Disguised Spell Containment Center

On the left, Mori Ogai listened to the live broadcast of Tokyo's online destruction of the world, and on the right, he heard his subordinates rushing to report that there was another accident in the building next door, one head and two big.

"Forget what I say, this is really..."

Huangdianyi: "If Tokyo is doomed, how long do you think Yokohama can last? Just say whether you can save this world."

Edogawa Ranpo complained: "Really, if there is this time, there will be a next time!"

It's just endless!

Huang Dian smiled heartily: "A famous detective is powerful, he can see through the essence at a glance."

Everyone: "You admitted it, right!!"

As soon as Huangdian put away his expression, his voice became much softer: "Because it's the same situation again, this curse spirit is immune to all physical attacks, you can see it clearly, there is no physical means to deal with the existence of this size. It causes damage, and still requires an attack on the spirit and soul. I don’t want all of you to dispatch, what I need is the support of the spirit and soul, and this is the case, and the choice is in your hands.”

Whether love comes or not, if you don't come, everyone will finish the game together - although it will not really become like this, Huangdian will save the world if he says anything, but he gave this attitude first.

Can't you spot his routine?Anyone who is smart can feel it, especially Yokohama, a place with a lot of smart people.

But what he said is indeed true. The situation is already in front of them. It’s okay if they don’t see it. If they see it, no one can stand by. After all, we all live in this world, and the world is about to disappear. Do nothing?It can be seen that his "live broadcast" is cunning.

After explaining the necessary situation, Huang Dianyi immediately softened his tone: "Mr. Fyodor, if you want, I will send someone to pick you up immediately."

Fyodor raised a question mark: "I didn't promise to go, didn't you say that the choice is in my hands."

Huang Dianyi said as a matter of course: "You are different, you have no choice."

Fyodor and the Silent Orchestra suit are very well matched, and they can play [-]% of their strength, but it is a bit troublesome to wake him up afterwards. Considering that it is free labor, Huang Dianyi doesn't care That's it.

Fyodor tugged at his coat, and let out a long breath with no expression on his face: "You really are..."

Huang Dianyi: "Please, Savior!"

Fyodor: "Ha...don't call me that."

Huang Dian smiled: "Is there any problem, Savior?"

Fyodor: "..."

Gogol, who was particularly active at the side, seemed out of place in this depressed atmosphere. Gogol enthusiastically signed up: "I'll go!"

"You?" The supervisor expressed a little disgust, but after thinking about how Gogol could still deliver equipment and be a battlefield transporter, he reluctantly agreed, "Okay."

The matter is settled like this, and then arrange for the employees to teleport to Yokohama, and then teleport them to the battlefield in Tokyo.

On the other hand, Huangdian found a slightly cleaner and safer place, turned on the computer he had just taken out of the company, and began to take over the monitoring of Tokyo, big and small.

The conjurer has also noticed the situation here a long time ago, unless he is blind, it is really hard not to see.

Gojo Satoru had already appeared on the roof of a nearby building when he received the call from Fu Heihui. At the same time, more conjurers were dispatched, even the principal of the high school, Ye Mo Zhengdao.

Several roots of the puncture paradise have spread all over the land of Tokyo, and red thorn trees have grown everywhere.

Not only will it string people together, but the place where the Piercing Paradise is located is also continuously causing erosion damage to the surrounding area. As I said before, erosion damage is like poison for the soul, and those whose souls do not have much resistance use it It won't be long before it will be eaten away, because it is an attack on the soul, and no damage can be seen on the body surface, only the corpse whose face is distorted and terrified due to pain.

Ye Mozheng gritted his teeth as he watched this hellish scene on earth.

When facing this curse spirit, he felt pressure that the enemy was not a curse spirit but a god.

There is a huge sense of absurdity in my heart.

Is this really a curse?

Many conjurers who join the battle have this sense of absurdity, questioning their opponents while fighting.

Gojo Satoru went down with two false moves, and the surrounding buildings were damaged a lot, and he didn't even lose a piece of bark when he hit the piercing paradise.

With such an existence beyond common sense, it's no wonder that a bunch of conjurers began to doubt themselves.

