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At this moment, even he felt a sense of danger, like that of a natural enemy.

"Extreme speed!"

The boy, who was slightly taller than him, disappeared, as if he had blended into the air.

"Nine-Headed Dragon Flash—!"

The dazzling sword light bloomed as beautifully as flower petals.

Only the several evil spirits with giant heads protruding from the ceiling at the end of the corridor suddenly froze.

Cracks shot outwards, radiating light, and quickly spread to the entire head and even the body upstairs.

On the other side of the corridor.

Ayanokouji slowly sheathed his sword, and the heads of several evil spirits on the ceiling behind him suddenly shattered, turning into a pile of bloody corpses that crashed down.

"What is this thing....."

Fushiguro Megumi's eyes widened, and he couldn't maintain his cool and handsome image.

Without any fluctuation of magical power, yet instantly empowered by multiple spells in actual combat, a person whose physical strength was at most slightly stronger than an ordinary person reached a level comparable to a spellcaster.

Coupled with his extraordinary swordsmanship, he was able to kill several level three or four cursed spirits in an instant.

What the hell is this?

But it's not over yet...

"The flame that never fades, the sparrow that never rests, gather in my palm—reveal!..."

Having regained some strength, Hikigaya uttered ancient incantations, and sparks of fire gathered above his head from all directions, like rivers flowing into the sky, intertwining, merging, entwining, and blooming.

The Fiery Sparrow, dazzling and radiant, spreads its wings as if burning like a raging flame.

It's not big, only the size of a palm, but it has a blazing white flame, so it looks quite powerful.

Soon, a second one, a third one, a fourth one...

The corridor was illuminated, and in the darkness, some quasi-level minor cursed spirits spontaneously combusted without fire, screaming in agony as they were instantly incinerated.

"Dust and firewood, all become the breeding ground for my flames—bloom forth, Flame Sparrow, summon forth!"

Birds made of pure white or golden flames instantly emitted cries like a thousand birds, trailing fiery tails of light, judging and tracking as if they were alive, and then scattered.

The larger cursed spirits will be divided into three to five groups, while the smaller ones will be chased by a single one.

The moment it touches the monster, the fiery sparrow will instantly transform into a sharp sword and pierce its body.

Extreme high temperatures and energy burst forth within it, like a red lotus blooming on dark land.

moment.

Throughout the corridors, up and down, and in the windows and classrooms, burst forth bursts of intensely hot fireballs, each the size of a basketball, dazzling and beautiful.

But it was a deadly danger; the surrounding level three and four cursed spirits were almost wiped out in one wave.

Fukuro Megumi gasped as he watched the evil spirit, tormented by the destructive energy exploding from its rear end after being stabbed in the anus by the Flame Sparrow, gasped again, feeling a chill creep down his body.

He could imagine how desperate the evil spirit must have felt when that thing burrowed into its anus.

These fiery sparrows are like his shikigami, possessing a certain level of intelligence, or rather, instinct.

When a monster has a shell that is too tough, it will instinctively seek out gaps to squeeze into, such as its nostrils, mouth, and the two holes below...

What a vicious spell.

Too brutal.

How vicious and depraved must one be to develop such a terrifying curse?

He could imagine that if these things were targeted at the human body, they could actually be smaller and more numerous, turning into a dense swarm of bees that could penetrate everywhere and explode inside.

not only that.

He also saw that even the seemingly most ordinary blue-haired young lady had erected a light screen to protect the long, straight black-haired girl with golden eyes.

"These seem much weaker."

The Flame Sparrow's destructive range is not large, and its power is not particularly strong; otherwise, it wouldn't need to burrow.

Therefore, Hikigaya didn't consume much energy and even had time to complain: "Is that some kind of boss over at the shrine? Is this the normal strength of evil spirits?"

"I guess so. If ours counts as the boss, then these minions don't even qualify."

Kazuma held up that imposing revolver, ready to provide support at any moment.

The monster at the shrine is actually quite strong, mainly because it's similar to a bound spirit, and its first stage is too bloated and huge.

Although the second phase was significantly smaller and the scale of destruction was smaller, its strength and mobility skyrocketed, completely overwhelming them. At that time, they were only a hair's breadth away from being wiped out.

If it weren't for his random, instinctive shot that happened to blast the three fox spirits inside its heart, even using his Mystic Code wouldn't have been effective.

