Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

If you ask Maqima why she refused Lehu's invitation, then the answer is very simple and clear.

He is not strong enough.

She couldn't trust what the other party said, and she was not interested in the so-called new world, which was not her world after all.

If she was really asked which camp she would join, she would choose Gojo Satoru. Although the confrontation with him only lasted a few seconds, the sense of oppression at that time was incomparable to that of the curse spirit in front of her.

Gojo Satoru is very strong, at least stronger than Leuhu.

She didn't know what the limit of Gojo Satoru's strength was, and she didn't know how many powerful abilities he had that she didn't know.

It's like unpacking a blind box, because I don't know, so I look forward to it.She thinks that Gojo Satoru, who can bring her more surprises, is the magic world, not Lehu.

but……

"The field expands, "covering the coffin and surrounding the mountain with iron". "

As soon as Mazima closed and opened her eyes, she found that the scene around her had changed, with volcanic rocks surrounding her, and hot magma constantly gushing out.

Is this some kind of illusion?

Maqima felt wrong again, if it was an illusion, as long as she didn't believe it, it wouldn't have any effect.

It should be a spell, she silently memorized the word "field", and planned to ask Gojo Satoru later.

Leuhu grinned at the corner of her mouth, revealing her sinister black teeth: "Smelly brat, since this is the only way I can kill you, once you enter my domain, don't even think about getting out alive!"

"Okay," the woman readily accepted, "but in my opinion, you are already a corpse."

This is not a bluff, this is the truth in her eyes.

Leuhu gritted her teeth angrily, and let out a fierce "tss": "The only time you can still speak hard is now, the attacks in the domain will definitely hit, and your recovery can't keep up with the speed of being destroyed, and there is nothing wrong with it." usefulness."

In an instant, a hard rock appeared in front of Maqima at some unknown time. Maqima raised a hand and said softly, "Bang."

Rocks crumble.

Fragments of stones fell sparsely into the magma under his feet, and then sank little by little.

Maqima is very interested in this place, and she can actually use magic power to shape her own exclusive space, which is impossible in the world she lives in, and no one has ever imagined.

Afterwards, rocks kept coming, and Mazima was crushing the rocks while observing the strange terrain here.

There is no exit, like a prison.

But now the primary goal is to find a way to leave the "domain", so this must be related to the caster, and Maqima's goal is immediately set on Leuhu.

"boom."

Makima shattered the rock again, and stepped back, dodging the jet of hot lava.

In another split second, Leo Hu appeared behind Maqima, with a magic attack brewing in her palm, and Maqima realized that just reaching the rock was just a cover-up, just interfering with her sight.

"Die, brat—!"

Fortunately, Maqima's hearing is very good, and when Leuhu made such a big noise, a few tenths of a second were enough for her to go from dodging to counterattacking.

She grabbed the still sizzling volcano head again, and with a force, the curse spirit's head fell to the ground.

Leo Hu felt a whirlwind.

He saw his own body crashing to the ground, and that body had no head on it.

The field suddenly disappeared.

On the wilderness in the middle of the night, the woman with orange-pink hair picked up the body of the curse spirit with one hand, and observed it from top to bottom. Her golden eyes had no temperature, as if she was just looking at an experimental product.

And the fact is indeed the case, and it was also for this reason that she stood alone in the wilderness to release energy not long ago.

She wants to know more about this unknown world.

Mazima murmured in a low voice: "I'm curious, does the curse spirit also have human organs, and what's the difference in structure..."

Also, whether or not the controlling demon can control the curse.

Maqima's voice was not loud, but Lihu who was not far away could just hear it clearly.

She was mocking him, mocking him for being too weak, mocking him for not being able to stand up again, mocking him for being trampled under her feet.

The little fear of death before has completely disappeared, and now only the accumulated anger is left. He suddenly shouted: "What are you doing to me, brat—??!"

Maqima raised her head slightly after hearing the words: "As you can see, observe."

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

Leu Hu was so angry that her eyes were bloodshot, and she was gasping for breath.

There was only an insurmountable gap in strength before him, and Liu Hu couldn't help thinking, even if the so-called magician was the strongest, he might not be able to defeat this woman.

Obviously not long ago, he was still thinking arrogantly about killing Gojo Satoru.

——!

Immediately, bright flowers spread all over the wilderness, and the intoxicating fragrance of flowers filled the place. Mazima immediately put down the body of the curse spirit in her hand. Her ears could hear that there were other helpers coming.

