Illimitable Until Death

Same time.

In western Russia, the snowstorm has stopped in the snow fields not far from the territory of the Alliance of Independent States of Elisarina.

The white snow covered the area within sight and kept the temperature very low, feeling that any breath would freeze into cold water, quite cold.

At this point, a rather loud sound sounded.

It sounded like a car engine.

It's loud, it doesn't even sound like a regular human vehicle, it's a big truck.

On the white snow fields, the convoys formed by several large vehicles were moving, and the important parts of the vehicles were reinforced with heavy metal, giving rise to a strong military intent.

That's not surprising.

Now that the war is under way, it is not surprising that there is such a thing on Russian soil.

However, in the front and rear of this convoy, there is something suspicious on both sides.

That's a two-headed Mala carriage.

Moreover, the horse is not a living horse, but a mechanical horse made of silver metal.

It's not the type of horse wearing armor or something, it's a horse made entirely of metal.

As for the compartment, wood and fabric are not used, but also wrapped in a thick housing, like western armor.

If someone on the magic side were here, they would have recognized the carriage.

- "Srpnia".

That's the grey horse Odin, the father of the gods in Nordic mythology, rode.

With eight legs, the horse can run faster than the wind and can even roam freely in the air, in the ground and even in hell. Once there is a war, Odin, the Lord God, wears a Hawk Helmet and rides this eight legged grey BMW to battle.

Nature here is not the legendary Srpnia, but the fabled Russian spiritual costume.

The main purpose of this spiritual garment is to be used as a means of movement and to be able to load different parts for different purposes.

For example, if you want to walk on the water, you will have feet that are used for this purpose.

And, for example, if you want to walk on mud, you'll fit parts that do the same.

Naturally, there are also parts that can walk in the snow.

Now, on the snowfield is Srpnia with snow-specific feet.

At this time, a total of four Srpnias escorted the convoy to the other side of the snow field.

One of them, a Srpniari, is the leader of this convoy here.

The leader's name is Blancher-P-Alheinsk and he is a Russian magician.

Sitting in a carriage covered in silver metal like armor, like a bunch of bugs, Brencia looked out from the only one in the compartment that could see the gap outside.

It's just that Blanchard isn't looking at the ground, he's looking at the sky.

There, the sharp void burst out of nowhere.

“Shh...! ”

A large bomber ripped through the sky at an alarming rate under the scream of a thorn.

Looking at the bomber, which soon disappeared, Blanchard bite his teeth with hatred.

At the same time, in the trunk, a communication spiritual outfit sounded, sending out voices from fellow Blanchard travelers.

“Isn't that a bomber built by the school city? ”

“I hear it can go over 7,000 kilometres an hour. ”

“Even missiles can't catch up, can they? ”

“The theory of air war does not apply to such monsters at all. ”

“Hate the school city. ”

Every Russian magician made an equally resentful sound.

Nor does Blanchard understand their feelings.

Because he also feels very hateful.

“If it weren't for the iron blocks, the fortress base of the school city wouldn't have been built on our territory without any hesitation. No one really...”

Blanchard whispered so low.

But in fact, they should be glad that bombers are now being used only for the delivery of goods.

If the bombers were to play their part, they should have dropped bombs in the air and turned the past into a flaming sea.

The only reason it didn't turn out that way was because of moralism.

If we indiscriminately bomb the territory of a country and burn innocent people to death, it will not be disputed.

Although the Russian side fired direct and unscrupulous intercontinental missiles, the school city seemed to have room to consider socio-moral issues, as if telling Russia that they had more than enough left to be hated.

But Blanchard suppressed his emotions.

“Forget that, let's focus on the completion of the mission. ”

As an adult Russian magician, Blanchard is on a dazzling mission.

“In order to attack the Alliance of Independent States of Elisarina, we must also build a front-line base around the area, and our task is to remove all those living there. ”

Blanchard said that, but the colleagues were all laughing a little cruelly.

“Know, know. ”

“Got to be sent to a mandatory shelter for political prisoners, right? ”

“After all, we are forced to deprive people of their homes. ”

“These people cannot be reintegrated into society. ”

The magicians used an unexpected tone of mouth to say things that made people feel unreasonable.

But that's the truth.

In order to attack the Alliance of Independent States of Elisarina, the Russian side has spared no effort to forcibly evict all the inhabitants of the surrounding villages, occupying the terrain village and constructing a front-line base there.

And the villagers forcibly expelled by the Government, Russia obviously did not take their lives as a matter of fact.

Mandatory shelters for political prisoners.

You're afraid you'll never get out of a place like that?

Now Russia's adult magicians are escorting these innocent villagers to the gates of hell.

“Clearly we are magicians, what we should do is not such a crude job...”

Blanchard couldn't help but mumble like this.

Send innocent villagers to concentration camps for political prisoners and call such work "rough work" cold-blooded magicians.

This is the true face of the magician.

As a result, their catastrophe came.

“Hmm?”

That's when Blanchard noticed.

In front of the Mercedes-Benz convoy, a figure stood on the snow, facing them.

They are wearing thin clothes that give rise to suspicion that they will freeze to death at any time, and a pure white knife at the waist.

In a brief moment, Blanche looked at each other.

It's a pair of calm eyes like a tranquil lake.

But that calm made Blanchard's back freeze-like stiff.

“Da...”

Slight to utterly impossible to hear, but incredible sounds in the ears.

That's what they do when they put their hands on the knife handle.

“Bad!”

Blanche's face changed sharply.

Spin…

“Choke ————! ”

Cold knife light, crossing the sky.