In the end, we still had to rely on the mirror demon in the silver mirror to save our lives.

Although he didn't know why, his intuition told him it was best not to release the Mirror Demon...

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?"

Feeling the piercing gaze behind him, Kazuma turned around and found Fushiguro Megumi staring intently at him.

No, she was staring intently at the cursed object in his hand.

Suddenly.

Kazuma grinned smugly and waved his withered fingers: "You just said you wanted this thing, right?"

Since we can't reach an agreement, then we'll have to stick with traditional crafts...

Kazuma raised his chin and asked arrogantly.

"Hey, young man, you don't want what you've been searching for to be taken away by a few people of unknown origin, do you?"

"what do you want?"

really.

Fukuro Megumi asked with a very bad expression.

He was in complete control at first, but now it seems... he's struggling.

The other side has too many methods, and they are too comprehensive.

"It's easy!"

He Zhen held up one finger: "One for one. You help us find the black hole we're talking about, and we'll give you the finger. Money and goods settled."

A dark cavity?

In other words, something like a spatial rift?

What are these mysterious people, who can use methods that are clearly not sorcery, looking for that thing?

Fifteen-year-old Fushiguro Megumi's brain was working at lightning speed.

He certainly didn't believe in the idea of ​​people from another world.

I suspect it might be something new that some old guys have been researching for years, or a gift from some terrifying cursed object?

Forget about neon lights, the world of sorcery is practically solidified into a pile of crap.

But China, the Middle East, or Europe?

Could it really be from abroad...? Is there really some big secret behind that shady place they're talking about?

Fu Heihui's expression changed.

He was terrified that if that black cavity was a threat even more terrifying than a Bit-level cursed object, causing even more terrible consequences, he would deserve to die.

But this top-grade cursed artifact is no ordinary item either...

Kazuma and Ayanokouji exchanged a glance, their faces full of smugness.

There is a play.

It turns out that the idea of ​​exchanging sincerity for sincerity is not suitable for them.

Whether it's through threats, bribes, or outright robbery...

boom--! !

To Kazuma's right, the outer wall suddenly exploded open, and a lithe figure burst through the wall, kicking out with tremendous force that tore through the air.

"Woc!" (Japanese)

Kazuma reacted quickly, crouching down as the other person passed right over his head, who was only 1.65 meters tall, and kicked the classroom door open, followed by a series of loud crashes.

"Sigh~"

Looking at the gap in the wall, Kazuma slowly stood up and took a breath.

Scary.

Are all people in this world this fierce and cunning?

Thank goodness... wait, where are my fingers?

Kazuma grasped at the air, then suddenly turned around.

"Ouch... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

A rather burly young man emerged with a bruised and swollen face, giving Fushiguro Megumi an awkward smile: "Um, sorry, I didn't manage to kick him."

"Didn't I tell you not to come in?"

Fushiguro sighed and stared warily at the person opposite him.

"I'd love to ask why you still came, but... did you manage to get the stuff?"

He also saw Kazuma's reaction; it was clear that his finger had been snatched away by Itadori in a surprise attack.

"I got it."

Fushiguro Megumi moved closer step by step, staring intently at Ayanokouji and the others' movements, and said urgently, "Now, confirm whether the cursed object is yours."

"Huh? The seal I was holding back then~"

Huzhang scratched his head, opened his hand, revealing a withered finger with a sharp nail.

"Yes, without the seal, it always gives me a creepy feeling."

"That's it, the two-faced Sukuna's fingers. Don't ask so many questions, just give it to me!"

As Fushiguro spoke, she warily observed the reactions of the mysterious crowd ahead.

"Well, it seems there's no other way."

Kazuma shrugged: "Let's find a place to stay first."

"Yeah, I'm hungry."

Hikigaya responded weakly.

We can't just kill off the official figures of this world and rob them.

They wanted to leverage the other party's local advantages, not to create enmity.

The others exchanged glances and followed them toward the stairs.

Seeing that they were really leaving, Fukurohime relaxed.

at this time.

"Young man, could you please stop for a moment and explain things before you leave?"

Ayanokouji tensed up as soon as he turned around, every pore of his body bulging with this sense of crisis.

There is a person.

One night, a masked, tall, strange man stood on the ceiling, his head bowed in front of him, talking to him with a relaxed air.

It was as casual as discussing with friends where to go on a picnic tomorrow.