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"Anyway...you two run! Someone's chasing me..."

Kamijou Touma's brain was about to crash. The word "hunt" sounded so sophisticated and had nothing to do with his life of more than ten years. Why was it coming out of a girl's mouth?

In this situation, she should go to the hospital immediately. However, this girl doesn't have an identity card from Academy City, which would cause a lot of trouble if the hospital found out. What should we do? With this amount of bleeding, she might die if she doesn't receive immediate first aid.

"Uncle, do you know any first aid techniques?" Kamishiro Touma asked, looking at Yamabuki Hanajin.

“Of course I understand. I can punch the wound until it gets scared and runs away, and then the girl will be out of danger.” Yamabuki Hanajin said, raising her fist.

What are you saying? Do you even want to listen to what you're saying? Is that even human language? This girl is already so badly injured, and you still want to beat her? I beg you, have some decency.

Touma Kamijou was at a loss for words when it came to judging this sadistic old man's behavior.

Is your brain filled with muscles?

Just as Touma Kamijou was about to ask for help, a young man's voice came from the end of the corridor.

"The Index: Forbidden Books escaped here because of you two, didn't it? Hand over Index right now. I can pretend I didn't see anything and let you leave."

Kamijou Touma instantly felt intense fear, like a frog being stared at by a venomous snake.

The person standing in the distance in the corridor seemed to be the nemesis of all humanity, exuding an indescribable murderous aura!

The young man slowly walked in, and only then did Touma Kamijou see clearly that he was a red-haired priest, over 1.9 meters tall, with rings on all ten fingers, a cigarette in his mouth, and barcode-like tattoos on his face.

He looks like a delinquent teenager no matter how you look at him.

Although Touma Kamijou was terrified, he was filled with rage when he saw the girl lying on the ground.

"Did you hurt Index like this?" Touma Kamijou shouted.

Yamabuki Hanajin looked at the delinquent priest in front of her.

The first minor boss in A Certain Magical Index: the fire mage Stiyl.

Don't be fooled by his current arrogant demeanor; he's actually incredibly weak and can't beat anyone.

It can only scare ordinary people.

Stiyl took a deep drag on his cigarette: "Looks like a peaceful resolution is impossible. I'll have to kill you."

He strode over as he spoke.

Kamijou Touma clenched his right fist tightly. His right hand could even erase miracles, so he shouldn't be without a fighting chance...

Suddenly, everything went black before Stiyl's eyes, and a muscular man with dark skin was standing in front of him, the intense pressure making it hard for him to breathe.

"Hmm? An expert? A magician? Which organization are you from?" Stiyl looked at the man in front of him warily.

Yamabuki Hanajin twisted her body slightly, and all the bones in her body made a cracking and popping sound.

"Kamijou, you just go inside and cook, leave the rest to me." Yamabuki Hanajin looked at Stiyl with a sinister grin.

In his eyes, this was hardly a 1.9-meter-tall delinquent.

This is clearly a stunning red-haired girl with a gorgeous figure.

There's nothing I can do about it; I'm a real man among men!

"Hey, little girl, wanna have some fun?" Yamabuki Hanajin's face revealed a smile more terrifying than a demon.

Despite his aloof demeanor, Stiyl is actually only fourteen years old, a true teenager.

Hearing such lewd words, I felt a chill run down my spine.

Where did this gay guy come from?

Stiyl's facial muscles twitched slightly, but the other person had no magic power at all, so he seemed to be just an ordinary person.

There's no other way. Since you've asked for death, I'll just kill you.

Index said with difficulty, "No, ordinary people can't possibly beat mages; they're experts at killing..."

Touma Kamijou carried Index into the room, intending to bandage her wound, but the wound was too large to be bandaged with conventional methods and she had to be taken to the hospital for stitches.

Just then, Yamabuki Hanajin and Stiyl were less than three meters apart.

“My name is Stiyl Magnus, sir. I advise you to get out of my way before I give my magic name,” Stiyl said coldly.

Once a magician reveals their magic name, it signifies an inevitable battle.

Yamabuki Hanajin looked at Stiyl with excitement.

