Abnormal month

"Everyone, get out of here now!"

Tohsaka Rin announced to everyone in the shelter in as high a voice as possible.

If you listen carefully, there is a tremor in her voice.

Chancheng, who got up in the middle of the night to work overtime, rushed over and urged the staff to leave without even having time to say hello.

Nakano Ichika and more than a dozen refugees also lowered their heads and followed the staff out of the hall.

Atram looked around, feeling vaguely that something was wrong.

But because of his face, he still forced himself to remain calm and stayed motionless, still maintaining a arrogant look on his face.

A sound of "touch!"

The door of the shelter was closed by Tohsaka Rin when he left.

In the blink of an eye, only Roy and Atram were left in the entire asylum hall. At this moment, the huge hall was filled with air-conditioning for no apparent reason.

"What, do you want to duel me?"

Atram secretly felt wary.

His eyes were locked on Roy, who was motionless across from him, and he sneered.

"ha……"

Roy let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Atram, I'm actually not in a good mood today."

He raised his hand and slowly took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

At this moment, it was like a switch was turned on.

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by dark malice as thick as ink.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you are Tohsaka Rin?"

Roy grinned as much as possible, held his head high, and raised a contemptuous smile on his face.

There seemed to be a storm brewing in his eyes.

He raised his feet, and with a click, the sound of leather hiking boots on the tile floor was very harsh in the empty hall.

A thin layer of sweat formed on Atram's forehead.

"What do you think you're doing... If it's a magic battle, I won't be afraid of you!"

Seeing Roy getting closer and closer.

The guard line in Atram's heart also collapsed. He knew that Roy's magic skills were very high, which could be seen from the barrier he helped him build, so he protested before Roy got close to him. He yelled angrily and took out his magic gift.

It was a small clay pot.

Looking at the mottled marks on it, we can see that it has a long history, and the textures given by the maker are also full of the fantasies of ancient humans.

It was excavated from a certain ruins in the Middle East. It is generally believed that it was developed for the purpose of gold plating without knowing anything about the structure of the battery, but due to various accidents, it is the oldest in the world. Battery.

In the world of magic, the concept extracted from this history has formed a technique called "Primordial Battery".

This is the technique that Atram's family is best at and the one that best fits the impression given by the nouveau riche.

"After all, you have only been studying magic for a few years! Then let me teach you. The level of magic attainment does not mean the strength of your strength!"

Atram sneered and took out the small clay pot, feeling that his confidence had returned.

He poured his magic power into the small pottery pot, and layers of pale electric light suddenly appeared on its surface. Immediately afterwards, those electric lights expanded explosively and turned into a power grid, covering Roy from the air. Come over.

In the world of magic, the level of magic can only indicate the depth of knowledge. Only by turning magic knowledge into strength can it be regarded as the benchmark for magicians in this era.

The primitive battery technique mastered by their family can transform various forms of magic such as life force into electricity, which has been regarded as a field of god worship by many myths and regions since ancient times.

Among all kinds of magic, this is also a very destructive technique. If twenty or thirty people can activate it together, he can even change the weather!

But--

"boring."

Roy opened his eyes.

The light of the magic eye bloomed in his eyes.

For a moment.

Atram felt as if something came between him and the small clay pot.

In just the blink of an eye, the small clay pot was out of his control.

The technique was clearly developed by him, but at this moment, it seemed to have become the property of an unknown other person.

The power grid in mid-air dissipated silently like mist.

"——Magic, magic eye?"

There was a hint of fear in Atram's voice that even he himself was not aware of.

The magic eye is proof of a first-class magician, and if one is born with the magic eye, it is a person with extraordinary powers.

Gem level magic eyes can only be born from birth.

But isn't he an artificial human?

How is it possible for an artificial human to have a natural magic eye?

Roy shook his finger.

The electric light on the small pottery pot suddenly burst out, like a big hand, pinching Atlam fiercely.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh-!!"

Before Atram could recover from his chaotic thoughts, he was caught by the big hand of lightning. As he screamed, electric current flowed through his body surface, and the high temperature burned his skin black.

In the end, even his vocal cords were destroyed, leaving Atram unable to even scream.

During this process, Atram could even feel that his magic power was decreasing.

That's right.

The small clay pot's attack on him actually consumed his own magic power!

Is there anything more humiliating than this?

He doesn't have much magic power, and it gets depleted quickly.

Atram was lying on the ground, his whole body was charred black, and charcoal-grilled injuries were all over his body.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been close to death at this time, but considering the vitality of a magician, this injury was not enough for him to report to the King of Hell.

Roy walked forward, his expression as if he was insatiable.

He looked as if he was dying.

Let me go...

Atram instinctively wanted to beg for mercy.

But he couldn't make a sound at this moment, not even begging for mercy.

Roy wrote runes on his arms and legs, then came to Atram, bent down, stepped on his shoulder with one foot, and held his arm with one hand.

He exerted force suddenly.

With a creaking sound that made people ache, one arm was torn off.

Pleasant malice filled Roy's face.

Unable to scream.

Unable to resist.

Like a death row inmate before the death penalty, he welcomed his own end in the countdown.

…………

More than ten minutes later.

With a creak, the door of the shelter reopened.

Roy walked out of the shelter with glasses on and a smile on his face.

"…How are you feeling?"

Rin Toosaka was the only one outside the door. She saw Roy coming out and looked at him with a complicated expression.

"It's so refreshing!"

Roy exhaled heavily, as if he wanted to vent all the negative emotions in his heart.

"Where are the refugees? Let's go. The sun is about to come out. I haven't slept all night. It's really tiring. Let's finish the attendant procedures and go home to sleep!"

Before leaving, Rin Toosaka took a look inside.

No bloodstains.

No residue.

Not even clothes.

Only a thin layer of ash was left, scattered here and there.

Rin Toosaka's mood was as heavy as if she was filled with lead.

"Sometimes, I can't help but wonder if you are a murderer."

"How rude! I love humans deeply."

The smile on Roy's face was not fake at all.