People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

This is magic, based on the ferocious beasts of the four directions, and the "gesture" of the Kagura dance that presents gifts to the gods.

What is going on now is the loading of bullets.

"The vicious maiden who holds the nails when she is ugly is here for my encouragement..."

Although there was some slurred speech with the Kodachi dangling in his mouth, the ceremony was still uninterrupted.

And at this time, the "Ashigaru style" surrounded by left and right "melted" in Tsuchimikado Motoharu's technique instantly like salt sprinkled in hot water.

(Damn it, this guy sacrificed my "Ashigaru" to the four beasts...)

Kamo Meisui finally began to feel something was wrong, stared at Motoharu Tsuchimikado's face unconsciously, and immediately drove the "Asuka pose" to surround him in the direction of Motoharu Tsuchimikado.

And at this time, He Maomeisui didn't even care about Sigurd who was gone to buy coffee at the runway corridor.

"Use this enchantment to replace the grass man."

He Momeisui saw it, she saw Tsuchimikado Yuanchun and smiled.

The onmyoji smiled happily, full of sarcasm.

It felt like when He Maomeisui was laughing at Sigurd just now.

But the difference is that this time He Maomeisui didn't even care about getting angry, she even felt the threat of death.

The "Asuka pose" approached quickly, but like the "Ashigaru pose", it was completely "sacrificed".

(How could this brat have such technology!)

Tsuchimikado Motonharu's "mantra power (magic power)" may indeed not be as good as He Mao Meisui, but as a "onmyoji (magician)" duel, it is out of its own strength.

The venue, the prototype of the technique and its own skills are all decisive factors.

And obviously, the woman named He Maomeisui was completely crushed and defeated by Tsuchimikado Yuanharu in terms of her basic skills as an "Onmyoji".

"Replace nails with my shikigami! Replace copper hammers with my fists!"

"Huh? Is this the end?"

"!?"

Sigurd's voice came from afar, but He Maomeisui didn't care about Sigurd at all.

She turned and started running away.

That's right, this onmyoji who was still invincible just now started to run for his life.

Although she is far inferior to Tsuchimikado Motoharu as an "onmyoji", this does not mean that she is a fool.

Tsuchimikado Motoharu's "Black Shiki" has been completed, if he is directly hit by such an attack, even with the protection of "Shikigami", he will not escape death!

"If such an ordinary thing is still suitable for me. Of course, I mean killing each other~"

The white ball of light began to spread around Tsuchimikado Motoharu himself.

Before He Maomeisui had time to jump off the building, the ball of light was like a water polo pierced by a needle.

The "magic power" concentrated inside radiates out in a radial pattern.

It's not something like "light attack," "heat attack," or "vibration shock."

It is the purest but direct "magic bombing".

The AOE bombing that completely ignored all defenses exploded in the open space in the middle layer.

Chapter 110: Dark May Project

Powercurriculumprogram

Evolutionism Project (evolutionism)

Dark May Project (darkmayproject)

Railgun mass production plan (radionoiseproject)

Ability Body Crystal

Producer Program (produce)

Clone Dolly

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Academy City is carrying out countless dark and cruel experiments every day.

Countless experimental subjects died due to the actions of these researchers for a few simple lines of data, and they didn't even deserve to leave their own tombstones in the tenth school district.

Anything that was simply thrown into the "garbage recycling truck" was thrown into the "incinerator" of the tenth school district, and anything that was discharged into the atmosphere through the "purification facility".

Nothing will be left, nothing will be gained.

They even believed in the "great blueprint" that those researchers said to their deaths, dreaming of the day when they would become high-level superpowers.

The field that they could never reach in their whole life has become their dream. For this "something" that they can't get at all, those children are confused and erased the traces of their existence.

No one will even notice their departure, because most of them are "childerror" whose parents don't care about them after receiving the "incentive money".

And their value is just a simple sentence "I need their lives", any certain high-level personnel will politely send these children to the hands of "those researchers".

And the reason is only to the extent of "I am very interested in your research", without even considering "practicability".

However, some special cases often appear among "those researchers", but after the addition of "someone", the definition of "special cases" begins to become more distorted.

