Cursed Humanoid Scourge She has no AC count

Beyond the fortress, Gojo Satoru, who was still on his way there, stopped, looked up at the huge life form that stretched out its claws towards the warm nest membrane, and was born from it, and clicked his tongue.

"This thing is much stronger than the first class, hey."

Gojo Satoru's "six eyes" issued an early warning, and the feedback told him that it was an unprecedentedly powerful enemy that he might only be able to trap the opponent at full strength!

Not because of anything else, just because of the huge oppressive feeling that made him feel cold sweat and the special space distortion around the huge red dragon body that gradually broke through the warm nest, it made him feel tricky even with the strongest spell.

Simple space distortion is okay, but the space distortion of the singularity is mutually exclusive with his infinite space.

Even if it is a forced match, the winning rate is not [-]-[-].

Because after the power collides, it depends on who has stored more power, whoever can win.

But it is obvious that the power stored by the other party is even better.

Looking at the opponent's dragon body that has almost occupied the entire Yokohama, but still hasn't seen the end, you can know how much power the opponent has saved!

It's been a long way behind since the beginning. This is it.

There was a low smile on the corner of Wujo Wu's lips, so he really should let those rotten oranges come over in person, and it would be best if they all died here.

"So it's too much to make trouble across borders."

Gojo Satoru withdrew his gaze, and quickly ran towards the stubborn Kesai who was still standing above the sea of ​​fog.

Inside the Great Wall, the two sides are still confronting each other.

But Fyordor was the more confident one.

"Then, Dazai, in the face of such a powerful, god-like power, what do you think you have a chance of winning? This is beyond the scope of supernatural powers. That is to say, your [Disqualification in the World] is against this newborn dragon." God has no effect."

Feordo took the time to look at a person and a cat, thought of something and said: "Although in the current situation, only the gods have the power to fight the gods, but with such a huge power, even the Central Plains , will die in battle, right?"

Central Plains?

Alice was taken aback for a moment, and the person who was as beautiful as the morning sun flashed in her mind.

Will he die?

"Pounding,"

As soon as this thought appeared, Alice felt palpitations uncontrollably in her heart.

Like him, will he die?

Sen Ou's pale and lifeless appearance flashed in his mind, Alice's lavender pupils moved slightly, and deep in the memory, something seemed to be buzzing and trembling.

'Alice. '

A false yet real warmth radiated from the top of his head, and those cobalt blue eyes that shone with light were extremely deep.

'When you're sad, it's better to cry. '

Another gloomy and gentle voice also sounded——

'People's death is inevitable, feel sad, feel sad, as Chuya said, just cry out. '

Black and white lights and shadows kept interlacing and changing in my mind. In the end, black replaced white, and the face that had been blurred until now finally became clear.

She raised her head and saw the familiar face in her vision.

'Alice sauce, you have to learn to get used to death. '

……

'Alice-chan, do you like Yokohama? '

Mori Ogai stared at her with a handsome smiling face, and Alice heard her own voice affirmatively——

'Um!I love Yokohama as much as Rintaro! '

'Then, let's protect it together. '

The deep voice seemed to be ringing in the ear, the sight was blurred by the water, and warm tears overflowed from the corners of the eyes. There was no bright light in Alice's cat pupils, and she didn't feel that she was crying at all.

Ah, so it is so...

On the other side, Feordo was still crying and talking about the mouse in a fake and compassionate manner.

"After all, a god who has liberated the true posture is unrestrained, and the only god who has the ability to fight is bound under a small human body. It's so pitiful, isn't it?"

Osamu Dazai looked at the other party indifferently, knowing what he was planning.

Even if Zhong also liberated the real posture of the supernatural power to fight with him, the final end, even if he rushed over, there was only "death".

Feordo is playing extreme one-for-one.

He didn't put all his bets on Longhua's Shibusawa Ryuhiko at all. His goal from the beginning was to kill most of the supernatural power users in Yokohama. die.

Even if he can prevent Chuya's death, but relatively, if no one fights, the whole of Yokohama and even the whole world will fall.

It's like your cat and dog can't swim when they fall into the water at the same time. Ask you the multiple-choice question of who you choose to save.

Either way, one will die.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes.

The smile on the corner of Feordo's mouth, who looked at each other and interpreted Osamu Dazai's psychology, was even more pleasant.

How would you choose, Dazai?

Excluded from the two people's encrypted chat and staring at each other in the air, Alice, the cat who had always been an emotional background board, suddenly made a sound.

"Meow?" So, is your purpose to destroy Yokohama?

Osamu Dazai paused in his chaotic thoughts, and looked down at Alice who spoke.

Feordo's gaze was also attracted, "Yes, the true posture of the dragon's ability, the invincible power, not only Yokohama, the world will also be ended by him, isn't such power a god? "

He patiently explained without putting the little kitten in his eyes.

Even if the other party has some special way to get here safely, but in front of the dragon-shaped red dragon, there is only the light of rice grains, and there is nothing to fear.

Well, here's another cat whisperer.

Alice stretched out her paw and patted the back of Osamu Dazai's hand, signaling him to let her go first.

Some wet hairs stuck to the back of his hands, Osamu Dazai froze for a moment, then let go of his hands, looking down at the wet cuffs with deep eyes.

Miss, are you crying?

The little black cat, free of restraint, dexterously jumped onto the relatively flat ground, and its lavender cat eyes watched Feordo quietly.

"Meow" Yokohama will not be destroyed, and brother Chuya will not die.

The hands under Osamu Dazai's sleeves trembled as he stared at the little cat ball, and the gloomy kite eyes gradually merged with tiny rays of light.

This tone, this title...

Fyordor: "Oh?"

Feordo didn't expect that such a small cat would dare to speak like that.

"I haven't seen you, nor heard of you. Do you think your superpowers can rival the mighty red dragon?"

"Meow" who knows.

The little black cat blinked, turned its head, and the blue shattered light flickered in the clear lavender pupils.

"Meow" Brother Dazai

Dazai's thin lips parted slightly.

"Meow Meow Meow" Want to watch a long-lost star sea?

The iris-colored pupils shone again, and Dazai Osamu moved his lips slightly, revealing a depressive and gentle voice——

"I think so, Miss."

"boom--!"

The colorful stained glass window was hit again from the outside, the two of them turned their heads to look, in the flying dust, the white silver hair that seemed to be shining broke into the field of vision, and the vigorous and slender knuckles were carelessly thrown in the air. throw.

On the almost perfect handsome face, the corners of the man's lips were full of smiles, but because of his cold blue eyes exuding a light blue halo, he added a few hints of a half-smile.

"It's so lively? How about letting me get involved?"