Dragon Clan: Restart your life

When Sakurai Akira woke up, he found himself leaning against the glass window. In front of him was a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to speak. They seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and there was a trace of crimson eye shadow on the corners of their eyes.

The fire that reached the sky in the distance illuminated the cockpit of the Ferris wheel. They were in the cockpit of the Ferris wheel in mid-air.

"wake up?"

"...Well, how long have I slept?" Sakurai Akira shook his head, woke up from the haze, and regained consciousness.

"It's only been an hour. I saw that you were so sleepy that I couldn't bear to wake you up." Mako turned his head and looked outside the cockpit, "But if you want to fall asleep again, I can only hold you and run away." ”

Sakurai Akira followed her gaze and his eyes darkened.

The Tokyo Bay port area not far away has been turned into ruins. The 10,000-ton ship was swept by the unprecedented tsunami and cracked the breakwater. Houses were lifted up in pieces, the cross-sea bridge collapsed, and tens of thousands of containers were submerged under the tide. .

They are now on the "Diamond and Flower Ferris Wheel" in Linhai Park. Looking down, they can see that the seawater has flooded the Linhai Park.

"The coordinates given by your Excellency are correct. This is the third door."

Akira Sakurai stood up, smashed the reinforced glass of the cockpit with one punch, and leaned out.

Heavy rains far exceeding those in the past are eroding the city's waterproofing system, which is already on the verge of collapse. Waiting for the tsunami to push inland, the city's waterproofing system will completely collapse. The original high-rise buildings will stand in the sea, and Tokyo will be destroyed. The sea submerged and became the second Atlantis.

But that's not the scariest thing.

The most terrifying thing is that the "god" who controls this celestial and earthly change is awakening!

After waking up from what seemed like a dream world, Sakurai Akira had to carefully think about the "bet" that adults talked about.

That seems to be the prerequisite for adults to wake up.

"Mingjun..." Mako's voice suddenly became solemn, "If the reinforcements you mentioned don't come again, even if you get the full version of Yaqi again, it will only be a mantis."

Sakurai Ming came back to his senses. Before he could say the words "What's wrong?", thunder filled his ears.

He couldn't believe his eyes and ears, because as Zhenzi said, it was a real catastrophe, a catastrophe that was unstoppable by human power.

The roar came from afar. At the junction of the sky and the sea, the 100-meter-high water wall made a thunderous sound while advancing, advancing towards Tokyo Bay with a devastating attitude!

"The second wave has already reached the 100-meter level." Mako murmured, "If this wave is allowed to reach the port, at least a quarter of the city will be submerged in a short period of time."

Sakurai Mingse said: "This is not something we can stop, this is not within our authority."

He also carried a serum given to him by his master before leaving, but even if he turned on the full version of Baqi and obtained a body comparable to the first generation, he would not be able to defeat this level of natural disaster.

Only the true Dragon King-level "power" can resolve this crisis.

Mako took a deep breath: "Let's think about the best. Once this place is submerged by the sea, when the third door opens, the Kari coming out of it will fall into the sea water. Speaking of which, can Kari swim?"

Sakurai Akira smiled bitterly. This joke really didn't make sense. How could the blood of the Dragon Clan not be watery?

"My lord said that foreign aid will arrive, let's look forward to it." Akira Sakurai climbed out of the window and stood at the top of the cockpit.

The Ferris wheel had stopped running long ago and was swaying in the wind and rain. The seaside park below was completely submerged by the intruding seawater, and there was no place to stay.

If the third door opens and Kari comes out, it will be another underwater battle.

Sakurai Akira glanced below, searching for any favorable conditions that might increase the chance of winning the war.

Mako grabbed the window edge with both hands, leaned out, looked at the second huge wave approaching quickly in the distance, and curled his lips and said: "When this war is over, I won't want to go surfing for at least a year."

"By the way! Ming-kun, are you planning to confess your love to Mr. Nami when the war is over?" Mako suddenly turned over and leaned against the window edge, looking up at Sakurai Akira above the cockpit, which was interesting.

"...Is now the time to talk about this kind of thing?" Sakurai Akira felt helpless.

"If you don't say it now, you may not have the chance in the future." Miyamoto Mako said with a straight face, then sighed, "Mingjun, I remember you fell in love with Teacher Nami when you were in junior high school, right? Why do you keep talking until now?" Didn’t confess?”

