The power comes from Chaldea

Spinning Ferris wheel, twisted space...

Everything created the best conditions for dizziness.

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

Now the thought is very nauseous, in a physiological sense!

"So, this is Mr. Bai Lan, you and Fyodor Dostoyevsky..." To be honest, it really takes a certain amount of lung capacity to support the name of the Russian, Mochizuki Chiyo breathed a sigh of relief, " Is this the place where this Russian-sounding man behind the scenes agreed to hook me up to meet?"

The Ferris wheel, for the city of Yokohama, is a landmark building.

That is to say, people who come to this city for the first time or are permanent residents will not get lost looking for the Ferris wheel.

"Oh, isn't this Mochizuki? It looks so lively~" Edogawa poked his head out of a certain alley, looking a little surprised. He looked up at the Ferris wheel and said with a smile: "It's just right The president asked Mr. Ranpo to come over to the Ferris wheel, and Mr. Ranpo is really not a road idiot!"

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

Except for objects that get lost like this.

It's just that now she doesn't have much distraction to give Edogawa Ranpo a chance. Although she knows that the other party occasionally speaks like a flash of inspiration, it will often hit the middle of the incident, but the current situation really doesn't give her any further understanding. Chance.

Brandon Jesso on the side didn't care about the increase in the number of people, but he was obviously not interested in explaining it.

The white-haired young man was wearing a sports sweater, like an ordinary foreign student, with a friendly expression and a lively tone, without any seriousness: "Well, no matter what the situation is, the key items to start the mission have already been collected, haven't you?"

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

She doesn't really want to talk to a guy who can't stand logic.

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A few minutes ago, Prynne Jesso vowed to publish his topic on 'Chiyo Mochizuki is the key to everything', and said that as long as Chiyo Mochizuki followed him, the matter would be easily resolved.

Mochizuki Chiyo asked back on the spot, but only received a reply from Bailan Jesso who was not serious with a smile——

"Well, it's not important. If I had to find a reason, it would be because the cotton candy Fei Jia gave me was not tasty."

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

After thinking about it, I unconsciously looked at Ranpo Edogawa beside me, who is three years old between you two? (No)

Edogawa Ranpo is obviously innocent, holding his small detective notebook and looking through something.

Such a scene looks...

Mochizuki Chiyo helped her forehead.

...It really doesn't feel tense like the end of the world.

What's more, she herself is also in the desire to vomit due to dizziness, such a savior really can't be better!

"Lixiang, what should we do now?" Ishtar asked in a low voice.

Fujimaru Tachika was very calm and didn't panic because of disrupted plans. In fact, she had experienced countless invalid plans.

The orange-haired girl raised her finger and hissed lightly: "Wait for the signal from Doctor Roman."

Fujimaru Tachika glanced at Mochizuki Chiyo from the corner of her eye. If it wasn't for the uncertainty, she didn't want to exclude Mochizuki Chiyo from the plan.

In fact, it was only a short time ago when she got in touch with Yato—the time when Chiyo Mochizuki lost control of her abilities and caused the world consciousness to exclude all the followers.

Dr. Roman brought her back from another planet urgently, with a serious look on her face: "Lixiang, Mochizuki's condition is a little serious."

"...We have discovered the traces of the Alien Star God, and she, as the seed left behind after the fall of the previous generation, is about to be swallowed by the consciousness of the world."

Alien Star God, this term is no stranger to Tatsuka Fujimaru, and he is even an old opponent who has fought many times.

Fujimaru Tatsuka withdrew her thoughts, pulled away from her memory, and looked at Yato: "Yato-san,...it's all set."

Yato winked at her, quietly changed his gesture to ok, and stood calmly at the edge, only missing a pair of black sunglasses to add some tension to him.

Fujimaru Rika:  …

Timely relaxation is indeed possible, but such a spy movie performance is really not suitable for the current atmosphere.

The seasoned orange-haired girl couldn't help sighing softly in her heart.

All the preparations are in place, the only thing that needs to be done is that the pawns fall where they should fall...

Mochizuki...everything will be fine.

……

The evening wind blew past, mixed with the salty smell of the sea breeze, and the sea water went up with the tide, and the vortex illusion formed in the distortion seemed to pull everyone into the sea together.

"Wait... this is not a hallucination!!"

Nakahara Nakaya grabbed Mochizuki Chiyo, used his ability to connect the girl's gravity with himself, and retreated lightly to the high ground beside him.

Seeing this, Hibari Kyouya raised his eyebrows, but this was not the time to settle accounts and question, and he just evacuated from the spot together.

