The lover that gravity makes is wrong

"what happened?"

On the deck, Zhong Yuanzhong also wiped the rainwater off his face and asked loudly.

"It was discovered."

The third son raised his eyes and looked at the purple lightning that was constantly brewing in the black cloud, and said solemnly,

"Time and space have their own rules. Before, it was because of the illusion as a protective shell. Now that the illusion is shattered, the law of time and space has noticed the generals and they want to drive them away."

To put it simply, it is to exclude strangers who do not belong to this world.

But it's not a big problem. Even the law is willing to give a favor to the dead souls of strangers with merit.

The red-haired ghost girl stared at the clouds in the sky.

Until I saw the backlog of black clouds seemed to be pushed horizontally by some force, stuck, and reluctantly retreated towards the two sides, revealing a hole in the center of the circle,

The third son's eyes lit up, he turned his head and shouted at the soldiers,

"The space-time corridor is open! There is only one chance, pass through it, and you can go home! Hurry up!"

The laws of the world are never easy to talk to. More often than not, they are more like a series of edited programs. There is no so-called forgiveness or mercy, and they will only act according to the coded instructions.

This time, it was only a glimmer of life left out based on the merits and wishes of the soldiers from another world.

There is only one chance, and they must be sent away before the "sweeping thunder" descends.

In the howling wind, the red-haired ghost waited eagerly at the silent general.

The soul-binding bell has appeared in her hands, and everything is ready, as long as the heroic spirits nod, she can send them away——

【"Sorry, we can't go yet."】

"...Go on, what did you say?"

The third son was stunned, as if he didn't hear clearly, and looked at the black-haired general in astonishment.

The black-haired, black-eyed middle-aged general looked at the third son, and calmly repeated the words: 【"Thank you for your kindness, little girl, but I'm sorry, we can't leave yet, the people on board still need us."】

on board...

The red-haired girl reacted, and she frowned hard.

Of course she knew that the black-haired general was referring to the survivors on the ceiling of the guest room.

There are a total of 270 soldiers, that is the task of foreign soldiers, and it is for this reason that the heroic spirits have been trapped in the illusion for decades, still repeating the past history, and protecting this unrecognizable cruise ship.

Because the people are right behind them.

This is their mission and responsibility.

But the third son also knew what the group of people wished, what they voluntarily gave up.

Otherwise, she would not be able to know how to smash Yu Jue and awaken the heroic spirit.

270 and eight soldiers, plus 130 and two soldiers, the temporarily opened space-time corridor will not be closed until they all leave.

As I said at the beginning, each plane has its own rules.

And one of the most important points is to keep it stable and clean.The same principle as a closed ball, the less it is opened, the more stable the plane will be.

The stingy rules don't give them much time.

When the countdown runs out, what is waiting for this group of heroes from different worlds is the real one——

The third son frowned.

【"The little girl we know, we all know."】

The black-haired general looked at the third son, a gentle smile flashed across Su Rong's face,

【"If there are only two points in the very hope, then leave all two points to the people. If there is no life in the one point of hope, then hold the gun in your hand and earn a change for them."】

【"Little girl, this is our responsibility."】

The third son looked up at the black-haired general: "... Even if you will die and disappear completely, and you will never be able to return to your hometown, is it okay?"

The black-haired general was silent for a while.

【"How can it be okay?"】

In the pouring rain, the speaking general closed his eyes, and a nostalgic expression appeared on his resolute face. He murmured as if recalling

【"Wrapped in horse leather, returning the soul to the hometown is the wish of every soldier like us. The hometown is in front of us. Who doesn't want to go home?"】

【"But--"】

The black-haired general opened his eyes suddenly.

He stared straight at the distant sky, his pupils stared at the center of the clouds, the center of which was shrinking, and said sonorously,

【"However, we also remember that before putting on this military uniform, we swore an oath to the national emblem—"】

【"We are soldiers of the people. We should do our best to defend the people and the freedom and honor we have always cherished. May courage and strength be with us!"】(①)

So, they won't back down, and they can't back down!

Rumble!

The black clouds buzzed, and amidst the purple light, a two-finger-wide Thunder Snake fell from the air, striking at the feet of a group of soldiers as if warning and urging.

Yet no one was afraid, and no one took a step back.

They looked at the commander firmly, silently waiting for the order——

The heavy rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the hail-like rain splashed on the faces of the heroic spirits like punishment, and hit the medals on their shoulders.

The black-haired general raised his hand and gave the last order.

【"All of them—turn right! Run! Bring back none of the 270 eight people!"】

……

…………

These soldiers!These soldiers——! !

