The Divine Power of Comprehensive Comics

boom--! !

The entire underground street shook violently again.

But unlike just now, this time the impact seemed to occur very close.

At the far end of the dim passage, it seemed that blasting sounds similar to gunshots, as well as roars and screams could be heard vaguely.

The students gathered around the partition wall heard the sounds of fighting in the distance and were once again in a commotion.

Even if they have special abilities, they are just a group of simple students after all.

In order to stay away from danger as much as possible, they squeezed together and ran forward desperately, but because the red light of the emergency lights was too weak, one person fell, and the others fell down like dominoes.

"It looks like the battle is inevitable."

Saying this with some helplessness, Xia Qing moved her fingers and made "click!" sounds one after another.

"Sorry, Feng Zhan, you stay here and wait for Shirai to pick you up."

"Eh? Then...what about you...?"

Halfway through Feng Zhan's words, there was another loud rumble and violent vibrations in the underground street. This time it was very close. The air deep in the passage seems to be squeezed out, and you can feel a warm breeze blowing on your face.

The intermittent gunshots and roars seemed to be getting clearer and clearer. The enemy is close at hand.

Xia Qing didn't look at Feng Zhan at all, just looking at the darkness in the distance.

"The other party seems to be coming for Index. If that's the case, then I have to get rid of her."

After finishing speaking, without even waiting for Feng Zhan to answer, Xia Qing's figure rushed into the deep darkness like a ghost in the underground street.

Xia Qing knew what kind of power Feng Zhan had, but since it was directed at him, Index and the others, it didn't matter if he dealt with it.

Of course, experience... is also very important...

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Shirley Cromwell walked gracefully on a battlefield filled with gunfire and smoke.

A stone statue stood in front of her, like a huge shield.

The stone statue is made by randomly mixing tiles, signboards, pillars and other objects in the underground street and shaping it like clay. It is nearly four meters high.

Because it was too high, the head of the stone statue could only rest diagonally on the ceiling.

She waved a white oil crayon in the air.

The lines he drew turned into commands, instructing the huge stone statue to move forward.

There was a group of guards in dark black armored uniforms in front of Shirley.

These people piled tables, sofas and other objects from nearby cafes on the passage to create a roadblock. They stuck their heads out from above the roadblock and shot at the stone statues continuously.

In order not to create a gap when changing magazines, three people were divided into groups. When one group was changing magazines, the other group would shoot.

"The intensity is passable, but it has no style."

Shirley made this comment without interest.

Since the passage in the underground street was originally very narrow, the stone statue - Stone Giant Alice blocked the entire passage, like a moving wall, and not a single bullet could hit Shirley behind.

Hundreds of bullets hit Alice's body, but they were unable to cause fatal damage.

Although Alice's hands and feet were riddled with bullets, she could attract tiles from nearby walls to her body like a magnet and automatically repair the damaged parts.

Ding--!

There was a slight metallic sound.

An impatient guard pulled out the safety sheath of the grenade.

In order to cause damage to Shirley behind the statue, he wanted to throw the grenade through the gap between the statue's feet.

"Alice!"

At the previous moment, Shirley raised the crayon and drew it in the air.

The stone statue raised its feet and stepped on the ground. There was a loud bang, and the entire underground street floor shook like a boat in the huge waves.

At this moment, the guard was about to throw the grenade out, but was shocked by such a head start. The grenade, which had lost its safety sheath, slipped from his hand and fell to his feet.

roar.

Then, there was an explosion.

——Blood splashed everywhere!

This type of grenade does not rely on the power of an explosion, but uses fragments to injure people, so the roadblock is not blown away.

Across the roadblock, the smell of blood wafted.

Those who were lucky enough to escape the sharp debris storm also jumped out of the roadblock to escape.

Most of the guards released their rifles from the impact of the explosion.

Uh-huh! The oil crayon tore through the air like a drawing sword.

Dark shadows appeared above the guards.

Alice raised her arms like heavy construction machinery.

The guards hurriedly pulled out their prepared pistols, but it was too late.

Such a weak weapon cannot stop the stone statue.

There is no doubt that this is a real battlefield, completely different from the peaceful world seen by those simple students.

There were no hearty fighting scenes, and no gunshots or roars could be heard. There were only injured, twisted, and torn corpses scattered everywhere.

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When Xia Qing walked around the corner of a passage in the underground street, the first thing he saw was a group of injured guards.

They were leaning on pillars or walls. This was obviously not the front line, but a place similar to logistics treatment.

The defeated soldiers retreated here and performed temporary explosion treatment on the wounds.

These people are all guards, about twenty in number.