Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint Chapter 279

EP.280 A Blessed Country, a Cursed Human – 3

Captain AB closed his eyes and performed his unique magic. Dozens of vines stretch out in all directions. The morning glory vines, which did not differentiate between the walls and the ceiling, eventually reached the signalman.

The signalmen were in a state of mind closed to the unprecedented situation, but Captain Abbey patiently touched them. Eventually, the signal soldiers unleashed their own magic and synchronized with Captain Abbey.

‘Communication request from radio operator Ivy.’

‘Correspondent Ivy is a person of interest who led the enemy to this place. I reject it.’

‘An objection. If you have the means to explain the current situation to her, this module should collect it.’

While the other side was confused, Captain AB conveyed his strong will through his unique magic.

‘Correspondent Ivy demands! This is a state of emergency for you and the military at this time! Go back to your respective rooms as soon as possible and respond to the communication!’

Attunement magic is reciprocal. If you affect one side, the other side is bound to be affected as well.

However, those who have clear subjectivity are not swayed by trivial influences. Captain Abbey steadily encroached on the signalman. The signalmen returned to their respective rooms following Captain Abbey’s orders. It seems that the

[Ab!]

communication reached Aimeder as well. Historia grabbed Aimeder, who seemed to be running toward her, and stretched out. Two shots were fired at Aimeder’s face. Aimeder missed the timing while defending his face with his wings.

good. It looks like you’re wary of Captain Abbey.

“Then what am I going to do to wait for Captain Abbey to finish his job?”

take the time All I can do is always do that….

In the middle of muttering self-deprecatingly, the angel’s wings swayed unnaturally. For a moment, I wondered if a plump, white feather would fly this way.

A cowardly ranged attack? Maybe it was the wings that moved, so I couldn’t figure it out even with mind reading!

I was caught off guard and hesitated, but Aji jumped up like a thunderbolt and grabbed the feather. Aji, who landed nicely, chewed on the soft feathers and barked triumphantly.

“bruise!”

“…well done Ajiya.”

I can’t fight against that one, but I can bite my feathers again. After all, he is also the king of beasts. I praised him sincerely for the first time in a while, and Aji exclaimed vigorously.

“Leave it to me! go!”

“Don’t rush. If I go too quickly, I will die.”

“bruise? can’t die! live!”

“You speak well. Even though you don’t even fight an angel…”

“Losing!”

I almost got angry, but if you think about it rationally, you’re right. I know. It’s just that I can’t fight either.

Still, I think I can help you otherwise. Even if you don’t have strength, use your wisdom.

Unfolded the Queen of Heaven. There is an ugly hole in the middle of this precious fabric that saved me from the angels. It hurts my stomach because it’s a waste, but now is the time to use this as an opportunity.

He took out a card with his left hand and turned it into a skewer. I grabbed the skewer and dug a hole. At the same time, the right hand contained magic power. I tried an extremely abbreviated alchemy by drawing Yeon Seong-jin in blue light.

“set. lee. alke.”

Cut the fabric queen around the hole. He pressed the square-cut queen of cloth with all his might and rolled it into a circle. The skill of rolling magic vinegar was still the same, so the Queen of Cloth was dried quite firmly.

A very, very basic alchemy that only changes the form of matter while leaving the structure of matter as it is. The shape is crude, but this is enough for Historia to use.

“Lea! receive!”

I threw the rolled up cloth queen to Historia. Historia, who had escaped from Aimeder at just the right time, reached out her hand and took it back without even looking.

Historia muttered after confirming what was in her hand.

“…A magical plant?”

“It’s a bullet! Shoot!”

Historia’s guns do not adhere to standards. Her gun doesn’t need gunpowder to explode by compressing the stoma, and even if it doesn’t match the size of the muzzle, it can be pushed in and fired.

『No way!』

Eimeder attacked as if he would not even give him a chance to reload. Four wings attack from all sides.

But Historia’s loading is just as special as her shooting. He flicked the bullets with his fingers and jumped into the air to dodge the attack. While jumping, he even performed a feat of snatching a bullet with the muzzle. The bullet goes through the muzzle and goes inside.

It is a reload of strength that can only be seen in the days when muskets were used. Historia’s pistol already had several bullets in it, but I ignored the order and loaded the bullets I made.

『To think that something that originated from the ground took its feet off the ground…! That’s ridiculous!]

The wings chase Historia. It is a speed that is difficult to grasp with the naked eye. Now that he has jumped into the air, he can never escape.

However, if he had intended to avoid it, he would not have jumped into the air in the first place.

Even though she didn’t know what I was giving her, Historia trusted my bullets. Was it the calculation that he couldn’t win anyway? Or did you trust me too much? From the beginning, I was waiting for the bullet with a lot of air in the gun.

Now that you have the bullets, all you have to do is shoot them. Historia naturally pointed the gun at her.

“Shoot!”

Tuung. I don’t know if it’s because it’s made of cloth, but this time the gunshot was dull. The rolled cloth is sucked into the angel’s wings. The protruding feather collides with the bullet.

