The person is cursing and is a conjurer

Chapter 3: Stubborn.

Tokyo time, 18:05:01.

One second after the miko was enveloped in the dark realm, the world changed drastically.

Illusion and reality turned into fragmented pictures, intertwined and reorganized, and a new and strange scene with different laws from the outside world came into the girl's eyes.

This is the moment of dusk, when the orange-red sun hangs in the sky, and the clouds that should have been sheep-white turn into bright gold at this moment. The majestic sunset is one of the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Before the girl could appreciate it, a distant whistle pulled her back to her surroundings.

"Whistle? This is the plains? And I'm on the tracks?"

The girl raised her eyes and looked up. Under the setting sun at dusk, there was a vast plain. The endless green weeds swayed her body with the evening breeze under the setting sun. An endless and wide railway extended from the other side of the plain, and she , right on the railroad tracks.

At the same time, a black tin car whistling appeared in the distance. Black smoke rose from the front of the train and rushed into the sky. The old rollers made a grinding sound. Sparks scattered around the rails at the corners. open.

The sword in her hand vibrated slightly, and the girl whispered: "Is this the realm? It's like creating a brand new world."

"Is this what the peak of a conjurer looks like? It's really magical."

"However, now is not the time to lament these things." The girl wearing a red and white miko uniform focused her eyes. The fox eyes that should have shown a cold and glamorous temperament now became the embodiment of cold murderous intent in the girl.

Looking at the approaching black old iron train, the girl withdrew her sword and made a gesture to draw it. The magic power surged all over her body, and a blue-black feather-like energy body appeared on her body and began to stir and surge. The power of the technique and the spell all flowed towards the sword in his hand.

The fast-moving train was getting closer, and the girl could already clearly see the outline of the old black iron train. The black crow was hovering on the top of the locomotive, and the sound of "coo, coo" was annoying.

A small black outline appeared on the top of the locomotive. As time went on, it gradually enlarged, and the witch could see its face clearly. Its whole body was wrapped in black shadows, and a pair of six-winged black wings and black cloth strips spread out behind it. His eyes were covered, and his mouth was sharp like a crow's.

The crow's beak pointed upward at the corner of its mouth, still showing strangeness and contempt. Especially, the witch could clearly hear its murmurs from the shape of its mouth.

"Be afraid! Be afraid!"

"Get hit by a train. It must be nice to see you being run over by trains again and again."

It's like some kind of bad joke, making people feel powerless and scared from the bottom of their hearts.

The miko tried her best to move her body so that she could draw the sword better, but no matter what, she couldn't move a bit.

"Can't you move your body at all?"

"However, despite this, I don't believe that I will lose to a mere spell spirit in a spell battle."

"Let's try it and see who is better!"

The magnificent flames jumped on the girl's sword again. The purple-red color was far more magnificent than before. The flames emerged, and then were compressed back into the sword by the girl. They emerged and were compressed again. The process continued to repeat until, black The locomotive of the old iron train reached one meter in front of the girl.

The snow-white knife, inlaid with magnificent flames, swung down and slashed at the train running in front of him.

"Batōsai, Rose Falls."

The girl's voice was as cold as water, and the action of drawing the sword and slashing was like a sword skill that had been tempered for thousands of times. The light and snow-white blade cut through the wind of the world. In the rippling white gap, the magnificent flames that appeared in an instant turned into a long and delicate slash. The impact was carried from the sky, carrying friction with the air to produce sparks and trailing, and it sliced ​​smoothly towards an old black iron train with twelve carriages.

Just a moment of contact.

The entire train neatly split into two, and then fell in different directions to both sides of the vast plains, submerged in the weeds.

"You, just be like that, keep screaming about something." The girl waved the knife and some stiff muscles, and said coldly to the curse spirit floating in the sky.

"The next knife will kill you." The girl prepared to swing the knife again.

Above the sky, the familiar contemptuous laughter came again.

It's like mocking the girl's weakness and ignorance.

Just when the girl was about to swing her sword unceremoniously again, the cursed spirit with six black wings in the sky disappeared, as if it had never appeared. Instead, the sound of a train sounded again in the distance. The sound of the whistle.

