Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

Chapter 438: Shen Lie Brand Nail Clipper
The moon was at its zenith, and Kamiya Kaori suddenly became nervous.

She gripped the samurai sword with increasing force, her knuckles turning white.

The blade slightly exposed from the sheath flashed a sharp light under the cold moon, like a silver phantom, as if it could tear through people's vision in an instant.

Just by seeing the action of drawing the sword, Tsuchimikado Motoharu felt his hair stand on end and cold sweat kept coming out on his forehead.

Being within the attack range of one of the most powerful female saints in the world, even if he wanted to avert his eyes, his will to survive would still make him unconsciously attracted to that sharp edge.

But this confrontation also made Tsuchimikado Motoharu realize that something was wrong.

With Stiyl unable to move, a battle here would most likely affect him.

This way of acting is totally inconsistent with Kamijou Kaori's style.

After all, the starting point of Kamijou Kaori's actions is the heart that cherishes her companions.

Although this weakness causes her to be a little fussy at times, it does not make her unable to make a decision when the situation is clear.

But Roland was not surprised by this scene.

"After all, he is a saint. If he gains power by imitating higher beings, he will inevitably be subject to corresponding constraints."

Although both are saints, Kamijou Kaori's existence is fundamentally different from Jeanne d'Arc's.

In the Type-Moon universe, there is no true Son of God.

But as a pioneer that transcends the universe, those traces of the past still formed the Christian culture that spans ancient and modern times, and formed a will similar to the black air.

Saints like Joan of Arc are essentially alternative Saints who are responsible for fulfilling their guardian duties.

Therefore, at certain critical moments, she can even get a certain script directly from revelation.

But the situation is different in the world of Toaru Majutsu no Index. Although the Crusades are extremely powerful, they have not given birth to their own demon god.

Therefore, the saints in Toaru Majutsu no Index are merely products born out of the idol theory based on the main beliefs of Christianity.

While the power of the main body is almost infinite, the power of the replica can also be retained to some extent.

Just as the cross of the church reproduces the cross on which the Son of God was crucified, so it also has a small amount of divine power.

The same is true for saints, because their natural structure is similar to that of the Son of God, and they are born with corresponding holy marks, so that they can also reproduce some of the power of the Son of God.

However, this kind of theory, similar to the heroic spirit being elevated through legends, is bound to have its own drawbacks.

For example, Vlad III was clearly the protector of Christianity, but after becoming a heroic spirit, he was distorted by pseudo-history such as Dracula.

While the saints have received this blessing, they cannot escape this limitation.

For example, he would be targeted by weapons that could restrain the Son of God, or... he would be unable to escape from an important mission.

"But because it's just a replica, the human part can more or less dilute this mission."

Roland explained slowly.

"But even so, I am still the beast of the apocalypse who will destroy the old world and the god who will usher in a new millennium."

"Even if it is a replica, considering the connection between the saint and the Christians, this strong instinct is probably at least at the level of a godslayer facing a disobedient god."

"It won't be easy to regain your sanity if you don't fight me properly."

Roland's tone was very calm, but the meaning in his words was so cold that it seemed to make the temperature of the surrounding environment drop to freezing point in an instant.

Weak, helpless, and pitiful.

This is how Motoharu Tsuchimikado feels at this moment, his teeth already starting to chatter.

There was a raging storm in his heart.

Although because he is both a magician and a person with special abilities, he is neither too high nor too low.

But if we ignore the cost of using magic, which may result in total collapse, Tsuchimikado's strength is not bad.

Before becoming a spy, he was also a genius Onmyoji, and mastered first-class fighting and assassination techniques. He can be said to be a multi-faceted high-level talent.

Even Steele only respected his choice to withdraw from the rescue operation instead of thinking that he did not have the ability to participate in the rescue.

He could sense that Roland had the power to kill him in an instant, leaving him no chance to resist.

After witnessing how the opponent easily used the primordial rune to cause Stiyl's brain to crash, Tsuchimikado Motoharu secretly raised his evaluation, believing that even if it was Kanzaki Kaori, he would only end up in defeat.

But unexpectedly, he was still wrong.

Roland's level of danger far exceeded that of any other existence he knew.

The beast of the apocalypse, shouldn't this concept be regarded as a false imagination? If it really exists in the world and has successfully taken on flesh, what is it going to do to the world?

Wait...I seem to have signed a contract with Roland. Will my soul not even be able to go to hell in the future?

Tsuchimikado Motoharu, who was still a Puritan, turned extremely pale.

But now Roland ignored his wailing. He stared at the beautiful figure of Kamiya Kaoru reflected in the blade and smiled as he made an invitation gesture.

