Chapter 145: The Yokohama Situation [cg. Allies, Companions, and...
"Mr. Rimbaud, 150 meters south."
Fushimi Kyoji put his hand to his ear and used the communication tool to inform his companions on the other side of the enemy's position displayed on the translucent lens.
The man on standby beside him suddenly rushed out like an arrow, leaving behind a trace of afterimage. The whole person seemed to turn into a golden light track, severely damaging the enemy who was unaware that he was exposed.
[Dragon Head War] Contribution +5! (The value will be calculated based on the player's progress in the event later!)
Rimbaud imprisoned the enemies who had lost their fighting ability in a collection of paintings.
The subspace used as a vehicle instantly turned into a cage that could not be broken by any means, trapping the enemy inside.
With the sound of [Contribution Value +5] prompts, the number of subspaces continued to increase, floating above the end of the black lizard team in a mighty manner, which was particularly spectacular when viewed from a distance.
I believe that after this battle, the dungeon of the Port Mafia will be filled to its fullest level ever.
The players couldn't help but show expressions of satisfaction at the good harvest.
Boom——!!!
Caught off guard, there was a continuous rumbling sound from afar, and the strong tremors could be felt nearby.
If someone isn't paying attention, they might be startled and stumble.
Fushimi Kyoji looked from afar and saw a tall building a hundred meters away, as if it had been hit hard, collapsing in front of the players' gaze.
Wow…
The player mouths the words silently.
If I remember correctly, it seemed to be in the direction of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya.
"It seems that someone doesn't want to see the Port Mafia benefit." Mori Ogai's tone in the headset was as gentle as ever. One could imagine his expression as he stood on the top floor of the Port/Mafia Building, watching the situation below.
"Shibusawa Ryuhiko... huh? The Special Ability Division certainly has a lot more up its sleeves that we don't know about."
Mori Ogai's soft laughter could be heard from the earphones mixed with the sound of electricity.
"So, Fushimi, Rambo-kun..."
Dazai interrupted Mori Ogai before he finished speaking: "Let Chuuya go. He's been preparing for this opportunity to be in the spotlight for a long time."
"Huh? I didn't! Isn't it you…"
The two people's quarreling lasted for a while before it stopped.
It sounds very energetic and probably hasn't been affected by the previous momentum.
"Besides, isn't Mr. Mori also planning to push Chuuya to the front and make him the signboard of the Port Mafia—" Dazai Osamu's voice was very long.
"Haha, in that case, let's leave it to Dazai-kun and Chuuya-kun." Mori Ogai finalized the personnel arrangements.
There was a burst of intermittent noise in my ears. Someone took off the headset, and through the communication equipment, Nakahara Chuuya's compressed and distorted voice came out: "I'm going to go up."
A red afterimage like a meteor streaked across the sky, and the air current it stirred up made it almost impossible for people to stand steadily.
Rambo did not let go of the umbrella he was holding, but it was instantly deformed by the strong wind. He took a look at it and threw it away.
"Do you want to go over?" he asked, not much affected by the turmoil in the distance.
It turns out that Rimbaud was also curious.
"Okay!" The players all agreed.
The closer you get, the more you can feel the suffocating and powerful aura.
Sand and rocks flew all over the sky, almost merging with the surging clouds. Broken buildings, spider-web-like collapsed cracks, and traces of battle could be seen everywhere.
Zhongyuan Zhongye was fighting with the enemy in the air. He was covered with a dark red light and his original appearance was almost unrecognizable. The billboard standing on the roadside was easily thrown away by a being that was more than ten times smaller than him while shouting and trying hard.
——Nakahara Chuuya’s consciousness did not seem to be clear, and he was destroying everything recklessly based on instinct.
Fushimi Kyoji looked at the billboard flying towards them and thought silently.
However, the man called 'Shibusawa Tatsuhiko' was the biggest threat on the field, and became his first target.
The rest of the people who might be accidentally injured were not within his consideration at this time.
The construction waste is approaching at the speed of light, and my skin seems to feel the strong wind gradually cooling down. The ends of my hair are blowing randomly in front of my eyes. Player, player... [Screenshot]!
Twilight of the Gods!
Rimbaud took half a step forward, and a collection of colorful paintings appeared in his hand. The concrete pillar mixed with steel bars crashed into the seemingly fragile translucent barrier, breaking into pieces and scattering under inertia.
A few centimeters away, there was calm behind, and even the rain was isolated to the other side.
ah……
Looking at the two people on the horizon, the player thought heavily.
Sawada-san, being able to fly isn't rare at all now.
Like a god of destruction, wherever his eyes fall, it becomes a ruin. He possesses absolute power and rules the area.
After defeating the enemy, Nakahara Chuuya was in the air, his eyes wide open with no pupils visible.
According to what Dazai Osamu said in the communication device, now we need No Longer Human to remove Chuuya Nakahara's condition. The only problem is...
Fushimi Kyoji held his neck and looked up at the sky. This height...
"If their superpowers are removed, there's a high probability that both of them will be injured." Rambo calmly gave his experience.
"That seems to go against Dazai's wishes to simply die."
"I feel so sorry for him," he said with regret.
Hirotsu Ryulang, who heard the conversation between the player and Rimbaud, said: "..."
"In that case, Chuuya and I's safety is in your hands."
