Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

"Curse! Thirst of blood and black rage."

Isayama Nomei stroked the blade with his palm, and thick blood flowed from his palm, forming a pool of blood underneath him.

Then it spread out at an extremely fast speed, covering a surrounding area of ​​200 meters.

Nori Isayama summoned the [Dead River] for no reason, he wanted to pick up trash.

Go back to your old job as green-skinned orcs.

There are a lot of remains of giant robots in front of him. If he let it go, Isayama Norimei would have to be so prodigal to ignore this treasure mountain in front of him.

This machine just lost its head and the power system was damaged. There was nothing else serious at all. The several giant cannons on hand were all fine, and it could still release the cursed artillery.

Speaking of which, it was Gojo Satoru's ancestor who inspired Isayama Nomei. His [Dead River] and [Dirac's Sea] both have one advantage, that is, they are powerful equipment.

In the future, when Isayama Nomei sees any useful garbage, he will just dump it into the [Death River], and it will be over.

As the [River of Death] spread, the blood-colored lake completely covered the entire body of Ultimate Mechamaru, slowly sinking downward. In the end, the entire body was submerged by the [River of Death] and fell into the endless abyss. .

As long as Isayama Nomei waits for [Warhammer Simulator] to notarize this thing after he returns, and pays a few [Points] as maintenance fees, he should be able to repair it.

As soon as he thought this, [Warhammer Simulator] jumped out.

【Ultimate Mechanical Pill】

Origin: Spell Return to War

Category: Trial type mecha

Status: Not Notarized

If you need to notarize this item, you need to spend 50W points. After the notarization is completed, you can spend the points to repair it. If other changes are needed, points can also be used.

It really focuses on thoughtfulness.

Although Isayama Nomei's [Big Machine Master's Soul] can also be repaired, but when it is repaired, the style will be similar to a pile of junk made of scrap metal, so it is better not to repair it.

It's embarrassing to drive out.

So Isayama Nomei decided that it would be better to let [Warhammer Simulator] fix it, and then he could change the paint and appearance to make it look better.

The original appearance of this machine was too ugly. It really didn't suit his aesthetics at all, it was a bit different.

Isayama Nomei planned to design the appearance to be more handsome, but the machine in front of him was uglier than the one-eyed Unit Zero, and he didn't know what to say about the designer's taste.

Also, this guy's weapon is too simple. It turns out that the designer couldn't plan well because of the constraints of the curse.

If he comes to do it, he can shoot dozens of missiles from behind,

There are only a few dozen artillery pieces on this body. How can I feel safe? Can I sleep at night? There are too few cannons. There are only ten fingers and the palm in total. There should be two more on the back.

There are also too few supporting weapons, such as a large particle resonance knife, a cursed beam sword, a rainbow cannon, and a light spear.

Even the technology of the orcs can produce a lot of things, such as power claws and so on.

Anyway, Isayama Norimei will definitely have to make major changes to this mecha after he gets it, otherwise he won't be able to get rid of these bare things.

Of course, Isayama Norimei didn't want the cockpit part of Mechamaru's half-headed head.

After all, it was a deadly thing, and he was afraid that after repairing this thing, the air-conditioning vent would spit out the previous driver's fingers.

Maybe the original host will come out to snatch Isayama Norimei's joystick, which would scare him to death.

Therefore, in order to be safe on the road, Isayama Norimei not only did not take it, but also did a pollution-free treatment - that is, burning it.

At the same time, the driver's remains were minced into pieces, the seat control lever inside the cab, the photo, and the half-remaining head were burned together.

Let him rest in peace. I hope this stranger passes away peacefully.

If you come out to hang out, you will really have to pay it back sooner or later.

It's just a pity.

It is estimated that the girl in that photo must be very important to him, otherwise she would not be placed in the most conspicuous position in the cab.

When operating this mecha, the pilot could see the girl's photo from time to time, but they died before they saw the last one.

Isayama Norimei was almost able to figure out what he was fighting against. Judging from the filth collected from all directions, it was an incredible special-grade curse spirit.

If a special-level spell spirit of this level is allowed to be handled by spellcasters from other spellcasters associations, then it may be useless no matter how many first-level spellcasters come and will be killed.

Because Isayama Kenmei detected the field.

It's the one with the curse.

Isayama Kenmei judged that this thing should be considered to be in B-level and about to reach its peak state, and even give it some time to be promoted to A-level.

So are the curse spirits in the future that strong?

Compared to Isayama Nomei's era, it's on a completely different level, to the point where it feels a bit weird.

In his timeline, as long as a spell spirit with a domain appears, the entire Spell Masters Association may be able to deal with it except Isayama Nomei and the seemingly unreliable special-level Spell Book Master.

The others are probably delivering food, so I can't beat them.

