One-way traffic

"The ancient city was quite nice. Although there were no electric lights, it was still quite good that it was well-lit."

There was a person standing here.

He wore a dark coat with white and black trim, and a white scarf was wrapped around his neck, which also covered his mouth.

Her dark hair fluttered in the breeze, and her slightly blood-red eyes casually swept across everything below.

On his back was a long sword almost as tall as he was, nearly 180 centimeters.

It was a strange sword, entirely white and black, with blood-red runes branded on its blade.

"Then, judging by the time, it should be around this time, right?"

He looked into the distance while running his hand through his hair.

"Because it was getting late, I couldn't wait that long, so I took the liberty of speeding up the process and getting things moving faster over there."

"Of course, we can't fall behind here either. I'll urge that thing called the white whale to hurry up and get it moving faster."

He gently placed his hands behind his back and raised the longsword, which was no shorter than himself.

He said it very simply, in a soft voice.

"—The Wheel of Fortune."

The eerie red light on the sword began to flicker again.

He casually made a gesture across the space in front of him.

It was instantly torn apart into dimensions of fifteen or higher.

"Although I advocate for this aspect, I still occasionally want to experience the fun of the Tree of Life. That thing advocates the microcosm of the human body and the macrocosm of the outside world, that is, the so-called theory of the macrocosm and the microcosm, which is really fascinating."

"Forget it, although I would also like to ask about Zoroastrianism, Tamasek, The Tetragrammaton, and the Fifty Gates, I don't really like mythology and history, and I'm too lazy to bother with anything more profound. So I'll just make do and use my power in this area."

"It's truly nostalgic... As for you now, and the actions those demons are taking in the shadows, I think it won't be long before that time comes, will it?"

He gently twisted his neck with his hand and said with a smile.

"It's rare to see something like this; there aren't nearly enough of them right now."

"Good luck, Accelerator!"

Leaving behind these ambiguous words, he disappeared alone.

--No.

It should be said that it disappeared into this dimension, this level of dimension.

Chapter Seventy-Four: The Witch Cult

Roswaal's residence is a luxurious mansion located in the Mezas border region.

——This is how it should be.

The mansion's gates are now locked.

The doors were also completely blocked.

"……asshole."

Natsuki Subaru stood inside the door.

He held a piece of iron he had found inside the mansion, trying to strengthen his fighting ability.

But recalling the enemies Ram had faced before, he seemed to have no chance of winning.

Even if you get your hands on this weapon, even if you have a grip strength of 70 kilograms, what use would it be against that kind of enemy?

He was knocked down before he even understood what the opponent's attack method was.

Even now, I still experience deep pain in my ribs.

"Damn it, what should I do...?"

Now, thanks to Beatrice's spell, they can hide inside the mansion to prevent those guys from invading.

But that wouldn't make much sense.

This situation shouldn't last long. No matter how powerful Beatrice is, she's ultimately confined to the mansion. If the enemy burns the mansion down or breaks in, the outcome is obvious.

There were only the three of them in the mansion: Ram, Beatrice, and himself.

More importantly, even though they can hide in such places, will the enemy really only attack them?

The villagers of Alam are still there.

If those unidentified attackers were to strike there, the consequences would be utterly unimaginable.

"Lam is still outside..."

He was forcibly confined to the mansion.

Ram went to Aram Village alone, leaving Subaru Natsuki alone there, as he was responsible for guarding the interior of the residence.

Ram's goal was clear: she was going to save the villagers in Aram Village, but she wouldn't allow Subaru Natsuki to go out with her.

If even he leaves, then Beatrice will be all alone inside the mansion.

Beatrice is unable to leave the manor, so if something happens to the manor itself, it means there is absolutely no hope left.

"Damn it...who the hell are those guys?!"

Natsuki Subaru sullenly threw the ironware in his hand to the ground.

A sense of powerlessness and oppression thus reached the depths of his mind and body.

then.

—Some other sound came from outside the door.

"...They're here."

Natsuki Subaru's heart skipped a beat.

He swiftly grabbed the ironware from the ground and gazed out the window.

Countless shadows gathered there.

"They're here... those bastards are here!!"

He himself doesn't know exactly how far he can go.

There's no way to ask for help in this situation. Roswaal and his group are still in the royal city and have no way of knowing anything about what's happening here.

There is no hope.

Therefore, Subaru Natsuki can only rely on himself.

"...What's there to be afraid of?"

Wiping his mouth with his hand, Natsuki Subaru forcibly steadied himself.

"We've already faced death, they're just a bunch of guys who appeared out of nowhere. What's there to be afraid of!"

That's it.

Natsuki Subaru stood alone behind the door, waiting for the group of enemies to rush in.

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The moonlight shone down on the ground.

In front of Roswaal's mansion, countless figures in black gathered.

Their clothes were all very strange.

His entire body was wrapped in a jet-black robe, and his scarlet eyes gleamed beneath it. His behavior was extremely strange.

Witch Cultist.

They are members of a cult that worships the Witch of Envy, Satella, and almost everyone in the world knows about their history.

The Witch Cultists are insane, brutal, and incomprehensible. They are not only feared by the Kingdom of Lugnica, but also by people all over the continent.

Their current destination is this mansion.

In order to find the person they are looking for, they will ruthlessly ransack the mansion.

Even if it means slaughtering everyone inside.

And so, the witch cultists, whispering in their own voices, walked step by step toward Roswaal's mansion.

then.

Something flashed across the sky at high speed.

Immediately afterwards, a storm began to blaze.

Boom! A wind speed of 120 meters per second instantly tore through the ground in front of it, and with the impact of a meteorite, it flew head-on into the ground in one breath.

The bombardment spread out, and all the witch cultists were blown away.

With a sound as powerful as a meteorite impacting the Earth, a dark shadow emerged from within.

Accelerator is the number one Level 5 Level 5 esper in Academy City.

He caused such a natural disaster-level impact from the very beginning, and thus he reigned supreme.

The first superpowered individual raised his head and stared at what was in front of him.

They were all a group of freaks dressed in black with deep red eyes.

"...Is it them?"

These guys must be the attackers who stormed Roswaal's mansion.

The attackers' identities are unknown, but Accelerator had seen similar physical characteristics in a book, though the book's description was not detailed, so he didn't know who these guys were.

but.

"What does it have to do with me?"

He said it coldly.

He didn't care who these guys were or what their identities were.

In any case, the mission is targeting them, and their current situation makes their purpose obvious.

The tasks that need to be done are already quite simple.

Without making a sound, he raised both of his hands.

The monster began its slaughter.

boom----! ! !

With just a slight forward descent, he achieved a terrifying speed that surpassed that of a fighter jet.

750 kilometers per hour.

It's much slower than when I arrived here. Accelerator initially flew all the way here from Lugnica at a speed faster than sound.

In an instant, his body appeared in front of a witch cultist.

It was just a simple act of ramming into him, and the attacker was instantly sent flying backward.

One person smashed into the group behind them, instantly causing more people to fall.

But the number one monster is not content with just that.

He started rolling his hands up.

In an instant, the wind started blowing again.

Mixed with flames made of magic, the tornado instantly blew away all the witch cultists, unleashing a power that surpassed even natural disasters.

The total time is less than five seconds.

The enemy has been completely wiped out.

Accelerator raised his hand and casually grabbed a poor, unlucky soul in his palm. The rest of the witch cultists fell freely, some burning to death in the fire tornado, others being torn apart.

He glared at him with those malicious eyes, as red as pigeon blood.

"What are you? Your presence here means you're just another attacker, right?"

Not right.