The unicorn was very frightened by the appearance of Ciri in front of him, and his pupils, which had been ancient without waves, suddenly constricted, and the thin breath in his nose became very heavy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It stepped back with its scarred body, but was blocked by the broken wall behind it.

Ciri has no experience in dealing with unicorns, but she is still capable of dealing with a horse, but it is not clear what the difference between a unicorn and a horse is.

His hand reached out to the unicorn, but did not touch it, and the voice soothed the emotions of the legendary creature. Perhaps because Ciri's way worked, or perhaps because the horse and the unicorn had the same commonality, Ciri slowly calmed down in his efforts, and although his eyes were full of guard, he did not make the violent movements that he had just dodged.

"What's going on here?" Seeing the unicorn, Ciri's doubts deepened, the scene of the shootout and the horseshoe prints of the heavy cavalry were found nearby, and the camp was full of the corpses of those invaders, and the bullets found in the unicorn's lair were the same as those used by the invaders, and there were thousands of combinations and associations of clues, but which one was correct?

Imagine it, but Ciri's pacifying work has not stopped, and now she is struggling with how to get this unicorn out and bring it back, calling for support is a good way, but now her most important task is how to keep it alive - the horse is very tenacious, and the unicorn should be the same, but such a serious injury has already condemned him to death.

Quickly activating the communication equipment he had brought, Ciri began to worry about the task, and the colonel made it clear at the beginning: the unicorn should live, not die.

Ciri used to be a cavalryman, and whenever he encountered a situation in which he accompanied his warhorses, he would understand the painful life for them, and there was not too much material on the battlefield to treat them. Now Ciri is faced with this situation again, but the unicorn cannot be killed, and there are no healing tools at all in the current conditions!

The unicorn's life characteristics are slowly weakening, and it is believed that it will reach the end of its life in a short time, but it is still able to maintain a half-dead life, and the space created by the collapse is too small, allowing Ciri to forcibly remove it into an unrealistic fantasy.

The hand hanging in front of it slowly approached, and finally placed it on its neck, the supple and messy intertwined hairs brushing through her hands, and Ciri tried to calm the other person's emotions so that he would not be overly scared and nervous, and the mysterious unicorn was now treated by her as if it were an ordinary horse.

"It feels like it's different...... "Gently stroked, she found something different, this is not the difference between a unicorn and an ordinary horse, this is a different feeling of the world.

Stroking the other person's neck, she felt that the force of her hand was not the same, sometimes it needed more force to slide through the other person's hair, and sometimes it felt uncomfortable because of the excessive force. The unprecedented manifestation is like the creation of two different worlds in its vicinity and in the vicinity of Ciri.

Observing the unicorn in doubt, Ciri noticed that it longed to leave and fought for it, how could it leave when it was seriously injured?

However, now it seems that the other party's idea is difficult to realize, it is difficult to use this ability when it is seriously injured, Ciri's hand is more and more inappropriate to touch the hair, and the sense of disobedience between the two worlds is getting stronger and stronger, but the unicorn's expression is becoming more and more desperate, and it seems to use all its strength to drive itself to use this ability, but to no avail.

Feeling this feeling that had never been manifested, she seemed to find the ability to slow down the flow of time again, and the unicorn's gaze towards her gradually slowed down, and finally became like slow motion, and the speed of the hair that she stirred up flashed before her eyes like a frame, continuous but with a small gap.

She turned her head, and the snowflakes falling to the ground behind her were the same, slowly, stop-and-go, like a game in which a backward graphics card forcibly drives a graphics card killer, and if this continues, Ciri wonders if the "graphics card" driving the scene in front of her will burn out.

The hand stroking the unicorn seemed to be touched by something, and Ciri suddenly realized that it was the half-dead unicorn, and the slightly tilted head touched Ciri's hand as if to show its friendliness.

Now that her guard had dissipated, Ciri's eyes were met by her harmonious face, the blood-stained horse making a smile on her face, which made Ciri feel very absurd.

However, the absurdity that is different from the perception does not make it manifest anything, and what touches it deeply now is the unicorn's return to normal body - not that the injury has healed, but that time has become normal and coordinated, and it is not like a slideshow like the world around it.

"Are you capable?" asked Ciri, not considering whether it would be able to understand herself.

Shaking its head slightly, the injuries on its body made it very stiff.

"So this is my ability?" asked Ciri, uncertain, being able to communicate with animals in words seemed ridiculous, but now this scene was happening between a man and a beast.

Nodding slightly, the unicorn seemed to acknowledge this reality.

She already knew her own ability, but she was worried about how to use it, this ability was very terrifying to use in battle, but now the use of this ability depends on luck, and she doesn't know when the ability will appear.

As the ability continued to work, she turned her head and looked at the outside world, wondering how long this would last, the slide-like world was a test of the human heart, but the power displayed made it very shocking.

It feels like the world is in your hands.

The billboard next to it was also slowly piling up a thick layer of snow in the falling snowflakes, and she watched carefully, focusing all her attention on the snowflakes on it, and she saw the polygonal snowflakes touching each other and stacking them.

The feeling of incongruity in her hand did not interrupt her careful observation.

