Kamijou Touma, who was sitting on a stretcher and being carried by two gods in his wandering scum form, suddenly found that the stretcher had rushed to the sea. Although there were pieces of thin ice floating on it, it didn't look like he could walk on it!
"Did you miss the entrance to the undersea tunnel just now?!"
“Sorry, I can’t read the Danish street signs!”
"Othinus, don't you give me a hint? You know Danish!"
"How do I know that you don't know? Aren't you planning to jump across the strait on broken ice?!"
"Don't you gods have any common sense?"
"Kamijo Touma, how about cutting off your right hand first? It can grow back on its own anyway. I can use this little time to accurately cast space magic."
"Don't make it so easy to chop hands, hey!"
Besides, even the principle of regeneration is not clear at all. The time is different every time, and the power generated from it cannot be controlled. It might destroy everything around it - it is obvious that part of Riphan was taken away by Flampis.
Being partially destroyed by Othinus made him even more uneasy. It's hard to describe, but by analogy, it was like dismantling a terrible instrument of torture only to find a time bomb inside.
"I think there should be no dragon or whirlpool left in your right hand, right? What should you be afraid of?" Clownpis held the stretcher with one hand and stretched out his right hand to catch and release it in Touma's eyes.
"Human beings have no memory of the past, but there are several ways to verify it," Othinus said.
Although the conversation seems to be leisurely, don't forget that they are about to fall into the sea full of floating ice.
then…………
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"Tsk, an unexpected surprise is an unexpected surprise. The container was returned before Aiwass came back."
The skinny girl with the original fried shrimp hairstyle was only wrapped in a piece of red cloth in this freezing season. Originally, her clothes were a little more formal, but something happened in the last phase.
She is Anna Sprengel, usually referred to as Ms. Sprengel, and she is currently slightly interested in the issue of magic being used by people with abilities without side effects - although it is only an interest to the extent of collecting data.
The real Ms. Sprengel did not appear on the stage of history for hundreds of years.
Ms. Sprengel can be divided into two types. One is an existence that corresponds with the first generation of "Golden", and the other is an existence that slightly shows itself in history to maintain the existence of "Rosicrucian" - in fact
It is equivalent to a liar pretending to be the real thing. Although they are physically the same person, they are completely different on the inside. The reason for this situation is that Ms. Sprengel even gave up her body to others for her own interests. The substitute may also be
I am so complacent, but I don't know that the interest rates on these "loans" are astonishingly high.
Historically, Flampis had a great influence on World War II, and Ms. Sprengel played a great influence. But if it was the real Ms. Sprengel who had correspondence with Westcott, if she existed,
I would also make a similar choice.
In the real Ms. Sprengel plan, her return requires the cooperation of Aiwass. Yes, it is the holy guardian angel next to Aleister. This shows how far her hands have reached in this world.
Of course, even so, accidents still happen. For example, the impostor inside is killed by a kid in Academy City who is famous in some circles but plays an ordinary role regardless of light or darkness, and has no personality except the flowers on his head——
In order to play the right role, Ms. Sprengel thought that the duration of the phase would be longer, so she used the Internet to conduct magic-related experiments in Academy City. The result was that under the orders of the alert Flappis
, a human named Uiharu Shiri came back along the network cable.
Using the scope of reality that the aim force field interfered with, the real Ms. Sprengel discovered that as long as she was able to set programming in the early spring, its attack level was close to the level of the Lord God's Spear, and it was indeed possible to eliminate the counterfeiters and destroy the real ones.
The qualifications she forced out.
It's a bit unpleasant, but a new thing that can wipe it away is right in front of me.
"Making me unhappy is naturally a deduction, but such an unexpected surprise deserves more points. But for bringing my return so far in advance, she has also made such an advance for you.
Review, does the exam content have to be announced in advance? It’s great to catch up with this moment, right, Shen Jing seeks the devil?”
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Denmark--
Of course, there are no humans or gods who fell into the sea.
The person who "carried the sedan chair" was a god anyway, so how could an accident like that only happen to a drunk man happen? It was just a matter of a few jumps to get back to the shore, and it didn't even need to consume the power of the devil.
Running on a road without sidewalks in the undersea tunnel was too conspicuous. Although they knew that the pursuers were there, they managed to hitch a ride on the camping vendor's truck as long as they could avoid releasing their strength.
I also paid them to help heat the cans.
Although Touma had the intention of ordering a meal and eating a decent meal, the price tag was clearly wrong, so since he could make do with canned food and emergency rations, he might as well forget it.
"Ah, if I had known I could get into a car like this, I wouldn't have eaten the best cans in the cold first."
"You actually use this kind of thing for seasoning? It's no different from a certain country's hot pot with poppy shells." Othinus squinted.
"Can you tell? But you don't have to worry. Besides, my sense of taste is also different from ordinary people, like the kind of food that is preservative to the point where it won't ferment and rot even if it's exposed to air, or Academy City
It’s hard for me to swallow the super-high-yield ingredients produced using inexplicable methods. I don’t find things like canned herring unpalatable either.”
"Hey, that's a terrible thing that keeps the herrings fermenting in a sealed environment so that the original performance of the can is lost, and even the entire variety show people can't avoid it, right?"
While we were talking and eating, dozens of kilometers passed quickly.
The destination of the bus is Aalborg City. This is not a taxi. They get on the bus with the name of spending money. They must get off the bus when they reach the destination of the camping vendor bus. Just leave the work of nodding and bowing to Touma.
We finally entered the city. It seems that because of the big explosion in the distance, many people here were talking and taking photos and uploading them. There were also police cars patrolling. But for them who didn't know the truth, the three people who caused that phenomenon entered the city.
It won't draw any more attention.
Touma still had time to marvel at the Danish style that he had never seen before.