"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

　　 This cry comes from a man who wants to save the world at the expense of launching a third world war.

The fire on the right felt that the power output of his "third hand" could not keep up, and his body was forced to the edge of the floating "island". The beam of light that had hit it bounced away.

If he defended with all his strength, he would not have suffered any damage except being knocked into the air. However, if the opponent really had a spell that paralyzed a large number of countries’ magical foundations at once, his retreat would mean the collapse of [Star of Bethlehem]. .

　　 There are two seconds left! Hold on for two more seconds!

　　 That little girl’s witchcraft will disappear, and she will be blown to death by a powerful force that is connected but can’t be controlled anymore!

　　 "Boom boom boom boom boom boom!" Suddenly, the [Star of Bethlehem] made a loud noise.

　　 is not where it exploded, but a great collapse caused by its own structure unable to support itself.

　　 "Let's go!" Cynthia yelled and finally cast a magic spell, then switched to her spiritual outfit and retreated at a high speed, almost disappearing in place.

Cynthia has no plan to defeat the fire on the right, and her defeat is inevitable in this way. Since the other party has no time to take care of the [Star of Bethlehem], she will give priority to [The Fate of Saint George [gius] according to Fran Pith’s plan. ]] The spiritual outfit that kept the fortress afloat was turned into a handicraft, and it immediately disappeared within the range of the fire on the right.

The fire on the right has power beyond human specifications, and it also summons angels capable of destroying civilization, but the fortress’s floating art style is collectively prepared by ordinary magicians of Russian adult education, and it is used in the British influence that can make magical heritage more abundant. In front of the [Gius of St. George's Destiny [gius]] in multiple forbidden areas, it was vulnerable to a single blow.

　　The fortress plunged into the ice sea, causing a huge wave. Above, the battle between Misha and Syrah continued.

　　 "Ah ah ah ah ah! It's not over yet, there is still a chance! This lord is going to save the world ah ah ah!!!" The fire on the right roared and plunged into the ice sea.

　　 Right, that's right. How could he not consider that [Sacred Right] is not perfect and the output of the "third hand" is insufficient. Didn't he get the banned book catalog and lure Kamijou Dangma to come here to fight him?

　　 Conditions: "Fantasy Killer (ker, the liberation of angelic power, and the parchment taken away by someone in the Academy City.

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　　The ground——

　　 Mikoto landed on the snow in Russia with Dang Ma and Cao Qi.

"Gogging, vomiting, vomiting, vomiting . Some regret this trip, but I don't want to be led by Misaka.

　　 "Hmm...Is it okay?" Dang Ma means not seeing girls suffer.

　　 Caoqi raised his hand and shook it, indicating that there was nothing wrong with "airsickness", although the "airsickness" itself was exaggerated.

　　 "What the **** is that?" Mikoto looked up at the sky...no, it was the reverse sea level.

At the moment when the ice sea was cut open by the fire on the right, she discovered that the sea of ​​ice made by Syrah was floating in the air, about two to three hundred meters thick, and she was busy carrying Dangma and Caoqi before the sea closed again. He rushed out and returned to the ground that was still safe for the time being.

　　 "The power of angels." When Ma saw angels, it was not surprising that the angels could use this level of power. He was even more worried about the impact of this level of power on the world——

　　 Covered to the horizon, how much flood will be caused by all the water at a depth of several hundred meters falling, and how much will the sea level rise?

　　"Angel?" Mikoto, who doesn't believe in the unscientific, is inexplicable. She has managed to classify the magic that she has seen so far into an unknown superpower.

　　 "Don't talk about this, Misaka, I can't escape, I have to find a way to go up, just now you were flying beautifully, can you go up?" Toma pressed Mikoto's shoulder and asked seriously.

　　 "Huh? Diao...I, pretty?" Mikoto intercepted a few words almost selectively deaf, and the temperature of her face rose a little.

"Misaka?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. No... OK?"

　　Dangma doesn’t look like he has betrayed the Academy City. In this case, those few are standing here. As enemies, they don’t even dare to fight directly, but as long as they are not enemies...

　　 "...Maybe Misaka, you are right."

　　 "Huh?" Mikoto didn't want Ma to always mess around, but she knew his characteristics and she was ready to fight, but in exchange for words of understanding?

"Misaka, according to your personality that will be "beep beep" if you are unhappy, the unpleasant guys will be killed upright. Since you would say that, you must have seen this level of power before. Has he been beaten up? Is your body okay?" When Ma's eyes fell on the electrodes that Mikoto fixed on her neck to her head, it looked like a medical device.

　　 "Ah, oh, if it's just the body, there is no problem."

　　 "But ~lightnovelpub.net~ I must go, I must save my friend! I don't force Misaka to fight alongside me, just send me up is enough!"

　　 Mikoto felt very hot. This fool should be concerned and anxious, but he didn't find that this sentence devalued Mikoto. In other words, that friend would not be the Englishman who made Dang Ma suspected of "treason" in the intelligence? When Ma definitely treats him like a friend or a companion, every time he acts to save others, he himself never realizes how terrible changes he has brought to the course of the event.

　　 Mikoto shook her head, patted her cheek, and blamed herself for thinking that way.

"Misaka?"

　　 "No... it's okay, but rushing directly will only rush into the terrible barrage. You have to try to get around..."

　　 Mikoto didn't say anything, because the sea of ​​ice in the sky was split again.

　　 An orange figure fell at a high speed, and only when it was less than ten meters away from the ground did it slow down abnormally and landed in front of them.

　　 The fire on the right.

　　 Mikoto and Caoqi tightened up before they were hemp.

　　 It was the first time that they faced the strength of an angel level. Could it be that the man in the orange shirt also defeated it with this level of strength?

But when Ma’s mouth grinned, he stepped forward and clenched his fists: “What’s wrong, the fire on the right? How does it feel to be struck down from the sky? If you fail, it’s useless for you, right? It's almost time to bring Intiqs back."

(to be continued)