Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

--boom!

Compared to ordinary shooting, the hunter's movements now are closer to a casual and passionate dance. There is no fixed rules. He just turns the muzzle of the gun again and again at the closest distance, pointing it at Lunicia's head, and then pulls the trigger, allowing the magic bullet to bite the prey at the most tricky and strange angle.

--boom!

Lunixia tried to reorganize her stance and launch another attack, but the hunter would not give her the chance to do so. Whenever she tried to distance herself and swing her sword, the hunter would come close to her again, twisting his wrist to shoot from the position Lunixia least expected, forcing her to switch from offense to defense again and again, and then switch from defense to offense in order to break through the current situation.

An uninformed bystander might even think they were a couple in love.

Before this, Lunicia had thought about taking advantage of the opponent's reloading time to launch a counterattack, but it was actually impossible to do so. The hunter's movements were so skillful that she could not only maintain close shooting, but also seamlessly incorporate the reloading process into the shooting. Even when changing ammunition, the magic bullet still did not stop biting.

"What, are you scared?"

The current situation is more favorable for the hunter. What she has to do is actually much easier than Lunicia, so she can shoot leisurely while chatting with the prey.

"..."

"This is called 'gun fighting', it was not originally intended to be used - you are a great prey!"

--boom!

The magic bullet grazed the side of Lunicia's face, and the violent wind opened a long cut on her beautiful face, and blood gushed out of it.

"Try to struggle again!"

With the intention of ending the battle as quickly as possible, the hunter's wrist movements became faster and faster. The speed of both turning and shooting was added up in each shot. After several rounds of attack and defense, her hands even left afterimages. The magic bullets that failed to destroy the prey punched countless holes in the surrounding buildings, and Lunicia could only fight back more and more urgently - with the sword in her hand, she had no way of competing with the hunter in terms of the speed of her hand movements, and could only barely maintain it.

Although the situation was critical, Lunesia said nothing.

Her eyes had never missed the hunter's wrist, until now.

Until the hunter once again pointed the gun at her head.

That was undoubtedly the magic bullet that declared victory.

“…I got you!”

——Ding, Dang!

That was the sound of heavy metal hitting the ground.

Lunicia loosened her hands, loosening the hilt of the "Avenger" that she had been holding. As her fingertips slid away from the cloth, the giant sword that was much longer than her height fell heavily to the ground.

Then, he thrust out a punch!

The armor-covered right fist was clenched tightly, and it rushed straight towards the hunter's cheek at a speed far beyond human dynamic vision and even beyond the hunter's sensor capture capability!

The attack was so swift and fierce that it almost interrupted the hunter's mind, causing her thinking to pause for a moment. By the time she reacted and wanted to shoot at Lunicia again, the other party simply flicked the gun's muzzle with her palm and then punched the hunter heavily in the face.

--boom! ! !

This sound is similar to a gunshot, but it is not a gunshot. Instead, it is something more dull and powerful than a gunshot!

The hunter then remembered something.

The girl named Lunicia Agris, who was marked as a "special surveillance target", was actually fighting while wielding such a huge piece of iron.

How much strength does it take to wield a giant sword like that?

If this power were used in combat - what would happen?

She didn't want to know the answer, even if it was slapped in her face.

She tried to shoot again, shooting from the most concealed and tricky angle she calculated. No matter if it went through the abdomen, the spine, the chest, or the head, as long as she could hit one place, she would still win in the end.

Can't do it.

When Lunicia assumed that extremely professional fighting stance, she actually understood deep down in her mind that she had no chance of winning.

—Bang! Bang! Bang!

He tried to shoot again and again, but was repeatedly deflected by the girl's swift and powerful hands.

Just as the hunter folded her hands and tried to shoot from both sides, Lunicia swung her iron fist with all her strength and hit her in the face!

The eyeballs, nasal bones, maxillary bones, and mandibular bones—forged from metal, there was no way they could stop this punch.

It was shattered and dented, and finally, along with the entire core in the head, it was completely pierced by this punch that was delivered with all its strength!

Chapter 28 Chaos

"Ha ha……"

When Lunicia slowly pulled her fist away from the hunter's head, her forehead was completely soaked with sweat, and sweat was even rolling down her face.

She looked down at the remains of the hunter, especially the cavity in the middle of the skull that was created by her own punch. She breathed heavily and shook off the metal parts that were either stuck to or piercing her fist. Then she stomped on them hard, crushing the hunter's head, which still had two-thirds intact, into pieces that had completely lost their usability.

It wasn't that Lunicia was venting her anger by whipping the corpse - in fact, she basically still respected her opponents. After all, as long as they were not the evil ones she felt were unforgivable, she would generally regard them as hostile because of their stance, and there would be no need or legitimacy to be too hostile - but the enemy in front of her was not an ordinary "human", but a "mechanical puppet" that she did not know very well. It was always right to be cautious with such an unknown enemy.

With this in mind, she not only crushed the hunter's head, but also cut off her arms to prevent the remnant from suddenly raising her arms and shooting her twice from behind.

