Academy City Temperature Control

This also makes it possible to have an unobstructed view of the scenery below when looking outside the wall from all heights of the space elevator.

But this seemingly transparent glass effectively resisted the intrusion of cold light, with only a very small part intruding into the elevator.

In addition to the welcoming lobby and various rest and excursion areas, more than twenty elevator tracks are also set up on this floor, using special vertical rail trains to travel between space and the ground.

In some floors close to the ground, there are pedestrian bridges spanning both ends, connecting various areas to each other.

As the height of the space elevator increases, there are no longer floors for people to visit and browse, but direct access to the outer space of the universe.

The uppermost space station is where the opening ceremony will be held. If everything goes well, Narugo-senpai will hold her own concert there.

However, at this time, the entire space elevator management system was in an internal closed state, which meant that these rail trains could not be used without permission.

"How are we going to get up there?"

The original tension suddenly disappeared, and instead there was a feeling of enlightenment. Natsume-san murmured in a daze.

Looking up at this building that looks like a reappearance of a myth, Natsume-san cannot even see the end of it.

In the face of technology or the power of human wisdom, individuals are too insignificant. Natsume never stops admiring science.

"Sit on that one."

Misaka-senpai pointed at one of the rail trains.

Unless the energy of the entire space elevator is completely cut off, no one can stop Misaka-senpai from seizing the authority of the train.

"Ah."

Natsume-san nodded vigorously, with a hint of excited blush appearing on his slightly pale face.

Speaking of which, she really wanted to sit down.

Misaka-senpai is really reliable. Natsume-san likes to act with reliable people the most.

With both hands lying on the train's glass, Natsume-san looked at the scenery outside in a daze.

As the height of the elevator increases, the cold light outside seems to become more intense, causing the scenery to become uniformly white.

Since she didn't know the situation at the top, Misaka-senpai piled a large amount of iron sand around the train and took it to the sky.

Therefore, this rail train, which is only used by two people, is rarely overloaded.

And just after Natsume and the others took the train to heaven, some inexplicable guys arrived late.

However, there are no top hackers like Misaka-senpai among them, so they can only find a way to get up on their own.

The uppermost space station of the cosmic elevator.

From the ground, there are only blurry halos of light, but from this position, if you look up, you can see a large number of clear pale haloes scattered around the space station.

On these haloes, there are various symbols with unknown meanings arranged and combined.

A figure as delicate as a doll fell to the ground. There were traces of fire burning everywhere on the ground, leaving a large number of dark scorch marks.

Not far away, there was a metal doll that had been beaten to pieces.

There are no traces of burns on this doll's body, including its Gothic-loli style clothing.

"It was burned by fire for the sixth time. I remember the last time was in Great Britain."

The body trembled slightly and the vocal cords returned to normal.

Leitili lay on the ground and coughed a few times, then tilted her head and looked at Steele.

There were incomprehensible emotions in her empty pupils. No one in this world could understand her feelings.

For a person who longed for death, all kinds of punishments were meaningless to her.

"You'd destroy the entire northern hemisphere for something like this."

Steele dropped the cigarette butt in his mouth on the ground, frowning and thinking about a solution to the problem.

It's a little tricky.

This behind-the-scenes magician is a little out of touch, and in scientific terms, he has a neurological problem.

The time it took to take down the instigator was not as long as the time it took to find her in this elevator. The opponent was so weak that he could only rely on metal dolls to fight.

Just when Steele was thinking about what to do, Tsuchimikado Motoharu and Kanzaki Kaori, who had gone out to inspect the entire magic circle, arrived late, followed by several magical girls.

"How's the situation?" Steele asked with a frown.

"I don't know exactly what magic was used. This kind of hodgepodge makes people have a headache."

Tsuchimikado Motoharu adjusted his black sunglasses, looking relaxed but not too frivolous.

"But one thing is certain. The function of this magic is to absorb the life force from the human body, and it is the most powerful one. Once this magic is allowed to take shape, many, many people will die."

He spread his hands helplessly, and Tsuchimikado Motoharu also didn't know how to describe it, but his tone couldn't help but become serious.

Perhaps I should use the word crazy. This is completely denying people a way to survive.

Fortunately, magicians use life force to convert magic. Even if they face these cold lights, there won't be any big problems for the time being, and they are separated by a layer of high-density glass.

As for his eldest sister Tougami Kaori, it doesn't matter even more.

"But fortunately, things are still turning around. The other party has not completely activated the magic circle yet."

"I didn't know why this happened. It was obvious that the other party had found something to replace Alyssa, until I saw that."

Shrugging his shoulders, Tsuchimikado put a hand on Kanzaki Kaori's shoulder.

Although he is the saint with the strongest combat power, it doesn't seem to have much effect in this situation.

Compared with fighting, what is often more useful is the ability to collect intelligence. Natsume-san has always avoided having his intelligence known to too many people.

The entire space station is in the shape of a ring. The outside of the large circle is a walkway for people to visit, and the middle part is a huge broadcast room.

As soon as I came here, I had a special feeling of being in the universe, and my body and mind felt relaxed, if there weren't those magic halo wheels outside.

And somewhere in these magic light wheels, a bright beam of light extends all the way to the live broadcast room of the space station.

At this time, the broadcast room had long since turned into a sea of ​​light.

The broad stage has been set up, but there is only a lack of performers.

Different from the cold light outside, this light carries some quiet and peaceful power, which is completely different from the cold light outside that absorbs life force.

