I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Principal Fujiwara, the group on Showa Avenue has lost contact..."

Near Sensoji Temple, on the edge of the Sumida River across the river from Taito District, a priest standing in front of the barrier with a pale face reported to another middle-aged priest behind him.

"Stabilize the transmission of spiritual power, and let the self-defense forces go over to take a look. If this tornado continues to blow, I am afraid that the three major formations in Tokyo will soon be unable to withstand it..."

Standing behind him is Fujiwara Shu, the current Patriarch of the Fujiwara Clan, the Great Priest of the Meiji Shrine, and the current "Yin Yang Head" of Yin Yang Liao.

At this moment, he was frowning tightly. His usually meticulous clothing was completely messed up by the strong wind and he had no time to take care of it.

A majestic and thick spiritual power is continuously being input into the formation from him.

"This tornado is very strange. It is deliberately collecting resentment and ghosts, and using it to attack the edge of the formation. Could it be transformed by some kind of ghost..."

Looking at the terrifying tornado that looked like a living creature in front of him, Fujiwara felt that there was an invisible big hand behind the scenes, playing with himself and others.

Before he could think of a way to break it, the tornado that turned around and destroyed several buildings, carrying a large amount of steel, cement, cars and other wreckage, was pasted towards their position.

"No, leave this to me, you guys quickly distance yourself and find a cover..."

Suddenly realizing something, Fujiwara shouted loudly at the people beside him.

The "Tokyo Three Formation" can block the tornado made of resentment and the ghosts in it, but...

"Uh..."

Before he could finish speaking, the tornado was like an invisible giant hand, throwing several floor slabs forcefully, breaking through the formation barrier, falling from the sky like a meteorite, and knocking a self-defense team member to the ground.

The wreckage of buildings and vehicles without life and resentment will not give the "Tokyo Three Formation" face.

At the same time, the priest teams set up by Yinyangliao in various parts of Taito District in charge of formations were all facing the same crisis under the tornado.

"No, once the transmission of spiritual power is stopped, the formation will collapse!!!"

The few priests standing in front of the barrier did not seem to have heard of it, and stubbornly avoided all kinds of flying things in the gust of wind, sticking to their own lines.

The self-defense team on the side ignored the building debris that fell around them, and used the anti-riot shields in their hands to cover the priests fearlessly.

"... Even if you die, don't let these things break the formation!!!"

Because, they know very well that they have long been unable to retreat.

Once this terrible tornado, overwhelming resentment and ghosts ravage Tokyo, and even the whole of Japan, not only they cannot escape, but even their family, friends, people they know and people they don't know will have nowhere to go escape……

Surrounding the edge of the formation in the entire Taito District, groups of priests of Yinyangliao are crumbling like candles in the wind, maintaining the transmission of spiritual power at the cost of their lives, and with their last breath, they refuse to step into the earth-shattering tornado before them. realm of the living.

...

"hey-hey……"

Showa Avenue, near Akihabara side.

The black tornado kept hitting the barrier, and the strong wind threw the wreckage of various things out of the barrier and fell on the vehicles on both sides.

Erqian Ryoma, who was full of blackness, completely ignored the terrifying scene around him, but with a gloomy smile, he raised his gun at Hou Hailudou in front of him...

"Why, it's me again!!!"

Hou Hailudou's chubby face was covered with veins, and he slammed into the back of the vehicle beside him.

A bullet grazed his hip and sank into the ground.

"At this time, I can only use the precious 'original juice'. You continue to attract his attention."

On the other side, Mai Hanyu sighed with regret, and cautiously took advantage of the cover of the scrambled traffic to close the distance from the rear to Ryoma Nizen who was possessed by the "Dead Man".

However, the second Ryoma in front of the field suddenly stopped shooting and looked up at the sky dully.

Because, ten meters above his head, there was a figure floating quietly at some point.

It was a middle-parted boy wearing a T-shirt with the words "Pokémon Pokemon Limited LATS Reward "Gunki" Special Edition" printed on it, and he was dressed as a college student.

Mai Hanyu subconsciously raised the SLR...

Under the lens, I saw that ordinary young man, who was spinning the splendid golden chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power rapidly around his body, and also had runes of unknown meaning flowing in his eyes.

As if he hadn't heard of the few people under his feet, the boy quietly stared in the direction of the center of Taito District with deep eyes.

"If you pray to the god of heaven and earth for the people, there will be no obstacles."

With an indifferent expression that does not belong to humans, he spread his palms towards the formation in front of him.

A large amount of golden spiritual power, centered on his palm, bloomed leisurely like a chrysanthemum, and merged into the formation barrier.

The entire Taito District, the invisible barrier formed by the "Tokyo Three Arrays", was instantly stained with a pale golden chrysanthemum pattern.

With the rapid flow of the golden chrysanthemum patterns, the formation barrier exploded outwards with countless layers of petals composed of spiritual power.

Shinto Art · Divine Blessing.

The barrier with countless petals seemed to be strengthened, facing the impact of the tornado, it became motionless.

On the contrary, every time the tornado collides with the formation, it will shrink a little bit, and it will no longer have the power it had before.

"This...is this Takumi's spiritual power?"

Standing on the edge of the formation by the Sumida River, Fujiwara exclaimed in disbelief when he saw the very familiar chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power in front of him.

"No, this is the power of the gods, could it be..."

As the chrysanthemum petals made of spiritual power became denser, a powerful wave burst out from the formation barrier, staining the people and things on the edge of the entire Taito District with golden chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power.

Seen from the sky, the entire Taito District seems to have turned into a "giant 16-petal and eight-fold chrysanthemum" in full bloom.

"Principal Fujiwara, be careful..."

At the same time, several dense cement blocks were blown by the tornado, and struck towards the priests.

After a burst of "crackling", only the people who had no time to dodge were left standing in the dust unharmed...

"Cough cough cough...a miracle...this is a miracle!"

As if they had been blessed by heaven, the huge concrete blocks that could turn people into flesh if they were rubbed casually, unexpectedly passed through the gaps between the crowd just right.

Even the wounds of those injured before are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Around the edge of Taito District, such "miracles" continue to appear, saving countless lives from the tornado.

"What are you doing in a daze, even the Lord God has taken action, we can't lose face!"

When he came back to his senses, Fujiwara never looked at the tornado again, and led the priests to input spiritual power and maintain the formation with a frenzied face and fearless death.

At the same time, in front of Showa Avenue, the black figure behind Ryoma Erqian disappeared under the waves of the chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power, as if it had never appeared before.

"I... what happened to me just now?"

The light of reason returned to Ryoma's eyes before the second.

"My head... my head hurts..."

Also, the hangover-like headache.

"Although there is a time, sooner or later, it is sincerity that everything runs through the end."

With his head, Takumi Fujiwara glanced at the gate of hell that was completely open in the sky, and said so arrogantly, with his hands behind his back, he flew straight into the resentment.

"This... this world, what's going on..."

Looking at the two-year-old boy who left in the air, Ryoma's face was full of confusion before the two.

"This waka...Da Yuxin Twenty-Three? Could it be that the one just now was..."

Behind him, Mai Hanyu put the thick and long test tube in his hand into the bag, and looked thoughtfully at the direction of Takumi Fujiwara's departure.