At the same time.

In western Russia, on the snowfield not far from the territory of the Ilisarina Independence League, the blizzard has stopped.

The white snow covered the area within sight, making the temperature still very low. It felt like you would be frozen into ice water if you breathed it out, which was quite cold.

At this time, a quite loud voice sounded.

It was a sound like a car engine.

It's loud and doesn't even sound like an ordinary manned car, but a large truck.

On the white snow field, a convoy formed by several large vehicles was moving, and the important parts of the vehicles were strengthened with heavy metal, giving people a strong military intention.

That's not surprising.

Now that the war is in progress, it is not surprising that such things appear in Russia's territory.

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

It was a carriage drawn by a horse with two heads.

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

It is not a type of horse wearing armor or something, but a horse made entirely of metal.

As for the carriage, there is no wood or fabric, and it is also wrapped in a thick shell like Western armor.

If the person on the magic side is here, he will definitely be able to recognize the origin of the carriage.

————"Srepnia".

That was the gray war horse that Odin, the father of the gods in Norse mythology, rode on.

The war horse has eight legs. Legend has it that it can run faster than the wind, and can even gallop in the air, on the ground, and even in hell. Once there is war, the main god Odin will wear an eagle helmet and ride this eight-legged gray BMW to fight.

What is here is naturally not the legendary Srepnia, but the spiritual outfit of the Russian Adult Church created by imitating its myths.

The main purpose of this kind of spiritual equipment is to be used as a means of movement, and can load different parts for it according to its use.

For example, if you want to walk on water, you will install feet that are useful for this purpose.

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

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

Now, what is running on the snow field is Srepnia, which is loaded with feet dedicated to snow.

At this time, Srepnia, a total of four vehicles, escorted the convoy to the other side of the snowfield.

Among them, a Srepniari, the leader of this team is here.

The leader's name is Blansha-p-Alheinsk, and he is a magician of the Russian Adult Cult.

Sitting in a carriage covered with silver metal plates like armor and like worms, Brancha looked outside from the only gap in the carriage where he could see outside.

But Brancha didn't look at the ground, but the sky.

There, the sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

"call out----!"

Under the harsh stern sound, a large bomber flew past the sky at an astonishing speed.

Staring at the bomber that disappeared soon, Brancha gritted his teeth in hatred.

At the same time, in the carriage, a communication spiritual outfit also rang, and the voices of his companions who were traveling with Blanchard were heard.

"That's the bomber made by Academy City?"

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

"Even missiles can't catch up, right?"

"The air combat theory is not completely applicable to such monsters."

"Hateful school city."

The Russian Adult Magicians all made the same resentment sounds.

It’s not that Brancha couldn’t understand their feelings.

Because, he also felt very hateful.

"If it weren't for that kind of iron block, the fortress base of the Academy City would not have been built on our territory unscrupulously. It's so arrogant..."

Brancha whispered in this low voice.

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

If the bomber plays its original role, it should be to drop bombs in the air and turn wherever it passes into a sea of ​​fire.

The reason why it has not become like that is just because of moralism.

If you drop bombs on a country's territory indiscriminately and burn all innocent people to death, you will be criticized no matter what.

Although Russia unscrupulously launched intercontinental missiles, the Academy City seems to have more than enough to consider social moral issues, as if telling Russia that they are more than enough, which makes people feel hateful.

However, Brancha still suppressed his emotions.

"No matter which one is here, let's focus on completing the task."

As a Russian adult wizard, Bransha and his party are carrying out a shameful mission.

"In order to attack the Independent States League of Elisarina, we must also build a front-line base in this area, and our mission is to send away all the people living there."

Brancha said this, but his colleagues all laughed cruelly.

"Know, know."

"It has to be sent to a forced shelter for political prisoners, right?"

"After all, we are forcibly deprived of others of their place."

"You can't let these people return to society."

The magicians said unreasonable words in an unscrupulous tone.

But that's the truth.

In order to attack the Elisarina Independent States League, Russia did not hesitate to forcibly expel all the residents of the surrounding villages, occupying land to enclose the villages, and building a front-line base there.

Russia obviously did not take their lives seriously by the villagers who were forcibly expelled by the government.

Forced shelter for political prisoners.

I am afraid I will never be able to get out of such a place?

Now, Russian adult magicians are escorting these innocent villagers and sending them to the entrance to hell.

"We are magicians, and what we should do is not such rough work..."

Brancha couldn't help but mutter like this.

Send innocent villagers to concentration camps for political prisoners, and call such work a "rough work" cold-blooded magician.

This is the true face of the magician here.

Therefore, their disaster came.

"Um?"

At this moment, Brancha noticed.

In front of the motorcade, a figure stood on the snow, facing them.

The other party was wearing thin clothes that made people wonder if they would be frozen to death at any time, and a pure white sword was worn on his waist.

In just a moment, Brancha met the other person's eyes.

They were a pair of calm eyes like a quiet lake.

But such calmness made Blanchard's back stiff as if it was frozen.

"clatter…"

It was so slight that it was completely impossible to hear, but it was incredibly heard in my ears.

That was the movement caused by the other party putting his hand on the hilt of the knife.

"not good!"

Bransha's face changed drastically.

Immediately...

"choke----!"
Chapter completed!