Chapter 293 63: Eastern Front
“Husband, look at the weather, isn’t it right?”
“There could be something wrong, isn’t it cloudy? Or It’s a typhoon coming. It’s rare. Go to bed quickly. We have to work at night. Those people may come back in the next two days.”
In an apartment in Tokyo, a family secretly stayed in the house and was busy working. Among the couple who had just fallen asleep one night, the wife, who was more sensitive to temperature changes, was woken up by the cold first.
When she got up and secretly opened the curtains, and saw the blood cloud spreading around like a whirlpool, she felt that her breath had turned into ice slag, her brain was in a mush, and she lost her usual thinking. All she could do was run back to the bedside, keep pushing her husband who had started snoring, and shake him awake.
The husband complained, turned over, and went back to sleep.
"You think I have never seen a typhoon! This is definitely not a typhoon! It can only be explained by extraordinary phenomena. Maybe it has something to do with extraordinary things. Don't sleep! If we don't get up, we will really just I can sleep for a lifetime!”
The wife was furious. It was her husband’s idea to stay here secretly in the first place. Now that this extraordinary disaster is really coming, she really wants to strangle her to death and refuses to get up. husband.
The wife was really making a fuss, and the husband could only get confused. The dark wind that came from nowhere blew, and he couldn't help but shiver. He wrapped himself in a quilt and walked quickly to the window, closing the curtains. A gap was opened, but the bright sunshine of the past was not seen, only a little light came through.
In the distance, the strange blood-colored swirling clouds covered the sky and the sun. It did not look like a natural landscape at first glance. In addition, the special affairs bureau issued a warning in advance. The husband already understood that he had lost the bet.
The extraordinary disaster did indeed come on time as warned.
God damn the Japanese officials, damn the Special Affairs Bureau, they really care so little about human life!
If they could carefully check each household, they and their wives would not be in a situation like today, and they would have been forced to move to a resettlement site long ago.
What a bunch of moths! National thief!
The husband was cursing crazily, his face turning green and red.
"What to do? What to do now?!"
The wife kept urging.
"Hiding here, they can't find anything. They can't find it." The husband thought hard, "In the battle between extraordinary people, we may not necessarily suffer disaster. If we hide well, we can survive. We can survive here without the rubbish from the Special Affairs Bureau. With the money we have obtained these days, as long as we can survive, we will be rich people in the future."
Wife! She was barely calmed down by her husband's words, but unfortunately the next second, she saw the crowds of people in military uniforms coming with the black cloud of blood on the street outside.
"Why does this military uniform look so familiar?" The man wanted to distinguish it carefully, but he saw someone in the crowd raised his head and looked at him, showing a strange smile.
Deep in his mind, the man seemed to be frightened by something. He closed the curtains instantly, leaned against the wall nearby, pressed his heart, and breathed rapidly.
"What were those just now? There are so many people, are they official?"
After a while, the wife came back to her senses and asked in a trembling voice.
“I don’t know, go and take out that flag, hurry up.”
The husband wiped his cold sweat and shook his head, waving to his wife to take out a flag.
Just the next second, their door was slapped hard, as if it was slapped on their hearts.
The wife stopped and looked at her husband with horror and hesitation.
“Go get it quickly!”
The man looked ferocious.
Outside the door, the knocking on the door became harder and harder.
The man covered his mouth and nose tightly and did not dare to speak.
After half a minute, the knocking on the door seemed to have stopped.
The man was trembling and slowly moved to the door, trying to see what was going on outside through the peephole.
But the next moment, the wooden door was like a piece of paper. A pair of hands inserted it from the middle, splashing sawdust, and then tore it apart fiercely. The wooden door turned into several broken wooden boards.
Standing outside the door were several ghost soldiers with strange smiles on their faces.
"Knocking on the door didn't answer, you don't look like a good citizen."
"Good, good citizen! I am a good citizen!" The man was so frightened that he took the flag from his wife who had just walked out. He spread it out hurriedly, "Look, look, I am a patriotic citizen! This flag was left to me by my grandfather! This is his pride!"
The ghost soldiers looked at each other. , his expression seemed to be relaxed.
"Since you are patriotic wholeheartedly, then" a ghost soldier took two steps gently. Between the smiles, a hand instantly penetrated the flag, grasped it through his flesh and blood. His heart, "Dedicate your loyal and patriotic heart."
"Ka you. Can't"
The man's eyes widened and he slowly became silent.
My wife collapsed and screamed, peed all over the floor, and fell backwards.
A few ghost soldiers chuckled and slowly moved closer.
