Nuke Miko: Chronicles of America

"...Well, I think you won't just sit back and watch demons and evil spirits disrupt the world, will you?" Freya tentatively said after a while.

"...Fighting demons, purifying filth, and eradicating curses are indeed our priestess' vocation, and it is my duty." Akiyama Hui said immediately.

"...But we are only the representatives of the gods, not the superheroes with great power. If the gods we serve cannot recruit enough believers in this land and lack the nourishment of the power of faith, neither will we The method is bestowed with divine spells, which are used to crusade against demons and purify filth.”

Chen Qiuhan, the God of Flying Noodles, immediately added, "...Only by letting the belief of the Flying Noodle God and his subordinate gods spread widely in this mysteriously revived land, can we get the reward of [cooking] and be given sufficient divine power to use Come to suppress evil spirits and evil spirits, and create miracles that make the world happy."

Serena, the catwoman, raised her right hand and made a request with a smile, "...But, to legally establish a religion in the United States, I heard that there are many troubles involved. Therefore, regarding how our face-to-face religious group should raise funds, we will revise Please take care of the missionary work in the temple, meow!"

"...Don't worry, we won't let you do it for nothing! My lord is not a stingy person, and will definitely reward those who have merit."

Akiyama Megumi patted her ordinary chest and assured, "...health, beauty, youth, and even resurrection, everything is available!"

After hearing this uncontrollable temptation, Freya, who was not very devout to God, immediately had the idea of ​​converting quickly.

But looking at the group of strange people in front of her, and thinking about the three pagan gods they serve, she felt a bit of embarrassment again:

Japanese Inari God?Egyptian cat god?Flying pasta god?

The fox is the saint, the cat is the holy pet, and the noodles are the sacrament?

The sacrificial ritual is to put a fox figurine on the dining table, with a cat on its lap, and then eat spaghetti with a fork while stroking the cat with one hand?

Ahaha, I feel that this cat-like religion seems...very cute!

If the Kanban lady is still a living catwoman, then no matter men, women, old or young will flock to watch the excitement, right?

Even the Christian church might come to make trouble, but...what the hell!

——Different from the "Bible Belt" in the southeastern United States, which is rich in pious Christians, California, where white leftism dominates and advocates multiculturalism, has always been a gathering place for various heresies and heresies. The psychological endurance is also extremely strong.

They have already raised "LGBT" as political correctness, even if there are a few more weirdos, it will not cause much criticism.

Thinking of this, Ms. Freya couldn't help but chuckle, and felt a little hungry at the same time, so she was going to order the secretary to bring some supper over.

Well, since there's a fettuccine favorite here, let's have spaghetti bolognese tonight!

Unexpectedly, she just turned on the Apple mobile phone that had been turned off before, and was immediately stuffed with crazy news that almost exploded.

Ms. Freya browsed in confusion, and then the corners of her eyes twitched a few times:

"...Uh? What? Downtown Los Angeles is haunted? Dead? Even the priest? Am I right?"

She raised her head and looked at the extraordinary people gathered in the bedroom, a trace of anxiety and suspicion flashed in her eyes... But she finally asked for help, "...Sorry, everyone, it seems that this supper can't be eaten, can I trouble you?" Will you come with me?"

PS: On a whim, if it is difficult for the United States to import goods because of the port collapse, will prices skyrocket because of this?

According to the outline of this book, Los Angeles will be established first, followed by Seattle, and then San Francisco will not be able to escape.

In this way, on the Pacific side, the United States can only rely on the Port of Vancouver and the Port of Acapulco in Mexico. What about the freight... Ha ha.

In addition, Akiyama Megumi, who holds the power of nuclear fusion, may be able to hold a position in Mahayana Buddhism, Nanwu Nuclear Fusion Bodhisattva?The goddess came riding a hydrogen bomb?

Chapter 96, Father and Son in the Earthquake

Late night, June 6, downtown Los Angeles

The crimson light of the blood crimson moon mixed with the sporadic lights on the ground, illuminating the crumbling ruins after the earthquake.

Under the uneven reinforced concrete wreckage and rubble, in a dark and cramped space, a group of small black figures curled up.

This little black figure was motionless, as if it was already dead, with only an extremely weak heartbeat and breathing remaining.

