[Name: ——]
[Inducer (chaos): ——]
[Ability: ——]
[Energy Level: Lv2 · Super-Sequence]
[Note: When the energy level gap between enemy and self is too large, there is no need to waste Spell Power on detection and display.]
Sen Getsusa:...Thanks for the reminder.
I know I can crush him; I just wanted to take a look, can't I?
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Hannya looked at this strange Ritualist curiously.
A few seconds ago, after the other party used an ability to summon a scalpel, they started staring blankly to their left.
As if something were there.
But... in just a few seconds, he still felt the unfriendly aura emanating from the other party.
The man retreated silently—
Suddenly, the blurry figure spoke: "Fine, if you won't let me see. Stingy."
The other party nimbly flicked their fingers, and the slender blade began to rotate and dance in their palm.
Even though they were five meters apart, the figure made a slashing motion.
In the next instant, the shadow faded... a powerful sense of crisis set off alarm bells in the man's head!
I can't dodge it, I'll die!
Pfft!
Before the afterimage could even vanish, Sen Getsusa suddenly appeared behind the man. Her slender hand gripped the hilt, tearing through half of Hannya's neck!
Blood splashed!
Stomping down with one foot, she delivered a backhand diagonal slash. A silver flash shredded the black fly, and after a quick rotation, she continued straight toward the man!
She was like a supple and agile fish in Water, sticking close to Hannya's scrambling, dodging figure.
Clang!
The sound of blades colliding!
The man blocked the blade with his arm... his trembling arm revealed his extremely strained state.
Inside the sliced-open wound, what was revealed was not muscle and bone, but wriggling black bristles!
"You are destined to become nutrients for the mist!"
The voice behind the mask spoke fiercely, followed immediately by a dark gun muzzle!
The man, blocking with one hand, drew a gun from his waist and aimed it at Sen Getsusa in an instant!
"Die!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The trigger was pulled repeatedly!
Fire roared from the muzzle, yet behind the mask, the man's expression grew increasingly grim.
In his sight, this blurred Ritualist nimbly tilted her head and twisted her body, letting the three bullets graze past her—
Not a single one hit.
"You are not 'Super-Sequence'!"
Finally, this man who had always maintained his etiquette lost his composure at Sen Getsusa's actions.
He raised his voice in disbelief!
How is this possible?
One must know that while 'Origin Point' level Ritualists can dodge small-caliber pistol bullets if they are prepared and at a distance—
Right now, he was practically right in her face.
At such close range... only a 'Judgment' level Ritualist would possess such physical attributes and reflexes.
Perhaps even the 'Judgment' level would find it difficult... Hannya's heart sank bit by bit.
"Who on earth are you?"
The man retreated abruptly, using the gunfire to distance himself from Sen Getsusa.
The girl toyed with her scalpel for a moment.
She lowered her stance, and the fungal mat beneath her feet was suddenly crushed, sending slime splashing!
With her black hair flowing like scattered flowers, the girl charged straight forward with her blade!
"the mist!"
"I am your tentacle walking upon the earth!"
Creeeeak—
The entire deep-red wall of flesh began to wriggle; the black ocean was coming!
"Beetles?"
A tide of palm-sized giant beetles formed. The keen Sen Getsusa could even see the mouthparts of each beetle—constantly gnashing and grinding, as sharp as meat cleavers.
The man had retreated behind the insect tide long ago. His lower body was also covered in beetles, as if they had replaced his legs; Hannya was thus rooted to the fungal mat, firmly fixed in place.
The beetles swarmed in. Amidst the flashes of flowing silver, Sen Getsusa was surprised to find that her blade was already slightly chipped and curled—
They were corroding it.
"Hahahahaha!"
Hannya laughed loudly. By now, the man was completely covered in black liquid.
Thick and murky pollutants seeped into his skin, and chocolate-colored bubbles of varying sizes rose and fell across his body.
It was nauseating.
"For a Ritualist,
this World is merely a massive hunting ground for our amusement."
The man curled his index finger and tapped his mask twice: "And we are the best hunters!"
The girl lightly stepped on her toes, dodging a beetle that lunged at her.
The fearless attacks of these insects happened to block the path to Hannya.
Sen Getsusa's black hair fluttered. As she retreated, she pressed her palms together and then opened them... a card appeared between her hands!
Sprite enters the field!
Emerald green spread rapidly, like plants growing wildly, instantly shattering clusters of the black insect swarm!
Points of light like meteors erupted, and charging at the very front was a girl with young coral-colored hair!
She was currently clad in silver knight armor. Upon landing, the bright silver metal surfaces reflected a brilliant radiance.
The girl wore an emerald-green robe over her shoulders, with a sharp, slender rapier at her waist.
Shing!
The knight drew her longsword, shattering the black tide as her loud call pierced through the endless black waves!
"For Her Majesty the Queen!"
"Uha!"
The palm-sized Little Sprites began to follow their leader, launching a charge against the overwhelming insect tide!
Long blades slashed through, splitting rows of shells in two!
Rapiers pierced through the ranks, and giant axes crushed mouthparts!
Kina carried a giant iron hammer twice her size, nimbly stepping on the backs of the beetles as she hopped toward the most crowded part of the swarm. Then, after leaping high into the air—
She crashed down!
Boom!
It was like striking the surface of water, splashing up countless black droplets.
I did say being big has its perks... Sen Getsusa strolled casually around the two clashing armies, heading toward Hannya from the side.
Speaking of which, she had spent quite a bit of money to craft armor and weapons for these Little Sprites—
Afterward, an ecstatic Arrietty had disappeared for half a month.
Supposedly, it was a unique Sprite secret art that could make metal even sturdier and allow it to exert greater power.
It was also more suitable for the Borrower Sprites.
She stopped her pace.
Hannya was already before her.
At this moment, the man's expression was somewhat dazed. His mask was stuck tight to his face, and the top of his head began to melt, oozing silver liquid like a newly unearthed hot spring, bubbling away.
"I pray you teach me growth, malice, and concealment!"
"Like scars upon the skin—"
"Freed from the tongue, climbing to the heart and mind..."
"Spread your wings and gaze upon me in silence.
Lead me into the desecrated and broken truth..."
"Lend me the power of the Master of the mist, grant me salvation and suction—"
The man shouted fanatically. Sen Getsusa noticed that the seated students also began to move slowly.
Those kneeling raised their heads;
Those who raised their heads grabbed the small knives beside them.
They gripped the hilts with both hands, pointing the sharp blades at the tops of their own heads—
Pfft!
Brass-colored wide-bladed ritual daggers stabbed into their heads, and as they were pulled out, mercury gushed forth!
"Hahahahaha!"
"the mist is about to descend!"
"We!"
"Bestow the scars!"
"Upon the earth!"
Behind the crazed and sharp voice, the man's eyes bulged as his entire face melted into the mercury—
Sen Getsusa had long since vanished from her spot.
Screams rang out one after another in the crowd.
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