Why aren't people raising me

Verlaine opened the "door".

Besieged, overwhelmed by overwhelming hostility, he wants to return equal malice.

"You will hate, benumbed, weakened,

and all the ravages you have suffered in the past,

It was all returned to us,

on innocent nights,

Blood flowed. "

The blond man-made psychic sang verses with hatred in his heart.

Weird lines appeared on his skin, the magnetic field around his body became weird, and "black snow" of unknown structure appeared.

Osamu Dazai's intermittent voice came from the radio in the fool's hand, the voice was blurred by the strange magnetic field and shock wave, "Hurry up and evacuate!"

Stupid Bird adjusted the volume and listened closely to his ear, "What is he talking about?"

Not only him, but the rest of the people were also extremely confused. Some delayed the first time to retreat, and some even retreated and couldn't reach a safe place in a short time.

"boom--"

A black ball rushed towards the forest.

In an instant, that area was completely wiped out, just like the formation of Lei Bo Street, the land, flowers, air, everything disappeared without a trace like being sucked into a black hole.

"Master Dazai, Class [-] is gone!"

On Osamu Dazai's radio came the voice of other team leaders reporting.

The black ball flew straight towards the place where the heavy machine gun was placed, and Verlaine aimed the firepower from which side, trying to destroy everything there.

"What's that?" Stupid Bird pulled down the binoculars on his forehead, looked at the floating black alien, his face became serious, "Is that Verlaine? Is this his ability?"

In a blink of an eye, he found that Masaharu Nakahara was dragging something with his hand. The lines extending from his fingertips reflected the moonlight, which at first glance seemed to shine like a swimming galaxy.

Some people's screams were swallowed by loud noises, and those who were crushed by gravity might not even know where their blood flowed.

Stupid Bird stammered, "Masaji, what are you doing?"

He looked in the direction of the line, and saw the sea of ​​forest shaking in the darkness, something was moving rapidly inside, suddenly, a dark shadow was brought out of the forest, his body seemed to be pulled by something solid, the corner of his sleeve Still burning sparks.

The man looked dazed, only seeing the receding scenery around him and himself soaring. He waved his limbs and frantically extinguished the flames on his clothes, "What, what? Am I rescued?"

On the mountainside, Masaharu Nakahara showed some difficulty, "It's so heavy."

"Heavy?" The stupid bird still didn't understand what it meant.

In the next second, figures one after another were dragged out of the woods. Some of them were not so lucky, and their whole bodies rubbed against the ground, while some seemed to be swept into the air by a force.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" The time manipulator's eyes widened, the traction force broke after they collectively arrived at a certain place, he fell to the ground and rolled several times due to inertia, although he was surprised , but when he realized that he had escaped from Verlaine's attack range, he was grateful for a moment. He turned his eyes and looked around, "Where's Hualien? Where is Hualien——Hualien!"

"I'm here."

That is the superhuman who manipulates ice and snow, a woman with white hair and white shoulder straps, her expression is very calm, even in the face of death, even if she feels pain, she seems unable to respond.

The man rushed forward and hugged her excitedly, "You're hurt! Did you slide over by rubbing against the ground? Your skin is covered in blood..." He trembled in fear, "But it's great, you still Alive, we survived beside that monster-like man!"

"but……"

"Who saved us?"

They were pulled out of the range of the gravity ball before it fell.

The leader of the second squad crawled to catch the walkie-talkie that he accidentally threw out, "Master Dazai! We are fine, we were rescued! Thank you very much!"

They thought it was the backhand arranged by Osamu Dazai.

"Saved?" Dazai Osamu was slightly dazed, the unexpected development made him shake, and he walked quickly to the glass of the train, "A strange guy has sneaked in."

"Rescued?" Guangjin Liulang, who was standing next to the boy, repeated in surprise, "Isn't it the person with supernatural power you found?"

"The attack on Verlaine has already used up all of its strength, so there is no idle time."

Soon, there were more voices on the intercom,

"Class [-] is gone—eh? It seems like the base is gone."

"Master Dazai! My subordinates and I are fine, ahem...at least there is no danger of life, but injuries are inevitable. We still have weapons and can still shoot!."

How many people were sucked into the magnetic field of gravity, and their hands and feet disappeared almost instantly.

"Where is Class [-]?! Dazai-sama, that black ball is flying towards Class [-]—!"

"Class five!"