Suddenly, he saw a disembodied figure appear in his eyes, it was the hollow line of the billboard, it appeared abruptly and moved to the place where the billboard was, and the sudden change caused it to immediately roll backwards away from the unicorn's location, and the long sword placed on the ground was returned to his hand.

The expected sound of metal hitting the wall was not heard, and the unreal lines were white, and a closer look revealed that there were countless blurred dotted lines that together formed the appearance of a billboard, and now the illusion was repeating the action of resetting, and standing at Ciri's current angle, she also saw her former self - a phantom of the dotted line combination.

Now her apparition and the apparition of the billboard repeat this repetitive motion, she pushes the billboard away, then she strokes the unicorn, then she disappears, and the billboard returns to the position of blocking the unicorn, and the scene repeats itself until Ciri's attention is no longer on the billboard.

"New abilities?" was just a thought that flashed through her mind, and she put it aside for now, what happened to the unicorn was what she needed to care about the most.

"Dead. When she rejoined the unicorn, she found that it had lost all signs of life, that it had stopped breathing, and that its body was no longer unstable, only that the temperature on its body indicated that it had survived not long ago.

The mission failed, and the rescue force was on the way, and now she had to wait here slowly.

The unicorn is dead, and so is the ability to slow down time

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The wind howled into the room, and the wind beat against the tavern's thin glass windows, which seemed to be about to be broken by this powerful force at any moment.

The tavern has always been a lively place, but in a world that resembles the Age of Discovery, there is no shortage of guests, and the guests who fill the entire tavern chairs are not shouting loudly, but are all whispering.

Black coats and trench coats are the theme here, and tricorne hats and manners of the same color become a sight to behold, and these different styles of clothing of the same color cover the various hot and cold weapons carried by their masters.

"I don't like it here. These are the words of a woman sitting in a corner, dressed in the same way that no one around her is recognizable.

"Jiwei Ai'er, don't complain, they don't dare to set foot in this world at will. The voice was made by a man seated next to him, and a similar black outfit was the subject here.

"But the people here are too extreme......"

"Don't talk casually, the exposure of your abilities will put us in a situation from which we will never recover. ”

As if to justify the woman's words, there was a desperate and frustrated voice from the tavern with only a weak voice.

"I came back from the colony today, and I learned that my parents and brothers had been taken away by them......" spoke a young man with a gauze-covered face and a wide hat that could not hide it.

"I think they're going to take me away soon...... I don't think of that hell ......"

"Don't worry, I think it might have been a misunderstanding, you might go home and see your family waiting for you to come back......" The reassurance of the companion is always unconvincing because of the lack of confidence.

Louder voices rang through the tavern, whispers now gone, and a heavy pressure hung over everyone's heads.

Click!

The wooden door of the tavern opened, and all eyes were on the four men who entered—a woman in light armor, her face obscured by a graceful mask, holding a special ceremonial pole on which a large abstract symbol of the sun was sculpted, followed by three heavily armored warriors with heavy armor on top and light leather trousers and boots, a sword and a stout musket hanging from her waist, and a large metal shield on her back.

The moment the boys entered, they immediately came to the male who was making a dejected voice, and he had been trembling ever since he saw the four enter.

"Now I'm arresting you on orders from the church, Second Lieutenant Jack, we suspect ......" and the woman got straight to the point, but before he could finish speaking, the mutation happened.

The sound of the dagger unsheathed stirred everyone's nerves, and it was Ensign Jack who drew the dagger, but instead of stabbing at the man who frightened him, the dagger in his hand quickly cut a fatal wound in his own throat.

"Jack don't!" his companions sat beside him were startled by the scene, and they panicked to their feet and covered the wound, the sleeves of their black trench coats turning dark red from the blood, but the blood could not be stopped by the simple act of the flood.

The faint sound of a sword unsheathed rang out from all sides of the tavern, and now it was like a powder keg, and the faint spark would detonate it.

"Givie Elle, let's leave at once!" the man sitting in the corner immediately persuaded his female companion - now she was about to draw her sword from her back, and the scene just now made her want to join the battle that was about to break out.

The second lieutenant, named Jack, ended his life with a pained face and a relieved smile.

God's will was carried out. And the woman in armor who caused this scene only reverently responded to this unexpected accident.

She and the three remaining soldiers retreated towards the door of the tavern, and they couldn't have felt the unfriendly atmosphere of the scene. Now the entire tavern stood up, drew their weapons, and the battle was about to break out.

Bang!

A black-clad man who approached the religious warrior tried to launch a sneak attack, but was stopped by a musket in the hands of a heavily armored warrior, and after charging a short distance, he finally fell to his knees in front of the warrior under the force of the bullet.

He looked up and saw the warrior's sword inserted into his body, the sword smashing caused a devastating wound on its internal organs, conveying inhuman pain, splashing blood made it convulse, and finally the warrior threw it far away, and finally the sneak attacker who fell to the ground died unwillingly and painfully.

A sneak attack by a man in black became the beginning of the battle.

Tomorrow's update is said in the evening. There are also two chapters to transfer the fantasy art style.