"Anyway...you two should run away...someone is chasing me..."

Kamijou Touma’s brain was about to shut down. The word “hunt”, which sounded very high-end, had nothing to do with his life for more than ten years. Why would it be said by a young girl now?

In this situation, we should go to the hospital immediately. However, this girl does not have an identity card of the Academy City. If the hospital finds out, it will be very troublesome. What should we do? With this amount of bleeding, if we don’t get emergency treatment in time, she may die.

"Uncle, do you know first aid?" Touma looked at Yamabuki Hanajima.

"Of course I understand. I can hit the wound with my fist until the wound is afraid and escapes, and the girl will naturally be out of danger." Shanchui Huajin said with his fist raised.

What are you talking about? Do you want to listen to what you are saying? Are you talking like a human being? This girl is so badly injured, and you still want to beat her? I beg you to be a human being.

Kamijou Touma no longer knew how to evaluate the behavior of this evil old man.

Is your brain filled with muscles?

Just as Kamijou Touma was about to find someone to help, a young man's voice came from the end of the corridor.

"The Index escaped here because of you two, right? Hand over Index immediately. I can pretend that I saw nothing and let you go."

Kamijou Touma instantly felt an intense fear, like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake.

The man standing in the distant corridor seemed like the nemesis of all mankind, emitting an indescribable murderous aura!

The young man walked in slowly, and Kamijou Touma could see clearly that he was a red-haired priest, over 1.9 meters tall, with rings on all ten fingers, a cigarette in his mouth, and a tattoo like a stripe code on his face.

No matter how you look at him, he looks like a bad boy.

Although Kamijou Touma was very scared, he became furious when he saw the girl lying on the ground.

“You’re the one who hurt Index like this?” Kamijou Touma shouted.

Shanchui Huajin looked at the bad priest in front of him.

The first mini-boss of A Certain Magical Index, the fire mage Stiyl.

Don’t be fooled by his arrogant appearance now. Actually, he is a wimp and can’t beat anyone.

It can only scare ordinary people.

Stiyl took a long puff of his cigarette and said, "It looks like this can't be resolved peacefully. I can only kill you."

He said this and strode over.

Kamijou Touma clenched his right fist tightly. His right hand could even erase miracles, so he should be able to fight...

Suddenly, Steele's eyes went dark and a dark-skinned muscular man stood in front of him. The strong sense of oppression made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Hmm? An expert? A magician? Which association?" Steele looked at the man in front of him warily.

Shanchui Huajin twisted his body slightly, and all the bones in his body made crackling sounds.

"Kamijo, just go into the house and cook, and leave the rest to me." Yamabuki Hanajin looked at Stiyl with a grim smile.

In his eyes, how could this be a 1.9-meter-tall delinquent boy?

This is clearly a red-haired chick with a hot body.

There’s nothing I can do about it, I’m the man among men!

"Hey, girl, do you want to have one?" Shanchui Huajin showed a smile on his face that was more terrifying than that of a demon.

Don't be fooled by Stiyl's cool look, he is actually only fourteen years old this year and is an out-and-out teenager.

Hearing such vicious words, my lower body suddenly felt cold.

Where did this fag come from?

The muscles on Stiyl's face twitched slightly, but the other person had no magic power at all, and seemed to be just an ordinary person.

There is no other way. Since you are looking for death, I will kill you.

Index said with difficulty: "No, ordinary people can never defeat magicians. They are experts in killing..."

Kamijou Touma carried Index into the room and wanted to bandage her wound, but the wound was too big and could not be bandaged with conventional means, so she had to be sent to the hospital for stitches.

At this moment, the distance between Shanbuki Huajin and Stiyl was less than three meters.

"My name is Stiyl Magnus, uncle, I advise you to get out of the way immediately before I tell you my magic name." Stiyl said coldly.

Once the magician announces the name of his magic, a fight is inevitable.

Shanchuika Jin looked at Stiyl with excitement.

