"He will die." Iruma Kei looked at Fujishu deeply.

"Ok, I know."

"Then why do you still want to go? Isn't there any other way?"

Iruma Kei thinks that Fujiki's behavior is very irrational and the risk of this experiment is too high.

Fujiki shook his head, "No, the Kirieloids are no longer someone we can defeat."

"Then why not me?" Da Gu said in confusion, "Wasn't this experiment prepared for me from the beginning?"

Da Gu knew that he would participate in this experiment. Fujishu had told him about it before, and he was mentally prepared.

"You are stupid. What if you die if you go? If you die, there will be no one to turn into Tiga to deal with Gatanjea." Fujiki's tone even sounded a little relaxed.

For him, Daiko is not just a character in a special effects film, but a living person.

Having known Daigu for such a long time, Fujishu couldn't bear to let Daigu go to his death.

"You're saying that again..."

"You always say that I am tasked with saving the world, and no accidents can happen."

"But every time, you go to fight the monsters and bear it all alone."

Da Gu said this with a somewhat excited tone.

"You...are the hero."

In Daigu's eyes, although Fujishu put a lot of pressure on him, every time an accident occurred, Fujishu was always at the forefront and saved countless people. Isn't such a person a so-called hero?

But Fujishu shook his head.

"My actions have always been more or less selfish. I am not a selfless person."

In Fujiki's eyes, a hero is someone who can fight for others wholeheartedly without caring about his own gains and losses.

Fujishu asked himself and realized that he was not that kind of person.

However, Iruma Kei's next words changed his mind slightly.

"If you have selfish motives, does that make you less of a hero?"

"During the Daisis Galaxy incident...you saved Daigo. In front of the pyramid...you stopped Golzan and protected all the statues. On Kurarashima...you eliminated Gakuma and saved the miners and everyone in the Victory Team. At the High-Purity Energy Base...you freed Dr. Ezaki and the others. Yesterday...you also saved me from the Kirieloids."

"Can anyone else do what you do?"

“You did what others couldn’t do, and you helped so many people.”

"This is... a hero."

There is an inspiring magic in Iruma Kei's words, which touches Fujiki's heart.

"I see..." Fujiki smiled unconsciously, "So... in your eyes, I am already a hero."

It suddenly occurred to him that since no one else could do it, he had to do it himself.

Isn’t it a reflection of the fact that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?

Before, because he was thinking about the upcoming crisis every day, he selfishly thought about training Daiko to become Tiga so that someone would deal with Gatanjea. He thought that he was just a selfish person and everything he did was to solve "his own" life and death crisis.

But they ignore the fact that their own actions are actually the embodiment of a hero.

"A selfish hero... that seems like a good idea."

The slight confusion in Fujishu's eyes completely disappeared. Everything he did was in accordance with his inner choice. There might be some flaws, but he was actually doing heroic things.

With this in mind, Fujiki walked past the two of them and hurried towards Dr. Yaoi's laboratory.

"Are you still going?" Dagu asked reluctantly from behind.

Fujiki didn't look back, but just waved his hand and replied: "Of course, after all... a hero can't escape from the battlefield."

Daigu wanted to say something, but was stopped by Iruma Kei.

"He has his own mission to accomplish, and we also have ours. Trust him."

After hearing this, Dagu nodded blankly, looking at Tengshu's departing back, his thoughts a little confused.

......

Shinjuku.

The streets, which are usually full of vitality, welcomed more "tourists" tonight, but they brought an uncomfortable and eerie atmosphere.

Office workers, students, wealthy businessmen, leaders... people from all walks of life appeared in the ranks of believers, and the dense crowds blocked the streets of Shinjuku.

The believers marched in unison, so there was no stampede. The crazy expressions on their faces made the surrounding residents afraid to even look at them through the windows.

Soon, a man wearing a linen hood appeared above the crowd and stood in mid-air, a movement that was simply not possible for a human being.

This behavior stimulated the believers below, who raised their arms and shouted: "Angels! Angels! Angels!"

The prophet pressed his hands down, signaling the believers to be silent, and they all fell silent.

The Kirieloids did not originally possess such powerful control capabilities. The reason they were able to do this now was entirely because these people had already believed that the "angels" would bring them salvation. They only used some minor means of mental control to bring them all into their pockets.

After everyone was quiet, the prophet said, "Angel believers, you have made the best choice in your life."

"On the road ahead, the 'Angel' will always protect you."

"And those who do not believe in 'angels' will be judged."

"The gates of hell are about to open, and the angels will come down from there to judge those foolish fellows and make them realize how big a mistake they have made."

"When the trial is over, you will be the only humans left, the only evolved humans!"

"Now, pray with me."

"Pray with me, Hell's Gate!"

"Judgement!"

The prophet mobilized the emotions of the believers below and made them shout in unison.

"Judgement!"

"Judgement!"

"Judgement!"

Countless energies invisible to ordinary people emanated from their bodies and flowed towards the prophet.

This is the power of faith.

After absorbing these powers, the prophet's face was filled with joy and satisfaction, as if his whole person had been sublimated.

"Ah~ This power is so great!"

He did not indulge in power for too long, but kept his mission in mind.

He raised his hands towards the dark night sky, compressed and converted the large amount of energy he had just collected, and then transmitted it out.

soon.

Above Shinjuku, an ancient gate with reliefs of animal heads and human bodies slowly formed and stood above the sky, looking ominous and strange.

The terrifying black fog poured out from the crack of the Gate of Hell, occupying the sky and isolating the only remaining moon.

At this time, Shinjuku had fallen into complete darkness.

As the gate of hell slowly opened, the black fog also spread further away.

Far East Base.

Victory team command room.

Ye Rui analyzed the composition of the black fog through the data from the scene.

He said anxiously: "Commander, the black fog pouring out of the gate is filled with gases that are harmful to humans. If we let the black fog spread, the earth's atmosphere will be completely transformed!"

Zongfang looked at the scene on the screen and felt uneasy.

"Are they...trying to transform the Earth's atmosphere into an environment suitable for their survival?"

"It just so happens that the captain is not here at this time..."

Munakata looked around the command room. Only himself, Lina, Shinjo, Horii and Nori were left in the room.

Something happened to the top management of TPC and they were in a panic.

At this point, the only person who could decide the actions of the Victory Team was Munakata himself.

This is also his responsibility as vice-captain.

"Lina, you drive Feiyan 1, and Xincheng, Horii and I will drive Feiyan 2."

"We must stop that door from opening."

"Victory Team, move out!"

"Understood!"*3

At this critical moment, the Victory Team was dispatched as the first line of defense for humanity.

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