"Then, Miss Kanzaki, you won't come to kill me?"

"..."

Kamiya Kaori raised her head slightly, the desire in her eyes was almost like a burning flame.

The original coldness, anger, hesitation, and all those complex and changeable emotions disappeared, and what replaced them was only excitement.

But it wasn't because of finding the path to happiness, or discovering the joy that comes naturally from the excitement of a loved one.

It was the look in his eyes, as if he had gotten what he wanted when he saw prey that was equal to the value of his life.

Kamiya Kaori could feel that the part of her body that belonged to the saint was becoming so excited that she couldn't control herself.

Unprecedented, incomparable, and unforgettable prey.

The strongest monster.

Supreme evil.

The supreme devil.

That is the inherent enemy of all saints, all human beings, and all life.

Even if he said nothing, his body seemed to come alive, and the madly boiling holy marks had already conveyed this will to the girl.

That is an instruction engraved in the instinct of the saint.

Normally, integrating the power of the stigmata would bring great burden and pain to the body, but at this moment, the stigmata seemed to be actively cooperating with her body.

If it weren't for the human part of her natural saintly physique that had been maintaining the balance, any other fanatical believer would have rushed forward and fought recklessly.

So what about yourself? How should you choose?

Kamiya Kaori clenched her teeth and her eyes flickered.

"Salvare000, lend a helping hand to those who cannot be saved."

The girl said her magic name.

There is no need to hesitate any longer.

She felt a violent fluctuation in Stiyl's aura, and was hampered by the many clinging iron birds, so she was forced to choose the side of her companions who could still be saved.

But in the final analysis, such an approach has only limited power.

Taking Stiyl and running away is indeed the best option, but this is undoubtedly equivalent to giving up Index who is still in Blue Dream Company.

Moreover, defeating the enemy in front of him is also a way to save Stiyl.

The Holy Scar cooperated with her so well that he even took the initiative to match her breathing frequency to release his power.

Everything in his eyes was clearly visible, and the power in his body was almost endless, both his mind and body were kept at the peak.

Full strength! That's right, the current Kamijou Kaori will not lose to this world.

Didn't the other party want her to kill him? Then just go ahead and kill him!

In an instant, the blade flashed like lightning.

"Seven flashes!"

Kamiya Kaori stepped on the tiptoes and instantly exceeded the speed of sound.

The girl's fingers tightly grasped the hilt of the knife and slowly brought it to her waist. With just a simple step, the air that could not resist was squeezed into a liquid pale white color. Seven invisible blades like a mirage arrived in front of the target at the same time.

However, even Kanzaki Kaoru could clearly see that Roland's gaze was following the invisible blades.

But the other party still stood there, without moving even a finger.

This calm and composed performance was in stark contrast to that of Tsuchimikado Motoharu, who was fleeing in panic using all four limbs.

The opponent's posture at this moment is not that of a big red dragon that can dye rivers blood red just by roaring. His body after incarnation is absolutely human.

This is the only point on which the female saint's intuition can give a positive answer.

And since they are human beings, they will definitely die if they are killed.

Putting oneself under the blade of a rampaging saint is arrogant and borders on stupidity, since the special attacks of both sides are relative after all.

Kamisaki Kaori frowned slightly in her heart. She didn't think that the beast of disaster that brought the end of the world in the Bible would be so unwise as to make the Holy Mark so excited.

Although she had a vague sense of foreboding in her heart, her countless glorious achievements in the past and her current excellent condition made her abandon this feeling. She rushed in front of Roland and slashed him down suddenly.

The next moment, blood splattered everywhere.

"Eh?"

Kamiya Kaori looked at the steel wire slowly tightening on the surface of her arm, her eyes full of surprise.

——The injured person is her?

"He actually used the sword-drawing technique to conceal that he was operating the wire. Would a saint be so clever?"

Roland raised his eyebrows and sneered as he looked at the steel wire that was constantly tightening around him but couldn't move forward at all.

"But, that's it? It can't even scratch me."

Like a kind and persuasive teacher, Roland slowly raised his head and let more wire wrap around him.

"Moreover, this trick is fine when used against the weak, but when used against the strong, it will only be used against you. If you don't even understand this, do you dare to challenge me?"

Roland sneered and moved his arms little by little.

As his movements became more and more violent, until the length of the wire was exhausted, this weapon that was powerful enough to split a building in half could only pounce on the user without asking for anything in return.

The front end of the steel wire, which was originally wrapped around Kamiya Kaori's hand for easy manipulation, instantly turned into a deadly chain.

Roland also raised the corner of his mouth with interest.

