Vests are the ceiling of combat power

"Chapter9 Destiny"

Is this the domain of the two-faced Su Nuo?

Nobody knows.

It seemed as if only a second had passed, and it seemed as if an entire century had passed.Time seems to have completely lost its meaning at this moment.

Blood and severed limbs became the cheapest things, and living humans were smashed like oranges in a homogenizer.

Jianren Qihai's memory also froze.In the next ten or twenty years, whenever I recall the night of June 20, there will only be a piece of bright red.

The warm, fishy and sweet liquid flickered across the air, splashing his eyelashes.

Jianren Qihai didn't move.

He has seen super-level curse spirits, and also experienced the cruel methods of curse masters.But none crush life so worthlessly.

Mantras are mantras, and humans are humans.

Two-faced Nuo is two-faced Nuo.

It is not a level of existence.

Based on realistic speculation, he could not defeat the Cursed King.

As for the strongest magician who could really exorcise him, it would take at least twenty? ten? minutes to arrive.

Such cognition gradually formed in Qihai Jianren's mind.

In the empty conference hall, only the first-level conjurer Jianren Qihai, the doll-headed Limei, and the half-cursed king were still alive.

"Aren't you willing to kill him, brat?"

The four-armed teddy bear sat on the bone pile and smiled mockingly.

"I still need a messenger."

The mantra spiritist who had gone astray hugged the white cat who often acted coquettishly, and gently scratched his fluff.

Cat House Shiki Hanako can't let this matter become a headless koan - given the proficiency of the high-level conjurers in making enemies on weekdays.

Therefore, she forcibly limited the power of the spell invested, so that the farthest slash only passed in front of Jianren Qihai's nose.

"I'm tired. Rime."

Nekoyashiki, who still had four eyes open, turned around and ordered the powerful curser naturally.

"As a conjurer, I cannot let you leave here."

Nanami Kento's blunt knife wrapped in speckled cloth lay horizontally in front of Nekoya Shiki Hanako.

"This is the responsibility of being an adult."

Even if he is about to die here.

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"Political vacuum, this is an absolute political vacuum." The man in the suit slapped the conjurer's report printed on the table with "The massacre in Nara on June 208, 6".

His eyes were red and he was trembling with excitement.

Matsuzaka has been waiting for too long.Born in a declining family of magicians, he inherited weak ancestral spells.

Relying on the last bit of concealment to enter the level of magic politics, and was severely suppressed in the middle by a group of conservative idiots with golden spoons in their mouths.

Now those obstacles are all dead as he wished.He even left him a safe and secure path to save his life.

"Go and find out the whereabouts of the six-eyed curse master."

Matsuzaka dispatched subordinates who were loyal to him.In addition to him, there are a lot of people who have the same idea as him.

He has to be first.

Or, he could be the only one.

On the desk where no one cares about, the application for "Um Ugahime" to succeed Kyoto as the principal was submitted in a mess, and the passionate Matsuzaka approved it scribbled.

Another task that was supposed to be assigned to the old-school diehard warlocks was set off by Matsuzaka's rude actions, and finally fell lightly on the training task to be handed over to the students of Tokyo High School.

Mission description: Find out the truth about Hina Misawa Syndrome.

The mission location is Hinamizawa.