At that moment, a white light burst out.

Cloth Queen A precious fabric that absorbs light on the inside and reflects light on the outside. Bullets made from it cut through the angel’s light and scattered it in all directions.

The bullet, which completely blew off one of the wings, slipped out of the way and hit the ceiling. Now the angel only had five wings.

It’s a success. Just five more steps to make!

When a faint smile forms on my lips.

[Legends…]

New wings sprouted from behind the angel’s back. I mumbled in dismay.

“What kind of a liar am I? That’s a real scam.”

The angel turned his head towards me and growled, as if he was quite annoyed at having his wings torn off.

『A tool of humanity without any mystery…!』

“No, Huey! Enough of this! Even this…! Ugh!”

Aimeder followed up to Historia, who was desperately shouting. It attacked like a frenzy, smashing walls and floors violently with its wings.

‘If it’s just to distract the light for a moment, there might be a possibility! just three feet! As long as it’s enough to use my logic! Because zeroing is always right…!’

good. How many more do you think you need? Three more is enough!

Busy playing with your hands The skill of rolling magic bullets did not go anywhere, and three bullets were prepared in an instant. I estimated the movements of Aimeder and Historia and threw a bullet in the direction Historia retreated. It was easy for me, a reader of thoughts, to predict Historia’s movements.

Just in time for that, Historia pulled herself out. When I put my center of gravity back to catch the bullet I threw.

『Shallow. You can see it clearly.”

At that time, Aimeder spread his wings wide. The angel’s body stood tall in the air, turned sharply, and aimed at me.

Oh, are you saying that they are aiming for supply instead of combat units? Also an angel of the kingdom. The strategy is also militaristic.

oh then me What happened?

While I was hesitant, Aimeder lunged at the ground with fearsome speed, scraping through the ground with his wings. Aji’s hair stood on end.

“day off!”

Realizing this, Historia grabbed the bullet and hurriedly chased after the angel. However, Historia has no wings, and the angel only gradually drifts away.

That was all she could do, so Historia aimed her loaded gun. however.

‘It’s just wings…’

Angel wings extend from behind. Even more so, the uppermost wing covers his back, probably out of concern for Historia. Historia’s oblique line has only wings.

‘You shouldn’t shoot… no. It’s all about breaking a wing.’

Historia’s thoughts run fast. enemy far away. visible etc. gun in hand. opponent to protect. In a situation of crisis, Historia’s concentration reached its peak.

But…

‘I can’t.’

The pendulum of thoughts gradually leans toward despair. The outstretched hand is useless. The enemy moves, but Historia’s hands do not know how to move.

‘You still have to shoot. If you don’t shoot Huey dies. But how?’

There’s no answer. It’s hopeless. There is no strength in the hand holding the gun. The shaky gunpoint was reflected in her field of vision.

‘…stronger when not shooting. Because the enemy is wary of my bullets.’

do not shoot Historia had a lot of fun with that strategy when dealing with Yeong-Gwe. Yeonggue avoided coming into Historia’s line of fire, and thanks to that, Historia was able to gain the upper hand as if holding a sword with an invisible blade.

‘You still have to shoot. After all, my bullets will be fired someday, so I’m vigilant.’

Not shooting is stronger. But you have to shoot.

contradiction.

It is impossible with Ichiro.

However, the last of the Geongon Supervision. Li (離) arrives at reason. Even by twisting the logic of the world, the contradiction is achieved.

It is different from unique magic. The unique magic that overlays the world with new rules of one’s own image is, so to speak, a declaration to the world. It publishes new rules and puts everyone under its rule.

However, Li (離) is a compulsion to compare. It is a terribly childish passion that swarms toward the world and makes one exception out of all prizes.

In the contradiction, an image passed through Historia’s mind.

regressor. Shay. An absolute strongman who wielded an invisible sword and freely wielded space. Lengthening and shortening the length of the sword to his heart’s content, he shot sword energy like a gun.

‘His invisible sword…’

At the moment of desperation, Historia recalled the image of the heavenly sword, the angel of heaven.

Historia slightly adjusted her gun. The gun was not pointed at the angel. He was aiming for the right shoulder of the angel slightly above him.

If you shoot like this, it will miss. However, Historia, seized with a strange sense of exaltation, shot towards it.

The bullet was ‘not fired’.

But Historia apparently ‘shot’.

Reason is twisted in contradiction. Cracks form in the air. The bullet did not fly away, but it achieved all the results it could produce.

Historia felt the touch of her sixth sense. Now, her bullet must have ‘reached’ somewhere. Historia bit her teeth and brandished her pistol. For a relatively light pistol, I feel a heavy sense of resistance. It is as heavy as wielding a knife with a blade that is 100 meters long.

wield one

The gun that Historia stuck in was not black. The incomprehensible thing that reached in contradiction cut the reason as it is.

bayonet rifle.

When I came to my senses after reading the far-flung exhilaration that Historia felt, it was just after the angel with three of its right wings had been ripped off spun around and crashed into the wall.