After a while, just five seconds, the intercom came back, "We were pulled away, it's the thread! Someone wrapped the thread on all of us!"

Those threads are simply lifelines that pull people out of hell. They spread all over the entire forest at some point, slender but tough.

"Is it spider silk..." someone murmured.

"Line..." Osamu Dazai moved his eyes, pressed the intercom to change the channel, and connected to the person who shouldn't care about this period, "Stupid bird, where is Masaharu?"

This time, the stupid bird heard it clearly, after all, it was a message specifically for him, "I'm here...well, but we're not in the safe house."

Osamu Dazai stood in the train, looking down through the giant glass.

Guangjin Liulang pointed in one direction, "Master Dazai, over there."

They followed the direction of the change and saw the Milky Way.

The Milky Way, which flashes past in the dark night, seems to disappear in the next second.

Masaharu Nakahara stepped back to increase the pulling force, although it was of no use, "It's so heavy!"

The voice reached Osamu Dazai, "Masaji!" The young man's voice seemed a little hurried, "Stupid bird, your task is to keep him safe in the safe house."

The idiot bird who had been trained shrank his head, and he heard the coldness in the voice, "Sorry, this subordinate is incompetent." He looked at the hard-working and focused Masaharu, seemingly helpless, "However, I can't stop him .”

He is not the child who had no power to restrain the chicken.

Some people will be like this, the greater the ability, the more responsibility they will take on.

Dazai Osamu's gloomy face seemed to ooze black air, "You can't stop him? There are tranquilizers and sleeping pills in the safe room, you give him two!"

The foolish bird was stunned, "Ah, ah?"

"Is your brain dumber than a slug?"

The stupid bird died of grievance, "No matter how inhuman I am, I can't use those on a child..."

Nakahara Masaharu is still unfamiliar with the use of abilities, which also makes him unable to control the human body as freely as tired, and manipulates them like marionettes.

But it's amazing that a body that looks so weak shows courage and faith that cannot be ignored.

The idiot bird seemed to be shocked, "Master Dazai... I think Masaharu... is more powerful than we imagined."

"He does more than the backup team."

Successive voices of rejoicing came from the walkie-talkie. They never expected that they would survive Verlaine's counterattack.

Osamu Dazai shrank his fingertips,

"never mind."

The young man stared at the movement on the battlefield, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to melt a little, "If Yazhi wants to save him, then let him save him. But you must ensure his safety."

The idiot bird said firmly and forcefully, "Yes, Mr. Dazai!"

The next moment, his eyes widened, "Yazhi! Get out of there!"

A black ball flew towards them.

It's not suitable to go anywhere now, and the speed of attacking with human legs can't match, so the fool bird rushed forward regardless, and jumped off the cliff with the child.

"boom--"

The loud noise surrounded the mountainside, and a hollow appeared out of thin air.

"Stupid bird? Masaharu?" Osamu Dazai felt bad, and no one responded even after calling twice, "It's just a thread that's pulled, it can't stop Verlaine's power at all."

Guangjin Liulang looked at the tragedy, "Maybe they just lost the walkie-talkie."

"I hope so."

"Master Dazai, you should run away too."

"Escape? No, no one can escape the counterattack of NO.12 of Black."

Osamu Dazai looked at the center under siege, the man who lost his mind and almost turned into a beast,

His voice was unusually calm,

"The plan continues."

The only way to defeat him is to let him lose his judgment.

***

An orange light pierced the night sky, which was a signal that could attract demons.

A monster shaped like a dragon appears in the human world as if it broke through a sealed door. It is the singularity transformed by Verlaine, and it will bring disasters to everyone.

As a result, the mafia who had a breathing space once again ushered in death.

This time they didn't even need Dazai Osamu's order, they hurried to escape, but in the rugged forest, they couldn't beat the breath of the monster.

It was a dark flame, the "Secret of the Gentle Forest".

It is a devouring devouring.

Even Verlaine couldn't stop everything. Like an old man who was about to die, he reached out his hand to Zhong Ye a second before his consciousness fell into chaos, "Run away, Zhong Ye."

"The world is about to end."

The behemoth walked towards the city. Based on the speed and distance, it would take three to 10 minutes for him to cause damage to the city.

On the other side, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya are also discussing a plan to turn the tide of the war.

In fact, there is no plan, only gravity can defeat gravity, and only "brother" Chuya Nakahara can defeat Verlaine.

