Shinji, who had gotten up from the ground, directly picked up his own camera and began to film his sister's fighting figure. This was his sister's big action show; of course, it had to be filmed, and it would be his family heirloom. He wanted every one of his descendants to be able to admire the heroic fighting posture of his world's number one, cute, invincible, and beautiful sister!!
At the thought of his own descendants also being "struck down" by his sister's figure, Shinji couldn't help but nod to himself. A sister as amazing as this, her figure should be passed down to the second generation, the third generation, and even to a thousand, ten thousand generations, endlessly!
Sakura, whose outward personality was rather "three-no" (no-emotion, no-expression, no-words), didn't care what kind of expression others had. A mission was a mission. As long as she completed the mission, she could get paid. With a salary, she could buy more special materials to perfect this set of armor on her body. That was enough.
After all, completing a set of such armor was the first thing she truly wanted to do after walking out of the darkness. It was precisely because of this that she had to do her best. Brother Aslan had once told her that she had been given the surname Pendragon, and what this surname carried was definitely not just a string of English letters, but had a more important meaning.
The guardian family of Great Britain. Even if that ancient dynasty had disappeared, even if the people of this family now had not gone to inherit the identity of the Lord of the Island, the duty of guarding Great Britain was innately carved into their souls and bones, as long as the island's power could still connect with their bloodline.
Even if her own bloodline was not related to the real Pendragon family, since she had been given this surname, then she had to do her best. If not to become one of the rare world-class powerhouses, she should definitely not be lost in the crowd. She needed to show achievements.
Otherwise, her existence would be a disgrace to this family, and Aslan, who had given her this surname, would also become a person with no foresight in the mouths of others. Although, with Aslan's status, there were probably not many people who would dare to chew their tongues behind his back.
Aslan was the person who had rescued Sakura from the darkness. Therefore, in Sakura's heart, Aslan's place was always a little different from others. It was not admiration, nor was it wanting to cling to a powerful person, but a kind of respect, the kind of respect one has for an elder. At the same time, there was naturally also the inner thought of not wanting to disappoint this elder.
Sakura looked at the mercenaries who had dodged her attack. She understood that with this set of equipment, if she were to get serious, these mercenaries would absolutely not be able to dodge. The reason she hadn't been able to completely cut these guys down now was very simple: she, as expected, still hadn't overcome that hurdle in her heart.
Although this little girl had experienced a darkness in her childhood that others had not, in the end, she was still just a teenage girl. To strike a killing blow against others was not something that could be done just by saying so.
If a person could kill another person at a young age without a second thought, then either there was an absolutely irreconcilable, deep-seated hatred between the two, even a life-and-death hatred, or this young person's natural personality was indifferent, and they might even be anti-human, an absolutely dangerous person.
For such a person, it was very difficult for Aslan to approve. Unless this child suppressed all the darkness in their heart and showed a sunny smile on their face—even if it was hypocrisy—as long as a person wore a mask of kindness and didn't do bad things for their entire life, this person was naturally also good. Or, to let the darkness in their heart push their own heart of justice, to walk in the darkness but not fall into it.
If Sakura had been a child with a twisted heart, then Aslan would not have brought this child out of the darkness, even if this child's experience was indeed heartbreaking.
The mercenaries took advantage of this brief moment to quickly adjust their state. They spread out in all directions with different weapons, preparing to defeat the girl before them with a pincer attack. More or less, they had also come into contact with the world of magi. Although they couldn't use any profound magic, it was still no problem to use magic to strengthen the weapons in their hands and use various different attacks.
Any existence has its weaknesses. The mercenaries believed that the girl in the Kamen Rider costume before them must also have a certain fatal weakness.
It was true that this set of Kamen equipment could not be said to be completely perfect. At the very least, if the petal-shaped crystal on the belt at her waist was destroyed, then the entire Kamen system would lose its power. That cherry-blossom-like crystal was the power source of the entire equipment.
After that crystal was destroyed, although it wouldn't go so far as to make the entire Kamen equipment revert to its original belt state, to continue to power this set of equipment would require the user's own magical energy. The current Sakura did not have such terrifying magical energy. The current her was not a small Black Holy Grail.
One after another, bullets, plus a rocket launcher, directly smashed onto her body, bringing a slight feeling of pain. That's right. Although this set of equipment had a powerful defensive power, it would also directly transmit a part of the pain to the user, telling the user where they had been attacked. At the same time, this was also Aslan's suggestion.
There was a gentleness in Sakura's heart. It was precisely because of this gentleness in her heart that in battle, it was very difficult for this little girl to deal a killing blow to the enemy. If, at this time, the stimulation of pain could tell this little girl that she was now on a battlefield, and the existence before her was an enemy who wanted her life, in that case, it should be able to make this little girl not hold back during a mission.
And indeed, after feeling the pain in her body, this pain stimulated this little girl. She slowly raised her own hands and grabbed the ribbons on her body. This time, she infused her magical energy without reservation. Like a sharp longsword, this ribbon swept towards these mercenaries from two directions, directly cutting a pink, metallic-like arc in mid-air.
Vaguely, the sound of wood being cut could be heard in the air.
Fresh blood scattered in all directions. Although this young girl had struck a heavy blow, in the end, she had not dealt a killing blow. Because of the special nature of this equipment and weapon, the attack could be completely operated by the consciousness of the brain, and the weapon itself also supported the ability to make various high-difficulty attacks. Therefore, just this one slash had successfully injured the limbs of these mercenaries.
Only the leader of the mercenaries, relying on a substitute Mystic Code in his hand, had dodged this attack. At the same time, he charged towards Sakura. He then put his hand into the pouch at his waist. His trump card was placed there.