Necromancers first start their cultivation by facing their own death. Applying hallucinations to oneself and observing the gradual decay of one's flesh over and over again. The self in the mirror gradually decays and deteriorates. One must get used to the process, face death, embrace it, and recognize the fact that life and death are together.

Necromancy is the art of controlling death.

The Lion Raider waited for Fiore's arrival while smoking a cigarette. Neither the Celestial Realm for exploration nor the Barrier for Defense was unfolded, showing an unsuspecting posture.

Of course, Lion Tribulation also knows very well that if the opponent is her, those things are simply meaningless. Now that it's just a waste of magic and props, it's just an act of unfolding an enchantment or something.

Sensing a slight change in the direction of the wind, the lion snatched away the cigarette butt that was on fire.

He looked up at the sky and called out to the girl floating there, "So, self-introduction should be omitted, right?" ”

The lion laughed. Fiore smiled back.

The location is in a slightly narrow alley sandwiched between two buildings. Fiore is stabbing the outer wall of the building with two "arms" extending from her back. The "arms" have a sleek and stiff feel and look like spider limbs.

"Probably. After all, it's impossible for each other not to know each other's names. But let me give you a warning, okay? "Fiore didn't take the initiative to attack, there were some things she needed to make a statement before the two sides of the battle began.

"Please."

"Get out of here, necromancer. Every piece of land here is the land of our Thousand Worlds Tree. I don't care about your rudeness in stepping into this place. If you ignore this warning, you will only pay the price of death for this foolishness. Fiore warned.

However, this is like the stupid words of the police telling terrorists to put down their guns. And the one who actually puts the gun down is even more stupid.

"Oh...... So, do you think I'm really going to listen? The lion asked rhetorically.

Listening to the words of the lion, Fiore replied with a smile on her face, "No. But if I don't make a declaration first, it's hard for me to make up my mind. ”

I see, the lion tribulation smiled bitterly. On the other hand, once you make a declaration, you won't hesitate to kill yourself.

Of course, the lion robbery did not have the idea of following the other party's warning. He reached into the pouch of his gun and the shotgun was his answer. Suddenly, the density of the mana in the surrounding area began to increase dramatically.

Now the two sides have no room for rhetoric. Fiore knew that Lionboy was a freelance magician and had more combat experience than herself. And the Lion Raid also knew that Fiore was a genius who was the next head of the Yugdomilenia clan.

[The magic used by this person is necromancy.] However, it is not just a simple method of turning the dead into ghouls. For example, the gun he holds in his hand ...... Fiore analyzes the lion's robbery.

[The magic used by this little girl is séance and ergonomics...... It seems to be called a connection-enhanced magic dress. The Lion Tribulation also has speculation and some precautions against her.

What blew away the condensed air between the two of them was the metal lid of a nearby garbage can. The lid that had been blown off the ground by the wind made a crisp sound, and the tension between them exploded. Lionboy drew his shotgun with skillful movements, and Fiore took to the air with determination.

"Bang!"

Pull the trigger, and the bullet made from the severed magician's finger can track the magician's breath and attack the opponent's head.

"Tin Arm of Protection, Attack Order."

Aiming at the opponent's head impartially, a magic bullet that will never be dodged. Faced with a magic bullet that had no other ending than to pierce the door of the brain, the arm that stretched out from her back pinched it without hesitation.

The lion's astonishment was only a matter of a moment. While retreating with agility, he ducked behind a car parked on the side of the road. The two prosthetic hands that protrude from the back are separated into two sides. Her four "arms" were in total, two of which were stabbed on the stone floor as her surrogate feet, and the other two were facing the front of the lion, their jaws open as if they were a snake in a threatening motion.

"Iron Arm of War, Shoot Order."

With a sound similar to that of a bullet, a "light bullet" shot out of its opening. Those "light bullets", which were not inferior to bullets in the slightest, instantly smashed the stone slab at the lion's feet.

"Ahh That arm can do anything! ”

He was obviously a half-catty lion robber, using the car as a shield, and withstood the attack of a spell bullet like a machine gun. He threw away the bullet casings and picked them out of his belt pack and reloaded them.

After firing a diversionary shot, the lion took out the processed owl eyeball and threw it through the gap in the car. After connecting his right eye, he began to observe the other person's appearance. First, he revisited her magic dress.

According to the personal information obtained before the Lion Robbery, she should have the disadvantage of being unable to move her feet due to the deterioration of the magic circuit.

However, in the face of such a dress, that kind of defect is simply not a problem at all. For her, the magic dress is simply equivalent to an extremely good pair and a pair of feet. Although it is only subsonic, since it can easily catch the magic bullet it shoots, it also has an incomparable advantage in precision movement.

[The reaction speed of its self-discipline defense has also almost reached perfection, and it is probably enough to match the maid-type puppet moon spirit liquid carried by the "princess" of the Elmeroy family. 】

However, after all, one is mercury and the other is a metal arm, so it will be quite difficult to deal with attacks such as broadsword mines that attack not from points but from surfaces.

I have to complain that the Moon Spirit Essence that was coolly dragged by Director Ken during the period was in Webb's hands, but it was made into a multi-functional sister shake golem and used it.

A generation of sharp weapons suffered misfortunes and became a maid who coped with simple household chores and chores.

Or is it to satisfy some unknown fetish of Weber? Princess, don't you want the emperor?!

[Why did the Emperor of Valhalla scream for no reason? Why is Director Ken's myeloid fluid frequently being messed upon? Is it a loss of morality or a loss of humanity? Please watch "The Legend of the Moon" ——— Princess Weber's point of no return. 】

Hurry up, Director Ken's coffin board is almost overwhelmed!!