I Don't Want to Be a Heroic Soul

Then, Stella and the others saw an unbearable scene

"I beg you! At least let my child go!"

"It’s so noisy! Get out of here!"

A mother knelt in front of a thug, trying to ask him to let her child go, but she was hit in the face with an elbow and flew several meters away.

Stella was already angry, but because of the black iron bead She could only endure what Shizuku said

"Don't bully my mother!"

It seemed that he was the child of the mother just now. A little boy threw the ice cream in his hand directly on the thug's head, and then rushed towards the thug angrily.

It was this move that completely annoyed the thug. The boy was kicked hard in the stomach without mercy.

The heavy military boot was a kick from a strong adult. Even an adult could not bear it, let alone a child.

But the thug seemed to think it was not enough, and pointed the black gun at the little boy's head with a grin

, because she knew that she had witnessed this.���, it is impossible for the person next to him to sit still.

If a student knight wants to use spiritual equipment, he must obtain permission, and the academy has long known the situation inside through the escaped tourists, so Stella and Kurogane Ju Shizuku have all obtained permission to use spiritual equipment..

By the way, Okita Souji's sword is also regarded as a spiritual weapon. After all, Okita Souji's sword can be transformed into a spirit child, so it is perfect to use it to pretend to be a magical spirit weapon.

Seeing the mother crawling over and holding her child tightly in her arms, the thug laughed even more crazily. His finger had already touched the trigger of the submachine gun, and the temperature around Stella gradually increased.

However, at that moment.

A streak of snow-white was clearly reflected in everyone's eyes, like the line of day dividing the world.

In the silence, half of the gun fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

The thug stood there blankly, his eyes widened as he looked at the half-part gun in his hand. The reflection from the smooth fracture continued to sting his eyes.

"who! Who is it?"

The chill spread through his spinal cord and flowed through his soul. Relying on unconfident roars would not only fail to summon courage for himself, but would actually encourage the growth of fear.

"is it you?!"

Only half of the gun was pointed at Stella, because she had just stood up to save the mother and son, but in the end she was froze in place because of the flash of white snow, and did not reply for a long time. Come to your senses

"I……"

At this time, Stella was as suffocated as if a fish bone was stuck in her throat, unable to spit it out or swallow.

Stella's silence also made the thug identify that it was her, but it is also possible that the thug who was frightened at this time would not be able to listen even if Stella said it was not her.

After all, he actually forgot to take the nearest mother and son hostage. Was he really so frightened that he lost his ability to think?

"shooting! shooting! Get that woman within my range of a hornet's nest!"

The frantic thug completely forgot that the order he received was to"keep the hostage alive." Dominated by fear, he just wanted to kill the red-haired woman in the crowd immediately.

Black Iron mixed in the crowd Zhu Shizuku's expression changed greatly, because she hadn't completed the arrangement yet. Once the thugs around her really fired, she, Ayatsuji Ayase, and Stella would be fine, but they wouldn't be able to protect the people around them!

Stella looked around solemnly, thinking whether to flee from the crowd immediately or build a protective wall around with flames.

But before Stella could make a decision, a voice stole all of their attention.

"Phew!"

That was the sound of flesh and blood being pierced, sliced, and chopped off by swords.

Bright red and hot blood spattered on the walls, sprayed in the corners, and dripped on the floor.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, mixing with the water. The anger mixed together, making people's stomachs churn and their brains go crazy.

A thug in the corner fell straight down, and he didn't notice the footsteps of death until death came to him. The bells of death are endless.

The thug's fall in the corner is just the beginning.

His body is shaking and his soul is shaking, but this is just the beginning.

The sound of the sword entering the flesh is heard in the silence. The thugs with half-armed guns turned around in panic, but they could only see three fallen companions. Their clothes were soaked with blood and dyed the ferocious shadows around them red.

"who! Who is pretending to be a ghost?"

No one answered him. The killing was still going on.

He breathed softly and slowed down. His brain was muddy due to lack of oxygen, and his body was cold due to sweating.

"is it you! What on earth did you do!"

The thug pointed the half of the gun at Stella, but what could this useless gun do? Give him some useless confidence?

"Are you a knife-cutter? That's your ability, right? Take your powers back quickly! Otherwise I will kill you!"

He was already in chaos, and he was already incoherent.

In his eyes, the surrounding shadows grew blood-red eyes and sharp claws.

It used those blood-red eyes to find prey, and it used those sharp claws to It bites flesh and blood.

The deep darkness is its lair and its hunting ground. Whenever a thug tries to pull the trigger, it will be eaten by the shadow..

Finally, the psychological defense of the strong thug with the half-armed gun was completely broken. He threw down the useless gun and ran away in shame. , met a group of familiar people

"Smile sir! Smile sir!"

Like a fanatic witnessing a miracle coming before his eyes, like a seeker seeing the door of truth opening in front of him.

The strong thug rolled up to the man in the robe and shouted at the top of his lungs:"Sir! Smile sir! quick! help me!"

He didn't see his smiling master reaching out to him. What was clearly reflected in his eyes was a touch of clear snow-white.

The strong body fell heavily to the ground, and his head rolled far away, with something like The expressions of the zealots witnessing the miracle. However, until the blood of the strong thug cooled and the life disappeared, the man in the robe and the group of people behind him did not make any movement.

There was a neat incision, and he was no longer breathing.

"Is this the last one?"

A figure slowly walked out from the shadows. The black Yuzhi seemed to be an extension of the surrounding shadows. His face was covered by the shadows and his face could not be seen clearly.

The snow-white long sword was held in his hand, and he performed a sword trick, and finally collected it. The scabbard made a very pleasant sound as she took a step back, blending perfectly into the shadows, leaving only a cold word.

"So, how to explain my sudden disappearance?……"