Yae Sakura!Beep!

Let go of your index finger.

The blood-stained card fell to the ground, in the center of the pattern.

"dream……"

She lifted her foot slightly.

"--call!"

The proclaimed chants fell at the same time as the raised feet.

That is, the moment she stepped heavily on the card.

The violent light submerged Illya inside, and the violent magic power tore the wind into pieces.

Moments later, Ilya, who reappeared in the eyes of everyone, has completely changed her appearance.

The bright red long sleeves tightly wrap the arms, and the black chest protector extends to the chest, but it is cut off suddenly when it goes down, revealing the white abdomen, and a torn bright red long cloth is wrapped around the waist, like a skirt, covering the The black fat times below.

The next moment when the magic power dissipated completely, the swordsman raised his sword and swung down, sending out a terrifying sword pressure towards Illya.

"boom!"

However, before Miyu could scream, Illya stretched out her left hand, and a strange shield appeared in front of her, blocking the attack casually.

In the smoke and dust created by the collision, a short white knife flew out of the air, and while being blocked by the swordsman's swing, it also interrupted her slashing movement.

Miyu clearly saw that Illya, who felt a little strange to her, put her left hand on her right shoulder, and a translucent arm formed by magic appeared, replacing the previously severed limb.

In the blink of an eye, Illya's figure disappeared.

"clang!"

The sound of swords colliding followed.

Miyu turned her head and looked, the two figures had already started fighting on the other side.

The chaotic light of the sword and the shadow of the sword tore through the air, stirring up the magic power around the pitch-black swordsman until there was no trace left.

"how is this possible……!?"

Unbelievable Miyu's eyes widened.

While she was speaking, Ilya threw out the dagger in her hand again.

"boom!"

The continuous bombing sounded, and it seemed that it was not a pair of seemingly sharp short knives, but a series of powerful bombs, which fell on the swordsman's side, bursting out with terrifying magic turmoil.

"Projection: False · False · Spiral Sword."

Illya, who took the opportunity to distance herself, flicked her hands, and a simple longbow and a strange long sword with a spiral-shaped blade appeared in her hands.

"call out!"

There was almost no need to aim too much. The moment the bow was drawn, the taut bowstring immediately rebounded, and a stream of white light pierced the air, hitting the pitch-black swordsman head-on.

"boom!"

Another violent explosion.

However, the vaguely visible figure in the smoke and dust still stood, showing no sign of wavering.

However, his appearance was much more embarrassing than before.

For the swordsman standing in front of him holding a sword, the eyepatch on his face has completely shattered and disappeared into magic power, and his light armor dress has also become damaged, and some blood can even be seen faintly between his lips.

But she still didn't fall.

The long sword slashed down, and the gale shattered the remaining magic power and smoke. Holding the sword in both hands, the dark swordsman slowly lifted it up.

The dark light gathered, and a huge amount of magic power concentrated on the long sword, forming a black beam of light like a cross.

The strong ominous feeling made Miyu's heart skip a beat.

"This is... a treasure?!"

Ilya just paused, and she scattered the longbow in her hand.

"Projection...start."

Pure golden light condenses in the hands.

Hold the end of the light tightly with both hands.

What emerges is a pure white blade, a gorgeous sword body and a sword grid with intricate patterns.

It was a long sword.

It was almost identical to the long sword in the black swordsman's hand except for its color.

One black and one white, like two weapons that are inherently opposed.

"pledge--!"

She also raised her long sword high, and the dazzling light illuminated the night sky as if it were day.

"pledge--!"

On the other side, the pitch-black light seemed to pull everything into the abyss.

The same announcement made two beams of light with similar shapes but diametrically opposite properties collide together.

"—Sword of Victory!!"

The pitch-black light collided fiercely with the pure white light.

Like a natural enemy, biting and bombarding.

As if wanting to pour out all the magic power in the body, Illya and the pitch-black swordsman gritted their teeth, and the two beams of light became bigger and bigger in their confrontation, and their magic power became more and more exaggerated.

But in Miyu's nervous eyes, it was Illya who first appeared.

A fissure suddenly appeared on her right hand, which was transformed into a solid body with magic power.

Like a signal, in just one breath, dense cracks spread, all over the entire arm at once.

After all, it was a seriously injured body. Maybe she was not bad in terms of magic power, but the arm that was used as a replacement in a hurry was already overwhelmed.

