The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

He was the only one in the bedroom, and he was the only one breathing. Gradually, the breathing changed from short to long.

In fact, he is a contradictory old man. The higher the position, the older he is, the more contradictory he will live.

It is true that he hates the original gut creatures, even the cursed son, but he has to rely on the domain-level cursed son to maintain the stability and law and order in the Tokyo area. Even if he sent the cursed son to hell, he couldn't feel it in his heart Any pleasure.

He respected the first generation of the Holy Son of Heaven, and he had been waiting for the opportunity to seize power, but when the power was in front of him, he began to hesitate whether to do it, whether to become a real dictator.

He is old and strong, but he is not young. Unlike Qi Wu Xuanzong, he did not lead Japan to rise and dominate the extreme right-wing thinking of the new era, and he is not a chauvinist. His rights have already reached the second generation of the emperor. Feng Feng, unlike a certain big president, he does not have high hopes for the descendants of his family, and he will not be forced by the family to proclaim the emperor and restore dictatorship.

This contradiction caused him to be hesitant all the time, to be decisive, and he didn't always do things right. In order to maintain the delicate balance of the situation, he put in a lot of effort, and now...he had to make a decision. .

The previous preparations were just to prepare for a rainy day, but now he has to do so.

The idiot Tiantong and Guang pushed the situation to the abyss. He didn't care about the confrontation of the police, because this group of people was not recognized by the public, but the important thing was to instigate the momentum. Once the fire ignited, it would become a prairie fire. Now There was only a fire, and the fire was already in the hands of those people... All he could do was to extinguish the fire as soon as possible.

No, you have to do it harder.

Tendo Kikunojo picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink, and the pen moved like a snake. The darkness in his eyes merged with the blackness of the ink, and he wrote four Chinese characters.

——I am the only one.

"Qiwu Xuanzong's method has provided me with a good way." Tendo Kikunojo cut through the hesitation and said to himself: "He can do it, there is no reason why I can't do it. I have mastered the Tokyo area these years. Supporting the dictatorship, but I did not do so, in order to restrain the rights of the Holy Son of Heaven, and now it is no longer necessary."

Even the Holy Son of Heaven is no longer needed.

Tendo Kikunojo was silent for a long time, opened the cabinet, and took out a carving knife that had not been used for a long time.

He left the study room and walked towards the holy emperor's bedroom in the center of the holy residence in the dark and oppressive sky.

A flash of lightning cut through the clouds, illuminated the sky and the earth, and ignited the depth in Tendo Kikunojo's eyes.

The former Buddha carver no longer has the slightest light of Buddha in his eyes.

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At [-]:[-] in the evening, the sky was so dark that it seemed almost suffocating.

"Aldebaran is scheduled to arrive in fifteen minutes." Satomi Rentaro took a deep breath. He stood on the edge of the high platform, staring at the darkness in the distance, because there was no light, no electricity, and the visible distance in the middle of the night was too small. It is impossible for an excellent policeman to surpass the limits of human beings. The only one who can see clearly into the distance is Tina, the son of the curse who has the gene of an owl.

At the other end of the gloomy line of sight, the sound of heavy objects migrating could be heard, falling step by step, as if the ground was about to be trampled and broken. Although it couldn't be seen, the strong sense of oppression still came clearly.

"There is no more assistance." The factory manager of my church sat on a chair with a knife in both hands and said in a low voice: "The high-level officials in the Tokyo area are already in danger, and more than half of the Self-Defense Forces have lost, and they are busy suppressing the people in the Tokyo area. There is no doubt that we have been abandoned. If we die here, even the last line of defense in the Tokyo area will be completely defeated." He looked into the distance: "Fortunately, there are still flares left. There are more than ten rounds, which can support the lighting for a period of time."

"No matter what, there is no way to retreat. This is the last battle... I have nothing to regret. I tried my best and will give everything in this battle. Even if I can't protect the Tokyo area well, that's okay. It's just fate."

Satomi Rentaro's heart was unexpectedly calm. Because of the grief and sorrow caused by the betrayal, it all dissipated after a short period of depression, leaving only a self that even he felt strange to himself. This may be a kind of growth. Lose it, he clearly saw the back of his vision shattered into pieces, and the rest of his heart was just irrecoverable dregs.

"Hmph, young brat, it's too early for you to talk about fate." My headmaster snorted a few times, he didn't want to die here, but the remaining policemen were all voluntary. Now that the Tokyo area is destroyed, they can't survive alone, so it's better to die with these monsters, at least it's an honor to die.

The Japanese have a very light concept of death and life, and it is not regrettable to die with honor.