After doing all this, Lunicia finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Despite her apparent tiredness, Lunesia actually did not try her best in the battle just now.

Not to mention the transformation of the "Avenger"'s form and the remaining number of castings, even the limitation on muscle strength, Lunicia only used it once when she punched through the hunter's head with the last punch. The rest of the time it was just a simple and plain swing, using two of her best spells, that's all.

The reason why it seems so hard is simply because the pace of this battle is too urgent.

If you get hit, you will die, and if you hit the enemy, it will be a fatal blow - although Lunicia, out of confidence in her strength, did not use higher-level spells, the ability to liberate the body, the form transformation of the "Avenger" and the White Knight's own abilities to defeat the opponent, but the nature of this battle is like this. The mind is highly tense, and the body must try to keep up with the rhythm of thinking. Even if you don't use all your trump cards, you will feel a strong sense of fatigue.

Lunicia did not spend too much time resting. She took two deep breaths, then picked up the broken remains of the hunter with one hand. After thinking carefully, she threw it back and jumped off the roof.

——If that thing suddenly explodes, I won’t be killed in seconds…

She herself holds this idea.

……

When Lunicia saw Ashlee again, she was wiping the blood expressionlessly. The crimson liquid splashed on her chest, waist and abdomen, and splashed on her pure and flawless face, like a white flower watered by blood, filled with an indescribable beauty.

Of course, those didn't belong to her.

There was not a single wound on her body, while in contrast, human corpses collapsed on the ground one after another. The horrific wounds left on their bodies were different. Some were lacerations, some were puncture wounds, and some looked like explosives exploding inside the body. The contents of the cavity were exposed without any cover, and minced meat and broken bones mixed with blood were scattered all over the ground.

Ashlee didn't care about it at all, and didn't even bother to look at the corpses.

In her golden eyes, there was only the figure of Lunicia.

"came back?"

"Ah, um...Ashe, what are these?"

Lunicia was only slightly surprised, and did not react much to the corpses of various shapes in front of her - if she had to say, she had seen more disgusting scenes when she was in the waterwheel canal, and these were just a small matter. Although she was indeed a flower in a greenhouse, the teacher who was responsible for guiding her in combat used various methods to help her overcome her fear of corpses and flesh and blood, so that she had long been immune to such scenes.

In comparison, she was more concerned about Ashlee's safety and the identities of these corpses.

"Attacker."

"I can tell this without even looking..." Lunicia sighed helplessly, "Judging from their attire, one of them is the Nosavi garrison, but what about the other group?"

Some of the corpses were wearing well-made armor and holding daggers and iron spears. It was obvious at a glance that they were the Marie National Defense Army stationed in Nosawi. However, the number of these garrison corpses was relatively small. Most of them were strange corpses that looked weak and frail, wearing sackcloth bags as clothes and hanging some wooden or leather armor plates as armor. Not to mention the army, even bandits looked more suitable for holding weapons than these corpses.

Lunicia really couldn't figure out who these corpses belonged to and why they attacked Ashtherin.

"Luna, you have no impression?"

"It looks familiar, but I'm still not sure..."

"These are people from the refugee camp. Their identities are unknown, and the reason for attacking me is also unknown. I don't know why they acted. They were full of pain when they were alive, and chose to pursue death in pain. Their madness and confusion did not ease until they died, just like a group of anxious ants... May they be liberated in heaven."

"Varied……"

It was not until this time that Lunicia remembered why these corpses in front of her always gave her a familiar feeling.

She had seen their attire over and over again in the refugee camp, and even had a faint impression of some of their faces, but they could not leave too deep an impression in her heart. Those erratic lives were too weightless. As Ashlee said, they were like an ant colony at that time, crowded and fragile.

Lunicia never imagined that they would choose to pick up guns and swords - choose to spill blood, whether it was other people's or their own.

This was beyond Lunicia's expectations in any case, but one thing was quite obvious.

Something happened in the refugee camp.

……

"Why are you stopping me?"

"Stop talking so much nonsense. Are you going to fight or not?"

"..."

There was a hint of impatience in the pink-haired girl's eyes. It was obvious that she didn't intend to waste any more time talking to the person in front of her - or rather the humanoid named the Death Penalty Man, and it seemed that she had more important things to do.

Of course, the executed person had no awareness that "she was actually very annoying". She was constantly gesturing in the direction of the pink-haired girl with the long knife in her hand, while her other hand was alertly pressing on the grip of the pistol at her waist, ready to pull it out and shoot the other party at any time.

"So - why are you stopping me from meeting 'her'?"

"This is an order from the Mastermind." The Executioner snorted, "Don't let more unstable factors get close to that 'Special Observation Subject' - you should be more aware of being an 'unstable factor', Ella."

"You Leviathan scum, you really have the nerve to say that." Ella Heper frowned, but she had no intention of pulling out the sharp blade from the scabbard at her waist. "If you don't get out of the way, I will force my way through."

"Wow - why not give it a try!"

The executioner gave Ella a middle finger without any grace, and then rushed towards Ella at a speed that ordinary people could not even see. In her hand, she was waving a long sword that was almost as tall as her iron body. From her frantic posture, it can be seen that her accuracy, strength and swordsmanship can undoubtedly be called "strong".

