Illimitable Until Death

“Boom...! ”

In the sound of the landing, the brick hit the shadow of the wolf and rolled out, but immediately turned up again, despite his own wolf, to the side.

“Pfft...! ”

Almost at the same time, another brick flew up and hit its previous position, stirring up a piece of dust.

The attackers who escaped the attack leapt aside and hid behind a pillar.

Watching this scene, there was no change in expression, lazy noise.

“Are you going to keep playing? ”

Words without tension told each other that the party was not seriously responding to the attack.

That's nature, too.

“If I'm serious, will this place be razed to the ground? ”

It's not a threat, it's not an exaggeration, it's a mere fact telling.

So the other side silenced down.

Later, the attackers came out from behind the pillars.

It's a teenager with brown hair and remarkable looks.

The teenager looks very sunny. The expression on his face gives a feeling like Jade Spring wind. It is also quite elegant to throw your hands up. At a glance, you can see that the world is wonderful. There is no doubt that he is a superior person.

“It's been a long time since I've heard of you, last observation. ”

The teenager smiled softly and greeted her gently.

“I am Hikara Hikaru, I am rude, please give me more guidance. ”

Haiyuan is expensive.

The name, for a well-informed person, should be famous.

He is the grandson of the president of Changbaotai Middle School, and has power in the school city with the main purpose of developing superpowers, like the presidential family of great financial valves.

Unfortunately, Changbantai Secondary School is a girls' school. Haiyuan Guangxi cannot enter the campus or dormitory, but other places are unhindered for this person.

And he himself is a very capable Lv.4, and under Lv.5 alone, he is a remarkable young man throughout the school city.

However…

“Talk to me with that face. That's really rude, Mage. ”

That's what they say.

That's right.

The other party is not Hikara Hikaru.

That face was just borrowed.

That identity is also disguised.

And the other is not a capable man, but a magician.

In his hand, he also held an obsidian dagger, whose surface sparkled, revealing a hint of obscure magic.

This alone confirms the other person's identity as a magician.

“Or is it better to have a real name? ”

He said so in a tone that did not report any interest.

The refreshing smile on her face disappeared when she disguised herself as a glorious magician of Haihara.

Replaced by hostile expressions.

Like a great enemy, full of hostile expression.

“It's really you, I saw right through it. ”

The other person responded with a smile that was somewhat hazy.

“Then call me Azali. ”

The teenager who claimed to be Azeri raised the obsidian dagger in his hand.

Like bragging, like introducing by the way, saying this.

“It's called the Tolaviska Gang Tikhutori Gun. ”

- "Tolaviska Gang Tikhutori's Gun".

That's the name of the spiritual and decomposition magic of the weapon used by Azari.

The name Tolaviska Gang Tikhutori refers to the god of war and destruction in Aztec mythology, meaning "master of the morning", and is the god in charge of Venus and destruction.

It is said that this God of Destruction possesses a gun formed by the light of Venus that can kill all those who are illuminated by the light of Venus.

Venus, on the other hand, shines all over the planet.

In other words, if there was a gun like this, it would have killed the entire planet in an instant.

Naturally, it is not possible for humankind to harness that power.

The gun Aizali used was just a replica made of obsidian.

The principle is to use the Obsidian dagger as a mirror, reflecting the light of Venus, and to break down the matter bathed in the light of Venus.

Simply put, it's a pistol that can completely disassemble the object you're aiming at, no matter how powerful the enemy is, with one shot.

This magic, which belongs to the Aztec system, is naturally not used by crucifix magicians.

There is only one magical force in the world that is good at Aztec magic.

It is the largest magical association in Central America, masquerading human skin as others and harnessing the power of a vast number of magical aircraft - the "Return of the Winged".

They are not strangers to each other.

After all, one of the original monastic books stolen in the previous year belonged to the winged.

“Is this also a karma? ”

Aizali naturally doesn't understand what we're saying.

However, Aizari seemed to understand it as something else, revealing a hostile smile that seemed harmless to humans and animals.

“It is indeed karma. ”

So Azari raised the obsidian dagger in his hand.

“Huh!”

A light was immediately reflected from the mirror-smooth surface of the Obsidian dagger and swept into the square.

But at the same time, the bricks were thrown out of the hand.

“Boo-hoo! ”

In the cracking sound, the bricks are shattered into numerous neat pieces, which are perfectly broken up.

“With thrown bricks...!? ”

Azari was shocked.

But it was just a laugh and not a laugh.

“If you're surprised at this level, there's really no need to continue playing with you. ”

As the voice sounded, the fourth brick flew out.

Speed, faster than before.

Aizali, can't react at all.

“Boo-hoo! ”

The burst sounded, loud in front of a pillar.

Like carrying the power of Wan Jun, the brick immediately fell on the column, like a penetrating bullet, and threw the entire column through.

Aizali stood next to the pillar.

There was a cold sweat on his forehead.

As for the square, it's like doing a slight exercise, dropping your hand in the throwing position.

“Is that the end of the game? ”

It shifted its gaze away from Aizali and turned to the door of the unfinished building.

“If you don't come out, even if it were me, your patience would be worn out? ”

This time it's really a threat.

Moreover, it is an extremely effective threat.

“Don't worry, Senior, it's just a greeting. Greetings. ”

With some bitter laughter, Yuanchun came out of the building slowly.

Behind them, there were two more.

A teenager.

A teenage girl.

“What a boring game. ”

Juveniles with an atmosphere of turmoil, madness and cruelty are extremely upset to say such things.

Well, Heran is a convenient passage.

As for the teenage girl, she was a woman with red hair tied behind her back in two bundles, her upper body exposed, her chest wrapped with only cloth, the winter uniform she was supposed to wear was worn over her shoulders, and her lower body was a highly exposed mini skirt.

Unlike the extremely unpleasant side, the girl's eyes and expression revealed a sense of fear and cowardice.

Jean Fang, he smiled with great interest.