The white moonlight is my vest

Disaster comes in an instant.

There were no longer white clouds floating above the sky of Tokyo, but large swathes of black fog suddenly appeared.It is now nine o'clock in the morning, and people on the street are rushing to work, looking up at the strange shape in the sky in confusion.

There is a question in everyone's mind.

--what happened?

But then, they lose the ability to think about it.

The black mist poured down from the sky with claws and teeth, and poured into the crowd in an instant.

The mother could hear the child's cries, but her vision was filled with black mist, even if the child was close at hand, she couldn't see it.She had no choice but to reach out her hand to feel around, but she was squeezed by the screaming and running crowd, and she accidentally fell to the ground.She tried to keep her eyes open, even in such a situation, she wanted to find her child.

Her hands were the first to be trampled on.

... help him.

she thinks.

...save my child.

She can't fall down here, if even she falls down, in the face of such a disaster, people can't even care about themselves, who would care about the life and death of a child who has nothing to do with him?

...God.

If there is a God, please save my child.

He is only three years old this year, and he is about to enter kindergarten. He still has a long way to go.

... please let him live.

She gradually lost consciousness, and even the pain in her body was not clear.

Then, her eyes suddenly brightened.

She saw a young man in a strange uniform with a long black ponytail.Behind him, the white mist that appeared at an unknown time was engaged in a scorching war with the black mist. The white mist gently brushed past people, guiding them to the way to escape.

"Can you still walk?"

The Zen master also helped her up.

His face looked extremely pale, and cold sweat was constantly breaking out on his forehead.Fighting against the black mist and guiding a large number of citizens to evacuate are all extremely exhausting.Nevertheless, he tried to reassure the mother: "Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."

The mother grabbed his clothes and murmured: "My child..."

"Your children will come back to you too," Chanyuan Shangya said, "I promise."

Chanyuan Shang once spread his illusion all over Fuyuki, maintained such a huge illusion, and was able to fight Florian.But Tokyo is different. Tokyo is much, much bigger than Fuyuki, not to mention the need to calculate refuge locations and plan various routes in his head... Such consumption is simply beyond human ability.

At the same time, it is also necessary to fight against the black fog that can corrode people's spirits and magnify people's negative emotions.

The Master of the Chanyuan is also the person who faces the black mist most directly.Ordinary people stay in the black fog for a while, and their spirits will be eaten away, but what he faces is the black fog of the entire Tokyo.

After sending his mother to the shelter, Shang Yuan also leaned against the wall to recover his strength.

"...It's a little difficult."

He sighed.

There is not much time for them to prepare, not to mention, even if Gojo Satoru went to negotiate with the group of people in the government...the group of people also took chances.A hasty evacuation of the crowd will cause panic in the crowd and will not do any good.And their own manpower is very limited, and they have to concentrate their main combat power against the gods of other worlds in the sky.

Citizens must be evacuated in the fastest and most labor-saving way.

Chan Yuanshang also thought about it.

There is no better candidate than him.

Illusion can also help Gojo Satoru and the others cover up part of the actual combat situation, and the magic world should not be exposed to ordinary people.His ability is not suitable for direct combat, but more suitable for a mobile auxiliary position.

"Shouldn't you go with them?"

The Chanyuan Shang also raised his eyes.

Gojo Satoru: "...well, let's take a look at you."

Of course, he also knew how horribly exhausting it would be for Shangya Zenyuan to protect all the citizens of Tokyo, so he touched his nose and rarely said a few nonsense.His blue eyes stared straight at Shang Ye of the Chanyuan, estimating how long he might be able to last.

"You go and do your own thing," the Zen master frowned, "don't worry about me."

"But it's a little bit of a stretch for Shang Ye, isn't it?"

Gojo Satoru doesn't quite know where the limit of Chanin Takaya is and how long it can last. After losing the protection of Zenin Takaya, the whole of Tokyo will definitely fall into unprecedented chaos: "I will fight quickly."

The Chanyuan Shang also smiled: "So confident?"

"That's a god," he said, "other abilities are unknown, but he has 'immortality' and can corrupt people's spirits...and this is just an appetizer."

"That is indeed a god."

Gojo Satoru nodded in agreement.

"But," he propped his chin with one hand, blinked his eyes, "I'm the strongest."

"..."

The Zen master also moved his eyes away.

Then he tilted his head and urged: "Do what you should do, and I will do what I should do well. At least I will be able to last until you solve that god, and you will not need to do the rest care."

"—Don't worry about it, let alone worry about it."

"You just need to fight in the front, and leave the rear to me. Or do you think," Chanyuan Shang also snorted, and asked him, "I can't do it?"

Zenyuan Shang didn't intend to listen to Wujo Wu's answer, so he turned around on his own.More white mist spread rapidly from around him, and slowly mixed with the black mist in the air. He was trying his best to control the black mist in a place where no one was around.

"...it just needs me to work a little harder," he said.

Gojo Satoru looked at the back of Zenyuan Shangya, shook his head, and smiled.

"Of course I believe you."

It's just that what the strongest man in the magic world couldn't hear was that after he left, the sound of the clock ticking came from Chanyuan Shangya's ear.

Today, it is the dead who return to the world——

The whole month of March.

