Days as a Reincarnator in Yokohama

When the cargo ship in the port Mafia entered the port under martial law in the dark, the captain and crew members still had expressions of shock on their faces.

The nearby members of the Pengelie family received the letter and specially greeted them at the port. Their eyes turned around among the crowd, and their faces were solemn.

Prison Temple Hayato: "Aren't your Central Plains cadres here?"

Nao Tanaka shook his head, with a dazed expression: "The cadre told us to go first, and he was behind."

How to back it up?Doubt appeared in Hayato's eyes.

Nao Tanaka also smiled wryly, he suspected that his boss had started the unspeakable state.

As a subordinate of Chuya Zhongya, he knew more about the situation of his boss, so it was even more difficult to accept in his heart. If he saved them, would anyone go to rescue the cadres?

When the strange crash hit the cargo ship just now, if the boss hadn’t used supernatural powers to assist them in escaping and stayed behind alone, I’m afraid they would have disappeared. In the absence of direct contact, what about the cadres who stayed behind?

He clenched his fists tightly, but he didn't reveal any unnecessary information to Peng Gelie's people.

He firmly believed that a boss as good as a cadre in the Central Plains would definitely come back safe and sound.

……

maritime.

Pingchuan Yaji landed on the edge of the battlefield, and there was chaos in front of him. The sea area in front of him seemed to be experiencing violent winds and tsunami, making it turbulent.

He squinted, trying to make out.

But the heavy night made his already damaged vision even more embarrassing, he could only see the phantom of a huge monster, and the red-black energy overflowing like an electric current.

A heavy ion exploded in front of him, and a large piece of seawater poured into the void, as if splitting the surface of the sea.

The sea water wet his shoes and trousers, and a gust of wind blew by, making him feel cool.

Since he couldn't see clearly, he simply closed his eyes, and the keen five senses brought by the gourmet cells quickly captured the surrounding situation. He heard the sound of tentacles slapping the sea surface, and heard indistinct whispers. The sound of water waves from passing by, and a familiar voice...

"Zhongye?" Hirakawa Yaji turned his head in one direction.

He could vaguely hear the hoarse voice of Zhongyuan Zhongya, who seemed to be exhausted, but the terrifying energy fluctuations rioted in that position, expanding out of control. If he did not control it, Hirakawa Masaki could imagine that the fragile human body would be like The balloon is average, and it explodes when it lasts to the limit.

He hangs above the sea, and in front of him is the terrifying and weird and out-of-control Nakaya who is in a state of filth. For a moment, he recalls in his mind the scene where he was on the rooftop watching the gods turn on the state of filth and break into the pile of weirdness. Although invisible, the scenes overlapped.

But this time is more dangerous than that time.

There is no Osamu Dazai here, and there is no [Disqualification in the World]. When Nakahara started to become dirty, it is doomed that no one can stop him.

Hirakawa Yaji burst into cold sweat, the sword of Damocles above his head was full of energy, and the time pause started from the outside, spreading like a frozen sea.

The strange strength affects the power of his time authority, and on the vast sea, a time freeze-frame picture stretching for tens of kilometers appears in place.

Hirakawa Yaji hid from Zhongya Zhongyuan, and Zhongya Zhongya felt the living targets around him, heavy ions kept coming out of his hands, and the small black holes smashed the trapped ghosts one after another.

Hirakawa Masaki was anxious, he could feel that Chuya Nakahara's body was reaching its limit, but he couldn't make him stop.

The translucent ability user around him can neither bring the ultimate anti-different ability Osamu Dazai over, nor can he get close to Chuya Nakahara who is out of control, and his time suspension is ineffective against Chuya Nakahara, who also has time suspension .

"Cough cough." Blood spilled from the corner of Zhongyuan Zhongye's mouth.

The red and black inscriptions appeared outside the surface of his body, making him look like an evil god.

He wanted to get close to Chuya Zhongyuan again and again, but was rejected by him again and again. Maybe he still had a little instinct, he didn't hurt him, but

will stay away.Other than that, the only thing that is gratifying is that Zhong Yuanzhong in this state does not seem to be affected by the San value, and he has not been physically alienated after fighting Weird for so long.

In such a stalemate, Nakahara Chuya's physical strength gradually reached its limit. The red light on his body seemed to be cut off, and suddenly went out for a moment. He staggered down and sank into the sea.

Time is infinitely extended at this moment.

The cold sea water, and the body that could no longer move, for a moment, Nakahara Chuya's consciousness was cleared for a moment.

Sea water poured into his sleeves and trousers, poured into his nasal cavity and ear canal, the warm blood blurred his vision, and the sea in front of him became farther and farther away...

Is this death?Nakahara Chuya, who fought to the last moment in the filth, was so calm in his heart that he seemed to welcome the expected belonging.

only……

He curled his fingers hard to grab something, his heart was full of unwillingness, but he only grabbed a handful of sea water, which overflowed as his fingers tightened.

Ya Ji... He was reluctant.