"What are you doing?"

"Q...Researcher Sigurd!?"

Looking in horror at his clenched wrist, the young male researcher felt a strange stickiness.

As if something blocked his trachea, the male researcher felt that he couldn't breathe.

(He wants to kill me!!!)

Such a voice was roaring crazily in his heart.

Sigurd was obviously just the same "poker face" as usual, neither shouting with blushing nor frowning.

But the male researcher felt a clear threat of death from the ferocious look in his eyes.

"Those researchers" don't care about anything other than the experiment at all, so even if the subject is killed, as long as valuable data can be obtained, "those researchers" won't ask too many other things.

This is the original words of a certain "predecessor".

The man has always remembered such words. In fact, he did this in the previous "Wisdom Research", and although the blond researcher with vicious tattoos on his face would look at him as a fool, he also It is true that they did not ask questions about the life and death of the experimental subjects.

And it is precisely because of this "rude" approach that he has achieved results in the previous "Wisdom Research", so he was able to enter this more advanced and more confidential plan than before, and he can even be the "team leader" identity.

Academy City doesn't care about the life and death of "abandoned things" at all. "Retaining essence and abandoning rough things" are treated as consumables and destroyed in experiments. For a member of the dark research in Academy City, this man doesn't feel at all. There's nothing that shouldn't be.

It would be better to say the nature of "I really can't empathize with things that are not of the same kind".

[Just a part of the tragedy that can be seen everywhere]

With such thoughts, the man who "normalized" such actions felt a clear threat of death at this moment.

"me......"

The man can't speak, although he is only a researcher, but he is also a member who knows the existence of "Darkness".

And at this time Sigurd's abnormal aura, he can understand.

That is a sense of oppression that is absolutely impossible without the lives of more than four digits attached to his hands!

Feeling that his wrist was about to be crushed, the man knelt down on the ground with a distorted expression.

But even so, Sigurd still had no intention of letting go, but exerted further force.

Seeing the man who was in pain and wanted to kneel down, but was held by the wrist with one hand, Sigurd continued to exert strength and lifted the other person to his usual position.

"Are you deaf? Let me ask you again. What are you doing?"

"No, I'm so sorry!!!"

The man didn't know what he did wrong, he just wanted to make the "dark may project" make substantial progress faster.

But he is not an idiot either. To be able to get to his current position, observation is far more important than research ability.

Therefore, he obviously didn't feel that he was wrong, but the man still apologized crazily. If his wrists were not restrained by Sigurd, and his body was suspended in mid-air, he would have even started kowtowing.

"..."

Feeling that his wrist was loosened, the man's body went limp and he fell to the ground.

The man didn't dare to yell, he was afraid that he would offend Sigurd, the monster researcher, and be dealt with as if he was "retaining the essence and discarding the rough".

After all, for "those researchers", a guy of his level couldn't catch the eye at all.

And he is also very clear that compared to "those researchers", he is only a small role of "consumables" and "can be replaced at any time".

So even though the wrist was in severe pain that was almost broken, the man just curled up with his wrist and rolled to a corner, trying not to let his body block Sigurd's way as much as possible.

Although it is very humble and even embarrassing, this is indeed the correct way for a small character like him to survive in the "darkness" of Academy City.

Sigurd ignored the male researcher.

Under the fearful and puzzled eyes of all the young people, as well as the reasonable eyes of those "old men" who had conducted many experiments with Sigurd, Sigurd approached the man who was lying on the ground. The girl on the ground.

Wearing the clothes of the uniform posture of the experimental subject, he coughed continuously in his mouth.

"Cough cough..."

Sigurd looked at the girl kneeling in front of him who was coughing up blood and foam.

She seemed to have noticed Sigurd's approach, and she struggled to stand up.

Sigurd could feel that she was flustered now, but because of the miscellaneous beating just now, her body was a little out of control.

"it's me."

"Qi, Mr. Sigurd...you're back...ahem."

"Well, things outside are settled."

As if hearing a familiar voice, the girl's body immediately relaxed.

And the male researcher who heard such a conversation could already foresee his own ending.