reversal impulse

Tokyo in the imaginary space is big and empty. If you want to blindly search for the target in such a city, the possibility of finding it is almost zero.

Fuheshier didn't intend to find the monster either.

His idea is very simple, Jiarui Nitzi is not the kind of person who will be helpless after being taken away, if he were, he would not be able to live now.

Shier also noticed another point - the tentacle monster helped Nitro block the flying glass shards.Combining with what Nitro had been saying yesterday when he encountered an abnormality, [Gano, stay here——].

It has no intention of killing the family.

In this way, Fu Heisher only had to think for a while before deciding on his next move.

Go directly to the quest location of Jiajin Glass and wait to meet him.

"Tokyo High School of Conjuration?" El-Melloi II gave way to Fuheshier, a little curious, "Why do you think the place circled on the map is there?"

Shi Er laughed: "Guess?"

After speaking, he passed El-Melloi II and went out directly.

Where else can Iauri Glass make that expression and confirm it repeatedly.

Fu Heisher is not familiar with the high school, the last time he found the relevant curse master to find out the information, it was for the list of the family to enter the glass, but only half of the task object became the new boss.

His intelligence collection for the high school only stayed on some superficial things.

But I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, when he rushed to the high school, the huge explosion and noise inside proved that something was indeed happening here.

After witnessing the source of the confusion, Fuheshier, who was standing a little far away, stopped. He concealed his figure and pulled the magician who was following him aside.

"Don't move." Shi'er warned in a low voice.

El-Melloi II looked towards the chaos through the barrier.

That happened to be the home they were planning to find.

He was holding a scalpel covered with magic power, and he was possessing himself expressionlessly as he quickly shuttled through the flying gravel.

El-Melloi II looked in the direction he was aiming at, and a man with long silver-blue hair, wearing a strange cloak, and a lot of sutures on his face and body was constantly stepping back.

Jia Ruozi's skill was very agile, the scalpel was thrown towards the suture man's throat, and before the man was about to raise his hand to pull out the knife, two flashes of cold light flashed.

The following sharp objects happened to hit the vertically inserted knife to the wrong side. After two consecutive times, the head of the man with the sutured face was almost cut off directly.

But still close.

The man didn't seem to feel pain, and such an injury wasn't fatal to him—no, it wasn't an injury at all.

He wasn't even bleeding.

"Oh, can you still use it like this, it's amazing!"

While sighing from the side, the man's wound healed quickly, and he threw aside the bag he had been carrying all the time, with a strangely childish tone in his tone.

"But it can't be delayed any longer, it will be troublesome if Gojo Satoru finds out."

Jia Ruozi heard the name, but it didn't affect his speed of attack.

He has only one goal - to cut off his head.

Fifteen minutes ago, Jiajin Nitro felt bad the moment he stepped into the territory of the high school.

It is true that this is a high school, but it is quite different from what he remembered.

Although the surroundings are still covered with terrifying flesh and blood, things like the bushes on both sides of the road and the arrangement of ordinary facilities are not quite right.

And where Saya was taking him to, Gaozhuan's Jiku, there should have been a long torii gate on the way, but now it has directly turned into an open space.

"Because of that dirty thing!" Saya's tone became worse, "He belongs to the existence of the "future" timeline, but I don't know what happened, he tore a hole in the imaginary space, completely unaware His identity as an intruder is now flitting around like an idiot. "

"Is there any effect?" Nitro asked.

Saya said: "Of course there is, he is just a knife, swinging it around will only poke the imaginary space to pieces."

After being completely pierced, it will merge with reality - that's what Jiaruizi guessed.

That's why Saya, who doesn't want to leave here, hates that thing so much.

When Jia Ruozi was still thinking, they had already arrived at the gate of the Jiku.

After seeing the figure standing at the door of the Jiku, Nitro understood why Saya named him as a conjurer.

That filthy thing is nothing but a special magic spirit whose appearance is no different from that of a human.

There is only one door leading to the taboo library in the Buddhist pavilion of the high school, and Lord Tian Yuan's enchantment will randomly change the position of that door every day.

Therefore, according to common sense, it is basically impossible to invade the Taboo Treasury without disturbing the Tianyuan Barrier.

The curse spirit who sewed his face at the door did it, and there were still two strange creatures with no signs of life lying at his feet.

They collided directly head-on, and both sides were surprised for a moment.Saya glanced at the miserable creatures on the ground and then lowered his face: "This kind of meaningless transformation of human beings..."

Saya's subsequent words became smaller and smaller, and Nitro's attention was completely focused on the first half of the sentence

This might happen someday in the future.

This curse spirit reformed and killed Master Tianyuan's guards, and took something from Gaozhuan's taboo library, but unfortunately happened to hit the intersection of imaginary space and reality, and thus became the current situation.

He is an intruder, no matter from which level, he is an intruder.

"..." Jiarui Zizi glanced at Saya, his eyes were still on the stitched face curse spirit, and asked quickly, "What do you need me to do, just get rid of it?"

Saya let go of his hand, took a step back, and said in a cold voice, "I want his head."

Jia Ruozi thought to himself that you really know how to open your mouth, and he probably can't deal with super-level curse spirits.

But to ask whether he can or not, his answer is yes.

Stitching the face, the curse spirit looked around at the face of the nitrate at home, and pretended to sigh: "Didn't you say that there are only two guards? Or is it over there?"

In the eyes of the four, the two sides reached a certain degree of consensus——

As long as you kill/exorcise the opponent, you should be fine.

……

Jia Ruozi does not belong to the combat magician, he can participate in very few battles, and hardly threatens his own life.

But compared to many conjurers who think a lot in battle, the idea of ​​entering the glass is much simpler.

As long as you don't die, you can win.

It seems that the other party thinks so too.

No matter what kind of damage the body of the super magic spirit can recover quickly, not only that, but his whole body can be deformed at will.

Nitro found that the other party seemed to have a better chance of winning than him. When he stabbed the scalpel into his throat for the second time and slashed sideways vigorously, there was a more disgusting smile than "ugly" on the face of the stitched mantra. Raised a hand on his shoulder.

He wants to activate the spell!

At the same time, from an unknown direction, a chain quickly pierced through the air, piercing the joint between the curse spirit's arm and the body, and the huge force tore the curse spirit's entire arm off.

"It's too late." The suture-faced curse spirit whose vocal tract was destroyed laughed, and activated the spell in a rough voice like a broken box.

"Inaction to change—"

"..."

Jia Ruozi raised his eyes, pressed down with his index finger and at the same time he still had time to sneer softly: "Oh?"

The pride of the curse spirit instantly froze on his face, as if he didn't understand why this magician could still stand in front of him completely.

He belatedly found that his broken arm could not grow back, and his soul was still in a complete shape, but the operation was forcibly interrupted.

The chain was withdrawn, and the man holding the special magic tool slowly came out from the shadows.

As he walked, he untied the two intertwined spell tools, and finally stuffed the Wanli lock back into the mouth of the spell spirit on his shoulder.

"Don't make a fuss, it just happens to be able to remove the effect of the spell."

Fu Heisher smiled while holding the Tianni Hoko.