Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

"The fluctuation of magic power..."

A minute ago, there were still cars and people on the noisy street, but after turning a corner, it became empty in the blink of an eye. No one can be seen on the sidewalk, motorway or even the overpass, and the lights of shops and office buildings on both sides of the street are also turned off early. People seem to be driven by some kind of will and hurry away from here.

The dark blue night sky is full of stars, and the full moon guarding the center casts a hazy brilliance. On the broad street, there were clusters of lights illuminated by street lamps, except for the sound of Duke's footsteps, the sound of needles could be heard. The oppressive atmosphere is like walking in a cemetery in the wilderness, and the eerie silence makes one's scalp tingle.

With a constipated expression on Duke's face, he walked towards the electric pole next to him and took off a small advertisement the size of a post-it sticker. There are no old Chinese doctors and unspeakable secrets, and there is no professional dredging of sewers. There are only extremely simple magic runes.

The runes outlined with a few strokes have weak magic power and limited influence on reality, which is not enough to disperse the huge crowd on the entire street. However, the ruthless people who put up small advertisements will not give up until they achieve their goals, so they put up small advertisements all over the street.

Dense small advertisements are plastered all over the walls of shops along the street, even the bus stops and public toilets are not spared. Seeing the frenzied posture, Duke clicked his tongue secretly, and couldn't help feeling:

Who the hell is so boring!

"Slap!"

The lighter ignited a cluster of faint flames, and in the shadows that the street lamps could not illuminate, a red-haired priest two meters tall walked out, smoking a cigarette and puffing.

How about saying that people who engage in faith are rich!

I saw him wearing a low-key and luxurious black church coat inside, a cloak inlaid with gold thread on the outside, silver rings on his ten fingers, and golden earrings on his ears. Probably because he was afraid that others would not know that he had money in his pocket, he deliberately unbuttoned the first button of his collar, revealing a big shining gold chain.

With a big gold chain, a small watch, and a pair of sunglasses, he can eat barbecue three times a day!

With a prematurely aging uncle's face, Stiyl Magnus took a deep puff of the cigarette in his hand, enjoying the pleasure left by the nicotine filtered in his lungs. After about three to five seconds, he stubbed out the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt aside, and said to Duke: "You are not an ordinary person who can not be affected by the dispersing runes of idlers. Let me guess, you Is it the so-called superpowers?"

Duke remained silent. He never expected that the magician would follow him in the evening just after the fantasy beast was dealt with in the morning.

After the Great War, there must be benefits... and there must be holidays!

Why is this iron law being broken? Is the production team of the forbidden magic not enough funds, or is it rushing to release to grab the schedule?

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Give me a response!"

"You misunderstood me. I'm just an ordinary researcher, not a person with superpowers." Duke shook his head. He is indeed not a person with superpowers.

"Yeah?"

Hearing the words, Stiyl was dubious, touched the bruise on his face, and thought of a hedgehog head who claimed to be a powerless person, and subconsciously asked: "I'm not a superpower, but I can ignore the effects of runes... Do you have any experience?" The right hand that can neutralize magic?"

"I'd like to, but I really don't."

"That's great!"

Steele lit a cigarette again, took a quick puff, and said arrogantly: "Until the battle over there is over, you can stay here honestly, in order to avoid unpleasant things from happening, please first Get a good night's sleep. Well, if you want to blame it, blame yourself for your bad luck, who let you break in by yourself!"

Looking at the frequency of Steele's one after another, Duke guessed that the other party started at least three packs a day, so he couldn't help asking: "It's fine to sleep, I don't make an appointment. Before that, can you answer some of my doubts? "

"What?" Stiles was taken aback.

"How old are you? Your age, by the looks of it, is about thirty?"

"Asshole! I'm only 14 years old!" After being poked at the sore spot, Steele jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"It turned out to be a young man, so please forgive me!" Duke put on a serious look, stared at Stile, and sincerely warned: "Young man, there is one thing I have to remind you."

"What, what do you want to say?" Seeing that Duke was serious, Stile also became serious.

"Smoking causes impotence!"

"..."

"One more question! Can you scan the barcode on your face for the retail price?"

