Urban Master of All Powers

Time seemed to have stopped, completely stopped.

On the streets of Akihabara, which is always full of vitality, the words "crowded with people" suddenly evaporated.

For a moment, all the people in this city were silent. Hundreds of thousands of people stood in the street blankly, looking up at the unbelievable news footage.

The burning ruins and broken scorched earth.

In the next instant, everyone picked up their mobile phones, and the surroundings fell into a frenzy of message confirmation.

Great fear, despair and grief have never appeared on the faces of the Japanese people in such a consistent manner.

Crying and screaming instantly became the main theme of Akihabara.

Even Chen Ling couldn't help but shudder.

Tokyo perish?

——What a crazy development this is.

However, Chen Ling found that he was very heartless. When he heard the news, his thoughts were more - is the otaku over?

turned around without hesitation

Chen Ling and Daozang Zangxue disappeared in the boiling streets of Akihabara.

...

Japan, Tokyo

scorching sea of ​​fire burning

Corrupt black became the main color of the city.

ruins are black

dead body is black

the sky is black

Even the air is thick with black.

It is the largest city in Asia, the second largest city in the world, and one of the largest economic centers in the world.

The dazzling crown was taken off in ten minutes or less.

Fragile?

It can no longer be described as fragile.

In this purgatory-like scorched earth, some rotting corpses crawled up. Even though their body muscles were charred and their internal organs were tortured by radiation, their eyes still shone with terrifying light.

blood! !

Three people stepped into this vomiting territory.

The combination of the three is so weird.

An old man with a dying candle in his wind.

A glamorous woman of all kinds.

A handsome oriental little boy is a handsome man.

The juvenile's eyes have spirals, which exert an ability to block the radiation from invading them.

"Oh, as expected of the watchdog of the Tokyo blood field, he can still stand up under the nuclear bomb wash." The woman smiled.

These remaining blood see the enemy.

"Psychic, why did you do this!" The blood with purple eyes said in a sad tone.

"Why is it a special word for the weak." The beautiful woman laughed and explained with disdain.

A quick, cold kill ensues.

Like an irrational beast, the vampires dragged their broken bodies and rushed towards the target.

I saw the beautiful boy raised his hand.

A blue halo appeared on his body.

This blue halo appeared contagiously all over the dark vampire's body.

There is only one second to marvel at the feeling.

The blood species' body turned into a pile of ashes and was blown away by the wind.

"Number 3, why don't you destroy the entire Tokyo?" asked the old man Yang Xiudao.

"Old man, do you think it is easy to create a nuclear bomb out of thin air?". The woman laughed and scolded, "The prophet also explained that the style of completely destroying the non-saints is enough, enough for the saints and the blood to fight. By the way, call my name Hera, I don't like code names."

"Master Hera, do you still need to go to the next blood field?". The pretty boy was expressionless, like a puppet rather than a human being.

"I must appreciate the nuclear explosion of New York." Yang Xiudao secretly geared up.

"No, no..." Hera smiled and shook her head: "New York is not suitable for nuclear explosions. Our next destination is Munich. The blood fields in Europe are ripe for picking."

"Okay." Yang Xiudao felt a little regretful.

The three disappeared into the ruins of Tokyo, as if they had never been here before.

Just a few minutes after they left.

The space split open, and two people walked out. …

"Interesting smell." Daozangzang Xueqiao sniffed, playing with the smell.

"You like the smell of corpses after radiation. What a bad hobby." Chen Ling gave her a white look. "It's the breath of the living, just left."

Daozang Zangxue shrugged.

Chen Ling frowned, and his eyes returned to the Tokyo Tower like a black-painted scrap iron crawling on the ruins. Even Chen Ling, who had seen many tragic scenes, saw a big city with a population of 13 million being washed away by nuclear bombs. Still can't help but be speechless in the after scene.

"Your Highness, who do you think did this?" Daozang Zangxue was indifferent to this tragic scene, and was not really interested in who did it, but it did not prevent her from using this topic to tease Chen Ling.

"Whoever gets the most benefit is the mastermind behind it." Chen Ling said lightly.

This theory has always been useful.

"Your Highness's words contain the essence of philosophy accumulated over thousands of years in your world. It makes people feel convinced, but it doesn't help them at all." Daozang Zangxue said a lot, and then spit out Missed the key two words she said: "Nonsense!"

"..." Chen Ling was defeated by her. "Sometimes you really look like Setsuna Snow!" Chen Ling said seriously.

"A compliment!"

Turning around in this ruins, Tokyo was not completely destroyed like the TV reports, but it was not much better. With the Tokyo Tower as the center, it radiated at least 1,000 square kilometers, causing millions of casualties.

"The psychic over there in Akihabara has taken action, let's go."

Chen Ling didn't take another look at the ruins.