The Helicopter is coming from the high-level conjurer.

Not everyone can fly in the sky like Gojo Satoru. If you want to fight in the sky, a helicopter is definitely indispensable.At this stage, the high school of conjuration didn't care about keeping any backup, and all the staff came out in full force.

The helicopter was getting closer and closer to the center of the black mist.

"...Is that really a god?"

Knotabagi Yuhito asked the question in everyone's mind.

That ball—

A hideous, pitch-black spherical object that cannot even be called a "humanoid".

Is it really the so-called god?

——Why did the gods degenerate into what they are now?

In any case, in people's impression, the gods should be high above.

Instead of being so embarrassing, greedy, and ugly.

"This is probably the price," Xia Youjie said calmly, "the price of wanting to destroy the future and hurt others for his own selfish desires. Since he had this idea, he can no longer be called a god who protects the world .”

The windows of the helicopter were knocked.

At this height and under such circumstances, there is no other candidate except Gojo Satoru who can knock on the glass.

"It's really ugly," Gojo Satoru floated easily in the sky, sarcasm mercilessly, "Shouldn't this kind of ugly thing come out and be embarrassing?"

He alone guarded the huge black helicopter behind him.

Raise your hand.

Softly:

"The field expands—"

"Infinite space."

Knotabagi Yuhito raised his head and found that the color of the sky had changed.But he soon realized that it wasn't the sky that had changed, but that they had fallen into Gojo Satoru's domain, and the space around them had changed.The huge flow of information and data visible to the naked eye is constantly rushing towards that fallen "god". If this "god" still has the ability to think and knows what he is doing——

Then he will be surrounded by a bunch of useless information and lose the ability to think.

However, surrounded by the "infinite space", the huge black sphere seemed to be unaffected at all.It still sits high in the sky, tirelessly continuing to unleash black mist on the cities below.

"...It's not that your power doesn't work, this sphere is not its true form, it's just an outer defense. It's basically impossible to break through this defense."

Gilgamesh appeared beside them on the golden ship Vimana.

The proud King of Heroes cast a disgusted look at the fallen god, and then didn't want to look at it again—this look is truly disgusting. "Crossing the world is not so easy. It probably used most of its strength to construct this shield, otherwise it would not be able to pass through the gap between the worlds. If you want to kill this guy, you must first fight Shatter its defenses."

Emiya Kiritsugu took a deep breath: "If it's your deviant sword...?"

"After removing this defense," Gilgamesh reminded him, "you still have to face a ghost that can continuously regenerate. And...Although you have completely degenerated and lost the original appearance of a god, you have turned the world's power system It's been thoroughly researched."

"—it forged the defense with most of its strength."

"And this defense has the attack resistance against the world's power system—explain, even if this king's deviant sword falls on this defense, it can only have one percent of the original effect."

... Simply explain, whether it is spells, magic, or even supernatural powers, they can't play any role in this defense.

The infinite space is the best proof.

The helicopter of the Supernatural Secret Service is flying in the sky.

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted coldly, and took off his gloves unhurriedly.

"Chuya should have heard it clearly, right?" Osamu Dazai stood beside him, his sand-colored windbreaker was lifted by the wind, "The enemy's defense is terrifying, and it can continue to regenerate..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed his hat.

"I do not mind."

He said.

"These have nothing to do with me, all I need to do is defeat it."

"But the opposite side can continue to regenerate, and Zhongyuan-kun's power has a limit," Sakaguchi Ango looked at the black object with a headache, "and...we don't have so much time, I don't know how long that one...can last."

The city under the sky is covered with white fog, and no one can see the specific situation in Tokyo.The white mist hangs over Tokyo, forming a huge, transparent shield that keeps the black mist out.Everyone can only see white and black, but the white mist is gradually being eroded—the protective shield is also being gradually worn away.No one knows how long the shield over Tokyo will last.

No one wants to see what kind of hell Tokyo will fall into if the shield is broken.

Florian, who had been silent all this time, raised his eyes and looked at Gilgamesh.He has eyes of the same color as Gilgamesh's. Red in Gilgamesh's eyes is fierce, but Florian's is clear.

The black mist has spotted them and is rushing towards them.

...Even if their mental strength and will are extraordinary, how long can they stay awake in the endless black fog that destroys the spirit and breeds malice?

If you don't destroy this thing.

After Tokyo, there will be Fuyuki soon.In Emiya's house in Fuyuki, Illya and Emiya Shirou still don't know anything...still waiting for Emiya Kiritsugu and Irisviel to come home.

And Gilgamesh...

He should have been at the apex.

Such dirty things must not contaminate the King of Heroes.

He remembered what he said to Tsushima Fuki in the copy not long ago.

"...I feel that I am different from you. If there is a day, I will not make the same choice as you."

He will not voluntarily leave the one he loves like Tsushima Onki.

but……

If you don't destroy this thing.

No amount of firepower will be effective... Irisviel will be very embarrassed, Emiya Kiritsugu will do everything possible, and Illya's future is also...Even if Gilgamesh exits, it shouldn't be the case this kind of thing...

If it is not destroyed, everything is meaningless.

"If there is no way to destroy it from the outside."

Florian said quietly.

"—then let this guy get out by himself."