His name is Amanda, a ten-year-old Los Angeles boy who is Hispanic by name.

This is the eighth day he has been buried under the rubble of his apartment.

Compared with other people who died in the Los Angeles earthquake, Amanda can be said to be a lucky one. The moment the house collapsed, the corner of the wall and the ground he was in just formed a small triangular space, which made him not immediately It was flattened by the pouring earth and rocks into a puddle of meat.

But the problem was that he didn't have any food around him, and he had already finished drinking the bottle of mineral water he was holding in his hand during the earthquake.

Relying on a bit of turbid muddy water that seeps down when it rains, Amanda's body is almost at its limit.

In fact, it is already a miracle that he can persist until now.

Because, this black shadow, or maybe Amanda, has only one thought in his heart, his father will definitely come to save him.

In countless trances of unconsciousness and lucidity, only this one belief is so firm.

He remembered a sentence his father often said to himself: "No matter what happens, I will always be with you!"

This sentence is like a torch in the dark, emitting a reassuring light, inspiring Amanda to survive tenaciously.

However, the little boy Amanda didn't know what it was like outside the ruins at this time...

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Under the bright searchlights, the blasting detonator has been placed in the drilled hole, and the remote control switch for detonation has also been connected.

Next to the detonator, the sanctimonious military chaplain opened a Bible and began to pray for the souls buried under the ruins.

"...Amanda! My son!"

A middle-aged man with gray hair, ragged clothes and bloody hands was still shouting in despair outside the ruins.

He is Amanda's father, a single father who was working the night shift at a gas station in the suburbs on the day of the earthquake.

In the chaos after the earthquake, he drove dozens of kilometers home against the fleeing traffic, digging the ruins, looking for his son Amanda.

Occasionally, thugs engaged in zero-dollar purchases passed by with their bags, but seeing his sloppy appearance wielding a shovel, they didn't bother him.

Other surviving neighbors in the neighborhood advised him, "It's too late, there's no hope." But the father just shook his head and kept digging.

Later, a policeman stopped him and said: "You are very sad, I can understand, but it is dangerous to do so, please go home immediately!"

But he still shook his head and refused, and the policeman had no choice but to walk away with a sigh, thinking that the father was too sad and mentally disturbed because of the loss of his child.

It is very "lucky" that the ruins of the apartment building excavated by the father are relatively remote, and the professional fishing rescue team sent by Governor Newsom has never been there.In the past week, naturally no one came to forcibly drag the father away from the ruins.

He dug for twelve hours, 24 hours, three days, five days, seven days, and no one came to stop him.

Under the frantic labor, the father's face became dusty, his eyes were bloodshot, his clothes were tattered, and blood was everywhere.

But there was only one thought in his mind: "My son Amanda! My son Amanda is waiting for me! I must find him!"

But today, because the ruins are close to a highway connecting the port area, the father was finally dragged away by soldiers with live ammunition.

Watching the engineers install the detonators and detonators, he tried to rush to the ruins again and again with red eyes, but was blocked by the blockade line arranged by the US military.

Although the middle-aged man cried countless times and begged the soldiers not to explode, let him continue digging, because he firmly believed that his child was still alive.

But he always got only one response: "Sir, I'm sorry, you can't go over."

However, this father, who was on the verge of madness, had lost his mind. Even in the face of the black hole of the gun, he continued to attack the blockade repeatedly regardless of his care.

As a result, an impatient soldier finally raised his W27 automatic rifle, and a few bursts shot him to death on the spot, just like the shooting of the niggers before.

Then, the soldiers lifted the father's body and threw it on the ruins at will.

——The living can't pass the blockade, and the dead don't matter.

"...Three, two, one, detonate!"

Following the engineer's command, a loud bang came from the scene.

The wreckage of a half-collapsed building collapsed in response, hitting the rubble and ruins heavily.

Amanda, the little boy who was crushed under the ruins, also heard the loud noise.

"...Great! It must be my father who came to save me."

He didn't know whether it was day or night, and stretched out his little hand with the last of his strength, imagining that the sun would shine in the next moment.

However, what finally responded to him was the cold and hard concrete wall that was getting closer...

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In the open space not far from the ruins, a wooden shelf decorated with flowers is full of large and small photos.

