Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

"So if I go to Tachibana's world to perform a mission at this time, can the birth world keep time still?"

【this……】

It seems that some calculations and integrations have been carried out, and the light of the stone leaf flickered for a moment, and then there was an apologetic and ashamed tone from the terminal.

[Sorry, the terminal can only adjust the time scale for you as much as possible. As long as you can guarantee to complete the task within two weeks, the terminal can guarantee that when you return to the plane of birth, at most three hours will pass. 】

"A divine disaster...will it happen soon?"

[It's hard to define, but judging from the courtyard's historical data, the terminal believes that three hours will not prevent the agent from participating in the task of birthing the world in time. 】

Zheng Yi nodded slightly when he heard this.

Large-scale team tasks do not mean that Zheng Yi has to shoulder all the independent tasks alone, and the critical situation will not happen immediately in three hours. In addition, apart from Zheng Yi, there are four trustworthy old-fashioned agents in this world. In terms of urgency, Tachibana's side is obviously more urgent.

Then there is no need to hesitate.

Zheng Yi stood up.

If the disaster in his own world is imminent, Zheng Yi can't say whether he will be shaken by it.

But if there is enough time to buffer, then Zheng Yi will not hesitate any longer.

He didn't want to live up to the agreement with Tachibana.

[It seems that you have already made a choice. 】

"Well, please help me with the TM-2 mission."

After moving his shoulders, Zheng Yi climbed up the stairs and walked towards the stone gate that began to restrain its brilliance.

"Two weeks is enough."

[The registration of task TM-2 is completed, and the transfer operation will be carried out next. Before the transfer, please confirm that there are no omissions and that you are ready. 】

He patted himself on the cheek twice, the sound was as loud as slapping himself, Zheng Yi raised his head and stared at Shi Zhifei.

"Before I go, I have a question."

【Speaking. 】

"If it happened in our own world of birth, is the agent still acting as a projection during the mission?"

【… If you want to go all out, the terminal won't stop you. 】

"That's it."

Nodding with a smile, Zheng Yi stretched his waist, and the remaining solemnity and worry on his face were swept away.

Just like when he first stepped on the road of agent, the boy showed a hearty and clean smile towards the gate leading to another world.

"I'm ready."

[Confirm the representative's wishes, and carry out the transfer operation... The transfer begins. 】

[I wish you all the best. 】

He gave a thumbs up.

"I'm leaving!"

——

Graham, made of earth and stone, nearly three meters high, is like two high walls rising from the ground, with the waist-thick arms of an adult man waving wildly in the heavy wind. It obviously looks like a somewhat bloated structure. It can still show amazing local acuity in the environment.

Asbuvillon's voice is always calm and magnetic. This great scholar of Kabbalism and the famous puppeteer is more like entering and leaving one slightly noisy experimental field after another than going to the battlefield.

Every move, always with an orderly bookish atmosphere.

Even when ordering the golems to smash the heads of the enemies, they never lost this spirit.

In contrast, the tall figure waving a strange weapon, which was shuttling among the puppets in front of the crowd, showed a completely different atmosphere.

Grief, hatred, determination, murderous thoughts, and a hint of lingering madness.

The dark red light looms under the night, like the blood of innocents flowing in the dark, no matter how much it is wasted, it can only be hidden in the darkness that no one knows.

As the light flickered, one could vaguely see the figure's appearance.

It looks like some kind of armor with strange taste, and like the twisted growth on the body, the slender and sharp appearance is like a magic sword that does not distinguish between friend and foe, just like the strange weapon held by the human figure, exuding a dangerous aura odor.

"That's it."

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Chapter 10: The Princess of the Extremely Cold Hell

The puppet master's instructions were completely carried out by the loyal puppet, but the calm words had the force of a declaration.

Once again, the human figure distorted by killing intent and malice was firmly blocked at the periphery by the two pairs of solid puppet arms, and was once again simply and neatly squeezed out to the periphery of the battle situation away from Tachibana.

Immediately afterwards, there was a gunshot piercing the sky.

Like a big cat scared by a poisonous snake, the hideous human-shaped slender body curled up its limbs almost at the same time as the gunshot sounded. The strongest and most powerful air pedals.

He shot his right foot as if he was going to crush the face of the fist, and adjusted his body posture at the moment the fist and foot met. The killing instinct twisted the senses and intellect of this artist-type servant.

