The regressor thought the same as me in that we had to come up with a countermeasure.
“Sergeant… ! Chiit, really picky!”
The regressor reacted nervously, got up and shouted.
“Look here! I'll look outside!”
“Don’t show up! I will shoot you the moment I see you!”
“I know! It’s okay because I’m going to twist the space with the sky!”
“It’s a volleyball, are you okay?!”
“You have to get away! There's no way! Why don't we just drill a hole and take a look?”
If you drill a hole like that, Historia will find it right away. She is that child, the behavior is reckless, but strangely, she is good at the core. She should have a good sense.
As I shook my head, the regressor grunted and prepared to leave.
“why… Whose brain came up with the idea of shooting a gun with that overflowing energy?! It's gotten weirdly tricky!”
sorry.
I murmured briefly, then pulled the cloak I was wearing straight away. Two reinforcing bars were made in the shape of a cross, and a cloak was put on it, and a human-shaped doll was created in an instant.
great. This might be enough to get your attention.
“I'm going to open the back door and throw a decoy, so go forward when the gunfire pours in there!”
“great!”
'What, you know how to get hands and feet together!'
Satisfied. got a score
I grabbed the improvised decoy and kicked the door behind the container. The door rattled open, and gunfire poured into it. Horrible noises were heard one after another. The door, which had been half-opened, closed again due to the shock and opened repeatedly.
“Suck!”
He threw the decoy through the door with all his might. Instantly, a human figure appeared, and the soldiers' gunshots turned towards it.
'bait. Is that Huey's work?'
However, Historia, who wanted to deceive, gave only a brief glance and turned off his attention. Her muzzle was still aiming at the container unwaveringly. So that anyone can respond.
Shit, I'm going to write this too. But what if Decoy greets you?
do you listen so well? Then listen to this too!
“Good morning, Leah!”
I shouted out loud and pulled the wire connected to the thrown decoy. The part where the reinforcing bars are tied is twisted, and the cloak, which is becoming a mop, instantly looks like a raised hand. In a very instant, Historia's muzzle turned towards him in the act of being truly human.
'Sheesh, the obvious trick… !'
Why would it be obvious? Because it's valid, it doesn't become obvious because I use it often.
Immediately afterward, a regressor came out in front. The regressor, who escaped with a bantan qigong through the relatively thinning of the barrage, immediately swung his Cheoneng.
Thousand Swords, Heaven.
The bullets dropped half a beat and got lost in the raging wind. In the rain of bullets scattered in all directions, the returner opened his eyes while holding the invisible sword.
Eyes that see far away, Lam'an. The regressor who looked everywhere with his sixth eye frowned and cried out.
“One succulent?! What a shame!”
“It’s okay, La.”
It is difficult to counter-fire unless the timing is missed. Instead, Historia stood on top of the carriage and slowly aimed the returner.
with a cool smile
“You are so confident, sweetheart.”
Taan.
Energy swirled in a spiral, and gunpowder and qigong exploded simultaneously, pushing the barrel away. The goal is the heart of the returner. It was a single shot with no regard for recognition.
At the same time, the returner's blade had already moved.
Seven colors in seven colors. Eyes that see power.
The torrent of immense power was slowly captured from launch to trajectory.
The stronger the force, the less external influence. That is, the beginning and the end are clear without change.
A semi-predictive eye observing the liberation of power. The regressor moved his wrist to reach the end of the trajectory. The weightless cherry blossoms move in an instant.
The suspiciously good magic eye caught the bullet's movement.
But if you can follow me by observation, I already ruled the world in the old evening. No matter how good your eyes are, no matter how good your senses are, if you can't stop it, it's useless.
However, the returner has a qigong specialized in defense.
Celestial, defensive. slash.
Cheoneng cut through the air, and at the same moment a gunshot rang out. Two trajectories passed through the same space at the same time.
The glare went away. The regressor, who took a deep breath that had stopped, led the angel as he swung it.
“Don’t be shy! There is a lot of wind here!”
A strong wind roars in the land flowing like a river. The returner swung the giant cherry blossoms inflated like a fan, wrapped in a storm that distorted his vision.
Cheongeomgi, Nanyoung.
