People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

Because this building is a Puritan building that operates as a repository of "original scriptures", it is also a quasi-temple-level building blessed by the land that flows through the UK. It is difficult for pure violence to directly damage the main structure of the building.

(The assessment time is 3 minutes, and it should be more than two minutes now. Mr. Sigurd has calculated that my magic power can only last for so long...)

Stiyl was not worried about Sigurd who was bound by chains at all. Although he didn't know Sigurd's specific strength, Stiyl absolutely did not believe that this so-called "strongest gold" magician would be killed like this. Simply fix it.

Compared to worrying about Sigurd, Steele is now more worried about his own assessment.

Although Sigurd's original words were to defeat the enemy as much as possible, Stiyl was playing tricks just now.It should be the self-defense mechanism of "Original Code" that really defeats the enemy, not Stiyl himself.

(Tsk. I don’t know if using the “original scriptures” is a plus or a minus. That’s why I hate exams the most...)

Still thinking no more, Steele reckoned that there were only 3 seconds left in the 30 minutes agreed by Sigurd, and with the cards in his hand, at most he was releasing a flame sword or two mirage phantoms, so Steele Al made a decision...

If you don't go out, just hide.Wait for the assessment time to end.

"Hide and hide, there is something to come out!!"

"Idiot, you kind of smash this staircase."

"you!!!!"

The man didn't continue to swing the chain because he knew it was impossible for him to smash the staircase.

And now the battle has lasted for about 10 minutes. This place is not too far from the Puritan stronghold, and the man has no capital to drag on.

(Can't kill that brat then at least...)

Just when the man was about to transfer his target to Sigurd, he found that Sigurd had made a move.

Completely ignoring the chains that penetrated his body, Sigurd turned the light blue hourglass over.

"Okay, it's time for the assessment. Then it's time for me to work."

"It's useless, even if you are the recorder, as long as it doesn't give you..."

Until now, the man still didn't realize who the person in front of him was.

Overall, this man did not make any mistakes in this attack tonight. The only problem was that he used a magic formula based on "Lord of the Flies" in front of Sigurd, a "golden system" magician. .

click~

On the black chain, cracks spread rapidly, starting from the part that touched Sigurd, and spread to the entire chain in an instant.

The black silk thread writhed like an irritated iron nematode, which seemed to be in great pain.

"Although it is troublesome to explain every time, I'd better say it again."

"what?"

The man felt something was wrong, the chains in his hands did not collapse, and the black sticky substance in the cracks dripped onto the ground like exposed oil.

He wanted to let go, but found that his hand seemed to be stuck to the chain, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

"What I'm good at is 'position capture', which also includes the capture of 'ritual grounds', 'shrines' and 'spells'."

"What the hell did you do?"

Taking a sip of the black tea in his hand, Sigurd held up the teacup in his hand, and the white porcelain teacup glowed with blue brilliance.

The cup is a symbol of water.

Simultaneously, the plate with the steak in front of him was glowing with green light, and the yellow magic stream was flashing on the table knife beside it.

The plate is a symbol of soil.

The blade is a symbol of wind.

"Cold and dry, followed by cold and wet."

Following Sigurd's announcement, the black "oil" dripping on the ground reacted.

Those black sticky things squirmed, pulled out sticky threads, intertwined and intertwined with each other.

"When the prosperity of the earth is corrupt, appear and spread, O demon king born in the land of corruption."

"Wait, wait a minute!!!"

Seemingly aware of what Sigurd was doing, the man loudly wanted to stop it.

But it didn't make sense, and the mercenary named Sigurd still uttered the magic spell.

"Your name is 'Lord of the Flies'. Disrespectful people who stand in front of me, quickly clear them away."

boom!

A large number of black sticky threads suddenly appeared on the left chest of the man who was holding the chain tightly with one hand and trying to pull his palm out.

That's its name.

Scattered goo joined together into one gooey, black, rotting mass that linked the most sinister powers and most feared names.

"Karma!!!"

Because of the severe pain, he wailed with unknown meaning. In the empty library hall, echoes and wailing were intertwined, and the library was particularly infiltrating in the middle of the night.

In this space at this time, Sigurd's magic is the master of all things.

But it doesn't mean that this mercenary wants to kill this man instantly.

Because that makes no sense.

"Eh?"

The man looked at the black silk thread entwined around him, and the fact that he didn't die instantly made him feel puzzled.He himself is also a magician who uses the "Lord of the Flies" technique, so he has a deep understanding of the destructiveness of this demon king.

But the fact that there was no death is not something to be thankful for. The feeling of powerlessness at this moment made the man understand that he completely underestimated the 15-year-old boy in front of him.

It is obviously a technique of the same theory, but the power exerted by both parties is not of the same order of magnitude at all.

