A minute ago, the bustling streets were still bustling with people and cars, but just after turning a corner, the streets were deserted in the blink of an eye. There was no one on the sidewalks, motorway, or even on the overpass. The shops and office buildings on both sides of the street also turned off their lights early. People seemed to be driven by some will and hurried away from here.

The dark blue night sky was dotted with stars, and the full moon in the center cast a hazy glow. On the wide streets, the street lamps cast a bright light, and apart from the sound of Duke's footsteps, you could hear a pin drop. The depressing atmosphere was like walking in a cemetery in the wilderness, and the eerie silence made people's scalps numb.

Duke had a constipated look on his face, and walked to the nearby electric pole in a tangled manner, peeling off a small advertisement the size of a sticky note. There was no old Chinese doctor or unspeakable secrets, nor was there any professional sewer dredging, only very simple magic runes.

The runes drawn with just a few strokes had weak magic power and limited influence on reality, not enough to disperse the huge crowd on the street. But the ruthless people who posted the advertisements would not stop until they achieved their goal, and they posted the advertisements all over the street.

The walls of shops along the street were covered with advertisements, even bus stops and public toilets. Duke was shocked by the crazy attitude and couldn't help but sigh: Who the hell is so boring! "Click!"

The lighter lit a faint flame, and in the shadows where the street lamps could not illuminate, a two-meter-tall red-haired priest strolled out, puffing smoke from a cigarette.

Otherwise, how can we say that people who believe in religion are rich? He was wearing a low-key and luxurious black church coat inside, a cape with gold threads outside, silver rings on all ten fingers, and golden earrings on his ears. Perhaps because he was afraid that others would not know that he had money in his pocket, he deliberately unbuttoned the first button on his collar, revealing a large, shining gold chain.

At the same time, at the end of the street one kilometer away.

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But the next second, he didn't think so. Water came from nowhere and flowed out from the flames. While putting out the fire, it quickly cooled the asphalt. Thick steam obscured his vision. When the fog dissipated, he found Duke standing there intact.

"Its name is Yan! Its job is sword!"

"What?" Stiyl was stunned.

"When a magician announces the name of his magic, it means there will be no mercy." Stiyl's eyes flashed, and murderous intent slowly dissipated, igniting raging flames around him, stirring the air and twisting it.

“Show yourself! Devour my body and transform it into power! Your name is—The Witch Hunting King!”

"So you're still a teenager. I'm so sorry!" Duke put on a serious look, stared at Stiyl, and warned sincerely: "Young man, there is one thing I have to remind you."

"Did I go too far?" Stiyl covered his face and said with a headache. Duke's sharp sarcasm made him kill without paying attention, and now he regretted it.

"While bringing peace and happiness...it also eliminates the cold and dark fate..."

"Smoking causes impotence!"

…

Stiyl lit another cigarette, took a puff, and said arrogantly: "Before the battle over there is over, you just stay here honestly. In order to avoid unpleasant things, please get some sleep first. Well, if you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck. Who told you to break in?"

"Its meaning is - must kill!"

A ball of blazing flames ignited, and in an instant, a heat wave rose to the sky. Stiyl held the compressed flame in one hand and swung it down fiercely. Under the traction of the pulling force, the flame turned into a long whip-like column of fire. The smell of burning in the air could be smelled from a distance. The fire wave submerged Duke's position. The temperature exceeded 3,000 degrees, melting the asphalt road. Black hot mud flowed on the ground. In the blazing fire, the pungent black smoke rolled and covered the sky.

"One more question! Can the barcode on your face... scan the retail price?"

"You misunderstood, I'm just an ordinary researcher, not a person with super powers." Duke shook his head. He was indeed not a person with super powers.

There must be benefits after a war... there must be a holiday! Why was this iron rule broken? Did the crew of Toaru Majutsu no Index run out of money, or were they in a hurry to get a release date? "Hey, hey, I'm talking to you! Give me some reaction!"