In the next second, the arm holding the hilt of the sword was completely shattered into magic power in an instant.

At the same moment, Ilya, who had lost the support of her right hand, softened her left hand.

The pitch-black light that had always been at a disadvantage suddenly surged, suppressing the increasingly weaker pure white light and blasting away.

Illya, who had completely lost her successor power, the light of the long sword in her hand suddenly decreased, and then darkness came in front of her.

"boom--!"

The huge amount of pitch-black light crushed everything that passed by, without stopping at all, and kept going until it hit the building, making a deafening explosion and light and heat beyond imagination.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

At some point, Miyu threw Illya down and struggled to sit up. Looking at the tragic scene in the distance with fear, she turned to look at Illya.

"Illya! Are you okay?!"

Just now, Miyu, anticipating that Illya would be unable to hold on, raised her little magic power, rushed to her side and threw her to the ground, and also escaped the swordsman's treasure attack.

Illya, who seemed to have fallen into a coma, shattered the light emitted from her body and dissipated it as magic power. After she released her transformation, the blood-stained card popped out from her chest.

"Miyu-sama! You can no longer fly that way!"

It seemed that Sapphire, who had been trying to stop it but failed, made a sound at this time.

"The side effects are too great. Your leg is now severely burned. Ordinary first aid magic can't heal this injury at all!"

"This kind of thing is not important now..."

After being reminded by Sapphire, Miyu finally realized that her legs had lost all feeling, but she didn't even take a look.

"It's a question of whether we can survive now..."

There was no time to think about whether her legs could still be used, Miyu's face turned pale, looking at the pitch-black swordsman who had just finished releasing a treasure and raised his hand again.

"The second time...the Noble Phantasm attack, how could it be so fast?!"

"The Sword of Promised Victory—!"

Before the words fell, the second announcement was over, the pitch-black light covered everything in sight, and the desperate Miyu could only close her eyes.

"Freeze, those who approach the front."

But what was waiting was not an attack, but a sound that sounded so nice at this moment.

She opened her eyes in astonishment, and stared blankly at the petite white-haired girl in front of her.

"Sorry, am I too late?"

Seeing her guilty expression.

And behind her, the world of ice and snow covering the entire land and sea.

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PS Illya, who has suffered two consecutive chapters, can rest first

PS Originally, I wanted to stop at the holy sword of the anti-boom, and then thought about it, is it too boring for Hitomi to not appear, so I added a thousand words

Section 319 Day 50 Thick cut fox sashimi

at the same time.

On the other side, in the room where the ice coffin was stored.

The two little foxes that exist as the clones of Gaia and Alaya, for the first time, showed the appearance of facing a big enemy.

They lowered their bodies, their short limbs tensed all the time, maintaining a posture ready to respond at any time.

The button that Hitomi told me to press when there is a situation is placed between the two little foxes, just a few millimeters away from their little paws.

If there is a time to count as a situation, then now, without a doubt, is the kind of situation that requires an immediate push of a button.

No matter who it is, as long as it moves its paws a little, the accident will probably be successfully prevented.

But it was very difficult for them to even move.

"Boom boom! Boom boom!"

It was an exaggerated heartbeat coming from the ice coffin.

The crystal ball that had been floating above the girl's body had long since disappeared. Under the gaze of Gaia and Alaya, the seemingly solid but slightly illusory crystal ball had completely integrated into the girl's heart.

They should have pushed the button before this moment.

But it was also at that moment that the girl's body, which had been silent all this time, suddenly rose and fell, and an inexplicable coercion radiated out, making the two little foxes unable to move at all.

The sound of the heartbeat is getting louder.

A trace of blood appeared on the pale little face.

The ice coffin showed signs of shaking, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger. Gradually, the whole room began to tremble.

Then, she opened her eyes.

"... Crack! Bang!"

But in an instant, the ice coffin that had just cracked couldn't last even a hundredth of a second, and it was completely shattered into fragments all over the ground.

The black-haired girl who broke free from the restraints floated up and stood still in the air.

The dark, ink-like liquid emerged from nowhere, flowed onto her bare, tender feet, and dripped slowly from the toes.

"Zi..."

As soon as it landed, the sound of corrosion entered the ears of the two little foxes, and the liquid that gave them a great sense of threat dyed the ground into pitch black.

The simple light white skirt was also like a flame being ignited, and was burned into a deep black by the rising ink-colored fireworks.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo—!"