Although Isayama Norimei's combat effectiveness against future conjurers will increase, increasing it to this level is too outrageous.

Wait, Isayama Nomei suddenly thought.

This may be Tianyuan's fault.

If the magicians in this world hadn't killed Tian Yuan.

If you continue to let him gather all the magic power in the world in Japan,

Over time, the probability of birthing a special-level curse spirit of this level will be greatly increased.

So killing Tian Yuan is really good at breaking the barrier. At least the probability of super-level curse spirits appearing in the future will be greatly reduced.

Unlike the special spell spirits in this world, their strength must be beyond the standard.

Fortunately, Isayama Nomei came here alone. It would have been really miserable if he had brought Xia Youjie or Gojo Satoru with him.

No matter whether it is [Spell Manipulation] or [Unlimited Spell], a spellcaster who has not mastered the field can only become a piece of fish on the chopping board when faced with the field.

However, no matter how strong the cursed spirits in this era are, it has nothing to do with Isayama Norimei. He is here for sightseeing, not to fight with the cursed spirits.

Isayama Nomei decided to check all the lottery records from the past year to his first. Why not want something that can be obtained for free?

After Isayama Norimei noticed that the Ultimate Mechanical Pill had been completely recovered by him, he canceled the summons of [Blood River].

Only the dilapidated remains of the reservoir were left on the bare ground, which confirmed the intensity of the previous battle. All other fighting parties had disappeared at this moment.

"Let's go see the city next."

Isayama Nomei first put Xiao Ai back into his body, and then maintained his spell power level at the level of an ordinary person.

His eyes looked into the distance, where was a brightly lit city

Then two four-meter long wings composed entirely of ice spells stretched out from behind. His body was slightly bent, and he exerted force on his feet. The ground within five meters of the surrounding area suddenly sunk downwards. In an instant, the whole person seemed to have emerged from the barrel of a gun. It shot out like a grenade from the barrel.

But even the sonic boom couldn't be heard clearly and it disappeared in a short time.

"Jingle Bell"

The door of the convenience store opened, and a very handsome boy wearing a black sweatshirt and short black hair walked in.

Although he gave others a spring-like smile, as soon as he walked in, he inexplicably felt that the temperature in the room suddenly dropped several degrees. However, since it is already evening and the temperature has dropped, it is normal for the cold air to come in when the door is opened.

"Let's have some oden. I'll have this, and that, and a pineapple bun."

The one who walked in was of course Isayama Nomei. He hadn't even eaten dinner. Thanks to some kind-hearted people he met in the alley who saw that he was so thin and thin, they couldn't bear that Isayama Nomei was hungry and took the initiative to donate some change.

"I'll charge you a total of... yen..."

"OK."

The clerk also didn't expect that the fair-skinned and tall boy in front of him could be so good at eating.

Isayama Nomei lined up the change and watched the clerk scoop up the oden.

In my heart, I thought that after so many years, the purchasing power of this money has depreciated again.

In the past, this amount of money was enough to feed two people, but now it is not even enough to feed one person.

Isayama Nomei glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a piece of bread. He didn't know what he thought of, but he said without even thinking about it.

"Well, let's have another curry beef bun."

"OK."

Isayama Nomei took the food, sat down on the window seat of the convenience store and sat down.

Today seems to be Halloween, so Isayama Norimei can see pumpkins all over the streets, and even the store clerks are wearing Halloween clothes.

But Isayama Norimei is not interested in this kind of festival. The elderly are more retro.

He first took a sip of the hot oden soup to warm himself up a little.

Isayama Nomei still prefers to eat things made of surimi, such as arctic fins, fish wheels, etc., which are sold in convenience stores. Of course, boiled daikon is also good.

This is a rare treat for an upper-division student like Isayama Norimei who didn't have much pocket money.

Isayama Norimei, his sister, Futaba, and that idiot Sakuta all ate this together on the roadside.

But I don’t know if he doesn’t know whether the original world timeline is static or moving forward in the future of [Key to Transcendence of Time and Space].

The former is fine, but the latter is troublesome.

Isayama Nomei shook his head. Suddenly, he heard a fire truck speeding away from the street corner at a very fast speed, as well as many police cars. The sirens of these cars were extremely harsh and sharp.

It always feels strangely familiar.

He felt a bit like a curse attack, with police cars and some official vehicles going to cordon off an area.

"how could be?"

Isayama Nomei shook his head. He just wanted to have a dinner here, so he would not be so lucky.

And this is Shibuya. Big cities are full of masters from the Spell Masters Association, and even that level of curse spirits and this neon government have not been defeated by the curse spirits.

This shows that the Spell Masters Association has a more terrifying combat power than the curse spirits. Otherwise, according to the murderous nature of the curse spirits, not to mention Shibuya, Tokyo would become a hunting ground for these monsters and monsters.