"..."

Being taunted and ridiculed continuously, the blood vessels on Stiyl's head bulged out, his eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and he said fiercely: "You're going to kill yourself, I want you to know what will happen to you if you offend the magician!"

A group of scorching flames ignited, and a heat wave soared into the sky in an instant. Stiyl held the compressed flame with one hand and slammed it down. Under the pulling force, the flame turned into a long whip-like fire pillar, and the burning smell in the air could be smelled from a distance.

Fire waves engulfed Duke's location. The high temperature of more than 3,000 degrees burned the asphalt road, and black hot mud flowed on the ground. Amid the raging fire, acrid black smoke billowed and covered the sky.

"Did I go too far?" Stiyl covered his face and said with a headache. Duke's sharp sarcasm made him kill him without paying attention, and now he regrets it.

But the next second, he didn't think so. A stream of water from nowhere came out of the flames. While dousing the fire, it quickly cooled the asphalt, and thick steam obscured his vision. When the fog cleared, he found Duke standing where he was, intact.

"I knew that people without abilities are not ordinary people!" Stiyl spat contemptuously, and said coldly: "I didn't expect your ability to be water, no wonder I felt uncomfortable when I saw you for the first time .”

"Do you mean fire and water are incompatible?" Duke flipped one hand, blowing away the heat around him.

"Fortis931!" Stiyl grinned, and issued the victory declaration of the second class: "This is my magic name! If you are fighting, you must say the magic name that represents killing. By the way, my magic name means "Fortis931!" For 'the strongest'!"

"That's really amazing!" Duke replied lightly, and his indifferent attitude completely angered the local priest.

"When a magician announces his magic name, it means that he will never show mercy." Stiyl's eyes froze, and the murderous intent slowly escaped, and raging flames ignited around him, stirring the air to twist and deflect .

Stiyl, who is good at fire magic, chanted the mantra without hesitation, and used his favorite magic——hunting the witch king!

"One of the five elements that make up the world, the great ancestor of flame!"

"It is the light of grace that breeds life, and it is also the light of punishment that punishes evil..."

"While it brings stability and happiness...it is also the cold misfortune that eliminates the cold darkness..."

"Its name is Yan! Its job is sword!"

"Show yourself! Swallow my body and turn it into power! Its name is the King of Hunting Witches!"

"Its meaning is—to kill!"

Accompanied by Stil's incantation, more than 3,000-degree flames compressed and condensed, and a pitch-black humanoid monster emerged from the waves of flames. On the surface of the highly compressed pitch-black body, the bright red scarlet flame coat burned blazingly.

"It's rare to meet a superpower who uses water. I wanted to play with you, but my companion has probably ended the battle. I don't like waiting for others, and I don't like making others wait for me. In order not to be complained by her, let's Let's make a quick decision!" After successfully summoning the trump card, Stilton felt complacent, no matter how mature his appearance was, he was still only a 14-year-old boy.

I will never lose this time!

Stiyl secretly swears in his heart, learning from the failure of the battle with Kamijou boy, he mixed the flame rune engraved with the small advertisements, and posted them all over the street, and even put a few pictures in the sewers and bushes. He was well prepared, and he didn't believe it would be the same fiasco as last time.

"Win!" Stiyl snorted and laughed.

...

Meanwhile, at the end of the street a kilometer away.

The boy Kamijou was covered in blood and fell on the cold road, his invincible right hand was unable to open, and his flesh was cut by a sharp weapon. The sage Kanzaki Kaori, who followed Little Yellow Book to the magic side of Academy City, raised a black long knife about two meters in one hand, and the scabbard rested on Kamijou's chest.

Just now, Kamijou boy was rubbed on the ground by his spare harem. The fantasy killer who can deny all unrealities, met Kanzaki Kaori's magic that favors fighting, suffered a tragic defeat, was suppressed from beginning to end, and failed to make a splash.

"It's over, you have no chance of winning! You and Index have only known each other for four days, and being able to do this for her is already amazing!"

"How could it end like this!" The young man stubbornly held the scabbard on his chest, feeling a towering mountain pressing down, struggling to get up but unable to move.