The roar of a helicopter could be heard from Dazai Osamu's side, and a dark figure gradually appeared on the horizon, approaching Nakahara Chuuya. His voice became muffled due to the noise of the helicopter: "...So it feels so easy to say such irresponsible words."
The player turned back and said, "Mr. Rambo, can you catch Dazai and Chuuya?"
"If the painting collection comes into contact with them, it will be neutralized by that person's special ability. If it is not handled properly, the cervical spine may be shattered, which is not much different from falling to death."
Fushimi Kyoji said thoughtfully: "Flat ones are also cute."
Guangjin Liulang: "..."
Sometimes I feel that there is actually no significant difference from when he was under Dazai Osamu.
"Mr. Rimbaud." The player extended his hand to the man who was looking over. "Please take me there."
At the same time, Dazai Osamu jumped out of the helicopter.
There is a solution.
Dazai Osamu also thought of it.
Hirotsu Liulang used "Falling Tsubaki" to accelerate his painting collection. Braving the whirring sound of the wind, he used his monocle to analyze the wind direction and distance. Half-kneeling on the cube, the player seized the opportunity and pounced on the two people falling in the distance.
The bright ochre color and the corner of Dazai Osamu's clothes that are close at hand gradually occupy the player's field of vision.
The player stretched out his hand forward and hugged it tightly due to the inertia of the propulsion.
yes!
middle!
Just a few seconds after Dazai Osamu, the player hugged the two of them.
The flame of death, ignite!
Flames suddenly emerged, enveloping the three people's bodies, and their downward speed visibly slowed down.
——It only lasted a few seconds.
Uh,
Looking at the dwindling flames, the player blinked, "Huh? I can fly easily when I'm alone."
There is no fulcrum on Rimbaud's collection of paintings, so he is often thrown out by inertia. Players have become very skilled in using the Flame of Death to ensure a steady landing.
"You also know that was when you were alone!" Nakahara Chuuya shouted in disbelief.
Can the weight of three people be the same?
He tried to manipulate gravity, and Dazai Osamu was waving at him with a smile.
...This is really the worst case scenario.
With a "thump", as expected, the three people fell heavily to the ground from a high altitude like a stack of balls, raising a circle of dust around them.
Unfortunately, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was at the bottom, also gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I feel like... my bones are about to break."
Fortunately, the flames of death lasted for a few seconds, giving them almost no room to maneuver in the air more than ten meters high.
Otherwise, Mori Ogai's star-making plan might be blocked halfway.
"Fortunately, I had the little slug as a meat cushion, but it's better not to have such a bad experience again." Dazai Osamu said with a pale face and lingering fear.
"Hey, it doesn't hurt at all." This is the surprised player.
"What are those people at the top saying?!"
Nakahara Chuuya knocked over the two people who were on top of him, but he obviously overestimated his current physical strength.
The remaining strength only made the three of them roll together, which was not much better than before, and only brought out a scream:
"Ugh, why did it fall?"
"Someone's elbow hit my stomach. It feels like the canned crab meat I ate yesterday is going to...?"
"Hey! Stop touching me!"
After some chaos, the players and Dazai Osamu finally stepped back on the ground.
Nakahara Chuuya frowned and stood up shakily. The burning and tearing pain all over his body seemed to have not completely dissipated, as well as the violent power that could be said to be able to destroy the world.
"Now I finally feel something. ... About the filth."
"Such power is simply not something a human can possess." Nakahara Chuuya endured the pain, still unable to suppress his heavy breathing, "I... Hey! What are you doing! Where did the beans come from?"
Nakahara Chuuya raised his hands to shield his face. Players threw beans at him, chanting, "Evil out, good fortune in..."
"Hello!"
Are you going to exorcise him like an evil ghost during the festival?
Nakahara Chuuya laughed out of anger, an expression of helpless relief frozen on his face, and familiar music sounded.
"* [Nakahara Chuuya]'s favorability has reached 65, automatically entering the current character's HE path. CG will not affect the game progress!"
red……
A dark red with no visible edge.
It is a glaring, abrupt color that makes people associate it with brutality, and almost no other colors can be seen.
It gives people a feeling of peace and tranquility.
One by one, blurred figures appeared and flashed, then disappeared, and only the blue ribbon on the wrist was clear.
They formed a circle facing each other in the open space. From their stature, it could be seen that they were half-grown children. Their facial features could not be seen, but it could be felt that each of them was angry.
They were silent, like a trial for someone.
"Anyway, family doesn't necessarily have to be blood-related, right?" the green-eyed little detective asked him as a matter of course.
All the oppressive and heavy illusions dissipated one by one after he finished speaking.
My family...won't care about these things.
Edogawa Ranpo's voice echoed, and the tone that should have been there made people want to believe it for some reason.
"Non-blood family..."
[*cg·Allies, companions, and...]
CG stops here.
Nakahara Chuuya's body was shaking, and he was suffering from tinnitus, dizziness and other symptoms of exhaustion caused by the use of filth finally appeared on him.
He fell straight to the ground.
"——Why didn't anyone catch me, you bastard!"
Dazai Osamu not only had no intention of stepping forward to help Nakahara Chuuya up, but he also took a step back in disdain to avoid touching him: "I don't want to hug a man."
Fushimi Kyoji shifted his gaze: "Dazai is closer to Nakaya, I thought Dazai would catch it."
"So you're just going to watch me fall?!"
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