"Don't worry, I still don't have much experience in this kind of thing. Last time I wanted to torture some information, but I accidentally killed more than 20 people without asking anything. To be honest, maybe I don't have much talent in this area." .”

Speaking words that were not reassuring at all, Sigurd waved his hand casually, and the man was thrown backwards, and fell hard in front of Stiyl.

"Don't underestimate me!!! Ugh..."

The man yelled and wanted to resist, because although he was parasitized by the "Lord of the Flies", his magic power was not directly hindered.

Unlike the man who emphasized "pollution", Sigurd's spells are purely destructive spells, emphasizing only the killing part, so they don't have the effect of restraining the opponent.

But as soon as the man yelled, he felt that something powdery was stuffed into his mouth.

The salty powder made the man's tongue numb, but after he realized that what was stuffed into his mouth was granulated table salt, the man's eyes suddenly widened.

"Yes, it seems that you are not a simple idiot if you can understand what I am doing in an instant. People in the past believed that when a witch came into your house and gave her a piece of bread and sprinkled three grains of salt on it, she would not be able to cause harm. any harm..."

The man's magic power has been suppressed, not to mention launching the spell, the man now even feels his head buzzing, and he doesn't know whether it is caused by the high concentration of salt, or some other technique used by Sigurd.

"Not much (I absolutely)..."

The sound of the "cracking" grinding bottle and the oppressive feeling of the heavy weight on his body made the man completely shut up.

"There is nothing heavier than salt on a dead man."

The man is completely controlled, but the props used by Sigurd are just the salt used to season the steak, not even the "holy salt" used by the church to exorcise demons.

"Then the last assessment. Ask this guy if there are other companions. Life and death are not important. The accuracy of the information is the point of scoring."

"learn."

Stiyl, who walked out from behind the stairs with a smirk, approached the man who was lying on the ground and couldn't even breathe smoothly.

The screams became the nightmare of the librarian who stayed on the top floor tonight. The Puritan librarian received a contact from Sigurd, saying that tonight's assessment would use "original scriptures" and building materials. The defense agency, so he was asked not to walk around at will.

So, the librarian didn't even know what a fierce magical battle just happened below.

(What the hell happened. Didn’t you say that tonight is the newcomer assessment of Necessary Evil!?)

Chapter 30: "Pagnus" and Aleister

"Big Guay."

Looking at the document in front of him where Stiyl compiled the information of the other party's confession, Sigurd looked at the name and fell into deep thought.

"Sounds like Japanese. Could it be from Academy City?"

Stiyl's understanding of Japan is limited to the rapidly developing Academy City, and the commotion this time can be understood to a large extent to weaken the United Kingdom's combat power.

If it wasn't Sigurd who was attacked this time, I'm afraid any ordinary magician would die here.

"The double surname cannot be regarded as a proof of being Japanese. Do you think you are Japanese when you hear surnames like Gongsun, Huangfu, and Ouyang?"

Sigurd spread out the report in front of him, and re-integrated the information in it.

On the other side of the hall, the limp man hanging on the wall seemed to have no more reaction.

Both hands and feet were firmly nailed to the wall with blood-red translucent nails, and the movement of the arms was like a sinner crucified.

"And the name Paiguguay. The source should be the novel series "The Giant" written by the French novelist Rabelais in the 16th century. The son of the king in it is called Paiguguay, and this name should not be his real name."

Throw the report aside, most of it is bullshit.The only name that could be used as a clue, "Pang Daguai", the other party only knew that he was a man, and he didn't even know the other party's appearance.

Sigurd seemed to have thought of something suddenly, but he didn't open his mouth to explain it to Stiyl.

But under the obviously relieved expression, Sigurd seems to have understood who this magician named "Panga Guai" is.

At this time, the Puritan magicians finally realized that something was wrong here, and the magicians with suitcases rushed into the hall in a hurry.

"This......"

But when they saw the tan powder all over the floor and the man nailed to the wall, they were all stunned.

"You guys came at the right time. These guys are fanatics of Aleister Crowley. We have already carried out preliminary torture on the intelligence side, and the follow-up processing should be left to the Tower of London to solve. The theory of the art that bound him is' Stigmata', if things of this level can't be removed, you can go back to the furnace and rebuild."

"Eh!?"

The men who came for support frantically caught the documents Sigurd threw to him, but Stiyl stood there in a daze, not knowing what he was supposed to do.

"Follow me. Laura, that guy has something to ask me, so I can get your assessment report done by the way."

"Yes."

Stil, who hastily followed Sigurd, responded nervously, remembering the oppressive feeling that Sigurd radiated in the battle just now, which made Stiier feel lingering fear.

It was almost midnight, and there were almost no pedestrians on the streets of London. London, the city of fog, was once again shrouded in thick fog.

Strolling in the streets with less than five meters of visibility, relying only on the dim streetlights on both sides of the ancient streets, Stiyl always felt an inexplicable chill lingering in his heart.