Clip exposure, the savior Kamijou Touma

And this sentence, which sounds like a murmur, is also the key to the follow-up.

But within the picture at this moment——

The story of crisis and difficulty continues to advance.

Wuhe's consciousness disappeared for a period of time.

Like water seeping into the soil, consciousness slowly returned. The first thing she felt was the smell of rust, followed by pain. As her mind realized these things, the pain swept through her body like a tsunami. Unexpectedly, her vision and hearing, which she usually relied on the most, were the last to recover.

There was darkness all around.

Despair buried in blue.

There was asphalt everywhere that had been broken by the iron bars at the end of the car, and dust was flying above the iron bridge.

The night view that the two of them had been strolling and admiring until just now had now turned into the horrible scene before their eyes.

And now, she finally realized the feel of the gun handle in her hand.

"Um!?"

Itsuwa remembered his current situation and hurriedly used his gun to prop himself up and stood up.

At this moment, she realized that something warm was flowing through her palms.

It was a little warm, and had a dizzy smell of rust. The true nature of this bright red liquid was very obvious.

blood.

But there wasn't so much blood flowing out of Itsuwa's body, because if there was so much blood, it would be difficult for him to maintain consciousness. Moreover, this was different from other liquids such as ink, it was definitely human blood.

So whose blood is it? She thought so, but in the next moment she immediately denied her consciousness.

You should know it without thinking.

This is Kamijou Touma's blood.

"Are you awake?"

If he thought about it calmly, the person behind him holding the weapon should be standing in front of him now.

"Then get out of my way. My attack is too powerful. If I use my full strength, it might affect the surrounding areas."

But Wuhe's consciousness didn't pay any attention to the water. Her shoulders kept shaking slightly, and slowly, slowly turned to her back.

Everything that happened during the time when Itsuwa lost consciousness.

Kamijou's hands and feet were paralyzed on the ground, his face was stained red with blood, and his eyes could neither close nor open, like a broken automatic door, stopped in a half-open state. The pain in his whole body seemed to tear his body apart, but the boy's body did not move at all.

Even this cannot be determined.

Judging from the physical distance alone, there was only a small distance between the two of them, but even this small distance still made Itsuwa unable to understand the real situation.

"Ah...ah..."

Wuhe's judgment ability is slowly turning into dust.

The threat of water behind her had completely disappeared from her mind. Even if she faced a powerful enemy, she didn't care. She moved her hands, which were stained with the blood of others, to collect the asphalt fragments scattered around, took out a wet tissue, and took out the wallet from the blood-stained trouser pocket of Kamijou.

The magic used by the Amakusa-style Cross Cult does not require any strange spells or spiritual equipment.

The things we use, after all, are just daily necessities.

Itsuwa found unscientific residues from these daily necessities, reassembled them, stopped bleeding, healed wounds, and replenished lost vitality. To achieve these goals, Itsuwa is performing recovery magic. For the girl, the "problem" and "battle" she faces now is whether she can save the boy in front of her.

In fact, even in a state of extreme chaos, Wuhe's movements were still surprisingly fast and accurate.

It didn't take long for the recovery magic to be activated.

Small balls of light were flying around Kamijou’s motionless body. The green light looked like fireflies. The light flew into the wound as if to fill the cracks in his skin.

but,

Help! ! There was a sound like this.

The recovery magic put together by Itsuwa was blown away like sawdust without leaving any residue.

The reason is very clear.

“… Ugh, ah.”

Itsuwa moved restlessly, his eyes moving from Kamijou's face to his right hand.

Right hand.

Phantom Killer.

No matter what kind of mysterious phenomenon it is, it has a special ability to eliminate it regardless of good or bad.

Enough of the irony.

The boy was born with the talent to be able to dissolve any magic.

At this moment, it had turned into a poison that was like a death warrant for him, and there was no way for him to escape from this desperate situation! !

"Damn it, how can such a benign reaction also be rejected?! This idiot is completely unable to move, but his right hand is still..." Misaka Mikoto's forehead veins bulged when she saw this, and she looked at the scene in the video that was full of black humor and comedy in disbelief.

Sitting in a seat not far away, Queen Shokuhou Misaki seemed calm, but she clutched the armrest of the seat tightly, looking at the bruised boy in the video with difficulty: "You...will be fine, right?"

From anyone's perspective, Touma is already at the end of his rope.

In addition, Gowa's magic failed;

"This layman..."

"I've seen enough of people constantly being on the front lines of things that don't need to be done."

At this time, somewhere in Academy City, Stilho stood up.

