The God of Comprehensive Manga is in Control

"Ohhhh! Awesome!"

Although Shirai continued to guard his surroundings, most of his thoughts were on another matter.

"The strong wind produced by the aftermath alone has surpassed the strength of ordinary wind-capable users. My sister's ability is really terrifying and amazing!"

At the other end, Mikoto walked slowly towards Shirai, as if the crisis had passed.

"Ah, Heizi, you don't need to be nervous anymore, that big hand seems to be just a cover, the explosion just now was not the power of a super electromagnetic gun, but the big hand exploded on its own.

Look, that stupid woman has already disappeared while the smoke is filling up. "

Mikoto stuck out her tongue, and pointed.

When Shirai looked back, the woman whose dress had been pinned by the metal arrow had disappeared without a trace.

On the ground, only the black cloth from the dress remained.

"By the way, who is that guy? You are chasing her, so it should be the work of the disciplinary committee?"

"Well, yes. She seems to be a trespasser... My sis~~~"

At this moment, Shirai's legs went limp, and he rushed over to hug Mikoto.

"Wait, hey! At this time, why do you still have strange delusions..."

Meiqin was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly wanted to push Shirai away who rushed into her arms, but after all, Meiqin did not do so.

Shirai lightly grabbed Mikoto's thin summer sweater near the chest.

With just such a small area of ​​contact, Mikoto has already noticed that Shirai's body is trembling slightly.

"I really can't help you."

Mikoto sighed lightly.

"Heizi, you like to take matters into your own hands too much. How can you deal with that kind of opponent alone? There is no law that restricts you to fight the enemy alone."

Miqin understands that these words have no meaning in themselves, what is meaningful is the act of speaking and the intention to say these words.

"Ask me for help more, if you see something is wrong, you should contact me as soon as possible, instead of waiting until things get more difficult.

Don't think that this will cause me trouble, the more you ask me for help in a desperate situation, the more it proves that I am trusted, and I will never refuse. "

Mikoto patted Heizi's head lightly.

At this moment, the trembling junior girl who was throwing herself in Mikoto's arms whispered.

"... Hehe... It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Taking advantage of this time to get close to my sister, I can really enjoy this beautiful breasts... Hehe... Hehehehehe...!"

"What? Ah...huh? Wait...I...I'm trying to comfort you seriously! Heizi, so you're shaking because of excitement?"

Mikoto blushed and yelled, but it was already too late.

Shirai Kuroko put her hands around Mikoto's back, put her face on the chest of her beloved sister, and began to rub hard.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Kuroko, who had finally seized this opportunity, stuck to Mikoto's body like wet chewing gum, and couldn't be pushed away no matter what.

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A woman in a black dress walks down the street.

Her name is Shirley Cromwell.

As a member of the Puritan magic resistance force "Church of Necessary Evil" and also proficient in Kabbalah statues, she walked among the crowd with a smile.

Originally, I thought that this tattered dress with lace trims everywhere would attract a lot of strange eyes, but I didn't expect the students in front of me didn't have much reaction.

In this city, it seems that the age factor is more conspicuous than clothing.

Since 25% of the residents here are students, people over the age of [-] are quite rare here, but gothic loli girls are not uncommon here.

"In the beginning was the earth—"

Shirley walked and began to sing to herself.

She took out something that looked like white chalk from the broken sleeve.

This is an oil crayon specially used for drawing magic circles, and it is made of holy-selected salt and holy oil.

"God molded it from clay, injected life into it, and called it man—"

Shirley sang a song and waved an oil crayon on the drink vending machine beside her, drawing lines that looked like words and pictures at the speed of drawing a knife.

"Afterwards, mortals learned the secret method from the mouth of the fallen angel—"

Holding an oil crayon in hand, she wrote over all the objects she saw on the road.

"But it is difficult for ordinary people to achieve this holy law, and it is difficult for the mouth of a fallen angel to convey it correctly—"

After drawing nearly 72 marks, she raised the oil crayon to write in the air.

"——In this way, the life created by human hands will eventually become a rotten puppet——The time has come, Iris, the stone giant with a smell of mud, serve me until death!"

Finally, Shirley clapped her palms.

In a flash,