The seawater quickly eroded upwards, completely occupying the coastal sightseeing corridor where everyone fought just now. At a glance, it looked like an isolated island surrounded by seawater.

Bailan Jesso asked suddenly: "Mochizuki, how many holy wafers have you eaten now?"

Inertia made Mochizuki Chiyo unsteady on her feet, so she could only support Nakahara Chuya to maintain her center of gravity. She couldn't help but pause when she heard Bai Lan's words.

Wait... Good guy, you are also involved in the co-authoring of the Holy Chip.

But she still answered honestly: "Two tablets."

This distorted power looked too terrifying, but it was strange that they hadn't encountered any other people just after they transferred from the alley to the Ferris wheel.

Mochizuki Chiyo had no clue and could only try to get some information from Bailan Jesso.

The whole city is like an empty city, just quietly watching their performance.

Bailan Jesso grinned at the corners of his lips, and smiled even more ambiguously: "Then, please be sure to eat this one too."

He spread out his palm, revealing a holy chip overflowing with radiance, but it's a pity that the brilliance became dizzy and unaesthetic due to the distortion around it.

Mochizuki Chiyo raised her eyebrows, and picked up the Holy Chip suspiciously.

Bai Lan is innocent: "Three is a number with special meaning."

Mochizuki Chiyo slandered, but in Chaldea, like the Zhoumu designated after God created time, Qicai has a special meaning.

At least for holy chips, seven is the main measurement method, but no matter what, swallowing three chips is indeed much better than swallowing seven thousand.

only--

"Wait... woo...!!"

The holy chip jumped into the mouth without listening to it! !

Mochizuki Chiyo swallowed it unexpectedly, and the Yiwu feeling in her throat made her cough again and again.

Nakahara Chuya hurriedly patted the girl on the back to relieve her breathing, while Mochizuki Chiyo herself condemned Bailan Jesso with her eyes, who seemed to have nothing to do with her.

What kind of bastard is this!

Believe that he is really not wrong? ?

Bailan Jesso didn't respond to him, but turned his head sideways to look at the Ferris wheel that was swallowed by the waves ahead.

"Mochizuki, the Ferris wheel has disappeared." Nakahara supported Chiyo Mochizuki, while raising his finger forward, his cobalt blue eyes reflected the black color after the sea water mixed with the dusk sky.

Bai Lan Jesso smiled and turned his head to the side, clapping his hands and saying: "Everyone pay attention, the good show has officially begun~"

The cool and moist feeling in the throat like lozenges stimulated the brain to wake up for a while, and when I looked up, the distorted scene stopped changing.

The place where the Ferris wheel was located turned into a void, and the black hole looked like someone had torn such a piece from the canvas, tearing the junction of the sky and the sea to no shape at all.

The sea water surged up, and it seemed that a huge shadow could be vaguely glimpsed breaking through the sea water.

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

Although the timing was not right, she still couldn't hold back.

...Could it be possible that there will be another Godzilla? ?

Don't play casually at the end of the world! !

As far as the current situation is concerned, the end of the world that Dr. Roman told her has indeed come to this land.

But what does this have to do with the Holy Chip that Bailan Jesso just gave her?

After she devoured, things began to change.

The powerlessness made Mochizuki Chiyo curl up her palm unconsciously, and the slightly raised nail surface touched the flesh of the palm, bringing a short-lived stimulation to the brain.

Mochizuki Chiyo sighed.

...Even if she is the successor of God, she shouldn't be as powerless as she is.

What's more, she can't even master her own abilities perfectly.

The girl lowered her head and lost herself in thoughts, her black hair reflected subtle traces of light like a golden awn in the afterglow of the setting sun, her eyes drooped, and it was difficult to see the red flames flashing in and out of the golden eyes.

Like a burning flame.The golden flame is mixed with passionate red light, and the passion is so hot that it seems that if you touch it a little, it will disappear in an instant.

A burst of clapping came from above.

Mochizuki Chiyo raised her head abruptly and met a pair of dull red eyes.

The pure and radiant complexion like snow, the pale lips without blood, and the dark hair make the skin more pure and innocent, as if it is close to sick skin. The faint danger makes the young man in front of him even weaker.

The thick snow-white fluffy cloak wrapped him tightly. If it weren't for the scenery behind him being gaudy enough at this time, he himself would really be enough to cause snow blindness.

And no matter from which angle you look at it, he looks so weak that he's about to recite it in the next second.

The snow-colored youth smiled slightly: "Good evening, Mochizuki, I have been looking forward to this scene of meeting you."

