Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

第91章 接下来将由巡夜人完全接管！（1月30日，5/5）

Ground-level shopping mall.

The surrounding firepower network is on the verge of collapse.

The labels spread like a curse across the weapons, forcing more and more combatants to cease fire, and the scene descended into chaos.

But a prototype is still a prototype.

Once injected, their combat power will be equivalent to the overloaded version of the mass-produced combat suit.

Xiaoying decisively abandoned her gun.

The energy rifle slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, with a "clang" as pieces of metal popped out from both sides of the energy backpack on his back.

The metal closed up, stretched, and transformed into an energy spear burning with azure flames.

She gripped her gun with both hands and charged.

The high-temperature flames trailed a distorted path at the tip of the spear, causing the air to steam wherever they passed.

The spear pierced the bulky, jumbled body of E-121, and flames instantly spread along the slime and waste, burning wildly.

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The stench of burning plastic mingled with the acrid smell of melting plastic.

E-121 emitted a mournful wail mixed with electronic noise, its massive body staggering backward under the flames and impact.

One step, two steps—

Boom!

It crashed through the supporting columns and floor slabs behind it, and its upper body smashed through three layers of railings, with rubble and steel bars pouring down like a waterfall.

Xiaoying didn't stop.

Will-o'-the-wisps surged around her, instantly incinerating the mud and labels that tried to approach.

She was like a red-hot nail, driven firmly into the ever-regenerating body of the vengeful spirit.

not enough.

The fluorescent blue light deep within her pupils continued to flicker, while the overload alarm inside her combat suit had become a piercing background noise.

But the movement was not slowed down at all.

The gun was drawn, and fire broke out.

Stab again, burn again.

Every advance is calculated.

Avoid the eruption points where the sludge is most concentrated, prioritize disrupting the nodes of energy flow, and create an isolation zone with flames.

She's gambling.

Bet on the chance before you lose your strength.

It can burn this thing until it can never be regenerated.

Kurokawa witnessed everything, and this desperate gamble for victory was not entirely wrong.

This is the only possible way to win right now.

However, the risk is extremely high.

If you can't finish off your opponent in a short time, it's a form of slow suicide.

Moreover, all E-rank vengeful spirits possess a deadly finishing move.

If we're not careful, defeat will be sealed in advance.

Sure enough, it seemed to confirm Kurokawa's idea.

Xiaoying's fierce attack seemed about to succeed.

E-121's body continued to shrink and carbonize, and its movements became increasingly sluggish.

However, when its size shrank to about five meters tall, a sudden change occurred.

The debris in the vengeful spirit's chest and abdomen surged and swelled violently like a living thing!

It was as if an invisible explosion was bursting forth from within, followed by a deafening roar!

With no blind spots, the violent fragments of the "product" shot out in all directions!

Broken toys.

Twisted metal.

Hardened plastic block.

They are all shrouded in a thick, viscous energy of resentment.

It tore through the air like a cannonball, covering the entire atrium!

"Get out of the way—!!" The squad leader immediately sensed the danger and roared.

late.

The fragments have arrived.

On the fourth floor, Sakura's pupils suddenly contracted.

In the instant danger approached, the first person she thought of wasn't herself.

Instead, it was that dark red figure sitting quietly.

"Watch out—!" she cried out.

Kurokawa remained silent.

The tentacles behind her wrapped around her waist and pulled her sharply behind them.

Almost simultaneously, a torrent of fragments was upon us!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The impacts were like a torrential downpour; the power of each shell easily left a deep crater in the concrete wall.

Soon someone was hit, and if his companions hadn't risked their lives to pull him into the load-bearing wall, he probably would have died there.

But all the shells aimed at Sakura stopped in mid-air.

It was like crashing into an invisible wall.

Sakura crouched down, covering her head, and caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye.

With each impact, a transparent ripple would spread through the air in front of her, vaguely outlining a huge silhouette blocking her way.

The shelling lasted for a full twenty seconds.

Debris piled up and flew all around like a blizzard, and the air was thick with smoke and the stench of burning.

When the last piece of debris finally fell to the ground, the mall's atrium was a complete mess.

Sakura slowly released her arms from protecting her head and raised her head.

Ahead, the semi-transparent ripples were gradually subsiding.

But before she completely disappeared, she finally saw things clearly.

It was a giant doll nearly four meters tall, dressed in a simple cassock.

It stood silently on the edge of the broken floorboards, its arms crossed in front of it, its armored surface covered with tiny dents and scratches, yet it remained as solid as a mountain.

"This is...

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Click~

The previous attack had completely destroyed the structure of the house, and a huge piece of ceiling debris had fallen from above her head.

It came hurtling straight at her.

Snapped-!

For an instant.

The tentacles flashed, and the falling concrete block was pulverized.