The twelve-car old black iron train that had been cut open appeared once again on the other side of the vast plains. As if it was reincarnated the last time, it crashed into the girl in the witch costume again.

The curse was to take pleasure in her, to torture her, to enjoy her fear, fear and powerlessness.

But the witch's eyes only flashed with a hint of surprise, and then became clear and bright. She analyzed the dilemma she faced at this time in her mind: "The field has the characteristics of being sure to hit and kill. The reason why the body cannot move must be Due to the must-win characteristics of the field.”

"Modern spellcasters have three ways to deal with domains: setting up simple domains, fighting spells, and expanding the same domain. Judging from the current situation, I don't know how to use domain expansion, so I exclude the third method. At this stage, the only methods I can take are to use simple fields, or learn the method just now to fight spells again." "Although my body cannot move, it still doesn't have much impact on me drawing the sword. The spell in front of me It is very possible that the spirit has just been able to display the field. The field is not complete, and the neutrality of the field has not been fully expressed. Otherwise, the moment I entered the field, I would have been hit by a train and was bruised to pieces."

"Of course, it doesn't rule out that this curse spirit simply wants to torture me."

"The simple field does not have much impact. In this case, at present, the only thing I can do is to fight with spells."

The miko's hand tightly grasped the knife in her hand.

She knew very well that her winning rate was actually not high. Even when she was wrapped in the domain, her chances of winning were slim. The attack advantage of the spell alone was not enough for her to win this battle.

Unless, oneself can also display the domain, but, that is how difficult.

"Phew." The girl sighed slightly, but her eyes became firmer.

She, Kujo Genyi, the head of the Kujo family in the future, even if she dies, she will try her best and pass away standing!

"Come on! Let's try and see who can survive to the end."

"I will not give up!" Kujo Genyi's expression was cold, and the knife in his hand roared like a dragon.

The slash turned into magnificent flames struck the speeding train again.

The train was cut open, reappeared in the distance, and began to speed.

It's like being trapped in reincarnation.

The crash of slashes and the sound of the old black iron train collapsing sounded several times and went out several times.

Kujo Ying can no longer remember how many swords he has swung, thirteen?fourteen?she does not know.She only knew that only by swinging the knife with all her strength could she cut off the train in front of her. If she was negligent, she would be run over by the train and become a puddle of broken flesh and blood.

Now, she had almost exhausted the spell power in her body, and she thought that maybe she would die with the next stab.

But she, Kujo Genyi, was like a bull, persisting in her useless efforts.

Just like the old self who was still bad no matter how hard she tried to change.

Blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, which was a sign that the magic power was squeezed to the extreme. She swung the knife down again, and the twelve-car train was chopped open again.

"Try it harder"

The whistle sounded and the train was still moving forward.

With stiff and sore muscles and a lack of magic power, Jiu Jiao Genyi could no longer perform her spells, but the knife in her hand still slashed out, but this time there was no magic coverage, and there was no burning Rose flame.

There was only one knife that was swung forward, still as bright as snow.

"I, really, might end here."

Kujo Genyi looked at the old black iron train crashing into her, unable to resist. The strong wind driven by the train hit her head on. Her long black hair was fluttering and her skirt was swaying. She lost her mind for a moment.

"It must be super ugly, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, just like the hateful curse spirit said, it will run over its body with a train again and again."

"I'm still too weak"

The feeling of unwillingness and powerlessness surged through Kujo Genyi's mind, which was really terrible.

"It's so quiet around here. I should be dead, right?"

"It's getting cold. I'm sure I'm dead."

Kujo Genyi could feel the sudden change in temperature around him, and two "click" sounds appeared in the quiet world. The sounds were discontinuous, a short sound sounded first, and a slow sound lasted for a long time.

"This must be the sound of my bones breaking, once broken and once crushed into powder."

"But, why can't I feel pain?" The girl didn't know why, and her thoughts returned to the real world again.

The afterglow of the sun shone in front of her, which was a bit dazzling. She squinted her eyes slightly, and a thin ice crystal barrier stood between her and the train. No matter how the black air rose from the train, and no matter how the old wheels rolled forward, He has never been able to break through this thin ice barrier.

The ice wall is like a natural moat, standing there, majestic and solemn.

(End of this chapter)