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Chapter 286 Slicing and Juicing, Eating and Drinking

Under the blinding light, a huge alien monster emerged from the void. As enemies of humanity, it obeyed the young female alchemist before it.

Alca-noises are more peculiar than regular noises. Some are small, moving on the ground in the shape of transparent teardrops; others are humanoid, with huge pincers, capable of spitting out substances that decompose everything; and still others are large, resembling octopuses or jellyfish.

Regardless of the type, they are all killing tools that can transform their entire bodies. For those afflicted by the "Balal Curse," there is no difference. With their instant-death mechanism, they can kill any human with just a light touch. Both "masters" and "disciples" must avoid their sharp edge.

Being surrounded in this way is basically a dead end.

On that day, people were reminded once again of the fear of being dominated by noise.

During the concert, he was in such a hurry to save people that he killed them all without looking carefully. Now that he has taken a closer look, Jacques doesn't feel scared at all. Instead, he feels that these scumbags are not only funny-looking, but also somewhat familiar.

These things might look somewhat similar to disc-shaped creatures.

He stretched out his hand and gestured twice towards the plump, juicy Alca-noise, his fingers forming a knife-like shape as he struck a bizarre, bird-like pose. Carol could vaguely hear him muttering something:
"Should we juice first, slice first, or do we do it all at once?"

Carol found it hard to understand why this man named "jagi" dared to be so confident.
To call him an alchemist is an understatement; his muscles are enormous (referring to his physique), and that pose...

A strange thought suddenly occurred to her—could he be planning to fight Alca-noise with his bare hands?
If Jagi knew, he'd definitely say things like, "Unlimited hand-drawn sword flashes, don't you even know what you're talking about?" and "Hands are the best tool in the world!"

However, to deal with an alchemist, one must use the alchemist's methods.

Since you've said you'd execute, then execute.

Jagi took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and then rubbed them up and down. A metallic scraping sound, like swords clashing, rang out, and blue sparks flew out, sweeping up like a storm.

"Nan Dou Ma Chunhua!"

With a shout, he leaped into the air, arms outstretched, like a phoenix pouncing on its prey. As he landed, his arms cut a cross shape in mid-air.

Amidst the sharp whistling of the wind, the cross-shaped slash unleashed by the surge of battle aura caused the space to tremble violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment, and violently turbulent.

"Buzz!"

Accompanied by the sound of wind and cutting, it whistled and made a vertical cut, passing straight through Alca-noise's body.

It should be noted that in the Nandou Phoenix Fist lineage of a certain blond slick-back-haired man, there is no move called "Nandou Ma Chunhua," but only a "Nandou Exploding Star Wave" which sounds quite pleasant when misheard.

The two-handed slashes cleanly and swiftly passed through the bodies of the Alca-noises, cutting through the wall behind them with undiminished momentum.

“Crack—!”

A cracking sound rang out, and the dark wall shattered instantly, sending a large amount of rubble flying and creating a violent shockwave, but there was hardly any dust.

The cross-shaped beam of light, seemingly unstoppable, swept along a straight line, traversing layer upon layer of labyrinthine city walls. The magnificent city of Tiforias, with its seemingly endless buildings, was cleaved apart by the incredibly sharp cuts and disappeared into the far distance.

From the first broken opening in the wall, one can see all the way to the void outside the castle.

Faced with such a terrifying slash, this word popped into the blonde girl's mind.

“Idiot…” She felt neither any elemental fluctuations nor the fluctuations of the relics, and Alca-noise’s appearance proved this—the surging monsters made strange noises and continued to attack him without any decline in function.

In other words, no matter how powerful this guy's fists are, they are still just the fists of a mortal, and he has no chance of winning against her.

However, the otherworldly phoenix's fist is not as simple as the alchemist thought.

Jagi landed on the ground, turned around, and smiled again:
"I'll ask you one more time: Will you save the world?"

Snap! He snapped his thumb and middle finger together.

The dozens of Alca-noises behind them froze as if they had heard a command.

The next instant, they moved and were neatly sliced ​​apart, just like tofu blocks about to be made into Mapo Tofu. They were cut into four pieces, separated from each other, slid up and down, and fell to both sides.

Then, the fragments turned into tiny red powder and disappeared one by one.

It dealt massive damage with a delay, just like eating and drinking.

"Saving the world...?"

After the initial shock, a blush of anger appeared on Carol's delicate and beautiful face. She had only dealt with a few scumbags, yet she was already so arrogant!
"What's the point of trying to save the world if you can't even see it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Carol raised her eyelids, a flash of hatred, anger, and sadness passing through her eyes. Her eyes, filled with intense madness, were fixed on Jagi, and then she suddenly spoke.

"Alas, the canon of the end is played here."

The grand, angelic song transformed into tangible power—

The light tore through the clothing like aggressive threads, and purple armor replaced the alchemist's witch's outfit. Four-colored rhombus-shaped gems representing earth, fire, water, and wind were embedded in the crown-like headdress, and behind her were unfolded strings. The short skirt armor could only barely cover a little, exposing large areas of her fair skin.

But what's most shocking is that her figure has suddenly transformed from that of a young girl to that of a mature woman, and her cold yet angry expression only adds to her charm.

"Carol Mars Dingheim's alchemy exists to destroy the world and complete the Apocalypse of All Things. May your delusions of saving the world vanish along with you!"

As an alchemist, she did not use the Symphogear system, but rather a heretical technology called the Faust Robe.

Dur da Blá Uaithne

—The harp of Dagda, the god in Celtic mythology, is a relic used by Carol Mars Dingheim's Faustian Robe. Carol usually keeps it in another dimension and only takes it out in battle.

"I am the Slayer of Miracles! I will annihilate all miracles in the world!"

Fourteen layers of alchemical arrays lit up in front of the hands that were playing with purple gloves, releasing boundless magical elements. In a tenth of an instant, they were converted into pure wind and fire, transforming into two roaring tornadoes that then poured out.

With incredible speed, it slashed at the Hokuto-onna in front of him.

What greeted them was a hand that had already been raised.

(End of this chapter)