He did not launch an attack, but instead, like a tamer teasing a wild beast, he flexibly danced the steel wire wrapped around the two of them from time to time, adding scars to Kamisaki Kaori's body.

Blood beads as crystal clear as gems slowly flowed out from the wound, but the blade light wrapped around it was not satisfied yet, and went straight into the internal bones, wanting to cut the girl's body into seventeen pieces.

"Woo..."

As the blood was spilling, Kamiya Kaoru, who was in an extremely miserable state, also let out a groan due to the intense pain.

She could never imagine such a scene.

The body of a saint is extremely tough. Even with minimal defensive techniques, he can smash through a wall at supersonic speed and easily defeat ten thousand enemies alone.

In her fully activated state at this moment, she could survive even if she took a head-on attack that could destroy the city.

But even though she had all her stigmata activated, she was actually surpassed by Roland in the physical fitness competition?
No, now is not the time to be in a daze.

Although she found it hard to believe, Kamiya Kaori still made the most correct judgment.

She used her waist and legs to exert force one after another and leaned back sharply, trying to break free.

But this action only caused the steel wires bound around her to penetrate further into her body, creating long, narrow bloody wounds one after another.

But just as Kamiya Kaori had expected, when the wound was so deep that the bone was visible, even if it was strengthened, the special steel wire reached its limit of endurance.

Whether it was Roland at the end or Kamiya Kaoru at the head, it could not be shaken at all, but the wrestling between the two never stopped.

finally--

“Swish, swish, swish—bang!”

The steel wires wrapped around Roland and Kanzaki Kaori were tightened several times before breaking instantly, like beams of light, plowing deep grooves in the surrounding hard soil, flames, and steel wreckage.

"The battle between monsters..."

Tsuchimikado Motoharu carried Stiyl's body and ran away, staring at the scene behind him in amazement.

If he had not picked up Stiyl when he escaped, this genius magician would have been nothing more than a corpse in pieces at this moment.

Although the two people in the distance were already faintly visible black dots in his field of vision, he still did not dare to relax at all.

Because according to his understanding of the female saint, after getting out of trouble, the thought that flashed through her mind was definitely not retreat, but a more persistent one -

"Wei Shan!"

Kamiya Kaori's pupils suddenly dilated, her heart beat violently, and she exhaled hot breaths from her lungs. Then, the girl drew the sword in her hand without hesitation.

A sound like the roar of a dragon or a tiger rang out, but Kamiya Kaoru's face remained calm. She gently turned her right wrist, and in less than one hundredth of a second, she put the blade back into the sheath, and then pulled it out again.

It's not that she doesn't know the real sword-drawing technique. In fact, she actually has a special killing move in her hand that can be called a secret.

However, for a girl who is a saint and hates taking lives, there are not many opportunities and enemies to use the Wei Shan.

But now it's different.

Since her Seven Flashes, which she was so proud of before, were regarded as cleverness, she would put aside all worries and just strike with all her strength to kill the enemy!

Until her body was on the verge of collapse, until her body could no longer support it!
Along with the cry of cranes in the air, the sharp blade seemed to turn into a blurry phantom and sank straight into Roland's body like a stream of light.

The next moment, the earth was like waves on the sea. Under this extreme blow, the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters shattered and collapsed like a spider web.

But the cold knife mark was not satisfied yet, and it emitted a bloodthirsty buzzing sound without slowing down at all, like a deep meteor flashing in the night.

"Zheng——"

In the scattered smoke and dust, a huge bottomless crack expanded behind Roland with his previous position as the center point.

The incision was as smooth as a mirror. The buildings of Lanmeng Company were not spared. While their supporting points were cut off, they fell one after another into the crack that was like a huge mouth of an abyss, splashing up dust and smoke like a sandstorm.

Kamiya Kaoru let out a light breath, and ignoring the wound that had widened due to her previous action, she put her long sword back into its sheath.

This did not mean that she felt she had won; on the contrary, it was a preparation for her to launch a second attack at any time.

Judging from his performance just now, it is impossible for Roland to be defeated in this attack.

What kind of injuries she had left on the opponent after she had put all her strength into Wei Shan would undoubtedly have a profound impact on her subsequent combat strategy.

Sure enough, Roland exclaimed in admiration and quickly stretched out his hand from the smoke and dust.

But this simple action caused Kamiya Kaori's pupils to shrink violently.

She looked at the slender, white, flawless hand in disbelief. Her face was terribly pale and she looked as if she would die at any moment.

"Oh, this strike is quite good. Not bad. It deserves praise."

Roland walked out leisurely, slowly showing the girl the nail on his index finger that was missing a corner, with a playful smile on his face.

"——To the extent of nail clippers."

(End of this chapter)