"Hmph, judging from your expression, you're not going to give way. My magic is called Fortis931 (Strong). Uncle, you can't get away with being injured now." Stiyl raised his hand, and a ball of high-temperature flames instantly rose from his palm. The twisted flames transformed into a flaming sword, instantly slashing towards Yamabuki Hanajin!

The temperature of the Blazing Sword reached three thousand degrees Celsius, enough to melt even steel instantly. Touma Kamijou almost stopped breathing. In an instant, Yamabuki Hanajin's body turned into a ball of fire, burning continuously!

Kamijou Touma's pupils contracted, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

This is a magician? A murder expert?

The uncle was quite perverted, but he seemed like a decent person. How could he just die like that?

These magicians have absolutely no regard for human life!

A surge of anger rose within him, but it hadn't yet erupted.

A grotesque, maniacal laugh erupted from within the ball of fire.

"Heh heh heh! A mere flame that can melt steel! A mere three thousand degrees Celsius! How can it compare to my muscles, forged through countless trials? Red-haired girl, do you even know what the highest quality gold on Earth is?"

A large hand suddenly reached out from the flames, grabbed Stiyl's head, and casually tossed him into the distant stairwell, like throwing a ball.

Stiyl tumbled and rolled several times before finally stopping, and when he looked at the ball of fire again, his eyes were different.

An invisible fear filled my entire body.

A figure emerged from the flames like a demon god. Not only were his muscles honed to perfection, but even his hair and clothes were unharmed!

Under the blazing fire, the alloy-like muscles radiated a captivating glow, and male hormones were released with the high temperature!

"You...you...who exactly are you?" Stiyl stared in horror at the freak in front of him.

"Me? I'm the one who's going to fuck your ass!"

Chapter 30: Even wounds deserve a beating!

Faced with the overwhelming pressure of Yamabuki Hanajin, Stiyl took two steps back in fear.

He was almost certain that this man was sent by some magical society to vie for Index. Index's brain contained 103,000 magic books, and if she could learn all of them, she might become a demon god.

Demons are monsters who use magical knowledge to become gods. They can overturn the rules of this world at will, bring the dead back to life, destroy the world, and reverse time. There is nothing a demon cannot do.

Who is the other party from? The Russian Orthodox Church? The Roman Catholic Church? The Golden Dawn? Or is it someone from the Anglican Church itself? Steele couldn't be sure, but the other party was definitely here for Index.

To protect that child, they would not hesitate to sacrifice themselves.

Even if I know the other party is a monster, I absolutely cannot retreat even half a step. Besides, I've already covered this area with runes, so why should I be afraid of him? As long as I'm in this area, I'm invincible.

"Hunter the Witch King!" Stiyl shouted, summoning a gigantic fire giant over three meters tall, radiating an astonishing heat wave. Ordinary metal would melt upon approaching it, and even the strongest muscles could not withstand such a monster.

This is common sense.

An attempt that applies to both magic and science.

"Leave immediately. I don't know who's behind you, but I will never let you take this boss away." Stiyl gave the order to kill the Witch-hunting King.

The Witch-hunting King lunged at him menacingly, and Yamabuki Hanajin was overjoyed.

He raised his fists, almost as high as his head, and stood before the Witch Hunter King.

Stiyl watched Yamabuki Hanajin warily, wondering what kind of powerful magic the other party would use.

But the next second, Yamabuki Hanajin's actions almost drove Stiyl to the brink of collapse, as this muscular man, who was over 1.9 meters tall, swung his fists and began to beat the Witch Hunter King wildly.

The Witch King is theoretically not a physical being, but a magical creature composed of fire and magic.

If it were an ordinary human body, let alone beating up and hunting the Witch King, even just getting close to her would vaporize it!

"Hahahaha! Ora Ora! Superpowered people need to be beaten! Magicians need to be beaten! Fire needs to be beaten! Beat them all up! Beat them until they're completely dead! Hahahaha!"

In Stiyl's eyes, Yamabuki Hanajin had become a complete madwoman.