Chapter 2 The black jelly bean man

hum.

Natsume-san's heart and the train made this sound at the same time.

It seemed that the traction speed was too fast and the load was too heavy. The tracks and traction chains on both sides of the train were rubbing and causing sparks.

Since Misaka-senpai hacked into the train's control system, causing errors in the train's established program, a certain railgun also had to act as a driver.

Under this premise, it is considered a success if it can ensure that the train can smoothly travel to the uppermost space station.

He touched his dizzy head. Generally speaking, as an ace pilot, Mr. Wanzitou should not have such symptoms.

Natsume-san couldn't tell whether it was the influence of the cold light or Misaka-senpai's driving skills that were too difficult to describe.

As the elevator door slowly opened, even though it was blocked by high-density glass and directly illuminated by the cold light of space, Natsume-san only lasted for a second before feeling like she had fallen into an ice cave.

The whole body began to tremble due to the cold, and most of the energy was lost at once, making the whole person feel weak.

Natsume-san was never as powerful as others thought she was.

Before she became a superpower, she was just an ordinary student who could be seen everywhere in the school garden.

She was so ordinary that even if she was sitting in the corner of the school bus, no one would come over to chat with her.

Although now I don’t take the school bus because I can’t stand other people’s enthusiasm.

"I'm sorry for making you worry, senior."

Lying weakly on Misaka-senpai's shoulder, smelling the strange gardenia fragrance on Misaka-senpai's body, a forced smile appeared on Natsume's fair face.

I originally planned to come up and do what I could to restore everything to its original appearance.

Tomorrow is a very important Saturday, and I didn’t expect that it would become a burden just after I got up.

"It doesn't matter. Speaking of which, Natsume-san is as light as Febri."

There was some concern on her face, Misaka-senpai didn't look back, she just walked and talked.

"Is there any?" Natsume-san couldn't help but tilted his head, as if he was thinking of Fibri and the others.

Calculating carefully, it has been almost a week since Senior Bu Shu and Feibuli set off.

Layer after layer, thick iron sand surrounded the two people.

The whole body was wrapped tightly, like a jelly bean man covered in black, but he was just an iron jelly bean.

This iron jelly bean moved staggeringly, moving in this world filled with too much light.

The journey seemed a bit long, and while moving, Natsume seemed to find something in his head.

"Misaka-senpai, there are many people in that place."

Natsume-san stretched out her finger and pointed in a certain direction ahead.

Although he was weak when he spoke, his tone was somewhat determined.

They came directly from the ground to the highest-level space station. It was not that Natsume-san and the others knew anything about the inside story.

I just think that Narugo-senpai's performance will be held here. If magic is activated, this is actually the most likely place.

As they got closer and closer to the broadcast room, Natsume and the others also discovered that a strange light beam shot out from the dome here, and then connected into the light wheels.

This beam of light did not seem to be very destructive. It only penetrated the dome of the space station, but it did not cause any bad effects.

On the other side, Steele stood at the door of the broadcast room with some solemnity.

His disciples were also on the side, and a group of three were watching over Retili, the mastermind behind the scenes.

Kanzaki Kaori and Tsuchimikado Motoharu entered the broadcast room together and observed a strange thing that caused changes at close range.

Like the outside world, this place was also filled with light. The huge light pillar enveloped a small half of the broadcast room venue.

Inside this pillar of light, various symbolic objects are placed row upon row, forming a magic called 'Achilles' Heel'.

And in the center of the light pillar, there seemed to be a luminous thing rising and falling.

Various materialized weapons continued to fall from the light beam, cutting into this thing.

The cutting seems to have had an effect. There are already cracks on the luminous object, and the energy inside is transported to the light wheel of the universe along with the light pillar.

"Can you tell what kind of spiritual outfit this is?"

The eldest sister Togami Kaori looked at a certain Tsuchimikado Motoharu who claimed to be his younger brother with some doubts.

In terms of intelligence, she was completely inferior to this spy from the Puritan Church of Great Britain who was working undercover in Academy City.

"Based on my many years of experience traveling around the world, this should be a bow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tsuchimikado Motoharu couldn't help but smile, as if he felt that his sense of humor had improved.

"I saw that the atmosphere at the scene was so serious, so I wanted to liven it up a little."

"Actually, apart from the bow, I seem to have heard of the magic on it somewhere. The peaceful power present in these lights is a strong proof of that magic."

Sensing Kanzaki Kaori's somewhat dissatisfied expression, Tsuchimikado hurriedly raised his hands in surrender.

As a professional spy, grasping the minds of bosses is a required course for him.

"Speaking of it, this should be a kind of neon local magic. But unlike Amakusa-ryu and other schools that are mixed with British magic, the school that gave birth to this kind of magic is actually very old."

Tsuchimikado Motoharu thought for a moment before continuing.

However, it seems that I am not familiar with this genre, so I took a long time to think about it.

"The ancient schools of Taoism and Yin Yangism can be traced back to the Dragon Kingdom, and later formed a branch in Neon."

"If I guess correctly, the person who made this spiritual costume should be a miko."

"And she is also a very powerful miko. She is so powerful that even if the spiritual equipment she creates is destroyed, she can still exert the power of an ordinary saint."

Tsuchimikado Motoharu paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully.

However, he didn't know much about this aspect. He had only heard some rumors that were not true or false, so he didn't say much.

"And I roughly understand why the magic has been activated, but it has not spread to the entire northern hemisphere in an instant."