A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 109 Berlin Night Battle - Part 1

"Mr. Miguel, there's been a serious multi-vehicle collision on the main road ahead, it's completely blocked, and our car can't get through."

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Sitting in the passenger seat, Yoshino Junpei observed the road ahead with a uniquely shaped monocular telescope and relayed messages.

He was using another "magical tool" made with Kokichi, which integrated a series of detection functions such as infrared night vision.

"Anyway, it's nighttime and there aren't many pedestrians. Isn't the sidewalk quite wide? Let's go around it." Miguel, sitting in the back, decisively gave the order.

Tobias, who was temporarily acting as driver, immediately turned the steering wheel, and the high-performance car obediently rolled onto the edge of the sidewalk, preparing to bypass the congested section from the side.

However, just as the vehicle was about to enter the dimly lit intersection ahead, something unexpected happened.

Several specially modified large-caliber anti-material sniper bullets, with extremely strong penetrating power and stopping power, were fired at Yoshino Junpei in the convoy in a completely silent and muzzle-free state, like the fangs of death flying silently in the night!

As one of the foreign guests, he appeared rather inconspicuous due to his youthful appearance and lack of official rank, making him an ideal target for the enemy to "establish authority" and create panic.

It wasn't until the bullets were only a dozen meters from the car window that Hiromi Hinoshita, with his exceptionally keen sense of danger, managed to catch a glimpse of the faint streaks of light in the air, relying on his intuition and the corner of his eye.

He instinctively wanted to shout a warning, but obviously, sound was nowhere near as fast as a bullet.

However, Shunping's reaction exceeded physiological limits.

In that split second, without even thinking, he almost instinctively summoned the jellyfish shikigami "Yodozuki".

The enormous, translucent jellyfish-shaped shikigami expanded rapidly inside the car like an airbag, gently enveloping everyone inside, including the driver, Tobias.

puff!puff!puff!

A dull thud echoed inside the car.

The cursed warhead, powerful enough to tear apart the steel armor of a warship, easily pierced through the hull and then crashed into layers of sticky and elastic gel.

Its kinetic energy was quickly dispersed and absorbed by the unique body structure of "Yodozuki", and finally it was helplessly embedded in the tough body of the shikigami, failing to harm the people inside in the slightest.

Of course, the attacks did not stop; this was just a signal.

Hundreds of dark figures suddenly emerged from the windows and shadows of buildings on both sides of the previously deserted street, their cold gun barrels gleaming with a deadly light in the dim moonlight.

"Enemy attack—!" Tobias's roar and the first wave of gunfire erupted almost simultaneously.

The bursts of automatic rifle fire and the continuous roar of light machine guns intertwined, and bullets poured down on the convoy like a deluge.

The rocket launchers and grenade launchers spewed out fiery tails one after another, emitting a piercing whistling sound as they tore through the air.

The ensuing explosion shook the earth like thunder, with flames and smoke billowing upwards.

All the sounds converged into a violent concerto, instantly shattering the tranquility of the night.

The attackers occupied the high ground and crossfire points around the intersection, creating a dense "net".

Because Shunpei had already enveloped his group with "Yodogetsu," even though the grenades tore the first vehicle to pieces and flames shot into the sky, Miguel, Hikami, and Tobias inside the vehicle were unharmed under the protection of the shikigami.

"Get the vehicles out of the way!" Miguel shouted sternly.

Using the tentacles of "Yozuki" that extend to provide cushioning and deflection as cover and fulcrums, the four of them darted out horizontally from the burning wreckage like ghosts, moving and weaving through the hail of bullets with irregular high-speed trajectories.

Although the attackers had the advantage of terrain, their tactical skills were still questionable.

Hiromi Hiraka calmly observed:

Our own personnel have already been transferred, but attackers are still focusing their fire on the empty vehicle wreckage, demonstrating a lack of real-time battlefield awareness and response.

The reloading rhythm was chaotic and disorderly; some people were still pulling the trigger even after emptying their magazines, wasting precious opportunities for suppressing fire.

Even so, the sheer density and suddenness of the attack caused several European sorcerers in the following vehicles who were unable to activate their magical enhancements or defensive spells in time to be hit by stray bullets and shrapnel flying everywhere, emitting painful screams.

Aldigo kicked open the car door and jumped out. Amid the deafening explosion of the grenade, he used the shockwave to roll sideways, narrowly avoiding the line of fire that brushed past his face. He rolled awkwardly but nimbly behind the base of a weathered bronze angel statue on the side of the street, burying himself completely in the thick shadow cast by the statue.

"Wow—that's amazing—"

He clutched the wound on his thigh, torn open by shrapnel, blood gushing uncontrollably from between his fingers, staining his trousers a glaring dark red.

As a level two sorcerer, and representing a group of grassroots sorcerers struggling on the margins of society who wanted to travel to the East to seek opportunities on a whim, he had never truly faced such a brutal battlefield.

In this sudden attack, he lost his ability to move almost as soon as the firefight began, barely managing to escape with his life.

Through the billowing smoke and crisscrossing flashes of light, Aldigo stared intently at the figures moving freely through the hail of bullets, his eyes filled with undisguised envy.

"Even though I'm useless, it's great to see how useful everyone else is!"

Based on observation, it is not difficult to know that the attackers with heavy firepower mainly hid on the rooftops of buildings that were up to ten stories high on both sides, looking down from a vertical and horizontal distance of more than two meters, forming a crossfire that covered the entire block.

Seeing this, Hirokazu Riche quickly used his incantation and barrier to create protective measures on his body, his entire body enveloped in a water-like field.

The moment he completed the "domain extension", he took out a small "hammer", exerted force with his feet, and rushed towards the outer wall of a building like an arrow. He stepped on the protruding fire escape stairs and pipes on the wall and ran upwards at a near vertical angle at high speed.

However, just as he ascended to the sixth or seventh floor, a strange sense of spatial distortion suddenly descended.

The staircase scene before him blurred and swayed for a moment, and the next instant, he found himself inexplicably back at the starting point on the ground, as if the ascent had never happened!

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in an elegant old-fashioned suit, appeared on the edge of the rooftop of the building opposite, leaning on a silver cane topped with a large ruby.

Two burly men beside him held up tower-shaped magical implements engraved with spells and gleaming with metallic luster, completely obscuring the old man's body.

The old man's self-glow swept across the street below through the gaps in his shield, and his voice, amplified by loudspeakers, carried a condescending rebuke and disappointment: "Graceia! Tobias! Johannes! You—have fallen! You have joined forces with heretics from the East!"

He paused, tapped the ground lightly with his cane, and announced, "My spell 'Controlling the Stairs' is invincible here!"

Anyone who intends to ascend the stairs will be returned to the starting point I designated once I activate the spell!

You will never reach the truth of "going upstairs"!

"Moving along the stairs will result in forced spatial transfer, right? —"

Thank you for revealing the technique! In that case, can't I just jump up there?

Miguel revealed a subtle smile, reached out and gently turned the white soft hat on his head, and the portable high-power speaker hidden in the brim suddenly started!

A powerful, wild, and primal African drumming resounded through the street, its intense sound waves even temporarily drowning out the gunshots!

"Power, explode with the beat of the drum!" Miguel roared, and his magical power began to surge violently with the rhythm of the music.

This is his spell, "Prayer Song":

By driving the power of the curse with the rhythm of body movements, one can dispel the effects of curses imposed on oneself, refresh physical fatigue and damage, significantly reduce the damage suffered, and simultaneously greatly enhance the user's strength, speed, and resilience.

A powerful support spell that can provide all-around combat enhancement and status maintenance without relying on any domain.