At the tip of the wings of a giant butterfly, there is an invisible storm. It's less than a breeze, but thanks to the whirlpool that pushes up the small and light body of a butterfly.
It was now tens of thousands of times larger, and it hit the car that was running side by side along the side of the belt.
Kurreung. Even the heavy carriage swayed helplessly in the whirlwind of the wind. It was around the time when the unbalanced wagons floundered left and right, and some who lost their balance fell outside the wagons.
Meanwhile, Historia loaded the next bullet while clinging to the wagon's roof. As if the shaking under his feet had no effect on him, he skillfully balanced his arms and legs and pointed the gun at him.
“Hey, that’s tricky… !”
“Who will say it.”
At the time when the two women confronted each other, I pulled out a piece of cloth that I had put away.
I didn't bring them all because I was running away in a hurry, but I did bring some really important things. One of them is my trump card suit. My magic cards with huge alchemy coins in each one.
And the other, a special furoshiki that I received as a special order from Sepier.
“It’s not something I used to write like this… .”
It's a magic wrapper. Occasionally, when performing, an opaque furoshiki that covers people's eyes and makes the objects inside disappear or change. Its characteristic is that it is very strong and wrinkle easily.
It's a secret, but it's actually two layers so you can hide something inside.
Anyway, I put the cloth in Aji's mouth. I touched Aji's shoulder, who was staring at me.
“Oh hey. Can you do it?”
“bruise. trust me!”
Aji with a firm resolve ran straight ahead.
Aji landed in front of the regressor who was preparing to block the next bullet. With a piece of cloth in his mouth, the young man slammed it hard as if to shun it.
Even as they dispersed in the storm, the check-in shooting continued. It's also meaningful because it gnaws the nerves. However, with the advent of Aji, that became meaningless.
The flapping furoshiki, all the bullets under it were swallowed.
Dudu dudup. Like a net sifting through the current, the furoshiki turned backwards, creating jagged marks. The captured bullet made a sound in vain.
'Dog King, use tools? But still the king of dogs. I can't become an enemy.'
Historia ignored Aji, who was arrogant in her sight. She unwaveringly pulled her trigger, as she aimed at the regressor beyond.
'They were blinded by each other. Taking advantage of not being able to see this side, they attack through it.'
It was a stupid idea.
Just before the bullet was fired, Aji's hair stood all at once. The sense of an animal that is close to the sixth sense. Just before the bullet was fired, Aji took a big leap.
Taang. gunshots ringing again.
However, the Musketeer's gun had no success this time. The bullet was blocked by the thick and strong magic wrapping cloth.
A plain cloth would have pierced it. Even his opponent is Historia. The bullets fired with qigong are so terrifying that they seem to tear the world apart.
But my furoshiki isn't normal either.
The bullet rotates. It is designed to shake off the wind and go out without shaking. But thanks to rotation, it sticks to something better.
The moment he was about to pierce the furoshiki, the furoshiki that touched it was crumpled into a swirling shape. Except for the part where Aji was biting, all parts stretched backwards as if someone had grabbed it. My magic cloth seemed to tear at any moment, but somehow it held up.
Whoa, I was scared.
If the opponent had a sword with qigong, they could cut it, but I thought it would be able to block bullets. I believed it!
Aji's head turned slightly in shock, but for a moment. Shortly thereafter, there was a swipe, and dozens of bullets held in the cloth fell to the ground and rolled over. While Historia licked her tongue, an officer in another carriage called out.
“King of dogs, we are humans! Do not stop us!”
“bruise? Is this what's stopping me?”
Aji tapped the bullet that fell with her front paw. The enraged officer put a sling around his neck and shouted.
“You are hostile to humans!”
“bruise? regret!”
“Why is the King of Dogs on one side?”
With a sturdy cloth wrapped around her mouth, Aji looked at the multitude of people over there and declared.
“It’s a political move! I am the king!”
“What?”
“Military, express your regrets!”
“This is why kings… !”
While the angry officer was growling, Historia sensed something and fired blank bullets into the air. A blue energy composed of qigong rose like a signal bullet.
While everyone was focusing on the signal of growth, Historia shouted wildly.