He pulled down the blindfold, and a strange brilliance flowed through the blue pupils, and he "looked" at Piercing Paradise.

If Huangdianyi could see Wujo Satoru's spiritual value, he would definitely find that his spiritual value was reduced like running water.

Huangdianyi is trying to use the limited screen to incorporate the overly large body of the Piercing Paradise, and there are no suitable shots nearby. As a result, his screen can only display a small part of the tree trunk at most, which is very troublesome.

The abnormality of Piercing Paradise will stop only if it is stared at by the supervisor, so as to reduce casualties and better suppress it.

Tried all the surveillance cameras, but found that they couldn't work, Huangdian thought about another way at first.

While he was busy, he answered the continuous incoming calls. As soon as he answered, the old man roared angrily: "Huangdianyi! What the hell is going on!"

Huang Dian took the phone a little farther away, and said in an innocent tone, "It's just that the curse spirits in the curse spirit containment center broke through the containment."

The old man shouted hoarsely: "What the hell is going on at your curse spirit containment center!"

Containment breach today, containment breach tomorrow, containment breach every day!Can it be better?

Huang Dian rubbed his ears, feeling very helpless: "I don't want to do this either, but there is no way."

At least he has improved a lot since the beginning!Unlike before, it was a group of demons dancing wildly, the employees were dying, and the ministers scolded him bloody every day.

"Wait, didn't you just say that you have to have conditions before you can admit to my Curse Spirit Containment Center?"

The old man was furious: "I don't know what condition you are talking about, quickly settle the matter for me! Otherwise, you don't need to open the curse spirit containment center! What about the person wearing the rabbit mask that day? Send them over to protect us..."

Turning off the phone, Huang Dian threw away the phone and rubbed his ears again.

"It's really enviable to be so middle-aged at such an age."

Buzzing, noisy.

The supervisor resisted the urge to smash the keyboard. The work was already boring enough. The supervisor was almost bald playing here with an A-level anomaly, and a group of people who didn't know where came from came to say something strange.

At this time, he noticed that the pollution value of a certain area exceeded that of other areas. He had never seen such a high pollution value so far, even higher than the pollution value in the "city".

Ordinary people in that area were the first to be unable to bear it. When the first person showed a look of despair, it seemed to be contagious, and one after another was infected by the same despair.

People in the polluted area, if they have spiritual values, will show abnormalities at this moment. This kind of pollution is different from the usual sense of mental value zeroing into panic and madness. They are more like losing hope for the future and being deeply driven by despair. Infection, gradually towards death.

Huang Dianyi felt something was wrong, what's going on?

Zooming in, he saw the person in the center of the pollution, Gojo Satoru.

What is Gojo Satoru doing?Didn't he come to help?How could it expand the pollution to such an extent instead?

Huang Dianyi immediately connected to his communication device.

Gojo Satoru heard the ringing of the mobile phone, he didn't intend to pay attention to it at first, but the other party was persistent, so he had no choice but to pick it up.

"Hello?" The situation around Gojo Satoru was already so abnormal, but he himself looked normal.

Huang Dianyi asked hesitantly: "You can't... try to analyze the Piercing Paradise, right?"

Gojo Satoru: "Are you talking about the ability of 'six eyes'?"

Huang Dianyi: "I don't know what six eyes are, but you'd better not try to understand what kind of existence Piercing Paradise is."

Gojo Satoru: "Why?"

It's really hard to say, Huangdian tried to explain: "Just like people's emotions are contagious, so is this curse spirit. If you are infected by too many consciousnesses and thoughts that don't belong to you, you may become less like you. Own."

Gojo Satoru raised the corner of his mouth and said meaningfully, "Curse spirit...well, curse spirit."

Huang Dianyi: "Anyway, if you can't help, don't make trouble for me!"

He sounded really angry, Gojo Satoru took the phone away a little: "I see, then, let's solve it neatly!"

Huang Dianyi did not hear his answer.

Someone appeared behind him, grabbed his collar fiercely, and dragged him over.

A gloomy and angry voice sounded from behind: "You did this, you are so bold, do you know whose place this is?"