Illimitable Until Death

“Boom --! ”

The roar of the tsunami echoed through the snow fields.

That was a snow tsunami.

The snow was lifted like a tsunami under the ravages of a cold knife, then melted into water at visible speeds and disappeared.

The knife passed by and fell straight on the head of a Srpnia.

“Boo-hoo! ”

Along with a bang, the carriage, all made of metal, was easily knocked off and cut in half by the sound of a "bang".

“Ahhhhhhhh ————! ”

Sorrow, followed immediately.

That was not only the cry of the Russian matriarch, but also the cry of ordinary villagers escorted in the convoy.

The sudden movement, even the thought that the bombers of the school city had finally begun to play their original role, intending to turn the entire Russian territory into a sea of fire, dropping bombs over the sky, caused both our enemies to scream.

As for Blanchard, he fell out of a carriage cut in half and rolled in the snow.

The head is blank.

While consciousness can remain sober, it does not immediately understand the situation.

You know, Srpnia is not just a wagon made of metal, it's a real spiritual outfit.

Through a miracle called magic, the crystallization of power that can be achieved like magic, is actually cut in half by one knife?

Are you kidding me?

Of course, Blanchard understood at least one other thing, although he didn't understand that reality.

That is, they were attacked.

And when Blanchard understood the situation, so did the rest of the Russian magicians.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! ”

Just before Blanchard got up from the snow, a Russian mage shouted collectively, manipulating Srpnia and rushing towards the attackers.

Looks like the plan is to use Srpnia as a chariot.

Srpnia has the same usage.

Once upon a time, the Russian Church specialized in defense on the battlefield and was able to cross the scorched earth of war into Srpnia, relying on it to strike, spreading the enemy's formations hard and destroying the enemy's group of magicians collectively.

Otherwise, Srpnia would not have walked so heavily in Russian territory, which had been turned into a battlefield.

But when I saw the scene, Blanchard was yelling.

“No!”

Unfortunately, it's too late to make a sound.

“Choke ————! ”

Knife light, again at the dawn.

And this time, not together, but numbered.

A few cold knives crossed the snowfield, causing a snowstorm and sweeping forward at an alarming speed, falling hard on the onslaught of Srpnia.

“Boo-hoo! ”

At the same time as the explosion sounded, the metal carriage cloth was mounted on the front and rear roads, and was shot out and disintegrated in the middle of the air and scattered into a pile of parts.

A Russian magician fell out of a steel compartment, screaming like Blanchar did before, rolling down on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, teams made up of several magicians from all over Russia were defeated by attacks by unknown attackers.

Blanchard watched the scene happen.

Then, while the brain finally operated successfully, it suddenly pulled its legs out.

It's just that Blanchard wasn't trying to get out of here.

Instead, Blanchard ran in the direction of the convoy.

“Run away?”

How can you escape?

Thinking back to the striking knife attack just now, Blanchard could not imagine how he had managed to escape. Instead, he could easily imagine himself being ruthlessly cut in half by the blade that burst from behind him, with blood splashed on the spot and no corpse left.

So Blanchard knew he couldn't escape.

Running away is a dead end.

The only way to survive is for the villagers who were escorted.

“Use those villagers as hostages...! ”

In this way, there may be a way to live, and the worst of all, to use the villagers as shields to help them gain time to escape.

As for the villagers' safety?

Jokes.

If that were to be feared, Blanchard would not send these innocent villagers to the concentration camps.

But Blanchard's footsteps soon stopped and his expression became more rigid.

The reason is simple.

“It's all right now, don't worry. ”

Only a beautiful girl with gorgeous purple hair, shining like a star, had freed all the cars in the convoy, opened the doors for detention, hid inside, and the frightened villagers were rescued, and even to dispel the anxiety of the parties, the voice appeared particularly soft.

This makes a girl's voice extremely beautiful, as if it were heavenly, quite pleasant.

But Blanchard wasn't very happy.

“Damn it! ”

The final lifeline was severed, causing Blanchard to take a dagger full of inscriptions out of his arms in disgrace.

Obviously, it's also a spiritual costume.

“Go to hell! ”

Blanchard raised the bullet dagger in his hand.

As long as the rune dagger is swung down, on the trajectory that passes in front of it, the atmosphere is added the nature of a "cut", allowing an invisible sickle as long as twenty meters to mercilessly kill the enemy and tear the enemy's flesh apart.

Blanchard, angry with shame, found nothing.

Originally, when they were attacked, there was no lethality in the attackers.

But now, lethal killings have been released.

So...

“Pfft! ”

The tearing of the flesh sounded.

The cold knife crossed Blanchana's high raised hand and cut off its daggered hand raw.

Blood, falling from the air.

“Uh-oh...! ”

Blanchard's scream sounded just as loud and painful.

Branshire, holding her broken arm, screamed and backed away.

Nothing at all. Behind it, a man had already stood.

“Pfft...”

One hand pressed back on Blanchard's shoulder.

“ ———— ”

Blanchard's screaming stopped.

The sound came from behind him and passed into his ear calmly.

“I also wanted to ask how many Russian bases have been built around the area, what actions have been taken by the Russian Adult Church, whether the Roman Orthodox Church is operating nearby, what is the situation of the Russian military, how much information is needed to keep me alive...”

Listen to the sound, Blanchard understands.

“Ahhh...”

That's the voice of death from hell.

Blanchard's consciousness, interrupted right here.

“Pfft! ”

In the banging sound, Blanchard felt his field of view spin for a moment, and he fell to the ground.

And at the end of the day, Blanchard sees his body.

I lost my skull and my neck was spraying blood, falling aside.

Blanchard's eyes closed slowly.

On that day, a team of Russian magicians was wiped out.