"Hmph, I can tell from your expression that you won't move out of the way. My magic is called Fortis931 (Strong). Uncle, you can't get away with being injured now." Stiyl raised his hand, and a ball of high-temperature flame instantly rose from his palm. The twisted flame turned into a flaming sword and instantly slashed towards Shanchuihuajin!

The temperature of the flaming sword was as high as three thousand degrees Celsius, even steel would melt instantly. Kamijou Touma's breathing almost stopped. In an instant, Yamabuki Hanajin's body turned into a ball of fire and continued to burn!

Kamijou Touma's pupils contracted and his fingertips couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Is this a magician? A murder expert?

Although the uncle was quite perverted, he seemed like a good person. How could he die like this?

These magicians really don't take human life seriously!

A ball of anger rose in his heart, but it hadn't exploded yet.

A perverted laugh erupted from the fireball.

"Hehehe! A mere flame that can melt steel! A mere 3,000 degrees Celsius! How can it compare to my muscles that have been tempered by thousands of hammers? Red-haired girl, do you understand the strongest gold content on earth?"

A large hand suddenly stretched out from the flames, grabbed Stiyl's head, and threw it into the distant corridor like a ball.

Stiyl rolled and tumbled several times before he stopped. When he looked at the fire again, his eyes were different.

An invisible fear filled my whole body.

I saw a figure walking out of the flames like a demon. Not to mention the well-tempered muscles, even his hair and clothes were not burned!

Under the illumination of the raging fire, the alloy-like muscles emit a charming glow, and the male hormones are also released with the high temperature!

"You...you...who are you?" Steele looked at the pervert in front of him with horror.

"Me? I'm the one who's going to blow your ass!"

Chapter 30: Beat him even if he's wounded!

Faced with the demonic oppression of Yamabuki Hanajin, Stiyl took two steps back in horror.

He was almost certain that this man was definitely sent by a magic society to fight for Index. There were 130,000 magic books hidden in Index's brain. If he could learn all of this knowledge, he might be called a demon god.

The devil is a monster that uses magical knowledge to turn himself into a god. He can subvert the rules of this world at will, bring the dead back to life, destroy the world, and even reverse time. There is simply nothing that the devil cannot do.

Was the other party from that big power? The Russian Orthodox Church? The Roman Orthodox Church? The Golden Dawn? Or was it someone from the English Puritan Church itself? Stiyl couldn't be sure, but the other party was definitely here for Index.

In order to protect that child, I would be willing to die.

Even if I knew the other party was a monster, I could not retreat even a single step. Moreover, this area was already covered with runes by me, so why should I be afraid of him? As long as I was in this area, I was invincible.

"Hunting the Witch King!" Stiyl shouted loudly, summoning a huge fire giant, over three meters tall, with amazing heat waves radiating from his body. Ordinary metal would be melted if it got close to it. No matter how strong the muscles were, they could not face such a monster.

This is common sense.

An attempt that applies to both magic and science.

"Leave immediately. I don't know who is behind you, but I will never let you take this with you." Stiyl gave the order to kill the Witch King.

The witch-hunting king pounced on him with bared fangs and claws, and Shanchui Huajin knew that he was very happy.

He raised his fists to about the same height as his head and stood in front of the Witch Hunter King.

Stiyl looked at Shanchuikajin warily, wondering what powerful magic the other party would use.

But the next second, what Shanchui Huajin did almost made Stiyl collapse, because this muscular man who was over 1.9 meters tall swung his fists and beat the Witch King wildly.

Theoretically, the Witch Hunting King has no entity and is a magical creature made of fire and magic.

If it were an ordinary person's body, let alone beating and hunting the Witch King, even just getting close would be vaporized!

"Hahahaha! Ola Ola! Beat up those with super powers! Beat up magicians! Beat up flames! Beat them all! Beat them until they die completely! Hahahaha!"

In Stiyl's eyes, Shanchuika Jin has become a complete psychopath.