Stiyl secretly vowed to learn from his failure in the battle with the young Kamijou. He mixed the advertisements with the fire rune and pasted them all over the street, even in the sewers and bushes. With sufficient preparation, he didn't believe that he would be defeated as miserably as last time.

"It's a rare opportunity to meet someone with super powers that can use water. I wanted to play with you, but my companions have probably already finished the battle. I don't like waiting for people, nor do I like to make others wait for me. In order to avoid her complaints, let's make a quick decision!" Stil was immediately very proud of himself after successfully summoning the trump card. No matter how mature he looked, he was only a 14-year-old boy after all.

"Fortis931!" Stiyl grinned and made a chuunibyou declaration of victory: "This is my magic name! If you want to fight, you must use a magic name that represents killing. By the way, my magic name means 'strongest'!"

"Yeah?"

"You mean water and fire can't coexist?" Duke flipped his hand and blew away the hot air around him.

“…”

A big gold chain, a small watch, and a pair of sunglasses, and he can eat barbecue three times a day! With a prematurely aged uncle's face, Stiyl Magnus took a deep puff of the cigarette in his hand, enjoying the pleasure left after the nicotine filtered through his lungs. After about three or five seconds, he put out the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt aside, and said to Duke: "You are not an ordinary person because you are not affected by the idler dispelling rune. Let me guess, you are the so-called superpower, right?"

"How old are you? I think you're about thirty, judging by your appearance."

Stiyl was skeptical when he heard this. He touched the bruises on his face and thought of a hedgehog-head who claimed to be powerless. He subconsciously asked, "You are not a superpowered person, but you can ignore the effects of runes... Do you have a right hand that can invalidate magic?"

"That is the light of grace that nurtures life, and also the light of punishment that punishes evil..."

"What? What do you want to say?" Seeing Duke's serious expression, Steele also became serious.

"Asshole! I'm only 14 years old!" Being touched in the sore spot, Steele jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

“That’s great!”

As Stiyl chanted the spell, the flames of more than 3,000 degrees were compressed and condensed, and a humanoid monster as black as ink emerged from the wave of flames. On the surface of the highly compressed black body, a bright red flame coat was burning.

"We're sure to win!" Steele chuckled.

Stiyl, who was good at fire magic, recited the spell without hesitation and used his most proud magic - Hunting the Witch King! "One of the five elements that make up the world, the great ancestor of fire!"

Seeing how often Steele smoked one pack after another, Duke estimated that he smoked at least three packs a day, and couldn't help but ask, "Forget about sleeping, I don't make appointments. Before that, can you answer a few questions for me?"

"I'd like to, but I haven't."

"I knew that people without abilities are not ordinary people!" Stiyl spat with contempt and said coldly: "I didn't expect your ability is water. No wonder I felt uncomfortable when I first saw you."

“…”

I will definitely not lose this time!

Duke remained silent. He never expected that after he had dealt with the fantasy beast in the morning, the magician would follow in the evening.

"That's really amazing!" Duke replied lightly, and his indifferent attitude completely angered the rich priest.

Kamijou fell on the cold road covered in blood, his invincible right hand was powerless to open, cut by the sharp weapon and bloody. The magic saint Kanzaki Kaori, who followed the pornographic book to the Academy City, lifted a two-meter-long black sword with one hand, and placed the scabbard against Kamijou's chest.

Just now, the young Kamijou was pinned to the ground by his backup harem. The Imagine Killer who could deny all unrealistic things encountered Kanzaki Kaori's magic that was more focused on fighting techniques, and was defeated miserably. He was suppressed from beginning to end and could not make any waves.

"It's over. You don't stand a chance! You and Index have only known each other for four days. It's amazing that you've done this for her!"

"How can it end like this!" The young boy stubbornly grasped the scabbard in front of his chest, feeling like a towering mountain pressing down on him. He struggled to get up but was unable to move.

(End of this chapter)