Central Plains also needs to open the "door" to hit the monster Jige with the power of Huang Ba's spit.

But if he opened the door, Zhong Yuanzhong would also erase the traces of the past in his body, and he would never know whether he was an artificial string or a real human being.

But none of these can actually affect the Central Plains.

Even though he is an artificial ability, even if he has no soul, he believes in his feelings and personality, and even more in the sincerity poured into him by his friends and relatives.

"Chuya, I want to tell you something."

In just 3 minutes of making the decision, Osamu Dazai said to him calmly, "Masaji is lost."

Nakahara Chuya's eyes lost their spirit for a moment, he couldn't believe it, "...what did you say?"

"He came here because he found a large number of deaths. He lost contact during the scuffle."

Masaharu Nakahara couldn't ignore death.

He cared about other people's deaths almost more than his own.

In Dazai Osamu's view, this doesn't actually look like good intentions, but rather like being pushed by shackles and forced to walk helplessly. He can't tell how much Masaharu is willing, but human nature is complicated, no matter what the purpose is, What Masaharu Nakahara has done is grateful.

"Then I have to end all of this quickly." Zhongyuan Zhong also looked up at the monster in the sky, "Otherwise, I will be deprived of the time to find my brother."

At this moment, the idiot bird suddenly got in touch with Osamu Dazai. He grabbed a walkie-talkie from a mafia, and said eagerly,

"Master Dazai, Masaharu—!"

Even though his voice has been electronically processed, it still reveals a strong inconceivable,

Osamu Dazai interrupted his incoherent speech in a deep voice, "I saw it."

He saw it.

He stood on the roof of the huge gas storage tank, looking down at the black flames below—and the fiery red lines.

The dense red threads are like the dense blood vessels in the human body, they are woven into an unbreakable net, shrinking from the initial huge range visible to the naked eye,

It no longer saves people one by one, but traps the culprit—the monster Jiger,

"Carved wheel."

Nakahara Masaharu gently read the name of this blood ghost technique.

His ten fingers were already blood red, and the blood color gradually spread to the back of his hand.

Not only that, those lines built a protective net at the top of the forest, which may not be able to stop the attack of the monster Jiger, but every intersection of it is connected to a person.Masaharu Nakahara used the extended line to expand his perception, and had an insight into the layout of the entire battlefield. He had a clear idea of ​​everyone's position, and with just a shake, people in that area could immediately fly tens of meters away.

Like a living ocean, enveloping everyone under a protective layer.

Therefore, the black light wave emitted by the Warcraft Jiger cannot take away any souls.

Masaharu Nakahara was standing in the middle of the blood line, looking from above, he was a sudden white spot.

"It's not bad." Darryl narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, "But this is the maximum power you can use, so take it easy, you pass this wave, it's probably like the one who used the fire dancing god The whole body is sore like a happy boy."

A mafia member looked up at the apocalyptic scene, but somehow felt relieved.

Suddenly, the tip of his nose felt cold, and he subconsciously reached out to touch it and found it was blood.

"Xian... Are you full of blood?"

The idiot bird shivered and shouted, "Central Plains... Masaharu!"

Such a large range of supernatural powers is almost comparable to that of transcendents.

But Masaharu Nakahara is only nine years old!

Didn't he just awaken the power?

"Enough, what the hell are you doing?!"

"It's obvious."

Masaharu Nakahara gritted his teeth and tried his best to persist. His voice was a little hoarse, but pierced through the air and echoed in the night,

"If this is a natural disaster, manpower can overcome it!"

Warcraft Jiger is coming this way.

A petite figure flew straight towards him without hesitation,

The hearing of the ghost allowed Masaharu Nakahara to hear the voice of the man, firm and brave,

"You, allow the filth of darkness, and don't restore my awakening."

It is also in the Central Plains.

His black coat fluttered like wings, and the black flames just like Verlaine wrapped huge heat to distort the space, flying in the air ignoring gravity, all around him was black snow, and his whole body was covered with red marks like scars.

He gave up pursuing the truth of his life experience, no longer entangled in whether he is a human being, and even blocked his life at the moment when he decided to confront the monster Jiger.

The young man stared at the ground like a beast, as if he was on the verge of losing consciousness.

but.

Masaharu Nakahara met his eyes from afar.

When those eyes looked at him, they were still gentle.