Chapter 540: : Last 100 meters distance

Based on your will? Leaving Puritanism?
These two messages are too shocking.
The magicians in the dark whispered.
"The saints from the Far East have to leave Puritanism."
"Will it be the conspiracy of that Bishop Lola."
"In any case, it is a fact that she is in front of us."
"The situation is not good, this is a saint."
"Psychological mastery is hard enough."
It is not surprising that a magician has defected from an organization. Most magicians use power for their own wishes. Organizations are nothing but tools for fulfilling their wishes. Most magicians do not know what loyalty is.
This is why reporting a magic name means endless death.
For a magician, only the mind pinned on the magic name is the "real thing", and everything else is nothing but a "fake object."
But even so.
The rebellion of the saints with deterrent power is still a big deal, not to mention, the current attitude of the fierce fireweaver is like joining the science side and standing on the opposite side of the magic side.
"What is your magic name." The water behind asked actively.
There is no need to say more, because the unspeakable killing intention is in a fierce collision between the two saints, and even the ordinary people can feel the dullness.
"Salvare000." Shenhuohuozhi didn't hesitate to report his magical name. "It is intended to lend a helping hand to those who cannot be saved."
"It turns out so." The water behind seems to understand, "You only want to rescue the people in front of you, but what I want to change is the tears of the world!"
He was a raging fireweaver just to save this little girl.
No need to negotiate anymore when you report the magic name!
The battle between the two saints erupted violently.
Compared with the huge momentum just now, the battle at this moment is even more amazing. That is beyond the impact. Even the air seems to be distorted in this collision, and the world is also making a wail. The walls, the ground, Green trees... A terrifying storm is destroying everything.
"Weixuan!"
Along with the low roar of the fissured fireweaver, her unique killing technique continued to be cut out one after another.
Use the power of "Son of God" at the moment of drawing the sword, and then assist with various teaching methods.
It should have been a kill.
However, in front of the water behind, this terrifying attack was blocked by the exaggerated shape of the sword every time, and even left a chance to launch a counterattack.
"It's a famous saint in the Far East. You have to save the girl's heart at all costs. I have already received it!" The water at the rear finally came up with a bit of fighting spirit. It was like a roar, "However, you are just this level, not my opponent at all!"
The next attack is not just the wind pressure carried by the blade.
The huge magic circle of water once again turned into a sledgehammer, water gun, and long whip, which impacted the fission fireweave in various forms.
The figure of the water behind stepped out.
Immediately came before the Divine Fireweaver.
The pressure surged.
Only the fierce fireweaver with a long knife in his hand seemed to fall into a form of having to defend.
The sound of the blasting wind became more and more intense, and the continuous roar has spread throughout the school city.
While the rear water was attacking frantically, there was still a general shout.
"As you can see, you haven't really accepted your power. Your knife is so cautious. Your will is full of awe of this power. It's ridiculous. You have no courage to protect others!"
This level of battle is not just a comparison of combat power.
Physical and spiritual.
Will and magic.
The use of 200% of the power in the water behind must also realize the will of the wish, and the continuous impact on the fissure of the fire.
She realized.
The other party was not wrong.
In her heart, she has always hated her own power, and hated the luck of being a saint, because it always hurts the people around her, hurts those who work hard but can’t follow her footsteps. People.
I haven't noticed it yet.
But when faced with a saint who is more powerful than her, this subconsciousness of power rejection becomes her fatal flaw.
"What's wrong? Your knife is trembling, this is about to reach its limit?" The costume in the hands of the rear water collided again with the seven days and seven nights of the fissured fireweaver, and the fierce sparks were more dazzling than the flash bomb .
"Don't underestimate me!"
Shenhuo Fireweave made a roaring sound, disregarding the limit of the body, and once again waved Weisheng's blow.
The alien god's words came to mind.
Said she didn't have what she had to do.
What was she fighting for now?
That's right.
She is to protect the will of the god.
Giving hope to the desperate and helping the people who cannot be rescued, this originally belonged to her wish, is being fulfilled by the god. Since that is the case, how can this will allow these people to trample on them so much.
Shenhuo Huozhi clenched his long knife, never using his full strength.
She wanted to protect, not to protect the girl, but to protect the goodwill of the god.
Despite being at a disadvantage, Shenhuo Huozhi still desperately counterattack.
of course.
Misaka Miki and others did not waste her actions.
"The convenience store is gone, so I can only go to the shopping street on the left," Bee-eater prayed to speed up the run.
The most threatening saint has been dragged down. Although the rest of the magicians are still attacking, this attack only slows them down at most.
A total distance of 1,200 meters.
One thousand meters, eight hundred meters, five hundred meters left...
Although it is difficult, under the defense of the bee-eater pray, everyone continues to move forward.
Soon!
The complex emotions on Misaka's face never disappeared from the beginning.
She was worried.
Worried about classmates and friends in the school, worried about the girl who only saw one side ~EbookFREE.me~ but desperately fighting for her, also worried about the mother around her, and even the bee-eaters who are helping her. The last article is hemp.
It's all because of her.
What will happen in the future? Will anyone be injured or even die? All kinds of ideas are constantly coming out, Misaka Miqin bit his lip dyingly, has never been like this now, eager to enter the store.
The distance of the last one hundred meters!
boom--!
Objects like shells hit the front of them fiercely, but not a certain magician's attack, but a girl.
The damage of the fissured fireweaver is already extremely serious.
The exposed skin no longer has the temptation of the usual color, and now it is covered with blood, and even burst blood vessels can be seen. The original smooth waist long hair is now mixed with caked blood stuck to the face and body.
She is breathing heavily.
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