Even a long time ago, when he partnered with Osamu Dazai, he simulated that bastard partner countless times in his mind to let him die in the filth. Waiting for the mackerel fish to hammer him, but he has no regrets in his heart; but now, his heart is full of deep resentment!

He struggled hard, but all he showed was a slight twitch of his body.

"Puff-"

A large splash of water exploded, and Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he seemed to be hallucinating, otherwise how could he see Yaji at the last moment?

Hirakawa Yaji closed his mouth tightly, held his breath, and jumped in a fish, following the direction where Zhongyuan Zhongya fell.

Under the surface of the sea, the clear sea water was disturbed by strange disturbances, and the currents in all directions confuse the senses. In this deep sea, if a person falls, he is likely to be washed away by the current, and he cannot see with his eyesight now.

For a moment, a number of expectations appeared in his mind if he didn't catch Chuya Nakahara, and they smashed him one by one until he felt suffocated.

It wasn't until a certain point, when the soft fingertips touched, that he immediately tightened his fingers and touched the warm and beating side of his neck, that Hirakawa Masaki realized that his heart was beating like it was about to pop out of his chest cavity.

He grabbed Nakahara Chuya's wrist, and pulled him out of the water with force from his waist and abdomen.

Under the sea, compared to the huge monsters in the sea, they are not as big as a sucker, and the authority of time is firmly imprisoned in this area. Under the sea, it looks like a dense tropical rainforest, and they are a pair of tiny fireflies.

He rushed out of the sea in one breath and floated on the sea. He blinked, but still couldn't see clearly.

He touched the corner of Chuya's mouth, and his fingertips were stained with more and more warm liquid, it was blood, which stained the clothes of both of them red.

He trembled, his mind blank.

The skin under his hands was chapped and bleeding, like a parched earth.

He knew that no one could save him now, and that Chuya would really die if he didn't do something.

Holding the firmest belief, he condensed the energy of time and infiltrated Nakahara Chuya's body bit by bit. On the sword of Damocles in the sky, the original red lines swam like blood dragons, and the colorless hilt On the ground, cracks appeared, and vigorous energy collided in his body.

In Scepter4 far away in Tokyo, the Weitzman monitor is so loud that it will deafen people's ears tonight.

"Dididi——" Another urgent siren sounded, and a red mark appeared on the map in the direction of the Mediterranean Sea.

The monitor immediately reported: "A new Weizmann deviation value has broken through the warning value detected in the Mediterranean region."

He looked at the map and said in surprise, "It's the new Colorless King."

This would only happen to normal kings in two to three years at the earliest, and Pingchuan Yaji directly broke the record of this monitoring value.

A black shadow half-detached from Nakahara Chuya's body, and half seemed to be attracted by the sword of Damocles in the sky.

The moment it appeared, the sea area seemed to be pressed down a few meters.

Hirakawa Yaji felt severe pain in his head, as if torn apart his soul, and then stuffed things into it. The violent and terrifying energy flowed in his meridians, boiling hot like magma.

He lowered his shoulders, pressed his forehead against Nakahara Chuya's chest, his eyes were sore from the pain.

But no matter how painful it was, he didn't stop it. Instead, he took the initiative to open the wound and merge with it.

The pain was numb, and the seconds seemed like years.

Under his torment and the intense gaze of Scepter4, the cracked colorless sword finally stopped trembling. The originally colorless and crystal-like sword of Damocles seemed to be poured with ink, and the blade turned transparent black , and covered with thin cracks, part of the gorgeous hilt was broken, and the broken pieces fell down.

In the dark, he felt that he was also connected to Zhongyuan Zhong. He could feel his state and use the supernatural powers in his body. Although they were two people, he felt that they were inseparable from each other.

Wonderful feeling.

He felt that the negative influence of Chuya Zhongyuan had been replaced by the colorless sword, and it should be separated from the filth.

But he still touched Zhongyuan Zhongye's carotid artery worriedly, sniffed his breath, and he was relieved to be sure that it was much stronger than before.

A healing tulip appeared, and Zhongyuanzhong was also thrown into it.

There was a chilling chewing sound from the huge flower. Masaki Hirakawa moved his wrist and found that he could also control gravity, so while pulling the healing tulip, he cleaned up the weirdness that was suspended by time one by one.

In addition to gravity, he discovered that he could also create small black holes into which he could throw these weird fragments.

After a few minutes, the healing tulip stopped chewing.

At the same time, Zhongye's voice came out.

Hirakawa Yaji: "Zhongye, don't attack!"

A lifelike fist print appeared on the petals of the healing tulip. The healing tulip seemed aggrieved after eating happily. The flower bulged and spit out Zhong Yuanzhong, and then twisted to the other side with huge buds hanging down.

Zhong Yuanzhong also adjusted his posture in the air, and landed lightly on the sea surface. If his clothes were not almost damaged, he would have looked extraordinarily handsome.

It's a pity that Hirakawa Yaji couldn't see his handsome figure for the time being, he squinted and looked in the direction of Chuya Zhongyuan.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt the feeling of being connected with Pingchuan Yaji's mind and power, and couldn't help being stunned.