Within a few minutes, a few bloody ghost soldiers dragged two naked bodies and threw them on the ground, where they were trampled into pulp by the marching ghost soldiers.
Such scenes happened all over Tokyo. Those who stayed with various ideas were unable to resist the dense ghost soldiers and became the flesh and blood engines of the ghost soldiers.
Fortunately, most of the people have been relocated, otherwise we don't know what kind of monster a population of hundreds or tens of millions would breed.
In the sky, as the order to fire was given, the artillery units that had already taken aim fired in unison. The artillery shells roared in. Amidst the roaring sound, the big city of Tokyo once again recalled its past. Fire burns fear.
Countless shells fell on the ground, and even the residents of distant settlements could feel the continuous tremors. The dull sound echoing in the sky made the crowd uneasy and fearful.
A large number of incendiary bombs paved the fire path, like drawing a non-standard circle in Tokyo.
Ogawa Ayami received an order like other people and was not allowed to go out. She could only stay at home. Looking at the ripples in the water glass, the memories of the past came to her mind, making her breathe heavily and look pale. White.
"Are you sick?"
The puppy, who turned into a bottomless abyss on one side and kept devouring fried noodles and bread, burped and tilted his head and asked.
He heard that humans can easily suffer from a condition called illness. When Ito Makoto was just thrown to the family members according to his sister's order, he also had such a pale face.
"It's nothing, I'm just worried that those monsters will break through the defense line and come calling. However, if we gather the strength of the whole country like this, we will have no place to escape from an enemy that even the most extraordinary people in the world cannot defeat. ”
Ogawa glanced hesitantly at the pile of bread packages next to him.
After getting along with him these days, she was 100% sure that this seemingly well-behaved foreign boy was extraordinary.
However, it seems that apart from being more able to eat and stronger, it has not shown any strange abilities.
“Don’t be afraid of those things.”
The puppy glanced at the blood cloud outside the window, didn’t pay much attention, and continued to eat the bread calmly.
Ogawa Ayami didn't know what he meant by not being afraid, whether he could be sure that the defense line could block it, or whether he could escape in time.
However, puppies are still humans, so they should be safer than the supernatural disaster beings warned by the police, right?
Extraordinary Command.
“Director, the results of the bombardment are out.”
“This round of bombardment used a variety of bombardment methods including self-propelled artillery, naval guns and rocket launchers, mainly incendiary bombs. The first target is the ghost army between the first and second lines of defense, and the second target is the Tokyo Spiritualist Club."
"Judging from the results, the power of the artillery shells is only a little in a place where the blood cloud is not strong. Weakened, and the thicker the blood cloud, the more powerful the cannonball will be weakened.”
"The blood film covering the Tokyo Spiritual Club has the ability to deflect artillery attacks, and the explosives we buried inside in advance have also lost their ability to detonate."
"According to feedback from the army, the second round of shelling They will abandon the Spiritualist Club and put all their firepower into places where ghost armies are concentrated.”
After listening quietly, Kuroki pointed to a place where ghost armies are concentrated, which is the Imperial Palace: “As for the Imperial Palace, Abe doesn’t dare. Order?" Hirata Reimei, who was responsible for contacting the Self-Defense Forces, nodded silently.
They absolutely do not want to bombard the Imperial Palace before there is still hope.
Under such outrageous firepower coverage, after one round, the Imperial Palace would not even be able to leave a complete building.
To be honest, Kuroki doesn’t want to see this happen.
But compared to these dead objects, there is no doubt that the more you can weaken the opponent's strength, the better, no matter what method is used.
Besides, since the frequent supernatural disasters in Tokyo, the emperor has been hiding in Kyoto for a long time, refusing to come back alive or dead.
She really can't afford to have much respect for such an emperor. If the Imperial Palace explodes, it will explode.
By then, the entire core area of Tokyo will be in ruins. As long as the Imperial Palace is intact, the people may also be exploded.
"How is the situation in the east?"
Kuromu sighed inwardly and asked.
The direction of the Holy Infant Club is the one with the least amount of ammunition. Nakai Hayabusa and two others are pushing back against the ghost army's front. If they shoot too much, they might even hit their own people, so they mainly focus on the east side. The ghost army rushed towards the area where Zhongju Falcon was located.
“It’s okay so far, but the general-level ghost soldiers of the ghost army have not yet appeared. According to the information sent back by Saga, Ghost General Matsui is stronger than him. With the help of Xueyun and the ghost soldiers, he Not a match at all.”
This news made Kuroki feel a little relieved.
At least, one direction has gained an advantage now, so that what Nakai Hayabusa said before about supporting other directions can be realized.