The gloomy sky of Akihabara seemed to be stepped down.

The streets of Akihabara, which used to be constantly flowing, are empty in a blink of an eye. With such a serious disaster in Tokyo, the capital of Japan, no one is willing to waste time in a holy place for otaku. They rush to supermarkets and department stores more There are many shops, and many residents burn incense and worship Buddha at home.

The coffee shop is deserted.

"Qianshi Youjing, let's go."

The colleague's eyes were already red and his voice was hoarse.

Qian Shi nodded silently. "I'll clean up the shop and leave."

"Go home early and be safe."

Colleagues leave.

Qian Shi quietly looked at the coffee shop.

There is a terrible loneliness.

...

"What did you do, so slow?"

Akihabara, a certain street.

A man in a windbreaker cursed.

The man dressed as a ninja lowered his head humblely.

"The target has been found, you guys go to double-team immediately, don't let the target run away."

"As you order, my lord No. 4."

The man raised his head, with a vicissitudes of life and a melancholy face, and complained: "It's really bad luck for him recently. Not only was the chip taken away, but he was also punished by the prophet to do such lowly things as collecting truth."

"Hope is a satisfying ability." Number 4 said to himself. "However, it can wipe out the entire army of psychics who have been dispatched several times, and the ability should be good."

Looking around at Akihabara like a dead city, No. 4 sneered.

What a satisfying hunting ground.

With rumbling thunder and dense clouds, Akihabara fell into a gray darkness.

Over the city, a strong wind blows that makes people restless.

Dust rolled, and a wall was smashed like this.

A right hand was drawn from the billowing gray smoke to attack again. A figure erratically avoided the bombardment of this claw, and that devil-like sharp claw easily tore through all obstacles.

"Where else do you want to go?"

A man walked out of the gray smoke, a burly psychic.

The man who was hunted down was stopped at the intersection.

Eyes looked back in all directions.

More than a dozen psychics are gathering the hunting net.

"You are dead."

Mighty Claw attacked again with his ugly arm, a blow no one wanted to meet head-on. …

The man sneered, shaking.

disappeared before his eyes.

The psychic just wanted to turn around.

A clear bone knife has pierced through the heart.

"A little reptile dares to be proud in front of this prince." The man's eyes turned crimson, and a pair of fangs were exposed, biting off the psychic's artery. The screams would only make the desolate city even more terrifying.

More than a dozen psychics were shocked.

It's the blood prince! !

"Who is the prey now?" The vampire licked his tongue, and raised the bone knife that couldn't wait to be full of blood. "Tokyo is destroyed, and I just want to vent my anger on you psychics."

The abilities of the psychics burst out in unison.

"I've just been taught."

The bone knife rotates.

The head of the first unlucky psychic was chopped off.

Blood spurts straight up.

"Energy Sword!"

Invisible energy weapons flank enemies at the behest of the psychic.

It's just that the speed of this blood species is astonishingly fast.

After the super abnormal jumping behavior.

The victorious aura of the psychic froze instantly.

The vampire jumped into the air.

This instant movement of getting up made the psychic feel that he had seized the opportunity to attack upwards.

The firepower in his hand did penetrate the blood species.

But it was an afterimage.

An extremely fast shadow rushed towards the psychic who was the first to react.

In the blink of an eye, the opponent's throat was cut.

"Fuck!" The steel dart in the black psychic's hand shot out.

The blood species disappeared, and the steel darts were all nailed to another psychic.

The psychic, whose eyes are sharper than an eagle's, discovered that the opponent's disappearance was not due to his super-fast movement to avoid the steel dart, but "sudden teleportation" at all.

superpower?

The psychic looked pale.

When the vampire reappeared, he held the psychic's head in each hand.

Elite psychics have no idea how the other party did it.

Totally a mystery.

The last psychic dressed as a ninja was shocked to find that his companion's head was gone.

As if the ball had dropped its head, the vampire showed sharp teeth and a hoarse smile.

"Are you my offspring?".

"what?"

Ninja asked subconsciously.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

The last words he heard.

"I don't even know my ancestors. It seems that I'm just a running dog of a psychic."

The vampire crushed the psychic's head, laughing harmlessly to humans and animals.

The following team of psychics saw this scene.

There is no pause.

More than a dozen laser beams shot out.

A ray of light ignited in a dark world.

The figure of the blood species disappeared out of thin air like air.

Then came a misty calm.

A mocking voice surrounded the surroundings like a ghost.

At the same time, Ku Wu sticks out his tongue like rain from the darkness, and there are phantoms flying in all directions.

All the psychics were stunned by the oppressive realistic phantom.

It is simply unimaginable that anyone in the blood race can achieve a level of terror that even psychics cannot.

Who else?

Hattori Hanzo is also.

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