Illimitable Until Death

The four control towers in Watergate are located in four directions: east, south, west and north.

They are separated by an area.

In other words, in Watergate City, there is a control tower on 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th Streets, which is quite far away.

In order to recapture the Watergate city and liberate the occupied control tower, everyone must depart simultaneously and must attack simultaneously, all of which must succeed.

Otherwise, as long as a control tower is taught and controlled by a witch, the watergate city will be sunk into the water.

Sylvia, Amelia and Rem came to one of the control towers in this situation.

There, a man walked out of the tower slowly, as if he had waited too long, as if he could not wait.

Seeing that man, Sylvia, Amelia and Rem all tightened their faces.

Not for anything else, just because of each other's appearance.

In a nutshell, that's a different kind.

In terms of size, it does seem to be a woman.

But the woman wrapped her head around it with a rather messy bandage, revealing only a pair of eyes, wearing a black coat, and wrapped her body tightly around it. On both hands, she was also tied to a long and irregular chain, the end of which was long enough to drag on the ground, so that the sound of the chain rubbing against the ground could be heard clearly.

Undoubtedly, this outfit, whether it's Sylvia, Amelia or Rem, is the first time I've seen it.

So, there's no other way to describe the person in front of you, except for the opposite.

It makes you feel that the person in front of you is different from yourself, is the real reason for the different kind, because the other person's eyes are only exposed.

Those eyes were filled with emotions that seemed insane.

“--Not yet...”

There are evil voices coming out of each other's mouths.

“Not coming... not coming... not coming... not coming... not coming...! ”

The Archbishop of the Great Crimes, who presided over "Anger", was just like his duty, filling his mad voice with anger.

“Woman! Why are you here, woman? It was a man who killed my husband! Is that man not here? Didn't you come? Take your love away from others! Don't you dare face the revenge of a little wife? What an abomination! Hate! ”

The fierce anger, seemingly indeed cursed, was spit out of Sirius' mouth as muddy as water, trembling.

“Why!? ”

Sirius looked angrily at the three young girls and denounced them loudly.

“Why didn't you come!? Where the hell is my husband's killer? ”

Sirius waved his hand as he roared angrily.

“Hoo-hoo! ”

In the next second, the chain, which was lifted by a heavy swing, pulled forward with a whirring wind, like a heavy whip.

However…

“Hoo-hoo! ”

The second strong wind sounded, barely a second apart.

The other chain suddenly swept halfway through the sky, and the whistle rolled out.

However, this time the front end of the chain is tied to an iron ball.

Heron, that's Rem's meteor hammer.

“Psst! ”

In the crisp interplay of gold iron, Sirius' chain was struck off by Rem's meteor hammer, and in the spark of appearance, it bounced in another direction.

“Witchmen...! ”

With a white unicorn protruding on his forehead and a lock gripped by a meteor hammer in his hand, Rem also revealed the fury of no less than Sirius. Under the influence of ghosting, his lovely face was slightly distorted by excessive anger.

Rem also had reason to be angry.

After all, witchcraft is the culprit of its ghost village and the slaughter of the people of Rem.

So Rem's anger is definitely no less than Sirius's.

As the archbishop of "Anger," Sirius would naturally not understand that anger.

“Anger? Hate? Do you find my presence obstructive? Want to get rid of me? ”

Sirius sounded like he was fighting Rem.

“But... but ah! That's my stuff! No one should take it away from me! ”

Sirius was like an outburst, grabbing his hair, yelling at a line of girls.

“Where did you hide that man?! Where did you hide the guilty man who killed my husband? ”

That's the look of being angry because of anxiety. I don't know why, but it gives a very pathetic impression.

In this case, Amelia took a step forward.

“Are you really the man's wife? ”

Amelia opened her eyes with her worried eyes and expression.

Immediately afterwards, Rius became angry.

“Are you questioning my relationship with my husband? Are you questioning my relationship with my husband? How dare you!? Why, why, why, why --? ”

Rius lifted the chains of his wrists, causing them to pass through the air like twisted pythons and burst into Amelia.

And this time, it wasn't Rem who stood up.

“Why don't you just listen to someone else and get angry? ”

With a helpless smile, Sylvia leaped like a dance to Amelia, and the sword-shaped brilliant weapon in her hand crossed two beautiful trajectories, and the chains of future attacks were cut off almost simultaneously.

Sparks illuminate Sylvia's beautiful face and eyes like flashes.

Sylvia looked at Yurius and said something like this.

“You said it was someone called Fong Li who killed your husband, right? ”

Sylvia's eyes gradually flashed.

“I'm sorry the guy didn't show up. ”

That's what Sylvia said.

“But at least I'm here. ”

Hearing Sylvia, Rius crooked his head and seemed confused.

Until Sylvia said that.

“For me, that man is the same as my husband. ”

Sylvia was not as rich as Rius, but in terms of concentration, she couldn't lose an emotion at all, looking directly at Rius and saying so.

“So when that man has an opponent he has to deal with, I can only see you in his place. ”

Rumor has it that Rius is silent.

“Is that so... is that so? ”

Yurius was like insane, shaking his body, whispering.

“Faced with me seeking a husband, it was you who stood up for him, wasn't it? ”

Mumbling like this by Reus, then pointing to Amelia and Rem.

“What about you? What are you doing here? In what capacity do you stand before me? And why should I bear my anger, my hatred, my obsession? ”

This is both a question and a test of eligibility.

So, both Amelia and Rem instinctively realized that.

Your own answer will determine if you are eligible to stand here.

Standing here, facing the woman who appeared to avenge her husband.