Mochizuki Chiyo raised her eyebrows: "It seems that we don't get along well. After all, I... resist such a scene from the bottom of my heart."

Looking forward to the end of the world is ok! !

Don't be so wrong as soon as you come up! !

Speaking of which, it is clearly summer, and this person is still wrapped in a big padded jacket, what season is it in?

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Fyodor Dostoevsky."

The snow-colored youth nodded: "That's right, it's me. But you don't have to worry, Gogol and I have already broken up. Just like Mr. Bai Lan beside you, they both chose their own justice."

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Mochizuki Chiyo: "...In other words, you are alone?"

Then why are you so crazy! ?

...Don't think that you can be so crazy just because you are a foreign writer!

Writers should also pay attention to the basic law of crime!

No, writers should write well and not commit crimes!

"It can be said that in terms of numbers, you have the advantage."

Mochizuki Chiyo whispered: "...It would be really good if the outcome of a fight can be decided purely by the number of heads."

"You are really interesting, Mochizuki." Fyodor Dostoyevsky did not hesitate to praise himself: "It is a pity that the time with you is so short."

"Stop, stop, let's be more direct than greeting." Mochizuki Chiyo interrupted him, "As you can see, since the number is superior, I will not seek fair measure between you and me. So, I Just ask directly, what is your purpose?"

The appearance of a confident individual fighting alone and not afraid of failure, can't be that he sincerely hopes that the world will be destroyed.

Mochizuki Chiyo choked.

She seemed to recall what Prynne had said...about his former ally being a doomsday buff.

Fyodor snapped his fingers: "Well, just as you thought, I hope to destroy the world. From a probabilistic analysis, I have an 80% success rate."

He sighed with regret: "It's a pity that my partners believe in the other 20% more. I'm really sorry for not being able to provide a 100% success rate, Bai Lan-kun... Dazai-kun."

Fyodor apologized one by one lightly, and pronounced Osamu Dazai's name as if he was telling the name of a stranger.

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Dazai Keychain Ji, relying on his small size, pretends to be innocent: "Oh, after all, my ambition is to find the most suitable method of suicide. If the world is to end, wouldn't it be a perfect condition and method—~"

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

Makes sense, and makes people ponder the possibility of you backstabbing us.

However, judging from the information Bai Lan gave before, it was obvious that Osamu Dazai was unaware of Gide's affairs.

Can't bear to put his best friend in danger, maybe that's why he chose the 20%.

Mochizuki Chiyo asked Fyodor back: "So?"

"Well, before I introduce my newly acquired cute pet, I would like to introduce to you the space we are in now." Fyodor turned slightly sideways, and in the waves was a monster like Godzilla They broke through the waves almost at the same time, and obediently fell under his palm.

Giorno Giobana's eyes froze. Such a monster...he had seen it before when he was fighting Diablo.

That is an existence derived from the ability of the rampaging [Silver Chariot Requiem]...

...is the evolution of species in the New World.

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

You Russians will definitely keep such weird pets! ?

She said helplessly: "Isn't this space runaway because of my ability? Although I don't know whether the Holy Chip you sent over is fake or genuine, in short, your goal has indeed been achieved."

Fyodor clearly enjoyed the small talk.

"No, it's indeed because of you, Mochizuki, but have you ever wondered why no one else showed up except us?"

Mochizuki Chiyo said honestly: "I thought about it, but I don't have time to solve the puzzle."

I have to give some chances, one thing after another, the time for thinking will be squeezed out.

Fyodor smiled: "This is because... only the chosen ones can come to this space. Everything in front of me is the guidance of the gods."

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

Thank you for the invitation, don't believe in religion, don't spread rumors.

Don't think that you can preach casually just by wearing a religious costume, hey!

Fyodor obviously saw the meaning of Chiyo Mochizuki's expression, but he was not angry and discouraged because of the failure of missionary work. He smiled a few times indifferently, and the elegant and deep texture was as intoxicating as a cello.

"So the condition for selection is the ability to be different from ordinary people?"

"Yes, and no, as long as you know that everything is guided by the gods, it is enough." Fyodor Dostoevsky seemed to have no intention of answering Mochizuki Chiyo's question anymore.

He held up the corner of the cloak in a gentlemanly manner, leaned down elegantly with the cloak in his hand, and put one hand on his chest, and said in a deep voice: "Now, let's make the decision."

"The god of destiny will determine the future of this world."

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...?

Was she involved in some weird fanatic religious ceremony?

So... believe in religion, you need to be cautious!