The gravel grazed her shoulder, causing a sharp pain.

But she didn't move.

He simply raised his head, his gaze piercing through the drifting gray-white smoke and dust, and looked at that figure.

Kurokawa remained seated, without even turning around.

It was as if he had just casually dusted off some dust.

My heart pounded heavily in my chest.

That familiar feeling that had been pressing down on my heart surged up again, more intensely than ever before.

Why?

This mysterious "Night Watchman President" —

She opened her mouth, as if to say something.

My throat felt like it was blocked by dust, and I couldn't make a sound.

The next second—

"ah!!!"

A scream suddenly erupted from below.

Sakura shuddered and lunged to the edge of the platform.

As far as the eye could see, there was only chaos.

Projectile-like debris pierced the bunker and tore through the protective barriers.

More than half of the combatants lay dead in pools of blood and debris, groaning incessantly.

Those who were still standing were mostly wounded, their hands holding guns trembling.

The firepower network was completely paralyzed.

Her gaze suddenly shifted to the vengeful spirit.

E-121 has shrunk considerably, now standing only about three meters tall, its body covered with charred cracks.

But right under her horrified gaze...

From the cracks in the ground, countless secondary clones crawled out like black maggots, quickly attacking the damaged parts of the vengeful spirit.

They melted and merged, like flowing black patches quickly repairing the scorch marks and gaps.

The situation is worse than expected!

"Xiaoying—!"

Sakura suddenly turned her head and looked at the white figure.

Xiaoying knelt less than ten meters away from the vengeful spirit, her spear slipping from her hand and landing beside her, the flames on the spear almost extinguished.

She was covered in a thick layer of labels and packaging waste, almost turning her into a bloated garbage doll.

A corner of the helmet visor was torn, revealing her tightly closed eyes and pale lips; she had fainted.

Even more terrifying was the surrounding ground.

More black sludge was surging in from all directions, slowly spreading towards her unconscious body.

They want to devour her.

The person and their combat suit were "recovered" together.

Sakurako had only one thought in her mind.

It’s over.

From the moment the vengeful spirit hatched prematurely, the situation was already out of control.

Now, the defeat seems like an inevitable outcome.

Sakura looked down at the collapsing formation and the unconscious Xiaoying, who was about to be swallowed up.

Despair gradually spread in her heart.

Just then, that deep, electrically-processed voice sounded from beside me: "It seems—you have failed."

She turned her head and looked at Kurokawa, who remained seated without moving.

In the shadows beneath the hood, she couldn't see his expression, but she could clearly feel the weight of his gaze.

It was as if everything had been foreseen.

"I—" She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a proper rebuttal.

The defeat is inevitable, and any explanation is futile.

Kurokawa didn't urge him, but calmly added, "There are still many ordinary people outside. If we let them out, it won't just be a matter of your company's operation failing."

These words were like a needle, precisely piercing through Sakura's last bit of persistence.

Sakura closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again, her voice regaining its supervisory calm and decisiveness: "—We agree to relinquish the target. On-site command is transferred."

I've finally heard those words.

Kurokawa slowly stood up.

"From now on, the night patrol will take over the area."

He took a step forward, stepping off the edge of the platform.

Sakurako watched the figure about to fall, her fingers tightening.

The words that had been stuck in my throat finally escaped my lips as a personal statement: "—Please—be sure to be careful."

Kurokawa paused for a fleeting, almost imperceptible moment.

Immediately, he leaned forward and fell freely.

The wind howled.

He twisted and flipped in mid-air, tentacles piercing out from behind him. He cushioned his fall with a slight touch to the ground, landing as lightly as a feather, bending his knees to dissipate the force, and making no sound.

Boom! !

Immediately afterward, the four-meter-tall kasaya-clad puppet deactivated its invisibility and crashed heavily behind him, cracking the ground.

Its massive body was fully revealed, like a silent guardian deity.

At that moment, a clear and rapid voice came through the headset: "President, I've confirmed the rules! You cannot attack multiple targets simultaneously within the target's field of vision, otherwise it will trigger tag proliferation. It is recommended not to select multiple targets at the same time; defeating enemies one by one will not trigger the rule."

A hint of approval flashed in Kurokawa's eyes.

"That was a huge help. Get ready to retreat; I'll finish this in three minutes."

The call was disconnected.

He raised his eyes and looked at the E-121, which was still struggling in the fire but constantly regenerating.

Take a deep breath—

Buzz!

A burst of seven-colored light erupted from his body!

The surface of the combat suit shimmered with light, and all the energy circuits were lit up, flickering and pulsating like breathing.

Liberation rate—100%!

His hands were already on the hilts of his sword.

The giant puppets behind them simultaneously lowered themselves, assuming a fighting stance.

"Begin cleaning."

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