contractor:

"I remember hearing from the outside world that Finella, the 'Tricky Marker', should have been operating around here recently."

"Ah, Dan Rogers, the 'figurative kumite'?"

Hearing the name of the Demon King, Kamsin conjured up the appearance of a middle-aged man in a tattered costume, and then appeared in his white shirt and tie.

"Well, she and her contractor should be operating around here recently, and she can't ignore such a distortion."

"Ah, that's weird."

When Camsin responded, he turned his head slightly and looked at the location of the outside world in his memory, and the raindrops were falling from the raincoat hat that did not well hide the scars on his face.

"Let's go check it out."

In a calm and indifferent tone, Kamsin took a step and walked in the direction of the goal.

However, when he arrived at the place where he remembered the outside world, he found only a pile of ruins.

The outer lodging of the city has been completely destroyed.

And for these ruins, passers-by don't have anything to care about.

Kamsin thus determined that the ruins were the work of disciples.

In the eyes of ordinary people who don't know about the Red World, the disciples and the Fire Mist Warriors, the damage caused to the level of existential power by the disciples will be naturally recognized in a distorted form.

If you ask someone or even an eyewitness what happened here, the answer is basically the same:

"Well, you see it, so what?"

It's as if what happened here is very natural.

No one remembers the real ins and outs of things at all.

For these people, no matter what happens, even if it has completely collapsed, even if there are traces of destruction everywhere, for such a situation, it is "natural".

Anyone would take that for granted.

It doesn't matter if there's an apprentice or a fire mist warrior flying in the sky, or if you're doing something more than common sense, it's the same.

This kind of thing has been encountered countless times in the tuning work of Camsin and Beheimert.

However, it was at this time that he saw a figure.

A man standing in the rain, looking at the ruins.

But...... It shouldn't be in vain.

Mystis? Or a facilitator?

Anyone who will pay special attention to the damage caused by the Disciples and Fire Mist Warriors at the level of existential power, unless it is someone who knows about it.

After perceiving that there was no one in the ruins, Kamsin walked over to the other party and asked:

"Do you know what's going on here?"

Hearing his words, the man turned his head and glanced at him:

"Yes, I did."

This sentence made Camsin stunned, and he turned his head to look at him suddenly, his expression slightly solemn.

However, in his perception, the other party's existential power is quite ordinary, and the size is also the size of an ordinary person......

However, the moment he came up with the idea, a creepy feeling arose.

He hurriedly turned his head, only to see the passers-by around him who were still moving as usual, but at this moment, they all stopped and looked at him.

！！！

This abnormal posture made Kamsin immediately choose to retreat and pull out the huge iron rod behind his back.

"Mr. Kamsin, don't be in too much of a hurry, you can't beat me here, this city is already one of my strongholds."

The man spoke, but, as if thinking of something, he smiled:

"Oh, by the way, I'm a masquerade now."

Faced with the man in front of him, Kamsin responded by driving the power of existence -

"Blocked!"

Brown flames swirled crimson, and the totem circles spread out in all directions.

As the seal unfolded, Kamsin's left hand reached to his chest:

"Drive."

Boom!!!

Camsin's palm ignited a brown flame about the size of a baseball.

"Form a free style, the bloodline of Qatar Xiu."

With Behemert's voice, the high-level freedom totem arranged in small columns of words spread around, about to pull up the stones on the ground.

But......

Rustle.

The ground suddenly cracked and shattered into countless fine sands.

"Ah, you can't form a free pose."

Kamsin's gaze swept around, not just this area, but also the other areas that had been sealed off.

Can't pull out a single stone.......

The whole city is locked down by the Freedom Law? No, the feeling of these sands...... Is it his body!?

"This form, is it difficult to become ......"

"Bad Blade, Shabrak."

Kamsin stared at the man in front of him, wary of the people around him who were also staring at him.

As one of the oldest Fire Mist Warriors, he also had a general understanding of the disciples who had appeared and had more or less information from the outside world.

In this case, the most consistent is the bad blade Shabrak undoubtedly.

Even if it is defeated and killed, it will not die, but will soon regenerate.

"Is that the reason?"

Is his body not a human figure walking on the ground at all, but located underground, embedded in one with the earth?

He couldn't think of any other disciple who could do such a thing except Bad Blade Shabrak.

"Ah, I've heard about it from 'Ten Thousand Skillful Hands', but I didn't expect it to be this kind of implementation."

"Well, it's a bit dangerous to not be able to unfold freely."

Behemert's voice followed by Kamsin.

Their strongest means of fighting - using the "Seal of Qatar Xiu" as a free method, to form the body of a rock giant to fight.

But, even then, he is not without means of fighting -

"Seth's Wheels!"

The metal pillar, which was larger than his body, shook in his hand, and the free-form diagram of fine words condensed flew out and landed on the ground.

Rumble!!!

Brown flames burst out, rolling up a storm with the free-form totem as the core.

Moreover, the ground seemed to be affected by the flames, and it was about to crack open and roll up a whirlpool.

But......

"Mr. Kamsin, there is no need to try again as a temptation, as you said, the whole city has been infiltrated by me."

The man smiled:

"However, perhaps you should worry about the Serpent of Sacrifice compared to me, at the masquerade, thanks to the efforts of the Thousand Transformations Xiu Denan, that one is already about to return."

Hearing this, Kamsin's expression, which was originally indifferent no matter what situation he encountered, finally had a trace of fluctuation.

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