Sakurai Akira was stunned and blurted out: "How do you know?"

Miyamoto Mako ignored him and said to himself: "The big boy who has secretly liked his teacher for nearly ten years embarked on a cruel battlefield. Before leaving, he determined to have the courage to confess his love to his beloved teacher as long as he came back alive, but war is always Impermanence, at the last moment of his life, the boy lay in a pool of blood and stared blankly at the sky. The rain fell into his eyes that gradually became dull, reflecting the beautiful fantasy hidden in his heart... Mingjun, what do you think of this script? ?”

Sakurai Akira: "..."

He rubbed his temples with a headache.

"It's written like this in graphic novels." Miyamoto Mako stuck out her tongue innocently.

"Don't be cute." Sakurai Akira sighed, "You are almost 20 years old and you still stick out your tongue."

"Is the twenty-year-old provoking you?" Miyamoto Mako's eyes widened, and he clenched his fists on his chest, "There is no conflict between being cute and age. You are biased. As long as you are cute, the age barrier can be easily broken through!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Sakurai Akira answered perfunctorily. He was still wondering why Mako knew that he had a crush on Teacher Nami since junior high school.

"Are you going to confess your love this time when you go back?" Miyamoto Mako suddenly asked.

"...Maybe?" Sakurai Akira scratched his head, "You have to try it, although I also know that the success rate is very low."

"You have such confidence to confess your love, there is no way it will succeed, right?" Miyamoto Mako held her chin with both hands. The rumbling tsunami was approaching the city, but her eyes went beyond the tsunami, as if falling on the "future" "In the situation.

The girl clasped her hands together in front of her lips like a prayer, and her sigh drifted far away along the sea breeze.

"Mingjun, boys should be more confident. If even the person confessing is timid and unconfident, the person being confessed will also hesitate." The girl said earnestly.

"...Speaking of which, why should I be taught a lesson by you in this regard?"

"Ah?" the girl stuck out her tongue, "If there are three of us, we must have my teacher!"

The brief banter came to an end, but the tense atmosphere did not dissipate. Instead, it built up as the waves got closer and closer.

God is awakening, the sea breeze is filled with a shuddering breath, and God's shadow has enveloped the city.

Sakurai Akira stood in the fierce sea rain and wind, his eyes fixed on the 100-meter-level wave coming from the distance.

Hurry up... Hurry up... Reinforcements will arrive soon!

We can't let tsunamis like this continue to enter the city!

"Mingjun... you must live."

The air was getting colder and colder, and the oncoming fierce sea and rainy wind made the whole of Tokyo tremble, and even the girl's murmur was swallowed up by the wind and rain.

…

…

The time is right now.

Tokyo's weather bureau has already fallen into complete chaos.

Geological disasters and celestial changes unprecedented in hundreds of years swept across Tokyo in just one hour.

The printer kept spitting out recording paper like a convulsion. Chief scientist Miyamoto Ze pulled it over like crazy and saw that the astonishing curve of the peak of the recording paper exceeded the effective range. This proved that the instruments and equipment they installed on the offshore seabed had lost control. The ability of the tide.

The first person to discover the tsunami was an American spy satellite. This spy satellite was used to monitor Japan and neighboring countries. The Japanese government had protested many times, but in the end it was useless. But this time the satellite sent Information concerning the survival of Tokyo - The volcanic belt off the coast is erupting with alarming intensity, and a tsunami shock wave that has never been observed before is advancing towards Tokyo!

It was a 100-meter-high wave, like an army attacking the Japanese capital, destroying all the buoys and monitoring instruments set up by the Meteorological Bureau along the way. Therefore, the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau was unaware of the coming crisis.

In fact, more than ten minutes ago, Miyamoto Ze was drinking coffee with others to discuss the recent strange climate change.

In the face of such a 100-meter-level tsunami, the breakwater near Tokyo Bay is useless and of no use at all.

Once the tsunami officially enters the city, the tidal peak will push inland at a high speed of at least 80 kilometers per hour, and the city will be soaked in seawater in a short period of time.

Along with the tsunami, there were strong winds and heavy rains of magnitude 12.

This heavy rain exceeded 100 millimeters of rainfall in just ten minutes, which is the amount of rainfall in a whole year in many rainy cities.

