Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

In the headset, the team's scout reported to the captain in an orderly manner.

Kojima Kawan pressed two fingers against his ears, turned his face to the side, and said softly:

"The code name is Spider."

"Continue to observe and narrow the encirclement."

The battle is about to begin.

Kojima Kawan hid quietly in the weeds that were almost as tall as a person. As the "spider" attacked in the distance, a steady stream of analysis was transmitted into his ears through the headphones.

The recorder listened and wrote down the data in a notebook.

"Second judgment, the target spider does not have the ability to strengthen its body."

"Age approximately 18 to 24, female."

"The energy level is not higher than the origin."

"The barrier master has taken action!"

"All the ghouls..."

Zila Zila.

"Reporting...disruption..."

"Shut down...electronic communications, start..."

Zila Zila.

Silence.

Kojima was a little nervous.

Although he spoke eloquently at the meeting and made a firm promise to the minister, when he really faced a world-class top ritualist, he could still feel a slight stinging sensation on his face.

The other party seems to have the passive biological attitude of the alien monsters in science fiction and fantasy movies...which will make people who get close to them feel uncomfortable.

It's like natural racial oppression.

嗏

There is no way out.

If he doesn't hold on to Junichiro Shimoda's legs, he will never be able to surpass Bai Ju.

The encrypted communication channel was silent as powerful mysterious string waves interfered with electronic communication equipment.

Kojima looked at his watch.

He was ready to give the signal.

After all, as official ritualists, they had fought against too many mysterious and strange chaotic creatures, and signal shielding, electronic interference and the like were already commonplace. This would not have any effect on them.

Kojimakawa reached for his waist and gestured behind him.

Prepare--

Snapped.

Click.

After a crisp snap of fingers, pieces of glass cracked in the field of vision, squeaking and squeezing the space while making tiny noises.

Click, click.

more and more dense.

Click!

The entire space was like a fragile mirror that was smashed head-on by a solid, heavy stone!

There are cracks all over the space!

At the same time, countless dark figures rushed towards the target with guns raised!

boom--

Explosion!

"do not move!"

"Don't move! Put your hands on your head!"

"lay down your weapon!"

Following the shouts and flames, Kojima Kawana suddenly jumped out like a cheetah that had locked onto its target!

Following closely behind were ten black figures!

"Don't move! Ritualists of the Order of the Kinkou! Put down your weapons!"

Countless black gun muzzles were pointed at the two figures in the circle.

"Boundary Master! Put down your weapons!"

Mori Yuesha spread her hands strangely: "I didn't take anything..."

"lay down your weapon!"

"I have nothing..."

"lay down!"

"I do not…"

"put--"

Mori Yuesa was so angry that she threw the only half piece of chocolate left in her hand on the ground!

Agatsuma Yuno looked at the special police surrounding her in surprise. She was stunned for a few seconds, then she pushed Mori Yuesha with her waist:

"Yeah, I'm going to be caught."

Mori Tsukisa stared at the chocolate on the ground: "Are you scared Yuno?"

"Hey, of course, Master of the Barrier." Agatsuma Yuno stared at the dark muzzles of the guns around her and said jokingly, "Otherwise, why don't you run away first?"

As she spoke jokingly, the girl lowered her hood to cover her light pink hair. She moved her body a few times, barely covering her moonlit nightgown. Then she silently clenched the axe handle in her hand, bent over, and tensed her thighs.

This is a precursor to an attack.

Facing countless guns.

"Yuesha...should be able to escape?" The girl turned her head and finally showed worry in her barely audible tone. "I will attack first, Yuesha will run..."

Mori Yuesha raised the corner of her mouth, her inky black hair was immersed in the darkness, floating and blooming, like a fairy born from drinking the moon.

She leaned over to Yuno Gasai and whispered in her ear: "I will tell you the secret you have always been curious about today."

Chapter 63 One Percent of Absurdity

"secret…"

Agatsuma Yuno was a little at a loss.

After spending every day together, the perceptive girl could indeed often sense that something was wrong with Mori Tsukisa, but just like Tsukisa did not ask about her own rituals, Agatsuma Yuno never intended to explore the secrets she was hiding.

But at such a dangerous moment today, suddenly, all the mysteries will be revealed by such a ridiculous joke?

