My Tokusho Life Simulation

He clutched his belt, his already blurred vision became even more blurred.

The rain, the fire, the city, and the figure of the boy all gradually blurred.

The scorched stench poured into the nostrils all the time, and the unwarranted mourning seemed to echo under the night sky.

If, just let that thing out like this...

Such thoughts welled up in Goshiro Yusuke's vague consciousness.

If he falls, more people will die and more people will be hurt afterward.

However, he cannot do this.

"No...absolutely can't...become...such a...monster..."

Sora clenched his fists tightly and propped his body up with one trembling arm.

He stood up again.

"Five generations."

It seemed that someone was talking.

But I can't hear it anymore.

"Five generations—!"

But the voice gradually became clearer.

Sora shook his head and looked up into the sky.

The same goes for Dacuba.

they.

Seeing a dark figure, pierced the night sky and pierced the rain curtain.

It was a warrior in pitch-black armor with eyes as blue as the sky.

The light from the jetpack behind him almost lit up the night sky.

"Zhuo Zhen!!!"

Luther's shout came completely and clearly at this moment.

"Yes...Mr. Yuan..."

Wudai murmured, his body suddenly lost the strength to stand up.

He was at the end of his strength, and his seriously injured body could only stand up desperately with a single breath.

But at this moment, he was relieved.

puff.

Sora fell face down, the nerve veins protruding from the severed arm, slowly joined together with only a trace of skin and flesh remaining in the right arm.

"Are you coming..."

Daguba murmured, when another drop of rain fell, he was no longer a boy.

The G4 in the sky controls the jetpack with the twin sticks in his hands, and in front of the twin sticks are two rotary machine guns with a familiar style.

Da-da-da-da.

When Luther pulled the trigger, hundreds of bullets came one after another.

But Dacuba just stood there, not moving an inch, letting the rain of bullets hit him and sparks.

But in the end, there was not even a trace of the pure white body dotted with golden decorations.

Human technology, before the ultimate power, seems to be just a joke that is not worth mentioning.

In the end, Dacuba was just indifferent, standing still, staring at G4 flying through the air with his hands raised.

Kaka.

The red-burning revolver barrel stopped turning, and the last bullet was empty.

The raindrops on the top evaporated and rose instantly, leaving only the harsh sound of sizzling.

"Even if it is raised to the limit, can't it be compared with the ultimate?"

Luther murmured.

The pitch-black G4 hovered in the air, and the light from the jetpack behind it gradually faded.

Click.

The sound of mechanical deformation came from behind him, and the rocket launcher with four missiles stopped on G4's shoulder.

Each round is equivalent to hundreds of GX rounds.

Whether it is power or cost.

The power supply line was connected to the belt, and a large amount of electricity suddenly poured into it.

Luther reached into the gap of the jetpack, and when he stretched out again, the hook lock of Antares had already been put on it.

The bladed claws shot out quickly, but instead of landing elsewhere, they wrapped around Kuraga's ankle.

Immediately afterwards, the 20-ton pulling force easily pulled the fainted Souga to his side.

Even with the head down, the pose doesn't look pretty at all.

At this moment, Luther pulled the trigger again.

Whoosh.

The missile shot out its tail flame and flew away at an astonishing speed.

Dacuba remained unmoved.

He didn't resist, and he didn't raise his hand to shoot down the missile.

Instead, he let the bullets roar and let the missiles fall towards him in twos and threes.

boom--!

When the four missiles exploded, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and a violent impact swept over.

The G4 in the air shook violently, and was almost carried higher into the sky by the shock wave.

The gunpowder smoke under the rain has not dissipated for a long time.

But most of the satellite cities have been completely destroyed.

The next moment, the white figure slowly walked out of the deep pit.

He is still silent.

The intact body seemed to be mocking something silently.

However, Luther's gaze swept across Da Cuba's waist and abdomen, and an inaudible scar on it quickly disappeared.

"It's not useless." He said to himself: "It's that he recovered."

Then, the figure of G4 rushed into the night sky and finally disappeared.

Dacuba still stood where he was, motionless.

—on the clouds.

The huge, pitch-black transport plane stopped here.

G4, whose energy from the jetpack was about to be completely exhausted, stepped on the open hatch.

"The five generations will be handed over to you, one."

The pitch-black G4 spoke slowly, with complex emotions flashing through those dark blue compound eyes.

"Brother Yuan...you..."

A smoker hesitated to speak.

"G3-X will be handed over to you."

Thunder flashed past, illuminating the side face of the helmet that had been removed.

No one said anything, they just watched in silence as G4 took off the jetpack and dropped almost all of his weapons.

Those things will not be able to play even a little role in the next battle.

Then, Luther jumped down and grabbed the rope that was spreading from the transport plane.

The moment you break through the clouds, it's like walking through a gap between two worlds.

boom.

The soft soil on the ground was splashed by the bombardment, and the G4, half kneeling on the ground with one hand on the ground, landed smoothly.

The bright red scarf danced wildly.

"How? Like a superhero in a story?"

Luther said slowly.

He raised his head, and a strange white object appeared in the blue compound eye monitor.

"Luther..."

Looking over the scarf, Daguba murmured.

"it's me."

"You, why didn't you fight back?"

Luther stood up and drew the sharp unicorn from his left shoulder.

This is the only weapon that has the potential to reach Cuba.

"I..."

Dacuba's smile has long since disappeared.

"Let's say something. After all, we have never chatted on this occasion between father and son, have we?"

"Should I call you Zhuo Zhen, or Da Cuba?

The atmosphere between the two was terribly cold.

Da Cuba was silent, then raised his head and smiled.

"You can call it whatever you want."

He said so.

"When did you recover your memory?"

"Or, from the very beginning, you never lost your memory?"

Under the rain, the two people who met each other seemed to be separated by a chasm like a chasm.

At this moment, before Dacuba could do or say anything, Luther moved abruptly.

He swung his dagger and rushed forward, and the sharp unicorn stabbed mercilessly towards the throat.

Two white fingers easily clamped the dagger.

With a light fold, it broke.

The broken sword flew aside, pierced into the building fragments, and its roots sank.

Luther calmly threw away the hilt of the sword, stepped heavily on the ground with both feet, using his waist as the axis,

But in an instant, the fist stopped in mid-air.

Luther turned off the signal transmission of the monitor and took off his helmet.

Dacuba quietly watched Luther throw the helmet aside, his red eyes were extremely clear.

"The ones who slaughtered these satellite cities were the vanguard of the doomsday, right?"

"And you keep following them, trying to do something."

Luther said calmly, his thoughts were extremely clear.

Although the pictures recorded by the surveillance are all pictures of Da Cuba's atrocities against the satellite city.