The red-haired ghost girl raised her head, took a deep breath, and tightly clenched Nakahara Chuya's cuff with her fingers,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, can I ask you something?"

Nakahara also stretched out his hand, tugged down on the edge of the glove, and said calmly,

"Already got it, ruined the guest quarters of the cruise ship, right?"

This little thing is a piece of cake for a gravity user.

The red supernatural light appeared on the young man's body, Zhongya Nakahara squatted down on one knee, gently pressed the palm of his right hand on the ground, and whispered softly,

"Extraordinary ability, gravity operation."

The red light of gravity attached to the deck, and driven by Nakahara Chuya, it spread crazily towards the main body of the cruise ship at a blazing speed!But in just a few seconds, the entire cruise ship was covered.

"fall."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stretched out his palm, and gently grasped with five fingers facing inward.

The next moment, the cruise ship vibrated violently like a crack.

In the distance, a striking cloud of smoke rose from the direction of the guest room dock. During the collapse, countless shattered ceilings, mixed with the souls of the dead who had no time to escape, were engulfed and flew towards them, and happened to land at the feet of the running soldiers. .

【"It's too late——!"】

【"Let's go! You guys go!"】

【"Just bring me a word, children, you go! Go home!"】

The black-haired and black-eyed ghosts still wanted to struggle, but they were picked up silently by the soldiers like rice bags, and quickly sent back to the deck at the bow.

"I'm sorry, everyone, it seems that I still have to break the contract."

The red-haired ghost girl smiled brightly at the black-haired dead man on the deck.

The golden soul-binding bell rang in her hand, and when it was waved, it formed a binding knot, tying up the dead who were unwilling to move one by one, and throwing them all into the ever-shrinking space-time corridor.

One, ten, one hundred, two hundred...

As the space-time circle gradually closed, and only one gap remained, the 278 dead finally disappeared into the sky.

On the cruise ship, the black-haired general stared blankly at the sky, with a relieved smile on his face,

【"Report, fortunately, the mission of Flying Eagle Eighth Squad has been completed."】

At the same time, the dark clouds in the sky began to roll.

As if knowing that the countdown was over, the oppressive clouds gathered frantically towards the center.

The thunder roared, the furious waves raged, and amidst the howling hurricane, the light in the sky flickered twice, and a ring-shaped thunder light gathered, powerful and ruthless.

For a moment, the sky and the earth seemed to be covered with lightning, and even the surface of the sea trembled in fear.

The leading black-haired general had no fear, he laughed out loud, turned around, and said to the solemn third son,

【"Thank you little girl, now, I have no regrets."】

No regrets?

The red-haired girl stared at the black-haired general quietly, blinked her eyes suddenly, grinned and said doubtfully,

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about, General."

"So... there is no such thing as regret, let's wait until you go back to your hometown."

The black-haired general was stunned: ["What did you say? The space-time corridor has been closed—"]

"Not yet!"

The third son laughed and pointed to the sky, "Look, isn't there still a wisp left!"

The heroic spirits of Flying Eagle Squad raised their heads in astonishment. The next moment, their eyes widened in disbelief, and their sockets were red.

Just like soldiers regard protecting the people as their bounden duty.

Sometimes, even the seemingly powerless and deceitful people want to guard their "protector god".

——In the direction where the soldiers of the heroic spirits looked, a very faint light struggled to float down from the thick thunderclouds, like connecting filaments, and kept trying to approach them.

No, that's not a filament.

That is, 270 and eight dead people, holding hands, connected their arms and bodies to form a rope leading home, a way home!

【"You, them, they..."】

The black-haired general opened and closed his mouth, stammering, unable to speak a word for a long time.

His always resolute, steel-like face showed the bewilderment of a rookie when he failed for the first time.

The third son stretched out his hand, and gently pushed the palm of the black-haired hero on the back,

"Go, heroes, they are waiting for you."

……

…………

Perhaps realizing that he was being fooled, the brewing thunder lighted up like a rage.

The thunder and lightning exploded in amazement, and the compelling white light aimed at the connected "string" and the soldiers of the heroic spirits, striking straight down——! !

【】【】——! !

The dead wailed loudly.

but……

It does not matter.

The red-haired girl looked up at the angry sky and smiled lightly.

A unified soul that awakens the desires of all beings

The wishes of all living beings can trigger the miracle of rules

——[Different abilities, all living beings wish]

At this moment, Zhongyuan Zhong also saw it again.

Countless shining rays of light emerged from the bodies of the dead and heroic spirits, and they circled around the red-haired girl like a galaxy.

Then brought the silver-white light of supernatural powers and turned it into a transparent barrier, firmly blocking the furious thunder that struck the heroic spirits.

boom!