But on second thought, if this is Mori Yuesha’s secret… then it means that I am indeed making progress, right?

When Agatsuma Yuno's uneasy heart calmed down a little, her hand subconsciously relaxed and the axe handle was immediately snatched away by Mori Yuesa.

"Moon veil?"

"You don't need this~" The light green thumb and index finger picked up the heavy, blood-stained fire axe and swung it a few times, then threw it far away like a water bottle.

Agatsuma Yuno opened her palm and clenched it. The veins on the thin back of her hand were faintly visible: "Too weak..."

"I'm too weak."

"If it weren't for this, Yuesha wouldn't have to—"

The voice from behind the white bone mask began to become dark and sharp: "I thought that after becoming a ritualist, I could protect you..."

"At least I can be with you."

Unexpectedly, under the black muzzle of the gun, she was still overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness, just like when she was unable to protect herself from her adoptive parents who were infected by chaos.

Cold guns, dense bullets, how many can you block even with your own flesh and blood?

This is the second time.

Agatsuma Yuno had a feeling that Mori Tsukisa was not on the same track as herself. Every time she tried to move towards the girl, the other party had already gone further away inadvertently.

She already had a preliminary understanding of the difficulty and absurdity of the ritualist's promotion, but even so, the other party was still standing far away on the top of the mountain, as if she had walked effortlessly through the dangerous thorny road on the way up the mountain.

I feel like I'm the protagonist...

——Alas, if Yuesha was as "weak" as me, facing countless gunshots, we should have died together in each other's arms at this moment, right?

——If this is the case, then it is "eternity"...

——How terrible…

——A little eager.

"The protagonist?" Looking at the dazed girl, Morizuki Sami leaned sideways and bumped Agatsuma Yuno with her shoulder.

A few strands of her pink hair were blown on the mask. Mori Tsukisa picked them up and put them back into the hood, her emerald nails scratching across Yuno Agatsuma's cold mask, as if she was caressing her face - just like the goddess who had been longing for a long time, finally cast a compassionate look at the believers one day.

Under the mask, Yuno Agatsuma shook her head tremblingly and hid her dark thoughts back in the corner.

Feeling Mori Yuesha's fingertips moving across her mask, she suddenly came alive, and her blood flowed like living water in her veins, dispelling the cold.

Agatsuma Yuno raised her voice: "It's nothing. Yuesha protected me again."

Mori Yuesa looked at her thoughtfully and turned to face Kojima Kawai.

"Boundary Master, I am the captain of the second team affiliated with the official ritual center."

"Kojima-gawa."

"And then?" The girl nodded with a bored look on her face, standing on tiptoes, moving back and forth, sometimes high and sometimes low, her little head swaying left and right, as if she was trying to look at the people around her from different perspectives, like a casual and active ballet dancer.

Kojima Kawan paused, a bad premonition coming over him.

“We came here with the good intention of cooperation.”

Mori Tsukisa took Agatsuma Yuno's hand, and her voice floated in the evening breeze.

"bona fide?"

"You mean these guns?"

The guns were still pointed at the two men without moving.

"This is already part of our goodwill." Kojima Kawan narrowed his eyes, "Your sect's recent actions are all under our control."

Whether it was based on facts or speculation, the man pointed out each one, implying that he had mastered all their actions.

The two figures in the encirclement remained silent.

"Do you know what this behavior is?" Kojima's eyes flickered: "Lynching is illegal."

"Repel chaos and maintain order. If this is your goal, I personally agree with it."

"But the premise is that it must be under legal circumstances."

In the encirclement, Mori Yuesha took a small step forward. The twisted and intertwined figures blended together with countless fragments, just like the virtual image in a kaleidoscope after being reflected many times by a prism, making it impossible for curious people to find its true nature.

It was a silent, gorgeous, and false shadow.

Kojima-kawa cautiously touched the holster on his waist: "All ritual participants must be managed by the government. Private associations are not allowed."

"After discussion with our superiors, we decided to give you..."

"A chance to make amends." The man leaned forward, raised his eyebrows, and tried to show his pressure: "Join the ritual center and let the officials assign you tasks."

"We will provide logistical supplies, and you will also have legal status—"