The battlefield to the east.
The Nakai Falcon is like a hell ghost, with two sharp flesh thorns growing out of its back. When swung, it can sweep away all the ghost armies around it.
If Toyokawa Shangqing was present, he might even take one look and blurt out: I’m going, Hatsune Miku!
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
The ghost soldiers fought out of the ruins under the leadership of a captain. Taking advantage of the opportunity when Nakai Hayabusa had just let go of his ultimate move, he was really They came closer.
The captain's bayonet even stabbed Nakai Hayabusa's body.
A ferocious smile lingered on the squad leader's face. His bayonet stained with ghost energy could not leave a single scratch on the opponent's body.
This time, it was Nakai Falcon's turn to smile ferociously.
“That’s it?”
Pop!
These people’s heads are like exploding watermelons.
Nakai Falcon couldn't help but close his eyes and open his arms to enjoy the beautiful sound.
Over the years, although I have been cultivating myself, I have led the members to break through themselves.
But because he had a cooperative relationship with the Special Affairs Bureau, he didn't do any messy things. He stayed in seclusion and suppressed himself.
And today, I can finally kill to my heart’s content.
Although they are just some unattractive ghost soldiers, the feeling when crushing the head is almost as wonderful.
It even feels better because it is harder.
Nakai Hayabusa opened his eyes again and looked not far away. It seemed that a less fragile head had finally arrived.
"Nakamura, cooperate well with Watanabe."
Leaving these words, Nakai Hayabusa stepped on the ground, sending up a circle of smoke, dust and gravel, and the ground cracked. It ejected and headed straight towards the figure who was obviously stronger than the ordinary ghost soldiers.
"Watanabe, follow me." Nakamura cheered up, threw away the big bag he was carrying, and shouted, "The armor is combined!"
A pair of armors were torn apart like this. The backpack split open and attached to Nakamura's body, forming a set of Kamen Rider-like armor.
"Uncle Nakamura, isn't your outfit too fancy?" Watanabe was speechless, looking a bit like a dragonfly.
"This set is the sixteenth version of the design, the one I am most satisfied with. Don't tell me if you don't understand, the green is so beautiful." Nakamura waved his index finger towards Watanabe, looking like Captain Dragonfly.
As long as you like it, I’m not wearing it anyway.
Watanabe slandered.
However, in order to make it easier for Nakamura to protect him, Watanabe's feet and arms were tied with iron armor. As long as Nakamura could react in time, he could fly with him all over the sky.
Although Watanabe's [Storm] ability can also temporarily gain the ability to fly, it is just not fast enough and does not last long enough, so it is better to leave it to Nakamura to protect him.
After all, his main role is to serve as Nakamura's power bank.
The effect of one plus one is greater than two.
“Be careful!”
Watanabe saw a tiger attacking from the bloody mist behind Nakamura.
instant!
The two of them were hanging in the air, and Nakamura's laughter was a little dull after passing through the armor: "Hahaha! I finally caught your little kitten out, you think we are easy to bully, don't you! Wan Tiegui Zong!”
Reinforced manhole covers from all directions gathered around Nakamura, and several high-voltage wires were even broken and plugged into him.
For a moment, he was the brightest star in the blood sky. The arc of electricity danced, and the iron tools floating around him outlined the shape of a sword.
The tiger chuckled a few times and turned back into a human form. It was filled with black air and looked between Nakamura and Watanabe.
"I'm Xiaoji."
Before he finished speaking, countless iron tools flew towards him with electric arcs.
"I call you a cat or a dog, eat my lightning!"
Nakamura waved his hand, his eyes flashed with lightning, like a thunder god coming to the world.
Xiaojie's face darkened and he let out a roar. The sound wave actually slowed down the iron weapon's advance. He quickly took advantage of this opportunity to dodge left and right.
However, he still underestimated the iron weapon with the blessing of electric light. After dodging it, he suffered injuries all over his body.
“You guys are really disrespectful to your ancestors.” Xiaoji scolded fiercely.
"As an ancestor like you, you really deserve to die. Accept the sanction!"
Nakamura showed no mercy.
"Dongxiang, if you don't come out, you won't have a chance!" Xiaoji shouted while avoiding.
Watanabe Hanmao was alert. Only a few meters away, a blood shadow appeared with an expressionless face. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. It scratched Watanabe's temple, leaving a mark, and all his hair turned into nothingness.
"Tsk, what a pity."
The blood shadow shook his head slightly, and then disappeared from the place before Nakamura's lightning struck.
(End of this chapter)