"Here we come." Tina opened her mouth and issued a warning voice: "Already entered the range!"

"It's faster than expected." My hall master stood up and shouted, "The flares are fired!"

Flares lifted off, burning chemicals unleashed a light that almost turned night into day, and seven flares opened the way.

Satomi Rentaro clenched his fists, the imitation skin on his arms and legs faded away, revealing the essence of metal, and the mechanical prosthetic eye also started to work. He clenched his fists tightly: "The ground troops are ready to go! Tina, the flying creatures will be handed over to you!" is you!"

The platinum-haired girl nodded silently. She set up her sniper rifle, but before she pulled the trigger, the unmanned turrets set up in different positions had already actively aimed and started bombing. The [-]mm Vulcan cannon, the [-]mm chain cannon, [-]mm howitzers... These mechanical neuron chips connected to Tina's brain through special signals, released deadly flames after her unified command.

Its accuracy has been calibrated by Sheffield, and the deviation is controlled below [-]/[-]. Flames are gushing out. With the accuracy of surpassing high-performance computers, the deadly line of fire detonates at the key points of the opponent's camp, exerting the greatest attack efficiency on the group. , The pouring flames directly covered the air units that attacked earlier, and the roaring artillery fire tore apart the gastroentera that did not have high-strength defense.

With just one person, she completely suppressed the opponent's air force. As long as sufficient conditions and a suitable environment are given, Heifeng, who ranks [-]th in IP, can exert firepower suppression comparable to that of an aircraft carrier alone.

Her eyes were calm, and her inorganic eyes were full of hatred.

Rentaro didn't say anything, just waved his fists and shouted: "We're starting too! The road is ahead, and there's only one straight one. The goal is Aldebaran! Let's charge!"

A group of people jumped down from the air. Those who were selected into this unit were all elites. Those who dared to fight the gastritis with their bodies were without exception possessed extremely strong martial arts. The vanguard army of the gastrulation arrived ahead.

A creature that looked like a giant snake rushed forward, stretched its body and wrapped around the floor, the steel frame of the building was twisted and broken, the remaining glass shards fell, and the broken floor fell towards the ground. Such a huge creature.

But seeing the light of the saber flickering, Tiantongmu's eyes were even colder, and he swung a ten-meter saber aura, which was extremely sharp, and forcibly cut the giant snake and the collapsed decaying building into countless pieces.

"Don't stop! Keep going!" Tentongmu pressed the handle of the knife even more: "There is no time to hesitate!"

Rentaro and Enju looked at each other and nodded. The two passed through the center of the battlefield, surrounded by policemen, and there were gunfire from a distance. The assault was indeed reckless, but this effort really boosted morale.

The police who opened the way quickly cleared away the surrounding gastritis, and the sons of the curse were also nimbly leaping in the air. This scene is like you are shuttling in the middle of a hail of bullets. , forced a bloody path, and some figures disappeared from the field of vision after being active for a few seconds, but no one had time to look back.

Satomi Rentaro was very strong to turn his head back, but he couldn't turn his head back, so he could only grit his teeth and rush forward.

A huge rhinoceros monster suddenly appeared in front of him, and Akima Shazawa supported Rentaro's back: "Don't stop! Get on! Firework fan!"

The brothers hit the rhino's forehead with the same move, and punched the rhino's horn from the front.Both Rentaro and Akima were overwhelmed by the enemy's strong propulsion, dragging their soles to take a few steps back, but then passed by it.

This heavy tank-like gastroenterus had its head and horns shattered, its nose bridge and horns were blown off, its face turned into dust as if it had been bombed, and the remaining body slowly turned to another direction, as if intending to continue tracking. After waiting for five seconds, I realized that my head was missing, and my four legs suddenly tilted. Then I finally fell to the ground, sliding for more than ten meters on the muddy ground without moving.

Just like that, Satomi Rentaro charged forward all the way, close, very close!

He could hear Aldebaran's footsteps and feel the tremor of the ground, his eyes were only straight ahead, and he still held the last-ditch bomb in his hand, which was the last gift from Sima Heavy Industry and the last of their desperate fight pillar.

With his toes slamming on the ground, he rushed forward with all his strength.

Just in an instant, the ground shattered, and it was too late to dodge. Huge pincers as hard as black iron broke through the ground, and the crustacean gastrula hid under the ground and launched an offensive, using its strangely swollen forelimbs like hammers Swinging down, a huge black shadow covered Rentaro's whole body, directly blocking his way.

Rentaro's pupils contracted violently, even if his thinking was accelerated, he couldn't turn at all, and his body was sluggish and unable to move.