Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

See you soon...

Sorry...I didn't protect you well.

Mori Yuesha was slightly blocked in her heart.

After weighing the handle of the knife a few times, Mori Yuesha turned her eyes to the last trouble with anger for the first time.

Woman with heart mask.

——Unexpectedly, the other party raised his hand very calmly, took off his mask, opened a huge gap in his mouth, and swallowed the mask.

All... Teacher Minagawa? !

The girl was surprised. Just as she was about to lift her leg, a rush of footsteps came from the porch——

Tread, tread, tread——!

"do not move!"

"hands up!"

"Put the knife down! Put it down!"

The roar came from behind Sen Yuesha, the girl turned her head and found several figures standing not far away.

Tojo...

sunflower?

Mori Yuesha saw the short-haired girl at a glance.

What is she doing here?

The five people raised their guns as if facing a formidable enemy, and aimed directly at Sen Yuesha. Among them, the leading man was as strong as a bear, with a solemn face, and took two steps forward.

"'Masquerade'? "

Mori Yuesha shook her finger: "You mean, those guys wearing masks?"

The leading man didn't care what Sen Yuesha said, he freed his hand, pointed at himself, and pointed at Sen Yuesha from a distance.

"The first support team of the Japanese Ritual Institute, Captain Bai Ju."

"Ritualizer, remove your mystery, put down your weapon!"

Chapter 177 Chapter 51 Balance...?

Bang!

The strong sense of weightlessness lasted only two seconds.

Prajna fell heavily on the bricks on the second floor.

"Damn!"

"Mist, my fog!"

While struggling, the man dragged his right leg with dislocated bones, barely propped up his upper body and sat against the wall.

In the silent corridor, he raised his eyes, and five pairs of eyes stared at him inexplicably.

Wisdom: ...

Huh?

Isn't this the white torch that he said 'it's useless even if the torch comes'?

"I--"

The fierce soldier didn't talk nonsense, and quickly pointed to Banjna with his thick left hand.

"Flame Surge!!"

boom--

……

On the third floor, the ground was as clean as if it had just been swept.Bai Ju led four people up the stairs, and behind the five people, Prajna's body that had been corroded by mercury and turned into white bones remained there forever.

"Be careful."

Bai Ju made a gesture, paused in his steps, and quietly took out the pistol...

Five people gathered around and pushed open the door.

A misplaced and blurred figure stood on the spot, with his hands drooping, holding two sharp scalpels.

Tick-tick blood was flowing down the palms and blades.

"Put down the knife!"

"Riter, put down your weapons!"

Tadashi Noguchi blocked Aoi Tojo behind him without any trace, and Takashi Sakai followed suit and blocked Reiko Usami.

The four backed away slightly.

It appears that Bai Ju is moving forward alone...

"The first support team of the Japanese Ritual Institute, Captain Bai Ju."

Bai Ju held the gun cautiously: "Ceremonial person, remove your mystery, put down your weapon!"

The misplaced figure didn't say a word, just staring at the five of them.

Tojo Aoi blinked——

this feeling...

Kind of familiar.

"Warning again!"

"lay down your weapon!"

Bai Ju's finger lightly touched the trigger...

"lay down your weapon!"

After calling several times to no avail, the man responded immediately!

boom!

The gunfire exploded!

The image of intertwined people is like a ghost, pulling out a long shadow, and the moment after avoiding the bullet, it came to Bai Ju's body——

lift the right leg...

Kicked up!

Bang!

"Flame!"

The flame spontaneously ignited, along the two shoulders of the white torch, and burned away towards the fingertips. For a moment, the man seemed to be revived from the flames!

The nearly two-meter-long Bai Ju stepped forward and rushed towards the staggered figures!

Clang!Clang!

Blade swing!

Pulling out the combat dagger on his leg, after the white torch head blocked the opponent's attack, countless flames began to jump in the palm of his hand.They are chasing the target, piercing and rushing in clusters like flaming guns!

boom--

The ground was scorched black, and the figure shifted and flickered!

Clang!

The stabbing scalpel was barely parried by Bai Ju. He knelt down on one knee, his cheeks puffed up vigorously, and his teeth were clenched tightly!

This power and speed...

too strong!

The other party seemed dissatisfied with the stalemate between the two of them. With a slight movement of his wrist, he nimbly used the blade to deflect Bai Ju's block. The man with his chest wide open, a rapier-like leg appeared in his sight!

Bang!

The staggered figures kicked the white torch away!

Tadashi Noguchi swallowed in his throat, and his heart began to beat more violently...

Of course he could see that the person who performed the first ceremony all day was being...

Suppress, beat.

That's right, the opponent seemed to have no use for his abilities, and he suppressed Bai Ju with his mysteriously blessed physical fitness alone.

terrible.

This speed, this power, has completely surpassed the "judgment" level.

But... how is it possible?

Thunder exploded in Bai Ju's heart.

He has fought against third-stage ceremonial practitioners from all over the world. For the first-level and one-world ceremonial practitioners, only those who are also at the trial level are eligible to communicate with him.

Therefore, it was hard for him to believe that after just a few years of mysterious recovery, someone broke through to the third level——

So, the other party is the "Apostle"?

Apostle—a name conceived in the research institute, above the third level.

Apostle means God's messenger and disciple.

According to the researcher's speculation, the apostle-level ceremonialists should have some kind of power far beyond the trial-level, and they may even be able to observe 'gods'.

Of course, the so-called gods and observing gods... Bai Ju scoffed at these things.

today……

Bai Ju still couldn't believe it.

You must know that the top ceremonial practitioners from all over the world were all launched by the country in an instant on the day of the mysterious arrival—these people were selected and cultivated by one in a thousand, and the only top elites left after a lot of testing and screening.