Please Stop Summoning Me!

As long as he accumulates power through rituals or other methods, the fluctuations in energy are easily captured by the Anti-Magic Bureau.

This time, the Anti-Magic Bureau not only dispatched itself, but also mobilized some people from the law enforcement department to cooperate with the search of suspicious locations everywhere, and go from house to house to ask if there are people who look similar to the "disaster drama", or other people. suspicious person.

However, so far, the "Special Countermeasures Agency", a new government unit that is directly under the Prime Minister, has not been dispatched.

No one knows what they are like, and no one has seen their cards.

East Bayland, somewhere in a worker settlement.

"How about it?"

Roland supported a girl and looked at her calmly.

The girl's emaciated body was shaking constantly, and her dark hair was nearly reaching her ankles.

Her face was ugly, and her limbs were completely replaced by delicate metal prosthetics.

"Prophet."

That's what people call her, a very important "treasure" within the Anti-Magic Bureau, possessing a powerful force that all forces envy and want.

Predict future.

"I still don't feel it."

The prophet shook his head, indicating that he still found any information.

Roland said with concern: "It doesn't matter, don't be too reluctant, your body is too weak."

"Do not."

The prophet shook his head again, and said with serious eyes, "Actually, I feel very happy."

"Because, I'm being needed by people."

"Everyone here is hoping for my strength, so that I can feel that I am really alive."

Roland smiled and said, "Well, you are a kind person."

The prophet showed a subtle smile.

"Really? But I am the descendant of the witch, the descendant of the original witch."

Her face sank slightly, and she said, "And... I read my friend's memory and told others."

"The first witch..."

At the mention of this name, Roland showed a meaningful expression.

The prophet suddenly raised his head, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"I feel it now!"

She felt an incomparably huge energy gathering at a very fast speed... the gathering location was not in the suburbs at all.

"In the city!"

In the city?

The investigators were not surprised when the prophet's voice came to the earphone channel. Although many investigators came here to conduct searches, there were also quite a number of investigators patrolling all over the city.

People with normal IQ will not think that the enemy will implement the plan according to the "announcement" 100%.

"Thank you, the others will go over here."

Roland smiled and hugged the prophet horizontally, and the bold action made the girl exclaimed.

"What are you doing? Let go, let me down."

Roland shook his head, not intending to put down the prophet at all.

He continued: "I'm sending you to safety...everyone has a mission tonight, and my mission is very simple to keep you safe."

As for the "disaster drama" thing,

It's up to that person to deal with.

Roland looked in the other direction, and standing there was the young man who raised his hand and asked questions at the meeting.

Two meters tall, thin, white suit, clean-looking, blond and blue-eyed, wearing a pair of sunglasses.

"Ace", "Monster", "The Infinite Man"... There are too many titles about him, and the top management of the Anti-Magic Bureau generally believes that he is the only two Nolan who can deal with "chess players" exist.

S-level investigator of the Nolan Defense Bureau.

Yanal.

He took off his sunglasses calmly, revealing a fair and beautiful face.

Yanar has a face that can be called "beautiful", and any person with normal aesthetics will admit that he is beautiful.

However, Yanar's temperament is not "mother" at all, but has a unique sense of fierceness.

A shining blade that cuts through flesh and blood, it is extremely beautiful, but it still does not lose its edge.

"I see."

Yanal whispered to himself.

The strength of the "disaster drama" is very powerful, even beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and the energy he can mobilize is comparable to the power of the "untouchable" level.

Its comprehensive strength is also the top grade in the disaster grade.

Yanar thought for a moment and nodded seriously.

"But, I should still be stronger."

——

East Bayland.

This is the industrial area of ​​Bayland, there are many factories, but most of them have been abandoned.

As cities expand, more factories, as well as factories that once were, are relocating to the suburbs and beyond.

"Do you want to start? It's still a little short of time."

White hair, red eyes, mantras all over his body, and a vague madness on his face.

The white-haired man squatted on the top floor of a building, calmly looking at the scene below, everything within a radius of ten miles could not escape his sight.

He has a nickname that everyone knows.

"Disaster drama."

nickname

It will be a disaster drama, and it is the one that has caused huge disasters.

Rather, he was made to cause disaster from the very beginning.

Later, he killed all the members of the wizarding organization who had trained him.

The "disaster drama" looked down here calmly, and could feel a kind of excitement in his blood boiling.

He likes to destroy the most!

As long as you see buildings collapsing, human beings shattered, and tragically killed, the "disaster drama" will feel a kind of joy sprinting into your mind!

Start a disaster drama here, that's your job.

Then the man will come.

"Disaster Drama" knows its opponent and is the strongest trump card of Nolan's anti-magic bureau, one of the five strongest human investigators in the world, and Nolan's only S-level investigator.

"Only such an opponent is suitable for me."

The "Disaster Drama" showed a crazy smile. He rarely fought people with all his strength, because he was born, and the "Disaster Drama" was taken care of by the wizarding organization that made him.

Survive as "Items" and "Tools".

Later, he dealt with those people.

Then he wandered for a few years, always in a daze, not knowing what he was living for.

Sometimes, he even thought it might be better to die.

Just a monster.

The only consequence of being alive is that it can cause disasters again and again.

No one needs such a monster.

It wasn't until he met the "writer" at Emery that everything changed.

From the mouth of the "writer", "Disaster Drama" learned of a plan called "New World" and immediately realized that his life was meaningful.

So he made the decision to give everything to make the "writer"'s plan a success.

Even if he died here, he would be resurrected in the "New World", which was what the "Writer" had promised him.

There was a happy look on the face of the "disaster drama", and he had begun to fantasize about how to destroy the city of Bayland like a drowned bug.

Time is up!

"Then let the disaster begin!"

The wriggling black incantation on his body seemed to boil, tumbling frantically, and endless black incantations emerged under the skin, surging out of flesh and bones!

The human body can carry spells.

So, what is the upper limit of the carrying capacity? The wizarding organization that cultivated the "disaster drama" finally came up with a correct answer after experimenting again and again.

Thirty-three thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven!

That is, the number of incantations engraved on the terrifying monster of "Disaster Drama"!

The spell is beating on the skin, in the flesh, in the bones, and inside the heart!

The "disaster drama" can attract terrifying energy through massive incantations, and through this incredible huge energy, it can trigger a huge natural disaster!

"Got you."

There was no sign, and I don't know when, Yanar was already standing behind the "disaster drama".

Yanar stretched out a hand and aimed at the enemy in front of him. A huge amount of light of various colors surged in his palm, and the stars flashed like an explosion.

——

at the same time.

Anti-Magic Bureau.

In the duty room at the door, the guard in the black suit suddenly felt sleepy.

The drowsiness was so sudden and unusual that the experienced doorman immediately felt something was wrong.

"Assault?"

The doorman frowned and reached for the phone.

But just as he put his scarred hand on it, he found that the sleepiness had disappeared.

"illusion?"

The guard hesitated for a while, did not pick up the phone, and was silent for a long time.

"wrong!"

With one's own constitution, it is impossible to fall asleep for no reason. It was definitely not an illusion just now. The enemy also happened to be the Nightmare Religion... The vigilant guard still picked up the phone.

He made a phone call and directly informed the director that something was different.

After the phone call, the doorman breathed a sigh of relief and waited here for the arrival of the chief.

wait.

wait.

and many more......

The doorman looked in a daze... Since when did I become the only one left in the duty room?

"Am I already asleep?"

real world.

Black coat, black hair, cross brand on head.

The Nightmare Instructor has come to the door of the Anti-Magic Bureau and entered from the main entrance without any disguise.

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