"Dr. Miyamoto! Dr. Miyamoto! The Prime Minister's residence called and wanted an explanation from the Meteorological Bureau. Why is there no forecast? Why is there no forecast?" the young operator yelled, holding the phone.

Miyamoto Ze pushed him away and had no time to pay attention to the call from the Prime Minister's residence.

He rushed up to the terrace in a few steps. The seawater had already reached the downstairs of the Meteorological Bureau. The entire first floor was submerged, and the surrounding high-rise buildings were also standing in the sea. Miyamoto Ze stared at the west, as if his mortal enemy was hidden in the clouds there.

Another loud noise came from the western sky, as if a huge cannon with a diameter of several kilometers was fired. After a few seconds, the western sky turned fiery red.

"Mount Fuji...has erupted!" A subordinate rushed to the terrace and shouted, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he knew what Miyamotozawa was waiting for. The firelight erupting from Mount Fuji could be seen by everyone in Tokyo.

That is indeed Miyamoto Sawa's mortal enemy, and the mortal enemy of all meteorological experts and geological experts in Japan.

The eruption of this volcano named Mount Fuji is enough to show that the magma deep in the earth's crust has completely boiled. Offshore volcanoes and land volcanoes are connected deep in the earth's crust.

"The shock wave is approaching Tokyo! 10, 9, 8, 7..." The colleague responsible for monitoring the shock wave shouted the countdown.

Immediately afterwards, an earthquake wave with an intensity of up to eight levels swept across quickly, knocking everyone in the room to the ground. The operator hit the corner, his head was bruised and bloody, and he grabbed the microphone and shouted "Moses!"

Miyamoto Ze grabbed his collar, grabbed the microphone and put it to his ear: "Mr. Prime Minister, any explanation at this point is useless. We have no way to prevent this disaster. Listen! There will be no forecast, nor No plan! Just one suggestion—"

He took a deep breath and said, "Run for your life! If you can't escape, stand as high as possible and pray. Pray that someone will stand up and save this city and this country!"

He hung up the phone directly, looked around, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, run away for your lives! It's useless for you to stay! I'm calling everyone along the road to go to the open high ground. There's only so much you can do! Go, go, go!"

With three "scroll" sounds in a row, the dragon-tiger-like authority subdued everyone.

Under his stern gaze, the group of guys who were unwilling to escape due to the dignity of scientists began to move, and soon only Miyamoto Ze was left in the huge office.

He sat expressionlessly at the console, recording the last bits of data and sending out disaster alerts.

As Miyamoto Shio's uncle, he knew exactly what was going on. If his guess was correct, Shio's plan in Tama River might have failed.

No one can stop the awakening of God. Human beings cannot fight against such aloof things. The only ones who can step onto the battlefield are hybrids like them.

But Miyamoto Ze didn't know what else he could do at this moment.

All he can do seems to be to pray, praying that everyone can really lead the family to cut off the head of the god.

At this time, can anyone really save the city?

The sound of helicopter rotors came from above the building.

Miyamoto Ze looked up subconsciously. Who would come to the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau at this time?

A few minutes later, a group of sleepy-eyed guys walked into the lobby of the Meteorological Bureau carrying heavy equipment boxes. At first glance, these guys seemed a bit wretched, but upon closer inspection, they could be said to be perverts. They collectively wore rubber boots and white protective clothing. suit, wearing a gas mask.

The school badges pinned to their chests illustrate their identities.

They talked quietly as they walked.

"This old thief, the principal, has something up his sleeve. There are so many helicopters, how about we find an opportunity to sneak away?"

"Where you want to go, old Bidden can't think of it? Do you believe that in the blink of an eye, that old guy will blow up all the helicopters with a machine gun?"

"Hey, there's no need to blow it up. I noticed it on the plane. The fuel depots are so half-shattered that it's not even enough to get to the nearest gas station, let alone leaving Tokyo."

"Here... let's collect all the oil and add it to a helicopter. Do you think it's a good idea?"

"There is a fart scene. How many people can fit in a helicopter? We will die together, thank you."

…

Miyamoto Ze suddenly stood up in shock. This equipment, this school badge, such incomprehensible remarks...

Are they highly variable people from the equipment department of the college headquarters?

We have long heard that this group of psychopaths will be fully armed when they come into contact with outsiders. They have obviously restrained themselves a lot today. It is obviously due to the poor conditions on the ground, otherwise they are not wearing gas masks, but breathing masks and oxygen tanks.