Mazima pointed the end of her index finger in the direction of the sound source, and said, "Bang."

Doesn't seem to hit.

The petals were blown up by a strong wind, covering the other party's sight. Hua Yu quickly picked up Leuhu's head and jumped up the cliff in an instant. Maqima pointed her finger in the direction of the curse spirit, and "bang—" One sound.

Unfortunately, has run away.

"what a pity……"

Maqima had no interest in chasing after her, and then just glanced at Leuhu's body on the ground, and then left bored.

-

"Ah, Leu Hu is really confident no matter what. Although you are very strong, it is impossible not to realize that there are still some people in this world who are stronger than you."

The black-haired man with stitches on his forehead sat on the beach chair and sighed meaningfully.

At this time, Leu Hu had lost his focus in one eye, and seemed to hear Xia Youjie's words, but seemed not to hear them, and was always in a state of half-dream and half-awake.

Hanayu impatiently threw Leuhu's head on the beach, and the red octopus swam in front of his eyes.

The young man with gray-blue hair flipped through the magazine and asked casually: "Actually, I'm a little curious. The guy I met today isn't Gojo Satoru, the strongest conjurer, right? Then who would beat Lehu? Is it like this?"

"One woman and one woman." Hana Yu replied.

The real person turned his head away: "Eh? Is it a super conjurer?"

"Do you know me?"

"Ah, so it's someone I've never seen before." The real person hooked his lips, and suddenly became interested, "If it's not a magician, I really want to meet her."

Xia Youjie narrowed his eyes: "That's fine, I just hope you can escape."

"If I can't run away, Xia You will come and save me, that's the decision!"

"Hey, this isn't going to go your way."

The two suture men came and went, and Hua Yu found a cool place to sit down: "Whether you use the spell or not, whether you have the spell or not, and whether you have the spell or not."

"Is it the sky and the curse?"

"I don't know."

Xia Youjie sighed: "In this case, I will ask you about the details after Leuhu wakes up."

-

After spending the night, Machima followed the address sent by Gojo Satoru to the vicinity of the High School of Conjuration.

Although Wujo Satoru's address was very sloppy and outrageous, and some places even misunderstood, but fortunately, the magic school is too big, and Maqima didn't have much trouble finding it.

"Ah, Macchimako is finally here, I can't wait any longer."

Machima turned her head when she heard the sound

It is Wujo Satoru.

Maqima tilted her head and said doubtfully, "I don't seem to have sent you a message, Mr. Wutiao."

And she never said that she would definitely come to the college.

Gojo Satoru scratched his head indifferently: "Hahaha, because I saw it, I couldn't wait, so I just teleported here."

Macchima: "..."

Have you been lying at the gate and watching?

There is no way for Machima to think this way, after all, she does not know the existence of "six eyes", but she is not interested in thinking about such things, so she just gave up.

Gojo Satoru coughed, pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose again, and said, "Let's go, I'll show you the way."

The two walked all the way to the principal's office, Gojo Satoru pushed the door open, and did not forget to add: "Don't be nervous, the principal is actually a good person."

Noctua said rightly: "...I heard it."

Noctua got up from the pile of dolls, and solemnly cleared his throat: "Principal of the Tokyo School of Magic, Noctua is right."

"Marchma."

"Miss Marchma, why are you here?"

Maqima knows why she came to the high school, because she is curious about the curse of this world.

But of course she couldn't say that.

Maqima raised her hands and pinned her sideburns behind her ears, and parted her thin lips lightly: "Instead of asking why I came, why don't you ask Mr. Gotiao why he invited me here."

Gojo Satoru, who was suddenly cueed: "Huh?"

The white-haired man laughed awkwardly: "Ahahaha, didn't I say that Maqima would become a magician, so let's take a look at the future job first?"

"I remember I said that I would not become a magician?" Mazima wondered.

Gojo Satoru immediately put on a foolish look: "Well, anyway, Maqima has nothing to do here, there is a place to live and a salary, so what's wrong with that!"

It doesn't sound like a problem, but it's broken.

It was probably because Maqima stared at her heart itchingly, Gojo Satoru added: "Anyway, there is no such profession as a 'demon hunter' in this world, so Maqima is now considered a jobless vagrant."

Macchima's eyes changed slightly.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing point.