Special A-level danger warning

The streets of Tokyo.

A large number of erupting tides of spell spirits covered the sky and the sun, eroding the human settlements.

The dark and gloomy monsters are born from the negative emotions of human beings. Even ordinary people can see the frightening and disgusting curse spirits when they are dying.

The air of gloom and darkness spread, and endless terrifying monsters roared and hovered over the city, like black clouds that held rain, and the evil thoughts and malice surging between the clouds were like accumulated destruction disasters, erupting violently.

Almost instantly, the 23rd district of Tokyo fell completely.

The defense force of the national organization was completely unable to react, whether it was the military or the police, or the Supernatural Secret Service Division, there was nothing they could do against a disaster of this magnitude.

As the spiritual beacon of the soldiers, after confirming that all the high-level government officials had lost contact, Fukuchi Sakura contemplated for a moment, and immediately issued an order to rescue the people.

The military and police teamed up with the Supernatural Secret Service Division to urgently recruit semi-official supernatural organizations from all over the country to assist, such as armed detective agencies and so on.

Rescue is underway.

The port of Mafia opened the access channel, and at least 500 million people from the capital were evacuated to Yokohama, which was guarded by a strong spell.

Most of the military and police who received the order to protect the people are ordinary people. They can't even protect themselves from this weird and terrifying phenomenon. They can only urgently arrange for the aborigines to evacuate from the core area of ​​Tokyo.

"Requisitioning hotels, campsites, and deserted villages in the surrounding cities, even if it is the minimum address, will successfully evacuate tens of millions of people."

"Yokohama should be able to take over another batch, and the chief of the Ability Secret Service Division is currently handing over to the port Mafia."

"Except for the islands in Tokyo and some towns and cities, the rest of the severely damaged areas are searched and rescued by military and police special operations forces above Grade A."

……

The instructions were issued one after another, Fukuji Sakurachi, who was the chief of the meeting, lay a saber on the table in front of him, with his hands folded, his expression extremely serious.

He looked at the few remaining colleagues at the same level, and did not judge the trembling posture of these people, and stated the matter in a silent voice.

"Unfortunately, it's a step late."

"Officials at all levels, including the cabinet chief, have lost contact, and even the safety of all temporary agents is unknown. So far, it can be confirmed that the top institutions of the country have completely shut down."

Fukuchi Sakurachi's vicissitudes-like face was extremely solemn, but the enthusiasm and excitement after a long silence spread from the depths of his eyes, as if he was witnessing the opening of a great era.

He stood up in awe, looked down at his peers who were frightened by his actions and trembled like quails, and declared so.

"Masters, get ready."

"—the age of the political void has arrived."

After finishing speaking, Fukuchi Sakurachi picked up the saber on the table and strode out of the conference hall.

Ideas are not tolerated in the world, so he holds a butcher's knife in his hand, chooses the way of treachery and sycophancy, and slaughters those rulers who are blinded by profit.

Now, the "Five Decays of Heaven and Man" has come to death.

He should be there to witness this scene.

As the strongest team in the military and police, the members of the "Hound Dog" immediately threw themselves into the rescue after receiving the captain's order.

Therefore, Tiaoye Caiju shouldn't be here now, but quietly leaning against the wall, standing on the only way that Fudi Yingchi must pass.

Fukuchi Sakura stopped, and looked at Tiaoye Caiju, or more precisely, at the string of cherry blossom bracelets held by the other party.

This was left when Feng Xinzhi left after he was drunk that day, and it was used to convey the agreed timing information.

"You took it half an hour ago?"

That was the gathering before all members of the "Hound Dog" went out on a mission, and it was also the last time Fukuchi Sakurachi saw Jono picking chrysanthemums.

Well, he knew that Jono was fast, but there was no need to be so fast, even he didn't realize when the bracelet in his pocket was taken away by Jono.

Fukuchi Sakurachi was a little puzzled, why each of his subordinates had different strange attributes.

Yezi's devil's secondary disease, Tiechang's eggnog is made of frog eggs, compared to Tiaoye's penchant for torturing prisoners' spirits, it's normal.

Sensing the subtle complex emotions in the captain's heart, the corners of Tiaoye Caiju's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but once again served as a complaint.

"Obviously your own problem is bigger, okay?"

When he knew something important was going on, he even went to drink and play crazy, tied himself to the ship and soaked in sea water all night. If it wasn't for the strong physical fitness of "Hound Dog", he would have died long ago.

Not to mention, the tide of curse spirits that destroyed Tokyo could erupt, and behind this may even be driven by Blessed Sakurachi.

Anyone can do this, but Fukuji Sakurachi cannot.

As the spiritual beacon of all soldiers in this country, Fukuji Sakurachi's prestige has long since reached its peak, and he is a legendary hero at the national level.

In the current situation, all high-level leaders are trapped in the predicament of Tokyo. As Fukuchi Sakurachi said in the conference hall just now, the era of political emptiness has arrived.

At this time, Fukuji Sakurachi, who stepped forward and sent the military and police to save the people, will undoubtedly replace those so-called rulers and become the pillar of faith and the aspiration of the people.

Rather than saying that this is usurping power, it is better to say that it is creating gods.

When a person becomes the belief of a country, and the whole country relies too much on the deified person spiritually, what a terrible thing it will be.

The idea of ​​absolute unity, just the imagination is enough to make people tremble.

The atmosphere between the two was silent.

After a while, Tiaoye Caiju seemed to have given up the idea of ​​confrontation, turned around first, and walked forward with a straight posture.