Miyamoto Ze hurriedly stood up and responded, but the guys ignored him at all. They found a desk on their own, opened the equipment box, and started assembling a personal computer.

The Meteorological Office was once again filled with people, and the expert team from the Kassel Academy, the Equipment Department, and Watt Alheim officially took over.

At this time, the two principals walked in. The leading old man was in a straight suit and walked like a tiger. The one behind him was a bit stretched and had a beer belly. He was wearing a sloppy denim shirt and shiny jeans.

"Your Excellency, Vice President, I didn't expect you to be here too!" Miyamoto Ze bowed deeply and said excitedly.

"You know me, have you taken my class?" The vice-principal raised his eyebrows, surprised that he could have loyal fans in a foreign country.

Look, both the principal and the vice principal are here, but the first one to greet him is the vice principal. What does this mean? Compared with the principal who has lost the support of the people, the vice principal is the hope of the college!

He should have been in charge long ago!

"I took your physical education class." Miyamoto Ze said cautiously.

The vice-principal has not conducted formal classes for many years, except for physical education classes, especially swimming classes.

There is a saying in the school that the vice-principal may miss the principal's funeral and wedding, but he will never miss any swimming test.

"Oh." The vice-principal scratched his head, "You are indeed my student. At this time, you did not choose to take refuge but stayed here to hold on."

"Even if Tokyo is going to sink tonight, as scientists, we still have reason to stick here and leave first-hand data for mankind!" Miyamoto Ze said categorically.

"There's no need to keep any data. Don't worry, Tokyo won't sink." The vice-principal said confidently, "Because we are already here!"

Hearing this, Miyamoto Ze felt happy. He had long heard that the vice-principal's motto was "A gentleman does not stand behind dangerous walls." Now it seems that the college headquarters has been well prepared.

At this moment, a group of sturdy men came up carrying boxes of beer, cola and snacks.

This is the elite of the school engineering department who escorted the members of the equipment department all the way to Japan, and is now responsible for beating them.

The crazy people lined up to get Coke, beer and snacks, and then successfully broke through the firewall of the Meteorological Bureau and connected their personal computers to the internal system of the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau.

At the same time, Eva officially defeated Kaguya and began to fully connect to Tokyo. Turbulent data flows were shuttled through the Internet in Tokyo.

The expert team quickly showed their combat effectiveness. In fifteen minutes, they had completed the blockade of Tokyo, took control of the "Iron Dome Temple" and managed all transportation hubs in the city.

The same city can achieve 100% efficiency under the management of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government, and the efficiency increases to 200% under the control of Eva and the Equipment Department.

Under such harsh weather conditions, the Equipment Department actually opened the airport and allowed flights to depart.

"Are you bastards serious?" the vice-principal cursed and began to give technical instructions. "Flights are allowed to leave the port at this time. Are you sure you won't be struck down by lightning?"

"Okay, okay, you'll die if you stay here, and you'll die if you get hit by lightning, so why not give it a try." Researcher A said lightly, not caring at all about the life or death of Japanese netizens.

"The power of the drainage system has been increased to the limit. The water levels in all reservoirs are exceeding the standard. The total water storage volume has exceeded one billion cubic meters and continues to rise." Researcher B is willing to die for his beloved shrimp crackers. He took off his gas mask and informed everyone of the important news.

"Asshole! Aren't we already at the limit? What if the water level continues to rise?" the vice-principal roared while taking a swig of tequila, "Think of a way!"

"Aren't limits meant to be broken? Tonight is a good time to test how many times Tokyo's drainage system can exceed its limits." Researcher C shrugged.

"Very good! The moment to test the will of the Japanese people has arrived!" the vice-principal raised his glass and shouted, "Do your best to keep the water level stable!"

After that, he turned around and pulled Ange over, muttering in a low voice: "The situation is more difficult than we thought. God is awakening at a faster pace, as if something is stimulating it. I suspect that it has complete self-will. We are currently actively trying to destroy Tokyo and repeat the sinking of Takamagahara.”

"It doesn't sound any worse." Ange said lightly.

"Well, you think we should get the remaining oil from the helicopter together and escape?" the vice principal suggested friendly.

Ange muttered: "You said it was too late."

"ha?"

"I just asked Uesugi to go and cut off our retreat." Angers shrugged.