Facing Tsuchimikado who questioned what he wanted to do and Kanzaki who looked over, the fire mage's attitude was tougher than ever before: "Need I say more? I want to bring that child back! No matter what, this outsider is making such a fuss. Even if this matter ends successfully, what about next time? The mess he makes will only expand, tearing open wounds that cannot be healed, and even hurting that child. If we continue to let him do whatever he wants, I don't care even if he really provokes the thing called the devil in the legend, but ah... there is only that child..."

Seeing this, Tsuchimikado's mouth twitched and he smiled, but everyone who knew him knew that this meant he was really angry.

However..

"Even if you are so angry now, will the child choose to leave the boy and leave with you after watching the video, Stiyl?"

Suddenly, a cold and calm voice intervened in the dispute between Tsuchimikado and Stiyl.

It’s Kamijou Kaori.

This former Amakusa-style female pope.

That's when she intervened.

Stiyl suddenly remembered.

In terms of how serious and upset he was about this matter, Kamiya was not inferior to him in the slightest.

But...

"So what do you want to do? Let him continue to cause trouble and trouble the child's life, and also cause confusion to these magicians in Amakusa-shiki?"

Stiyl raised his hand, pointing at the scene in the video.

Pointing at the scarred figure still standing behind Touma.

Just keep watching as the video continues to play.

In order to protect Itsuwa, Kamijou Touma once again forced himself to stand up, as if he wanted to make a heroic sacrifice like the protagonist.

But what Stiyl would never have imagined was.

It's just this useless act of seeking death.

But it gave the young man a glimmer of hope to survive in the narrow gap.

Yes.

'knight'

This is a name used jokingly by the people on the left.

But it just so happens that this young man, who also came from the Right Seat of God, really seemed to possess such qualities.

The young man in front of me dared to remain tough even in a desperate situation.

He dragged his seriously injured body,

His courage in standing up to save the girl behind him was recognized by the people behind him.

"Give you one day."

Houfangzhishui just swung the stick with an unconscious boy hanging on it.

"It would be too cruel to remove your arm here without even anesthesia. I'll give you some time to prepare a prosthesis. If you can cut off the center of this riot - that right hand - and hand it over to us before the deadline, I will spare your life."

Having said this, the man swung the stick without hesitation.

A blow from a monster who is a member of God's Right Seat and also a saint.

The body of the young man hung on the stick flew out from the iron bridge at the speed of a cannonball. After passing over the handrail, he collided with the dark and cold water hundreds of meters away. He bounced out without even sinking. Because of the extremely fast speed, the young man's body bounced on the water two or three times and finally sank on the side of the cruise boat. Like a water column produced by an explosion in the water, the water from the river flew straight into the sky.

After a while, a huge bang exploded.

Without even confirming whether the target was alive or dead, Houfangzhishui turned his back to Wuhe.

He said this at the end.

"Just one day."

Chapter 79. Thoughts after the Defeat

The words fell.

No trace at all.

The low-hanging fruit of victory.

Abandoned by the man.

Just like the common villain in many stories.

He chose to give the protagonist a chance to live.

And generally speaking.

At the other end of this road,

It's the villain's death.

The hero-saving-the-world plot is all too familiar.

The scenes where the villain lets the protagonist go are also the same old story.

However, this time is different from the past.

The reason why the rear was willing to give Touma "a life" was very simple.

This is not the common rhythm of the villain's lowering of intelligence.

Even the audience was in an uproar when they saw this scene.

"Giving up the victory that is within reach... foolish goodwill." Muzan Kibutsuji sneered, representing some of the audience who thought that this was asking for trouble.

"Not a bad young man, he does have a chivalrous heart... Unfortunately, this kind of unreasonable request, trying to maintain the balance of the world through such actions, is ultimately a wrong behavior. I just hope he can turn back at the last moment. This is the feeling of a group of viewers in the Dragon Ball world, led by Master Muten, who have seen that Hou Fangzhishui is definitely not a villain.

"However, what exactly this guy is thinking... I really don't understand. Compared with the first two members of God's Right Seat, this guy really looks like a 'saint'." In the JOJO world, Joseph Joestar also frowned.

This time, Polnareff saw it clearly.

"It's not that he's afraid of being criticized, it's probably the gentleman's principle." Polnareff, who was always cynical, suddenly became serious, and his expression no longer had the usual playfulness.

He felt it.

Even through the screen, I can still understand.

"I'm sure that this Kamijou brother will understand the other party's intention. It's not just that he doesn't want to kill, but his actions have indeed touched this man with a chivalrous spirit."

Such an emotional sigh.

Also at this moment.

Except for the audience from heaven.

The person involved was also in a confused mood.