The light of hundreds of candles and two projection lamps penetrated the scattered smoke and dust, illuminating everything in a daze.

Only the little boy's smile in a certain photo is so clear and brilliant under the candlelight.

In the photo, Amanda and his dad are smiling happily, with the amusement park's Ferris wheel in the background, as if they have never been separated.

Outside the photo, Amanda and his father were buried together in the smoky blast ruins, and they were never separated.

What a hardcore burial!

Just over 200 meters away from the "hard burial" site, a middle-aged nun with a compassionate face was kneeling in front of the photo wall, praying devoutly.

Her prayers were so devout and focused that she was completely deaf to the gunfire not far away.

But, holding the beads in her hand, she begged Almighty God to bless the blessings of these dead.

The red moon in the night sky suddenly burst into blood, and a gust of wind howled, wrapped in biting gloom, like the mourning of countless innocent souls.

Immediately afterwards, in the ruins of the building that had just been blasted by engineers and was still billowing in smoke and dust, there was a shrill scream that pierced everyone's eardrums.

"……dad--"

——Under the watchful eyes of the soldiers and other staff at the blasting site, a huge ghost in the shape of a little boy slowly rises from the pile of rubble that has just been blasted, and two huge eyes that burn like coals are shining red , and howled in grief and indignation at them.

At the same time, in other ruined neighborhoods in Los Angeles, various evil spirits or ghosts appeared one after another accompanied by billowing black air.

There are also those corpses that have died and even started to rot, climbed up from the dust, and returned to the world with a roar.

The horror scenes that people have seen countless times in supernatural movies and games have finally stepped out of the screen and come into reality!

——Tonight in Los Angeles, a hundred ghosts walk in the night!

PS: After studying Mahayana Buddhism, I suddenly discovered that Namo Gatling Bodhisattva is an authentic American god!And a Sherman tank as a mount?Little boy nuclear fission Buddha, bikini nuclear fusion Buddha seems to be American?

It seems that Megumi Akiyama can only make a guest appearance as Lolita Bodhisattva.

If the Flying Spaghetti God Sect, Giant Vehicle Buddhism, and Earth Cats and Cats Sect all manifest the true God in the recovery of spiritual energy, what will happen to the global religious circles?

Chapter 97, Ghosts Raid Los Angeles

A red moon hangs high in the night sky, casting a miserable bloody light on the earth.

A huge ghost figure, wrapped in dense black air, spewed out from under the smoky and ruined walls!

Under the illumination of the red moon, this group of ghosts, which were very vague at first, quickly converged into a human shape, and gradually gained outline and color.

The hideous facial features and twisted limbs all slowly emerged, covered with blood.

——It was Amanda, the little boy who persisted in the ruins for eight days, but was crushed to death by American engineers blasting the wreckage of the building.

At this time, he was like a common villain in supernatural movies. He was a translucent ghost dripping with blood, but his size was extremely large.

Well, about four or five stories high, right?

Little boy Amanda knew that he was dead.

Cruel soldiers blew up the collapsed buildings, crushed the shelter that kept him alive for eight days in the gaps in the rubble, and turned him into a meat paste.

And his father is dead.

At the moment when it re-condensed under the red moon, Amanda saw her father's dead body lying on the rubble.

Although he was so haggard that he almost lost his shape, as a son, Amanda could still tell at a glance that it was his father!

A great sadness and pain immediately clutched Amanda's heart that no longer existed.

He didn't know what he had become now, but judging from the panicked reactions of the soldiers on the ground, he must be very scary now.

"... Bad guy! Murderer! Sinner! You are all sinners!"

The little boy, no, the giant ghost Amanda, issued a sad and angry complaint to the soldiers on the ground.

In response, he received the violent fire of a dozen automatic rifles.

A moment later, the on-board heavy machine gun on the Humvee also joined the "da da da" ensemble.

Accompanied by the fire from the muzzle of the gun, countless bullets passed through Amanda's body, but they did not cause any damage to the smoky Specter, and did not even make Amanda the Specter feel any pain. A little boy who just turned into a ghost.

He let out an angry roar, and subconsciously threw himself forward, waving his arms and slapping those nasty soldiers on the ground, just like when he was playing with his classmates, he slapped away the toy soldiers on the table, or on the beach. It's like kicking a sand castle that I piled up.