But the most outrageous thing is that the witch hunter king actually began to collapse under the beating of this madman. What is going on? Is it a newly developed superpower? Why can muscles be used to beat a 3,000-degree high temperature flame? This is not scientific, nor is it magic. This is no longer outrageous.

The runes he had affixed to the building were still there, showing no signs of damage, but the Witch Hunter King was really starting to fall apart.

"The Witch Hunting King? He's just a woman with a slightly higher body temperature! Ola Ola Ola!" Shanchui Huajin was like a mental patient. Under the crazy beating, the Witch Hunting King finally collapsed and turned into sparks all over the sky.

Stiyl silently took out a cigarette, but couldn't find the lighter after groping for a long time.

When did this world become so outrageous? Am I already eliminated by this world at the age of fourteen? God! Please answer my prayers. What on earth is this thing standing in front of me?

"call!"

A strong scent mixed with male hormones hit Stiyl's face.

Even Stiyl, a magician who had killed countless people, was scared at this moment. Magic or technology, they all follow certain rules, but the muscular man in front of him did not conform to any rules at all.

Although Stiyl was trying to remain calm, his shaking fingers betrayed his inner feelings.

"I am from the English Puritan Church of Evil..." Stiyl wanted to tell him his origins in order to shock the man a little, but the next second, his mouth was covered by a heavy hand.

"Shh! Don't talk." Shanchui Huajin showed a devil-like smile on his face. He suddenly stretched out his hand to break off a section of the railing, and sharpened the railing with his fingers like a sharp blade.

Stiyl stepped back in horror.

"Don't be afraid! This will be an unforgettable night, Baba!" Shanchuihuajin showed a strange smile.

Stiyl looked at Shanchui Huajin nervously: "What do you want to do?"

"I feel like you're not very flexible, so I want to help you clear your rectum." Shanchui Huajin tested the sharpness of the railing with his fingertips.

Stiyl finally broke down and turned to run, but Shanchui Huajin grabbed him back into his arms: "Baby! Don't run! The night is long, and it has just begun!"

"Help! Don't come over here! Big Sister Kanzaki! Help!"

"No one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out! Just accept your fate!" Shanchui Huajin raised the sharp railing in his hand and said, "Go!"

"Ah~~~~~"

Kamijou Touma was trembling all over. He knew that this person who called himself Yamabuki Hana Jin was very talented, but he didn't expect this kind of talent!

"What happened? How is the little nun injured?" asked Shanchui Huajin.

Kamijou Touma trembled, "It seems like he's dying. We need to go to the hospital as soon as possible."

Index was already unconscious due to excessive blood loss. Yamabuki Hanajin waved to Kamijou Touma and said, "Get out of the way. Let me do it."

Index opened her eyes with difficulty, looked at Stiyl who was suffering from a fate worse than death in the distance, and said to Shanchuikajin in a stiff voice: "Evil-hearted uncle, for the sake of the Lord, can you please give me a quick death?"

"Your master has no face in front of me. Don't worry, although this is my first time to cure a disease and save a life, I can guarantee that you will not die... you should not die." Shanchui Huajin looked serious.

Kamijou Touma was trembling, he didn't know what Yamabuki Hanajin was going to do.

Yamabuki Hanajin raised her fist and punched Index on the wound.

"My...my old waist..." Index's whole body twitched and she foamed at the mouth.

Lord, please save me, a lost lamb! Take me away!

"Ola Ola Ola! Beat the wounds! Beat them even if they are not wounds! In any case, beat them! Ola Ola Ola!"

Index saw the Lord of Heaven waving at her.

Life is worse than death! This is what life is worse than death.

But...after being beaten, Index's wound actually healed.

Both Kamijou Touma and Index's brains have crashed. What's going on here?

"Index, are you still alive?" Kamijou Touma asked nervously.

Index said calmly, "The only thing left is to stay alive!"

"Okay, it's this late, I'm going to sleep!" Shanchui Huajin said, and lay down on the bed.

Kamijou Touma could only sleep on the floor and put Index in the bathtub.

"Another fulfilling day. Good night, Makabaka! Sigh!"

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