Therefore, Isayama Norimei, who wanted to understand, did not panic at all. He tore open the curry beef bread and took a slow and leisurely bite.

"It's not as delicious as the ones in school."

But suddenly at this moment, the TV hanging on the convenience store behind Isayama Nomei suddenly rang. It was a siren, echoing the police cars speeding away outside.

"An emergency news is being inserted now. Residents of Shibuya Ward are asked not to stay in this area and to evacuate immediately."

The announcer on the TV looked so serious that the audience was shocked.

"The underground natural gas pipeline in Shibuya District is leaking seriously due to its aging, and may explode at any time."

"Cough cough cough."

Isayama Nomei felt a little choked, so he patted his chest.

What do you mean, this.

This is the tone of the Conjurers Association, which is their usual practice.

It has been more than ten or twenty years, but the natural gas pipelines are still aging and leaking.

He felt that even if Neon's natural gas pipeline company had a market value of trillions, it wouldn't be enough to compensate for the losses it had caused over the years.

The natural gas company is really taking the blame all the time.

"But citizens are also requested to evacuate in an orderly manner under the arrangements of the staff!"

“No need to carry bulky luggage! Travel light!”

"Guest, won't you run away?"

The convenience store clerk was so courageous that she didn't run away when she saw this student with a big appetite. All the other customers except him were running away.

"It's okay. I'm done eating. I'll close the door for you."

Isayama Norimei was still wondering why this thing was a natural gas company. When he heard the reminder from the clerk, he waved his hand to show that he didn't mind.

Outside the convenience store, I saw a black Audi parked on the street very domineeringly, and a girl with short brown hair came up from below. Her expression and appearance seemed to be very strong, and she would do things vigorously and resolutely. girls.

Isayama Nomei raised his eyebrows, if he saw the clothes correctly.

"Is it a high school?"

Moreover, it is the standard school uniform of Tokyo Magic High School.

The kind of clothes that are all blue, purple and black are only used by the Tokyo Conjuring High School.

The person in front of me is dressed in a blue-black jacket, blue-black pleated skirt, black stockings and brown shoes.

The girl with short orange hair wears a brown belt around her waist, which is used to carry hammers, nails and scarecrow toys.

This Halloween, don’t be out of the ordinary.

"It's a magic tool."

Isayama Nomei glanced at it and immediately saw clearly the ability she was using.

That little hammer and nail look like a construction worker's, but they are indeed spell tools.

This girl's strength is not very strong, it can be considered average. In the Conjuration College, she is probably between the level of a third-level to a second-level conjurer.

On the other side of the car, a woman with long blond hair also got out of the cab, wearing a black suit, and she was also quite heroic.

Isayama Nomei estimated that this was the auxiliary supervisor of the magic specialist. He was a non-combatant. The level of magic power on his body was the level where the magic spirit could be seen, and there was not much aggression.

"Miss Wild Rose, what are you going to do?"

The assistant lady of spell supervision followed the girl with short orange hair, feeling very helpless.

"I'm hungry. Let lady come out at night and make sure I don't starve."

"I can go to a convenience store without affecting my mission."

The voice was so loud that Isayama Nomei heard it in the store.

He was still chewing on his bread. Although it was unpalatable, he opened it and did not eat it.

Not great, a bit wasteful.

"I want an Internet celebrity pineapple bun, thank you."

The orange-haired girl took the change she had prepared from her pocket and slapped it on the cashier.

This girl has a preference for Internet celebrity food. It is said that this Halloween pineapple bun is particularly famous, and you can eat different flavors of fillings inside.

Generally, every convenience store will have them, and they can be considered a stamp collection.

"Guest, I'm going to take refuge."

The clerk prepared her things and went out, but she saw two more customers appearing in the store, so she said in embarrassment.

"We are not accepting cashiers at the moment."

"The pineapple buns have been sold out, I'm sorry."

After saying that, the clerk ran out in a hurry and apologetically.

"ah."

The girl who was called Wild Rose had clearly visible disappointment on her face. She clutched her stomach and almost fainted, muttering softly.

"Without the pineapple buns, I would die."

"Hey, cheer up, why don't you just eat any of the bread beside you?"

"If you don't mind, I have a pineapple bun here."

At this time, a man's voice that was magnetic and curvy and easy to like sounded from the corner.

"I'm full, so I'll give it to you."

The two of them turned their heads and looked inside Jiaoluo, where the sound came from just now.

I didn't expect the voice to be nice, and this man to be even more handsome.

They could see a handsome guy with black short hair, holding a pineapple bun in his hand and waving to them.

Although Isayama Norimei is not a student of the Tokyo Conjuring College, since he is a student of the college, he is his junior.

As a senior, it doesn't matter if you take care of your juniors a little bit.

The favor of a loaf of bread.