But the most outrageous thing is that the Witch Hunter King actually started to break down from this madman's beating. What's going on? Is this some newly developed superpower? How can he use his muscles to beat flames at 3,000 degrees Celsius? This is neither scientific nor magical; it's beyond just being outrageous.

The runes he had affixed to the building were still there, without any signs of damage, but the Witch Hunter King was truly beginning to collapse.

"The Witch Hunter Queen? She's just a woman with a slightly higher body temperature! Ora ora ora!" Yamabuki Hanajin, like a mental patient, was brutally beaten until the Witch Hunter Queen finally collapsed and turned into a sky full of sparks.

Stiyl silently took out a cigarette, but couldn't find a lighter no matter how much he fumbled around.

When did this world become so absurd? Am I already obsolete at fourteen? God! Please answer my prayers, what on earth is standing before me?

"call!"

A strong scent of masculine hormones wafted onto Stiyl's face.

Even Stiyl, a ruthless sorcerer, was afraid at this moment. Magic and technology both follow certain rules, but this muscular man in front of him did not conform to any of those rules.

Although Stiyl was trying to remain calm, his trembling fingers betrayed his inner turmoil.

“I am the Church of the Absolutely Evil of the Anglican Church of England…” Steele wanted to reveal his origins to intimidate the man, but the next second, his mouth was covered by a thick, huge hand.

"Shh! Don't speak." Yamabuki Hanajin revealed a devilish smile, suddenly reaching out and snapping off a section of the railing, his fingers sharpening it like blades.

Stiyl stepped back in alarm.

"Don't be afraid! This will be an unforgettable night, Baba!" Yamabuki Hanajin revealed a sinister smile.

Stiyl looked at Yamabuki Hanajin nervously: "What exactly do you want to do?"

“I feel like you’re not quite right in the head, so I’d like to help you clear your bowels.” Yamabuki Hanajin tested the sharpness of the railing with her fingertip.

Stiyl finally broke down and turned to run, but was pulled back into Yamabuki Hanajin's arms: "Baby! Don't run away! The night is long, and this is just the beginning!"

"Help!!! Don't come any closer!!! Boss Kanzaki! Help!"

"You can scream your lungs out, but no one will come to save you! Just accept your fate!" Yamabuki Hanajin raised the sharp railing in her hand: "Here you go!"

"Ah~~~~~"

Kamijou Touma trembled all over. He knew that this person who called himself Yamabuki Hanajin had a good background, but he never expected this background!

"How is she? How badly is the little nun injured?" Yamabuki Hanajin asked.

Kamijou Touma trembled: "It seems like he's about to die. We have to get to the hospital as soon as possible."

Index was already delirious from blood loss. Yamabuki Hanajin waved to Kamijou Touma: "Get out of the way, let me handle this."

Index struggled to open her eyes a crack, looking at the agonizingly dying Stiyl in the distance, and said stiffly to Yamabuki Hanajin, "You vicious old man, for the sake of the Lord, can't you just give me a quick death?"

“Your master doesn’t have much face in my eyes. Don’t worry, although this is my first time healing someone, I can guarantee you won’t die… you shouldn’t die.” Yamabuki Hanajin said earnestly.

Kamijou Touma trembled, unsure of what Yamabuki Hanajin was up to.

Yamabuki Hanajin raised her fist and punched Index's wound.

"My...my old back..." Index convulsed and foamed at the mouth.

Lord! Please save me, this lost lamb! Take me away!

"Ora ora ora! Wounds need to be beaten! Even if it's not a wound, beat it! Just beat it! Ora ora ora!"

Index saw the Lord of Heaven beckoning to her.

This is worse than death! This is what it means to be worse than death.

But... Index's wounds actually healed after being beaten.

Both Touma Kamijou and Index's brains have gone blank. What's the logic behind this?!

"Index, are you still alive?" Touma Kamijou asked anxiously.

Index said calmly, "All that's left is to live!"

"Alright, it's getting late, I'm going to sleep!" Yamabuki Hanajin said, and lay down on the bed.

Touma Kamijou could only sleep on the floor, so he put Index in the bathtub.

"Another fulfilling day. Goodnight, Makka Pakka! Hiss!"