: 990 Technology vs Magic?

In the dim alleys, the fire is like the ignited gasoline, rolling up the heat waves, turning into the flames around the bake, while baking the walls and the ground.
The high temperature brought by the heat is like magma, and the temperature is instantly violent.
The sound of the air being burned out is as sizzling as it is evaporated.
For a moment, the space within three meters of the diameter was baked into coke, which made the ground and walls of the mooring road seem to melt.
If someone is hit by such a flame, then it doesn't take long, and the whole body will turn into bones and nothing left.
That is a deadly force.
Ordinary people can't resist this power at all.
In the city of the school, if you want to make such a level of power, without the flaming ability of the lv.4 level, then it is impossible to do it?
Of course, the key is not to be able to do it, but what will happen to those who are hit.
Fortunately, no one was hit.
"This is really a special way to say hello..."
It’s like throwing it out in the millennium. It’s less than a few meters away from the burning place. The side is holding a stunned Inticus, half-squatting on the ground and raising his head. Looking to the front.
There, the previous voice came out.
"Maybe it's too warm for the average person, but there is no way. This is the magician. Since you touched this part, you can only accept it."
With this in mind, a tall figure came out of the flame in front.
The person who walked slowly from the flame was a height of more than two meters. He had red and shoulder-length hair. The fingers of his hands were covered with a thick silver ring, and his ears were covered with earrings. Under the right eye, there is a bar code-like tattoo, a man who is dressed as a priest.
On his body, the faint magical fluctuations are undulating, telling the other party's identity.
Who else can be besides the magician?
"Steyr Magnus."
The comer is like a chat, with a smile like a malicious one, so that the name is reported.
"There was no need to register a name, but since the one around you has already reported the name, then I will be together."
That being said, the magician who called himself Steyr took the cigarette out of his pocket, ignited the flame directly on his finger, lit it, and spit out the smoke.
"Of course, if there is a need to report another name, then I am happy to do so."
Another name.
That is the magic name of the magician.
Modern magicians will claim their wishes and purposes in Latin as their other name.
That is the magic name.
The magic name is not the name that was reported when using magic, but the name that will be reported when the greatest awareness must be made to fight.
Therefore, the act of reporting the magic name is equivalent to letting the enemy see his own card and strength, even if it is a life, the burning soul must be carried through to the end.
Now, the magician named Steyr is referring to this matter.
The gaze is always on a person's body.
Staring at Inticus.
"...!"
Inticus, who withstood the other's line of sight, suddenly became shaken.
I can feel that the girl’s body is shaking with the help of Intic’s in her arms.
Presumably, Inticus should want to escape?
From the moment this has not appeared, it has launched an attack, which is obviously the existence of the enemy.
However, Inticus gave up doing this.
"and many more!"
Inticus bit his teeth and spoke to Steyr.
"Your goal is me? Please let this person go!"
The reason for not running away is because of Fang Li.
It’s just that Fang Li has just been treated as a metamorphosis. I’m afraid it’s still the case, but Yinticus chose to stand up to avoid being affected.
For such Inticus, Steyr's face has not changed.
No, it is not so much that the face has not changed, it is better to say that it is intentionally to remain cold.
"If that's the case, then let me go."
Steyr’s extremely cold mouth was a turn of the word.
"This is what it is said, but the metamorphosis you maintain does not seem to be what you intend to do when you don't see anything."
In a word, let Inticus be one of them, lift his eyes and look at the side.
There, the expression in the square has been quite calm, not like Inticus, full of shakes.
"Magician?"
The square bounced off the spark that was about to fall on his skin, pulled Inticus and stood up.
The words spoken in the mouth are like this.
"I don't care about any magician, but here is the city of the school. The ability to get angry doesn't know how much. You shouldn't think that you can fire a fire even if you can win it?"
The tone in the party seemed to be somewhat impersonal, but it was just a smile.
"The same thing, an incendiary bomb can be done. If you want me to do something I don't see, how can I take it out?"
That said, in addition to being able to stimulate the enemy, there is no second use.
This made Inticus's eyes wide open.
And Steyr is laughing.
"well said."
Steyr dropped the cigarette in his hand and took out a card.
A card with mysterious text.
Rotating, Steyr's eyes became dangerous.
"What about that?"
The magic, emerging in Steyr's body.
"tiafimh (my hand has fire)"
"ihtsots (its shape is a sword)"
"aihtr (its duty offense)"
The flames burned.
It was the involvement of the surrounding flames, flowing like a stream of air, and the flame of Steyr's hand was rolled up.
The next second, the flame became a sword.
"Fan sword (flame_sord)!"
Holding the Yan Jian, Steyr began to rush in the direction of Fang Li.
The hot wind began to blow.
"Danger!"
Inticus didn't want to think about it, but he planned to rush out and help the next fight.
In this regard, Fang Li just spit out two words with a calm face.
"It's stupid."
The voice is falling.
"boom!"
A muffled sound.
That is the gunshot.
"Hey!"
The sound of the bullets falling into flesh and blood followed.
The body in Steyr's charge suddenly stagnated.
On the flank, blood began to flow.
People are slowly falling down.
"Hey!"
The hot burning sword that smashed the flame exploded and disappeared into the air.
Everything on the scene is also beginning to disappear.
Inticus was stunned.
In the square, the hands did not know when to hold a gun, the muzzle is still smoking.
"Oh, yeah..."
At the moment, the party is like a trivial thing, smiling and opening.
"It seems that technology is more powerful than magic."
Inticus responded.
"What... what?!"
Accepting the scream of no, it rang out from the mouth of Inticus.