Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint chapter 279

Blessed Country, Cursed Man – 2

Captain Ab closed his eyes and unleashed his own magic. Dozens of vines spread out in all directions. The morning glory vines that stretched out without distinguishing between the wall and the ceiling eventually reached the signal operator.

The signalmen remained closed to the unprecedented situation, but Captain Abbey patiently touched them. After a while, each of the signalmen unfolded their own magic and synchronized with Captain Ab.

‘A request for communication from Signal Sergeant Ivy.’

‘Communist Ivy is the person of interest who led the aptitude to this point. I reject it.’

‘ objection. If she has a means to explain the current situation, this module should collect it.’

While the other side wandered, Captain AB conveyed his strong will through his own magic.

‘Carrier Ivy demands! At this point, it is a state of emergency for you and the military! Hurry back to your room and answer the call!’

Synchronization magic is reciprocal. If it affects either side, it will inevitably be affected as well.

However, a person with a clear subjectivity is not swayed by trivial influences. Captain Abbey steadily encroached upon the signalmen. The signalmen followed Captain Abbey’s orders and returned to their respective rooms.

“Abby!”

It seems that the communication was also passed on to Aimeder. Historia grabbed Aimeder, who seemed to be running this way, and stretched it out. Tadang, two gunshots aimed at Eymeder’s face. Protecting his face with his wings, Eymeder missed the timing.

great. You seem to be wary of Captain Abbey.

“Then my job is to wait until Captain Abbie is done?”

Take your time All I can do is always… .

While muttering to himself, the angel’s wings fluttered unnaturally. For a moment, I thought, “Pit,” and I wondered if a pure white feather would fly this way.

A cowardly ranged attack? It’s the wings that moved, so I couldn’t figure it out even with mind reading!

I was stunned, and I hesitated, and the young man leapt like lightning and snatched the feathers. Aji, who landed nicely, barked triumphantly, chewing on his soft feathers.

“bruise!”

“… Well done, Aji.”

I can’t fight against that one, but I can bite my feathers well. After all, he is also the king of beasts. After a long time sincere praise, Aji exclaimed vigorously.

“Leave it to me! go!”

“Don’t rush. If I go too soon, I will die.”

“bruise? You must not die! live!”

“Speak well. In fact, you don’t even fight with angels… .”

“losing!”

It almost made me angry, but if you think about it rationally, you are right. I know. It’s like I can’t fight either.

Still, I think I can help out otherwise. If you don’t have the strength, use your wisdom.

Unfolded the Queen of Thousands. There is a hideous hole in the middle of this precious cloth that saved me from the angel. It hurts my stomach, but now is the time to use even this as an opportunity.

He took out the card with his left hand and turned it into a skewer. I grabbed the skewer and dug a hole. At the same time, he had magical power in his right hand. I tried extremely condensed alchemy by drawing Yeonjinjin in blue light.

“set. lee. Alke.”

Cut the queen of fabric around the hole. She pressed the queen of cloth cut into squares with all her might, and rolled it into a circle. The craftsmanship of the magic weed was still there, so the Queen of Cloth dried it quite well.

A very, very basic alchemy that changes only the form while leaving the structure of matter as it is. The shape is crude, but this is enough for Historia to write.

“Lea! receive!”

I threw the curled queen of cloth at Historia. Historia, who escaped from Aimeder at just the right time, reached out her hand behind her without looking at it and took it.

Historia muttered after confirming that she was holding her hand.

“… Magic weed?”

“It’s a bullet! Shoot!”

Historia’s guns are not limited by standard. Her gun does not need gunpowder to compress and explode the pore, and even if it does not match the size of the muzzle, it can be pushed and shot with a brute force.

“It’s okay!”

Aimeder attacked me as if he wouldn’t give me a chance to reload. Four wings are attacking from all directions.

But Historia’s reload is just as special as her gunfire. He bounced bullets with his fingers and jumped into the air to dodge the attack. While jumping, he even performed a stunt of grabbing a bullet with his gun. The bullet goes inward against the muzzle.

It’s a battle of brute force that you can only see in the days of wearing muskets. Historia’s pistol already had several bullets in it, but I ignored the order and loaded the bullets I made.

“What comes from the earth, to take their feet off the earth… ! It’s petty!”

Wings follow Historia. This is a speed that is difficult to detect with the naked eye. Now that I jumped into the air, I can never avoid it.

However, if he was going to avoid it, he wouldn’t even jump into the air in the first place.

Even without knowing what I had given, Historia believed my bullets. Was it the calculation that you couldn’t win anyway? Or did you trust me too much? From the beginning, he was waiting for a bullet with a lot of qigong in his gun.

Now that you have a bullet, all you have to do is shoot it. Historia naturally aimed the gun.

“Shoot!”

tuung. Maybe it was made of cloth, but this shot was dull. The rolled-up cloth is sucked into the angel’s wings. Soaring feathers collide with bullets.

