At night, the gate of the star trails——

For Fran Pith, this day should have been all right.

The premise is that Aleister didn't call her cell phone.

When the sky darkened, Aleister answered her phone: "You seem to be very confident in your artificial starry sky's suppression of the crucifixion magic, so you did not interfere with the Roman Orthodox Church using the'Crocedi Pietro' to dominate the school. Is it an event in Garden City?"

"CrocediPietro" is a cross built on the cemetery of St. Peter, one of the Twelve Apostles. Within the scope of effect, everything will move in a direction that is beneficial to Roman Orthodox Church. accept. The largest spiritual outfit that the Roman Orthodox Church has stubbornly refused to disclose so far.

After the magic bombardment that crossed half of the earth failed, using this method to counterattack was a better method that the Orthodox Church of Rome could come up with. If you can bring the science and technology of the Academy City and Fran Pis into your command, not only will you eliminate a few enemies, but you will also gain an advantage in the cross teaching, which is a tactic of killing three birds with one stone. But such great magic requires the constellation light as a condition.

"I didn't expect those idiots to be so hopeful? On the contrary, I think'CrocediPietro' is a feint, and there is a bigger battle behind it."

"If you have other ideas, it's my turn to ask for advice." Aleister said.

"How come? When the spell bombing was defeated by me, only the Queen Fleet, God's Right Seat and... Ah, right and the human sea tactics. If' Apostles Cross (CrocediPietro) "It's really playing," Fran Pis put on a bored expression, presumably the "stagnation loop" can be seen, she said, "I know I know, because the problem of analog constellations receiving light, it is counted every day. Hour doesn’t work directly, but it doesn’t coincide with the most suitable starting time for CrocediPietro. Even if they have some way to coincide, no, there will certainly be, but you are not ready to celebrate the fireworks all over the sky. Has the starry sky been covered? And, isn't it right that I won't deal with it over there?"

In the meantime, the night sky outside the window was illuminated by the flashes from the ground—the light bulbs, neon lights, laser lights, focal points and so on decorated everywhere, and the starry sky seemed to disappear without a trace.

Franpies said with emotion: "Since ancient times, all kinds of great magic that can affect cities and even countries as long as the constellations are used, just succumb to the artificial light of science and technology. As long as this method is used, it is not even my Tower of Babel. Is part of the attack technique sealed in half? Are you not unprepared for the remaining half to use the ground veins? I know that the earthquake prevention and emergency facilities of the Academy City have this function."

"By the way," she turned off the indoor player, walked to the window, and continued, "Can you change to a better song for this night event? This one feels terribly ugly, at least the public audio system near the company Can it be turned off? I don't have any students here."

"Indeed, this is not suitable for listening to music in the office, but it is not me who is hosting the Big Star Festival. Of course, you have the right to complain to the operator." Aleister is obviously a silent mechanical voice, Fran Pith felt it was ridiculous.

"Huh, you should train Kamijou to be numb, I think he is really unfavorable in handling today's incident. It seems that the magic association that claims to be "Gold" also intervenes and it's a little smoother. The magic association that claims to be "Gold" is a little smoother. The leader is a bit arrogant, deal with it?"

Aleister: "According to the previous agreement, that's your job."

Franpies: "But she greeted you too, right? Wouldn't you be rude if you didn't respond?"

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The twenty-third school district, the airport--

Oliana, who was bruised all over her body and knocked down with a standard face and punch, never got up again.

"Thank you." Pat Wei raised his head, but the object of his "consolation" was not the triumphant man who defeated the enemy. "It's really hard for you to use your brain to this level, Aleister."

Pat Wei studies the leaders and leaders of the ancient and modern China and the West, and acts in order to grasp the efficient social center structure, so she is chasing the "Golden Dawn" magician who should never appear in this world, Aleister Crowley, Franpis V. Gropius-there is no plan to face combat at present, but it is a part of collecting samples.

The "ImagineBreaker" teenager sandwiched between the two contradictions is really unfortunate. Even if he is used, he should have the opportunity to increase the daily life he hopes, but no matter what, he will always wave his right hand to take the initiative. Into the dispute.

Pat Wei intends to use it unceremoniously.

"Since you are on a stage, the'plan' has been out of control. The two people who lived and died were here to live in harmony at the moment of meeting, indicating that there is a bigger factor that makes you not want to highlight the action. Waiting for the future to see nothing The avoidable war leads to that element. I don’t know what happened to you outside of history in the decades from one hundred to half a century ago, but-what can be confirmed is that you are all trying to redeem yourself. Act on failure."

Bai Dewei looked up at the light of the sky, and said to himself——

"Isn't today's world very happy? Are you enjoying it, or are you trying to endure it? You can't indulge as much as you like a hundred years ago. Are you tired?"

The sound of the wind flew by, and several flying gold threads of Pat Wei scattered.

The attack from nowhere made the guarding men alert.

But Pat Wei said: "This is not a warning."

The same attack struck again.

"Is that enough courage?"

The wind swept over ~lightnovelpub.net~ even if I tried to cut off my head, it couldn't hide this anxiety. "

She is as petite as she has seen on the surface, and her body is not like a saint, a Valkyrie, or the right seat of the gods.

"Wait, BOSS, if this goes on!" His subordinates seemed unable to bear it anymore.

"What's the matter, Mark?" Pat Wei felt uncomfortable about the ease of her subordinates. With her preparation, even if she is expected to be an attack that will wipe her out...

"BOSS! Your hair will become bald if it goes on like this!"

"What is it!" Pat Wei's majesty collapsed in an instant, covering his head with both hands, feeling that the hair in the hairpin was really much less.

Obviously release a powerful attack, whether it is the firepower of a battleship or the continuous attack of the saint, she has the confidence to trigger the prepared magic to completely resist it, but here just shave her head in a way that does not cause real injury, it is really unstoppable .

(to be continued)