He shook the cherry blossom bracelet in his hand, and the cloak of the military uniform rolled up in an upward arc.

"I will not stop you, the path you practice is always meaningful."

Whether it is good or bad to achieve the purpose of turning from lawful to chaotic despite violating the original intention of the establishment of "Hound Dog", only time will tell.

He didn't care about this, and even more interested in the person who teamed up with the captain than this.

... Is Feng Xin childish?

Oh, it's a treasure that the tyrant of Mafia, the port of Yokohama, would love to hold in the palm of his hand.

It's a pity, it's better not to die.

Tiaoye Caiju left just like that, Fukuchi Sakura took a deep look at his back, and it took a long time to realize that Tiaoye walked away with the cherry blossom bracelet.

Fukuchi Sakurachi: ...

It shouldn't be a big problem... right?

……

The fabled tyrant of the port of Mafia is now facing off against an unscrupulous teacher his own son smashed.

Facing Gojo Satoru, who was approaching menacingly and who talked trash every time he opened his mouth, Osamu Dazai sneered, and firmly rejected the other party's request to restore his body shape.

Gojo Satoru, who was rejected, looked unchanged, and his leisurely tone was full of undisguised frivolity and innocence.

"That's it, anyway, I don't care. It's just that the matter entrusted to me by the child can be resolved a little later. After all, the height of the child is not more than 1.9 meters. The physical strength and endurance of the child are indeed a little weaker."

Once the matter involved Feng Xinzhi, Osamu Dazai couldn't help but slap the knife at Wujo Wu's face.

If the line of sight has a penetrating effect, even Gojo Satoru with No Lower Limit cannot be spared.

The faceless and invincible Gojo Satoru showed a cute and cute smile, which instantly disgusted Osamu Dazai. If he didn't still remember the leader's Ikemen attribute, his expression would probably be distorted.

A certain rotten person was still beeping there: "If it weren't for your face, you must have seen Yan Yi's disgusted expression, and it wouldn't be an amiable smile."

The unreliable child-like adult sighed pretentiously, old-fashioned.

Osamu Dazai wanted to hit him, but he held back when he thought he couldn't hit him.

"The task Zhijun entrusted to you should be to solve the remnants left by the sorcerer, and get rid of the other party's soul before it can be upgraded to crime itself."

"Although monster ancestral temples are scattered all over the country, Zhijun has planned the barrier-free teleportation route. It is a bit cumbersome for you at best, and it is not difficult to complete."

"So, in addition, I would like to..."

Hearing him say these words, Gojo Satoru, who was not upright, immediately sat up straight, and interrupted Dazai Osamu's words with a slightly subtle tone of disbelief.

"I said, don't you just stand by the monitor all day and listen to childish words and deeds?"

Otherwise, these things were discussed by Feng Xinzhi and him alone, how could Osamu Dazai be so clear?

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru was deeply moved, and the eyes he looked at Osamu Dazai suddenly became strange, as if watching some phenomenal voyeuristic pervert.

Osamu Dazai, who did have this kind of behavior, did not change his expression, he was not at all ashamed after being exposed, but felt that doing so was extremely normal.

If Zhijun doesn't want anyone to be able to monitor him, in the final analysis, these are Zhijun's connivance to himself, and they are not some idiots who are keen on surveillance.

The two people looked at each other, as if there was a fierce confrontation, but the next moment they all turned their heads away from the ugly thing opposite.

It's too miserable for Zhijun/Child to have such a bad guy around him.

Although the thoughts collided sideways, the atmosphere of confrontation between Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru did not change at all.

"What did you want to say just now, continue."

After all, he was considered a relative of a student, Gojo Satoru let go of the question, rested his chin on one hand, and spoke lazily.

Osamu Dazai looked at him coldly with his kite-colored eyes, but decided to put the bad things aside and talk about the business.

"About the solution to the tide of thousands of curse spirits."

His eyes were cold, the light cast a light shadow on his face, and his voice was low.

"Under the situation of going all out, it's not that Zhijun can't control it, but that kind of consumption is too much, and he will be very tired."

Although Zhijun, who is a weak character, sounds pretty good, but he still doesn't want Zhijun to do this.

Moreover, even if he knew that Zhijun would definitely be able to grasp the speed, if he mobilized too much power, he might still damage the seal of the book page.

Once the ability to expel emotions and endow divinity breaks through the seal of the "book", although there is indeed no major problem, but Zhijun will become cold during the recovery time, so he doesn't want it!Never!

In order to put an end to this possibility, Osamu Dazai became cautious, the iris in the depths of his eyes concealed soft emotions, like falling stars.

"If possible, I would like to ask you to fetch one thing - the words of the underworld that can control monsters and curses."

"With the words of the underworld, Zhijun can relax a lot."

Hearing this, Wujo Wu was stunned for a moment, a look of astonishment flashed in his six eyes.

What is this?Can you control monsters and curses?

"Where's the stuff?"

Osamu Dazai glanced at Gojo Satoru, his tone indifferent.

"Yellow Spring."

Gojo Satoru: ...? ? ?

I suspect you are assing me, and I have proof.

Just as he was about to question, he heard Dazai Osamu's cold tone, and his expression was calm.

"Izanami's country, Huangquan is deeper than the end of Liangzaka."

"--are you going?"

Damn, this has been asked to such an extent, I definitely can't say no to it, otherwise I will be at a disadvantage!

Gojo Satoru choked out a word.

"go."