At that moment, a pure white light burst out.

The queen of cloth, a precious cloth that swallows light on the inside and reflects light on the outside. The bullets cut out of it pierced the angel’s light and scattered it in all directions.

The bullet, which had completely detonated one wing, deviated slightly and hit the ceiling. Now the angel had only five wings.

Success. Just five more steps to go!

When a faint smile comes to my lips.

“The remnant… .』

New wings sprouted from behind the angel’s back. I muttered in despair.

“What kind of scammer am I? That’s a real scam.”

The angel turned his head toward me, growling, as he was quite displeased with the torn wings.

“With a human tool that has no mystery… !」

“No, hey! That’s enough! Even just this… ! Ouch!”

Aimeder followed up to Historia, who was shouting desperately. It violently smashed the walls and smashed the floor with its wings, attacking like a frenzy.

‘If it’s just blurring the light for a while, maybe there’s a chance! Only three feet! As long as I have enough to use my reasoning! Because the zero point is absolutely correct… !’

great. How many more do you need? Three ahead, that’s enough!

Busy playing with your hands Without going anywhere, three bullets were prepared in an instant. I measured Aimeder and Historia’s movements and threw a bullet in the direction of Historia’s retreat. For me, reading thoughts, it was easy to predict the movement of Historia.

At that moment, Historia pulled out. When I put my center of gravity back to catch the bullet I threw.

“It’s shallow. You can see clearly.”

Then Aimeder spread his wings wide. The angel’s body stood still in mid-air, and it made a sharp turn and aimed at me.

Oh, instead of combat troops, you’re aiming for supply first. Also an angel of the military. The strategy is also militaristic.

oh, then me what happened?

While I hesitated, Eimeder swung freely across the ground with his wings and charged with a terrifying force. Aji’s hair stood up.

“day off!”

Realizing this, Historia grabbed the bullet and quickly pursued the angel’s tail. However, Historia has no wings, and the angel only gradually moves away.

There was only one thing she could do, so Historia aimed her loaded gun. But.

‘wing… only.’

Angel wings protrude from behind. Even more so, the uppermost wing covers his back, perhaps because he is wary of Historia. Historia’s diagonal line has only wings.

‘Shooting… no. It’s all about breaking a single wing.’

Historia’s thoughts flow quickly. far away enemy. visible etc. gun in hand. opponent to protect. In a crisis situation, Historia’s concentration reached a peak.

But… .

‘I can’t.’

The addition of thoughts gradually leans towards despair. Outstretched hands are useless The enemy moves, but Historia’s hand doesn’t know how to move.

‘You still have to shoot. If you don’t shoot, Huey will die. But, how?’

There’s no answer. desperate There is no force in the hand holding the gun. The swaying tip of the gun was reflected in her vision.

‘… Stronger when not shooting. Because the enemy is wary of my bullets.’

do not shoot Historia had a lot of fun with the operation when it came to dealing with Younggwe. Yeongwei avoided coming to Historia’s range, and thanks to that, Historia was able to gain the upper hand as if she was holding a sword with an invisible blade.

‘You still have to shoot. After all, my bullets will also be fired someday, so I’m wary.’

Not shooting is stronger. But you have to shoot.

contradiction.

Impossible for Ichiro.

However, the last of the Gungon Supervision. Li (離) makes sense. Even by twisting the principles of the world, it achieves that contradiction.

It is different from the original magic. Indigenous magic that overlays the world with a new rule of one’s own image is, so to speak, a declaration to the world. Announcing new rules and putting everyone under their control.

However, Li (離) is a compulsion to compare. Swarming towards the world, making one exception out of all common sense… It’s a terribly childish notion.

An image flashed through Historia’s mind amid the contradictions.

returner. Shay. An absolute strong man who wielded an invisible sword and wielded space freely. Extending and shortening the length of the sword freely, shooting swords like a gun.

‘His invisible sword… .’

At the moment of despair, what Historia thought of was the image of the heavenly sword Cheoneng.

Historia raised her gun slightly. The muzzle was not pointed at the angel. Slightly above him, he was aiming over the angel’s right shoulder.

If you shoot like this, you will miss. However, historia, possessed by a strange sense of elevation, shot towards it.

The bullet was ‘not fired’.

But Historia clearly ‘shooted’.

In contradiction, reason is twisted. Cracks form in the air. The bullet didn’t fly, but it did whatever it was capable of.

Historia felt the touch of the sixth sense. Now, her bullet definitely ‘hit’ somewhere. Historia bit her teeth and swung her pistol. A relatively light pistol feels heavy resistance. It is as heavy as wielding a sword with a blade of 100m.

One, swing

The gun that Historia put in was, no, black. The incomprehensible thing reached in the contradiction cut the reason as it was.

bayonet gun’s intent.

When I came to my senses as I read Historia’s distant exaltation, it was just after an angel with all three of her right wings torn off was spinning round and round and slammed into the wall.