at the same time.

In the western part of Russia, not far from the territory of the Independence Union of Elisarena, the snowstorm has stopped.

White snow covered the area of the field of view, so that the temperature still looks very low, feel casually blowing out of the breath will be frozen into ice water, quite cold.

Then a loud voice sounded.

It was like a car engine.

The sound was loud, and it didn’t sound like an ordinary manned car, but a large truck.

In the white snowfield, the convoy formed by several large vehicles is on the march, and important parts of the vehicle are also strengthened with heavy metal, giving people a strong military intention.

That's not to blame.

In the war, it is not uncommon for such things to appear in Russian territory.

However, in front and behind the convoy, there are suspicious things on both sides.

It was a horse with two heads.

Moreover, the horse is not a living horse, but a mechanical horse made of silver metal.

Not the type of horse wearing armor and the like, but a horse made entirely of metal.

As for the carriages, no wood and cloth were used, and the same heavy shell was wrapped in a heavy shell like a Western armor.

If the people on the magic side were here, they would be able to recognize the arrival of the carriage.

“Sruponia.”

It was the gray horse of Odin, the father of the gods in Norse mythology.

War Horse has eight legs, legend can run fast, and even in the air, the ground and even in hell to run arbitrarily, once there is war, the main god Odin will wear eagle helmets, riding this eight-legged gray BMW to fight.

The nature here is not the legendary Sruponia, but the Russian spiritual dress made of its myths.

This kind of spiritual assembly, the main purpose is as a means of movement, can be based on the different use, to load different parts for it.

For example, if you want to walk in water, it will contain the feet for this purpose.

For example, if you want to walk on the mud, it will contain parts that have the same effect.

Naturally, there are also components that can walk in the snow.

Now, the Mercedes in the snow is Slaponia, which is loaded with snow-specific feet.

At this time, a total of four Srupny escort the convoy, to the other side of the snow field.

One, a Srupniari, the team leader is here.

The leader, named Blanchetsk, was a magician from Russia.

Sitting in a carriage covered with silver metal plates like armor, like worms, Branshire looked out from the only one in the carriage that could see the gap outside.

It’s just that Blanchetha is not looking at the ground, but the sky.

There, the sharp sound of emptiness suddenly sounded.

“Oh—”

Under the harsh sharpness, a large bomber flew through the sky at an alarming rate.

Staring at the soon-to-be-disappeared bomber, Blanchard gnashed her teeth.

At the same time, in the carriage, a spiritual assembly for communication also sounded, and the voices of his companions who were traveling with Blancha were heard.

“It’s a bomber made in the city of the school, isn’t it?”

“I heard that the speed can exceed 7,000 kilometers per hour.”

“Even the missiles don’t follow you?”

“The theory of air combat does not apply to such a monster.”

“The Hateful City of the School.”

The magicians of Russian teachers each made the same sound of resentment.

Nor could Blanch understand how they felt.

Because he also feels very hateful.

"If it is not that kind of iron block, the fortress base of the school city will not be built in our country's territory without suspicion, and there is no one to see it."

Blanchard said so.

But in reality, they should be glad that the bombers are only now used for the purpose of transporting materials.

If the bomber plays its original role, it should be that the bomb is dropped in the air and the place of the pass is turned into a sea of fire.

It didn’t happen because of moralism.

If the indiscriminate bomb of a country's territory is burned to death, then it will also be criticized.

Although the Russian side is reckless and direct launch of intercontinental missiles, the school seems to have more than enough to consider the issue of social morality, as if they are telling Russia that they are more than enough, and they have to feel hateful.

But Blanchett still pressed her emotions.

"Let's focus on the completion of the task."

As a Russian magician, Blanchett is on a mission.

“In order to attack the Alliance of Independence of Elisaline, we must also build front-line bases in this area, and our task is to send away the people who live there.”

Blancha said so, but the colleagues gave some cruel laughter.

“Know and know.”

“You have to go to a forced shelter for political prisoners, right?”

“After all, we are the place where we are forcibly deprived of our bodies.”

"You can't let these people come back to society."

The magicians said in disapproving words, saying things that seemed incomprehensible.

But this is the truth.

In order to attack the Alliance of Independence of Elisaline, the Russian side was willing to forcibly expel the residents of the surrounding villages and occupy the circle village, and build a front base there.

And the villagers who were forcibly evicted by the government, Russia apparently did not take their lives seriously.

Compulsory shelters for political prisoners.

You’re in a place like that, you’re afraid you won’t be able to get out of the world, right?

Now, Russian magicians are escorting these innocent villagers to the entrance to hell.

“We are magicians, and what we should do is not such a rough job.”

Blanchard couldn’t help but mutter like that.

Send innocent villagers to a gathering camp for political prisoners, and call such work a "crude" cold-blooded sorcerer.

This is the true face of the magician.

And so their disaster came.

“Huh?”

At this point, Blanchard noticed.

In front of the Mercedes-Benz convoy, a figure stood in the snow, right in front of them.

The other person's body wears a thin dress that will be frozen to death at any time, and the waist is wearing a pure white knife.

Blancha looked at each other in a short moment.

It was a pair of calm eyes like a quiet lake.

But that calmness made Blancha’s back freeze as rigid as it was.

“Oh...”

Slightly impossible to hear, but the sound of an incredible incoming ear sounded.

It was the movement of the other side to put his hand on the handle of the knife.

“Not good!”

Branshy's face changed sharply.

Turn around...

“Ow—”

The cold light crossed the sky.