In order to pursue the most effective killing, the most effective behavior is thus affected.

In a twisted but practical posture, the doll turned back and swiveled to avoid the two projectiles that were aimed directly at the center of the eyebrows, while the weapon floating on the side of the waist blocked the two projectiles that were aimed at the heart.

However, the last projectile actually hit the forehead of the human figure, which was unable to dodge.

One gunshot, five bullets.

The previous two bullets forced him to waste the only chance he could get the pedal to move in the air, and the next two bullets limited the protection range of the weapon in his hand.

The last bullet can drive straight in without any hindrance, and hit the place where it should go smoothly.

The four bullets were from the very beginning to pave the way for the last bullet.

The legend of the west, the dashing outlaw, Billy the Kid.

This baby-faced sharpshooter performs thrilling gunfire magic even on frozen ground.

The projectile infused with magic power directly shattered the strangely shaped huge mask, and under the shattered pieces of magic power, a face full of madness was exposed in front of everyone.

"--That is!"

Witnessing all this, Tachibana could clearly see that face under the heavy guard of Graeme.

At the same time, Matthew, who was acting as the navigator far away in the vehicle, also confided his judgment loudly.

"this is……!"

"Even if it has been reversed or belongs to a certain aspect of a servant, it is impossible to have such a big difference in appearance and spirit base!"

"Senior, that—that is definitely not Mr. Amadeus!"

"……To shut up!"

Like a beast that has been stabbed in the wound, the ferocious servant who claimed to be Amadeus vented a sudden malice and panic, as if Tachibana's eyes and Matthew's words were far more explosive than Billy the Kid. Headshots were also painful and exasperating.

Roaring, no, it's more like howling.

While the mask was being repaired, this man who was definitely not the Son of God hugged his head dully.

"I, I... I am Wolfgang... I am not Amadeus... I am... I—"

shake.

Visible shaking.

The single-handed hostile servant murmured directly under the watchful eyes of Billy the Kid and Asbuvillon.

Tachibana was somewhat familiar with this gesture.

In the past, some followers who were endowed with almost brainwashed madness and could not follow their inner thoughts would often have such a mental shock reaction.

Realizing this, Tachibana suddenly turned his head to look at Billy the Kid, who was about to take the opportunity to shoot down the fake Mozart.

"Wait Billy! Can you subdue him?"

"Hey?"

Blinking his eyes, Billy the Kid glanced at Asbuvilon who said nothing, then scratched his head, and moved down the muzzle of the gun that was originally aimed at the center of the brow, aiming at the joints of the opponent's limbs.

He also understands the master's thoughts, and now in the enemy's territory, the fighting power of every follower is precious.

If the servant in front of him, who looks like a berserker, can sign a contract with the master after he wakes up or be persuaded to come over, it is obviously more meaningful than killing him directly.

Furthermore, if it doesn't work, just kill it with your hands.

After the confrontation just now, Billy felt that if this guy was alone, he and the puppet brother could firmly suppress him.

However, at the moment when the trigger was about to be pulled, Billy the Kid's baby face, which always seemed to be able to do things with ease, suddenly disappeared, and there seemed to be an afterimage of the other hand on the spot. He twisted his waist, and the muzzle of the gun suddenly pointed at Tachibana. direction.

Faced with the muzzle of the black hole, Tachibana was not in a daze. She has gone through so many singularities, and she has long been a seasoned warrior.

Without hesitation, Tachibana swooped vigorously towards the ground covered with a thick layer of snow.

Immediately, there was a gunshot.

Tachibana took advantage of the situation and rolled beautifully, stood up from the other side behind Graeme, glanced at the position she was in just now from the corner of her eye.

There, there was a tall Killer Hunter dissipating into a black mist of particles little by little.

Then, like a signal, from the darkness of the streets and alleys, a group of killing hunters in black appeared one after another.

It seemed that only the scimitar reflected the cold light all over his body, and Tachibana couldn't even count how many killing hunters came out of the darkness.

"...Tsk."

Accompanied by the exhausted young man's voice, surrounded by killing hunters, a young man appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing the somewhat familiar face of the young man, Tachibana's eyes widened.

"You are……"

"...Mr. Cadock."

Matthew spoke out the young man's name with difficulty.