“Avoid them all!”
I don't know how Aji intervened, but the regressor didn't miss the opportunity that appeared. The ability to seize and seize opportunities has always been the virtue of a returner.
I focused my mind and gathered my strength. The flowing wind did not lead back from the returner.
Although he wears qigong and holds the legendary sword in his hand, the power of a regressor resembles that of a wizard. A changer's way of changing and twisting the world, and creating the world he wants with tremendous power.
“I know you can only shoot yourself!”
The wind was enough. The returner held the condensed wind in his hand, and raised Jizan's handle to face each other.
Up until now, he used the jizan as his handle and the cherry tree as his blade, but this time it's different.
Jizan with gun barrels, Cheonen with cannonballs.
It was aimed at the gunman in the same way as the gunman.
'It's tricky when you're fighting head-to-head, long-distance firefighters aren't scary at all!'
Even if it were a weapon of Historia, it was a gun made with great care in the military. It's not that it's bad, but it doesn't go beyond the innate limitations of guns.
On the other hand, the regressor's weapon is an all-around precious sword.
The regressor returned to Historia's way.
The wind, who had to push each other out equally, was ready to shoot the whole body while wearing a recoil-free jizan. The compressed wind burned hot and heated the tip of Jizan. A red aura lingers at the tip of the black jizan.
A self-assertion that the earth transmits to the sky, which is shot from the earth to the sky.
Cheonjigeomgon, Bow Volcano.
It's different from Historia. If the power that Historia fired was a gunshot that seemed to penetrate the world.
The returner's wind bullets hit the enemy with the sound inside. As if even the sound was not worth it, the power itself was shot.
The extra power becomes heat. A raging gust of wind blew out with tremendous heat. The reason the fire didn't catch on so hot was simply because there was nothing to burn.
However, even while flying, the sizzling heat made us fully guess the power contained within.
Historia licked her tongue and sucked in the air violently instead of reloading the bullets.
Contrary to firing, a vortex is created, and energy and wind are sucked into the inside of the muzzle. Condensing her power to the limit, Historia exploded the pore instead of pulling the trigger.
Explosive mirrors, fire nets.
Historia's qigong resembles fire. Explodes, burns, erupts.
Rather than a net of bullets created by crossing each other, literally a net of blue flames spread out to block the returner's wind.
The net of fire that was shot out as if exploding collided with the bullets of the wind. Flames and heat, the two who had always been together, now collided with each other and antagonized for a while.
For a brief moment, the flame seemed to engulf the heat and swell.
it was a crowd
The returner has two legendary swords. It is even a deceptive level of power, the dual swords of earth and sky. It cannot be countered by the firepower that an individual can exert.
You can still resist.
“Magic Officer! Headwind!”
As the officer shouted, the same sound resounded from the wagon all at once. The officers, who had already stored up his magical powers, exclaimed as they stretched out their arms all at once.
“Set, Lee! pascal!!”
A unique means like magic is difficult to counter unless it is the same magic. The military is a rigid country, but even tactics are only hunted for that.
The magic officers assigned to each unit drew out all of their remaining strength for resistance. The wind blew from the outstretched arm and the gloves surrounding it.
Even that wasn't enough, but it was better than nothing. It was because the three wagons were barely holding the line where the left wheel was lifted slightly.
One almost fell over with its left wheel lifted, but as Historia quickly pulled out her pistol and fired three shots, she barely managed to balance and find her way back.
With a pistol in his hand, Historia looked uncomfortable.
'If you don't respond… Everything has been overthrown The power to handle the wind is also difficult. Even the opponent didn't even come forward.'
Reluctantly, Historia ordered a retreat. His carriage slowed down as if waiting, and turned his steering wheel outward. Rolling, the wheels vibrated violently and moved away.
Even just that alone, the distance between us on the meta-conveyor belt widened in an instant.
'Still, there were enough results by confirming the other's means. Because we are the one who is hungry for information.'
Historia continued to stare at this side while riding on the carriage. At the same time exchanging glances with the regressor facing each other, he glances at the inside of the container.
'Anyway, the general offensive is tomorrow morning. It's not bad for exploration.'
this… before exploration?