Shirai brother of a certain science

Chapter 54 Fantasy Killer

"what happened?"

Shirai was a little amused by Entire's reaction.

It's not the first day I know his ability, so how about such a big reaction?
Picked up the box and looked around.

This is a very quaint box, with extraordinary patterns carved on the box, some of which are similar to some commonly used magic formulas, but more simple than some of the magic formulas known by Shirai.

The strange thing is that these spells are now like ordinary patterns, lying quietly on the box without any flow.

Could it be a reward from Aleister?
That's right, I worked so hard to help him fight all night, but in the end, he was poisoned by his subordinates during the day, so it's justified to give him some rewards.

Opening the lid casually, what caught the eye was a dead man's hand.

That's right, the first impression is the dead hand.

If you look closely, it is an arrow with a twisted five-pronged front end, which looks like a palm trying to grab something.But the material is neither steel nor wood, the arrowhead is bone, the arrow feathers are leather, and the body arrow shaft is corpse wax made of flesh and blood.

To put it bluntly, it looks like bacon.

If it didn't look like a dry human hand, Shirai might be drooling.

His favorite food is bacon.

"what?"

Without taking all of it with his hands, Shirai took out the guide stick from the space and tried to poke it.

"Clap-"

The moment he touched this arm, the guide stick in Shirai's hand disintegrated with a crash.

"???"

Looking at the guide stick with only the handle left, Shirai almost threw the box in his hand.

No wonder Entier was careful when holding the box, is this thing so powerful?That being said, this thing looks familiar.
"This is the ultimate exorcist spiritual outfit, Fantasy Killer, made from the right hand of a certain saint during the Battle of Bryce Road in 1900."

“嗯？嗯！？嗯！！！”

Shirai didn't care about the specifics of the Battle of Bryce Road in 1900, nor did he want to know which saint's right hand it was. Among Aleister's words, only four words caught his attention.

Fantasy killer!
It can be said that the world revolves around this so-called Fantasy Killer.

And now.

Fantasy Killer lay quietly in the box in his hand, quietly waiting for his favor.

Is Fantasy Killer in the hands of Aleister?
Wrong!
Shirai vaguely remembered that he saw in a popular science of a certain big guy that Aleister created Academy City to find Fantasy Killer, because in the Battle of Bryce Road that Aleister said, Fantasy The killer was cut off, and then disappeared until Kamijou Touma appeared and lodged in Kamijou Touma's right hand.

After all, in a city full of ability users, it is much more convenient to find someone with fantasy killer ability than ordinary people.

But now, Fantasy Killer is in the hands of Aleister.

Could it be that this is a world different from the anime he has seen?Or was it his arrival that affected the world?

He thinks it's possible.

"Its ability is very simple, it can erase all supernatural phenomena, such as magic."

Very simple words, but perfectly explained its usefulness.

"Such a powerful thing can really be made by humans?"

Shirai couldn't help sighing.

"This is not a product of human beings, but a product of the times. The shape of Fantasy Killer will change with the times and places. In the past, similar forces have appeared in various eras, such as the famous sky lock, breaking magic talisman, The Spear of Langnockis, the Extermination Cross, etc."

"That is to say. The person who made it gave it a form, and Fantasy Killer just lived here later?"

"Basically, this arm was originally just a simple exorcist spirit device."

"Oh"

Shirai is a little absent-minded now.

Because he discovered one thing, Fantasy Killer doesn't seem to affect him, he can even use his ability to directly move Fantasy Killer's body.

Of course, Aleister also discovered this.

"The absoluteness of your ability, can even Fantasy Killer be suppressed?"

The absoluteness of Shirai's ability is no secret to Aleister.Of course, it wasn't that he blew himself up stupidly, but that old monster speculated based on Shirai's battle.

Aleister, an old monster, had taught many talented magicians. He had a very vicious vision. This kind of domineering and practical ability couldn't be hidden from him at all.

"Seems to be."

Shirai didn't hide it either, he passed the Fantasy Killer into his hands openly, and then threw it into the box with disgust on his face.

The most precious thing in the eyes of others, to him, is just a piece of bacon.

"So, are you going to give me this thing?"

Although he asked this question in his mouth, he unceremoniously took Fantasy Killer into his own space.

"It's a loan, not a gift. Only by using this will you have a chance to defeat that old monster Hank."

Shirai is indeed strong enough, but in Aleister's view, compared with the supreme bishop of Puritanism, Shirai is still not enough.

"OK, I understand."

Shirai didn't care whether he borrowed it or gave it away. Since the item was in his hands, Aleister would have to pay a high price to get it back.

Can Aleister have a solution?He can't help it. The current Academy City doesn't have much combat power, so he can only rely on Shirai, a pea shooter, to fight against Dr. Zombie.

If there is no chance of a sure kill, he absolutely cannot make a move.

Once word got out that he was still alive, it would be enough to start World War III.

So he can only add a torch stake to Shirai, the pea shooter, and then evolve into a machine gun shooter, praying that he can beat Dr. Zombie with a little more blood and give him a chance to kill.

Back at Kihara's house, after Shirai dismissed Kihara Sachiko, he began to study Fantasy Killer.

This famous exorcism spiritual outfit lay quietly in front of him like a dry branch.

After observing it for a while, Shirai was even a little hungry.

Too fucking like a large chicken feet.

Afterwards, he tried to test the Fantasy Killer in various ways.

However, no matter what method he used to contact this Fantasy Killer, his ability was not threatened in any way.

Think for a moment.

Shirai took out the booty he had seized from the magician, picked out a few things that didn't look pleasing to the eye, and planned to test Fantasy Killer.

Shirai first used a pipe, and since he doesn't like smoking, he doesn't like it at all.Picking up the pipe, Shirai tried to bring the pipe close to Fantasy Killer.

The moment the pipe touched Fantasy Killer, the patterns on its body fell off with a puff, and the pipe itself also fell apart.

"It's not bad either."

He stretched out his hand again, and Fantasy Killer appeared in his hand.

Shirai held the Fantasy Killer, pointing at those magic props one by one, without any exception, those props were all disintegrated by the Fantasy Killer.

"So... it doesn't work for me alone?"

Holding Fantasy Killer in one hand, the other hand kept using his spatial ability.He found that when he used his ability, there was no hindrance, just like usual.

After getting tired of playing, Shirai put Fantasy Killer into the box and put it in his own space.After all, it was made by dead hands, so playing like this is too perverted.

In fact, Fantasy Killer has no effect on him, and he also has his own ideas.

(End of this chapter)