However, no matter how hard she swung, the blade of the long sword could not even cut off a strand of Ella's hair. Each time the latter advanced, her figure could move one step forward, closer to the destination she had set in her mind, and the executioner who was blocking her could not even slow down her steps.

The balance began to tilt, or in other words, it gradually shifted from "breakthroughers" and "blockers" to "the pursued" and "pursuers".

"that's all?"

Seeing Ella's figure gradually distancing herself from herself, the executioner thought, "That's enough", but before she could put away her sword, she was already angered by Ella's words.

"...Don't think you can get away like this, okay?"

The prayer letters in the air began to vibrate, as if they were freed from some shackles. They cheered and leaped, gathering in the direction of the executed person, and finally transformed into streams of red and black entangled light, which were tightly wrapped around the executed person's huge, devil-like black iron palm like chains.

"Come on...come on! Just like this!"

Snap—the red and black chains broke instantly, and then turned into four red and black arrows. The next moment, they were nailed to Ella's shadow, to the limbs of the shadow cast by the eclipse.

The figure of the executed person had already jumped high up, she raised a long knife wrapped in black and red, and slashed towards the motionless Ella!

Mist dissipates - originally it was to use prayer words to interfere and create the illusion of "fog", and then launch a sudden fatal attack from the thick fog of the illusion, but the executioner used it in another way here. This can be regarded as a result of the update of the mental database. She did not think that interfering with the senses would make the girl named Ella unavoidable, but if she used the trick of shadow seam directly, even she would definitely become immobile.

——That’s it.

The long knife cut through the eclipsed sky, cut through the air, cut through the house, and then stuck to her neck, the white, fragile and slender human neck.

The next moment - the head of the executed person flew into the sky.

Before the headless corpse had time to kneel on the ground, the black and purple swords had already been put back into their scabbards, making crisp sounds.

"I've come to see you...my savior...!"

As for Ella herself - her attitude changed faster than turning the pages of a book, and she rushed straight to the deepest part of the alley without looking back.

Chapter 29: Long time no see, first meeting

Running on the broken streets, without seeing the scattered corpses on the roadside, and without feeling the mixture of gravel and mud under her feet, Lunicia felt her head was a mess and she could hardly tell east from west.

--In the end what happened?

She looked at the little boy Carlos Rogolides, who was curled up in Ashatherine's arms and sobbing, and then looked at the gravel road beneath her feet - this made her feel more confused and bewildered. She still didn't understand what had happened in the refugee camp between the time she left the refugee camp and went to the city hall, and the time she fell asleep for eight hours after leaving the city hall.

By the time she and Ashlee arrived at the refugee camp, all that was left were Ernest's body, Elida's body, Carlos crying over his parents' bodies, and a burning empty tent.

Even Carlos couldn't explain it. He only knew that his mother Alida was beaten to death in order to stop the refugees who took up arms, put on armor and looked like they had bad intentions. And Carlos, who was not there at the time, had no idea what happened to his father Ernest, what he saw and heard.

Lunicia didn't intend to find out much from him.

She sincerely believed that for a child who had just lost his parents, it was best not to ask any questions, let him cry for a while, let him relieve the bitterness in his heart - then how to find the answer to the question? There is no doubt that she had to find a way by herself, and for Lunisia, the most direct solution at the moment was to go to the city hall and drag Count Nikita Kuridel out and beat him up, and then she would probably know everything.

As for the possibility that Count Kuridel had no idea what was going on, Lunisia had never considered it from the beginning - since the incident happened on his territory, he certainly could not be completely ignorant of it. Lunisia took this for granted as she walked forward.

When she stepped onto the main road, the chaotic situation in the city once again made her feel at a loss.

The guards, the humanoids of the Iron Leviathan, the armed refugees who were unable to communicate at all, and the original residents of the city, these four groups of people were engaged in a melee in almost every corner of the city. Mixed in with them were some criminals or so-called adventurers who tried to take advantage of the situation, which further aggravated the chaos of the situation.

The armed refugees relied on their numerical advantage to besiege the guards, but the guards were able to rely on their sophisticated equipment and strong physical abilities to kill the armed refugees. The humanoid form of the Iron Leviathan would not only shoot at the guards, but also aim at the criminals who were trying to fish in troubled waters. The shops organized their employees to defend themselves with weapons to prevent the criminals from succeeding...

Who is attacking whom, who is killing whom, who is bleeding, who is falling, who is spreading the smell of death? Lunisia was completely confused. She even wanted to give up thinking in this situation that was too chaotic and beyond her current thinking range. However, the smell of blood kept washing over her nerves, forcing her to be extremely alert. She killed everyone who intended to attack her group while heading towards the city hall with Ashlee and Carlos.

The image of the world in Lunicia's eyes became more and more distorted, as if there were only three sane people left in the whole city: herself, Ashetheline and Carlos, and the rest inevitably slipped into the abyss of madness, and used this to remind themselves of the meaning and fun of arson and killing.