Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

One man and one woman, two magicians in the uniforms of the Clone brigade ran out madly.While running, they tried to tear off the water devil snake wrapped around them.

But the result of this action is only to hasten their death.

In a panic, the male magician stepped into the sea of ​​curses surging on the floor first, and then fell to the ground without moving.The female magician was less fortunate. Her neck was bitten by the water devil snake. The characteristics of the water of death turned half of her body into falling lime.

With the loss of half of her body and the severe pain caused by the mixture of lime and wounds, the female magician could only fall powerlessly in front of the door, waiting for the death of the god of death to come.

Immediately, the third magician appeared in Rope's sight.

A young man, probably in his twenties.He glanced sadly at the female magician under his feet, gritted his teeth and aimed the ruby-encrusted dress at Rope.

"I won't let you pass again! Demon!" He stared at Rope: "Right here, return the life of my comrade!"

"Oh!"

Rope's eyes lit up and he quickened his pace.

"I finally saw a living person. With all due respect my friend, Clone's hospitality has yet to be learned. But it doesn't matter, it's good to see you. Come and tell me the location of your leader, Miss Bathermelo. Well, I don't want to look for it slowly, I can't wait to have a banquet with the lady."

"FireAndAsh! Growth!"

What answered him was the singing of the second measure of the magician.

The flames briefly dispelled the churning curse under his feet, swirling in the narrow space of the corridor, burning, and slamming into the black-haired youth like an out-of-control bull.

Rope stopped.

--Chance!

The magician of the martial arts faction responded by popping a mercury-shaped arcane blade from under the magic attire.

Strengthening his body regardless of the cost, the young man stepped on the gap in the sea of ​​​​curse and rushed over like a cheetah when Ropey was attracted by the flames.

... The opponent has the resistance of conventional magic, and the body is very hard, so he can only choose the eyes as the attack target.

There is only one chance, and the price of missing after closing the distance is only death.

The pressure of betting on life pushed the magician beyond his limit, and the moment the flames drowned Rope, the young magician who was close enough also shot.

The arcane blade pierced the flames, the magician prayed.

It doesn't matter if your arm gets burned, as long as you can...

- Bang!

"I sincerely thank you for not letting me waste my time."

With his neck strangled, the magician leaning against the wall looked at the unharmed black-haired youth in the flames.

"This... can't make you hurt?"

The feeling of suffocation made the magician feel pain, and he wanted to make a final struggle with the weapon in his hand.

But with the lightness of the right body, the magician lost his right hand forever - the hand holding the dress.

"India's "wind god" Vayu, his son Hanuman once ate the sun, devouring light and heat, and he was the son of the eclipse. "

Rope threw away the broken arm, gently wiped the blood splattered on his face, and smiled with a blood-stained handsome face.

"I killed the Ape of Steel, even if I don't use my powers, "fire" and "heat" alone can't have any effect on me.Oh, or your attack will become my tonic instead. "

"……monster."

"Well, I'm tired of hearing such comments."

Rope shook his head and pressed his fingers to the magician's eyes.

"Okay, I have resisted, and now I will tell you Lorelai's position. It is your leader that makes me unhappy, so if you are willing to cooperate, I will let you die without pain. Hint - cherish A little alms from me." His calm words revealed incomparable cruelty.

Disdain to interrogate, does not mean that Rope does not know how to use the pain of others.

"How could I be a 'noble'... ah ah ah ah! "

"So, cherish my charity."

Rope changed his blood-stained fingers in a different direction and continued to ask.

"now what?"

"..."

"……Is it."

The scream was followed by a resolute silence.

Rope sighed regretfully and took his fingers from the only remaining eyes.

This time his entire palm covered the magician's face.

"Sure enough, I still can't learn to torture as good as Marshal Gilles de Lei. Forget it, take your loyalty to the underworld, unknown magician..."

Just as he was about to repeat his old trick and crush the magician's head, the sharp blade and the crisp girl's voice rang out at the same time.

"With an identity like Qing, you can't make it difficult for ordinary magicians, right?"

Ropey turned his head to avoid the crimson blade and let go.

The magician fell into the sea of ​​curses and lost his life.