Thunder exploded like cracking the sky, and a new space-time corridor appeared in the sky.

Only this time, the scope of the corridor is larger and clearer.

Its ending mirrors the home of the Heroic Spirits.

The majestic red palace wall appears at the end of the corridor, with brick-red glazed tiles, and high cornices on both sides like the wings of birds.

The gold-red emblem of corn ears and sickle hangs in the center, shining with awe-inspiring golden light that cannot be seen directly.

when - when -

The distant and long bell rang, with vigilance and quiet power.

In the light, Sanzi saw two figures wearing a black hat and a white hat appearing at the end.

Their long clothes are made of cedars, and they hold similar soul-hunting ropes and soul-calling banners in their hands, carrying the breath of another underworld.

Successful.

The third son breathed a sigh of relief, and happily waved goodbye to the sky, "Have a good trip, unknown heroes—!"

It seems to be saying goodbye to the red-haired ghost messenger, and it is also like welcoming the returning heroic spirit.

In the distance, the sound of gun salute came from the space-time corridor.

Twelve times to the sky, this is respect, condolences and farewell to the heroes.

……

…………

The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees.The heaven and the earth are traveling against each other, and they are in mourning for the eternal dust.

October [-], [-] at midnight

Heroes of another world, come home.

****

At the same time, Yokohama

A young man with red hair and a camel coat stood quietly in front of a foreign food store.

This is a restaurant that Oda Sakunosuke often goes to.

The boss is a retired middle-aged uncle, who stews spicy curry superbly.Every time Oda Sakunosuke came to eat, he would give the red-haired young man a spoonful of heavy red curry.

The two chatted about their daily life while listening to the cheerful voices of the children on the second floor.

Unfortunately, all of these disappeared in an explosion and fire.

When Sakunosuke Oda arrived, the familiar restaurant building was only left with collapsed broken wood. When the sea breeze blew, the smell of burning wood and protein filled his chest.

It took the red-haired youth three hours. When the early morning twilight lit up in the sky, he dug out six charred corpses and a charred little finger from a pile of ashes and broken logs.

Oda Sakunosuke recognized this little finger.

Just three days ago, the youngest girl, Saki Le, was still pouting and showing him the wound she had accidentally scratched.

Oda Sakunosuke stood alone in front of the corpse for a long time.

Then he calmly dug up the soil and buried the bodies of the children and the owner of the foreign food shop, and calmly put on a slightly thinner bulletproof vest.

He disassembled the two commonly used pistols and cleaned them again, quickly oiled them and assembled them, and inserted them into the holsters under his two armpits.

A map depicting the mountain area was firmly held in his hand.

Everything is ready.

"Odasaku!"

Just as the red-haired youth was about to leave, a hurried voice stopped him.

Oda Sakunosuke turned his head, it was Dazai Osamu.

Due to the rush all the way, the black-haired and kite-eyed boy's aura is not very stable. It is obvious that Oda Sakunosuke is the one who lost relatives and friends, but at this moment, the boy's complexion is not much better than that of the red-haired youth.

Days of planning and calculation made the boy's already pale complexion even more unhealthy, and the darker circles under his eyes would be comparable to a certain national treasure.

"Dazai."

Oda Sakunosuke looked at Osamu Dazai silently, and passed the map in his hand, "The location is already known. Judging from the current fighting situation, the opponent is the remaining main force of Mimic, and the number is about 20 people..." (②)

"Odasaku!" Osamu Dazai interrupted the red-haired youth.

He took a deep breath and said quickly,

"Although it's strange for me to say that, the thing you entrusted and longed for has not died. The leader went to a secret meeting a few hours ago, and the rest of the matter was handed over to me. Everything is not over yet..."

"It's over for Dazai."

"Right now, I have only one wish."

After Oda Sakunosuke finished speaking, he turned his head and left, without looking at Osamu Dazai behind him.

Osamu Dazai didn't stop him, he just turned his head, quietly watching the back of his friend leaving like a sculpture.

Until there was a "beep", the urgent reminder sounded from the pocket of the coat.

Osamu Dazai's body trembled slightly, as if he had come to life, he quickly took out his beeping mobile phone, and pressed the latest news on it.

On the glowing screen, there was a short sentence——

[Huang Quan has sent the hero away. 】

hero...

Unfortunately, what they encountered here was a group of despicable ghost mice.

They don't have a reliable protector, so they can only clean it up by themselves.

Osamu Dazai looked at the message sent by his partner on the screen, and pressed a series of words expressionlessly.

——[It's time to start, shipwreck. 】