Jujutsu Kaisen: I have a Gardevoir

The sea area that seemed crowded half an hour ago has become empty.

The unprecedented alliance in this world, the unprecedented super fleet, was dismantled to pieces in just a few dozen minutes, looser than the air in Lay's potato chips.

In the end, only the luxury cruise ship owned by Gojo Satoru was left.

It is the flagship of this coalition.

Maybe before, some people and certain forces still had opinions, but from now on, no one will have any opinions.

There were only twelve people left on the cruise ship at this time.

Six of them are Japanese.

They are Gojo Satoru, Tengen, Otoko Yuta, Fushiguro Megumi, Yokoyoshi, and Kizuna Hisahito (Ryangime Sunuo).

The remaining six people come from different countries and even continents.

This does not include Rimei, who has been creating ice on the sea and providing a foothold for many spellcasters. The "angel" who cannot be present due to the special spell is coming to Qihua - the "eliminating spell" characteristic is not only ineffective against Akari, but also It's easy to accidentally injure friendly troops - as well as Yuki Kujiu and Noctua Masami who are hiding somewhere without showing up.

More than half of the world's special-grade products are exclusive.

Excluding the two technical specials of Noctua Masami and Kokichi, the score is still over half.

It can be seen that the Japanese magic circle is indeed the leader in this world.

If the curse spirits in Japan were not so rampant, the structure of the other world would have changed, at least it would not be the same as the outside world. The lethality of these supermen on the hidden front is not as huge as usual.

"We've almost done the warm-up, it's time to get down to business. It doesn't matter if you all come on one by one, in batches, or all together, feel free to come."

"This is a war, not a duel, let's all fight together!"

A special person from the Middle East said as he pulled out his scimitar and slashed at Akari.

Although it is a single sword, the slash is divided into hundreds of thousands of strands, which can kill a person in an instant.

With just this one move, he is worthy of the name of a special-level magician. No matter how many ordinary magicians there are, they can't cope with it.

Mingli's expression remained unchanged, and he still extended his hand, no different from when his opponent was in the dark.

Opening and closing the palm, retracting the fingers, holding the blade of the legendary Damascus knife with a wavy spiral pattern in his hand.

A flash of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the Middle Eastern super.

He is not a trickster like Ming Ming who relies on restraints and gambles his life to launch special attacks in a short period of time.

As the underground king of the most chaotic area in the world, he has no special level worthy of the name, from swordsmanship to swordsmanship to spells and spells.

Can copy special attack spells.

Refined sword skills.

A god-level spell that can fold space.

A mantra as vast as the ocean.

Together they supported his great reputation, traveling across Central Asia, Western Asia and even Central Europe without a single defeat.

Even the famous "Arcane Judge" in Europe did not get any advantage from him.

One hand, bare hand, to take my knife?

A person from the summoning operation system, who dishonestly hides behind, controls the elves, and then goes to the front to engage in hand-to-hand combat?

It’s enough to deal with level 1. After all, even those below special level are not much stronger than ants, but you still dare to do this in front of me.

There must be a limit to looking down on others!

Since you are asking for trouble, don't blame me for being vicious!

Pressing down with both hands, a curse burst out, threatening to cut the person in front of him into pieces!

However, when such a sharp sword fell on Mingli, he was almost unscathed. There was only a trace of blood on the five fingers, but before the blood bloomed, he returned to normal.

The light of the sword dissipated slightly, and Mingli immediately turned from defense to offense. He twisted his fingers to make the scimitar even more curved, and made a tooth-wrenching sound that made the Middle East super feel distressed.

This sword has been with him for twenty years. There is no second sword in the world, but it will be destroyed by Mingli.

Even so, he still did not let go, and instead activated the spells and spells regardless of the loss.

Because his old enemy, the "Secret Inquisitor" who has a close relationship with the Vatican Holy See, has already got behind Mingli.

This person also has another nickname called "Hand of Darkness", which means that he is best at killing people silently in the dark, and is the undisputed number one assassin in the world of magic.

Behind Naihe Mingli stood the Dark Pokémon, Darkrai, who was born in the darkness, rested in the darkness, and made darkness his home.

Before the "Judge" had time to take action, Darkrai flew up with his long legs, kicked the man out of stealth, and used his backhand to make up for it with a "Dark Hole" shot in the face.

If it hadn't been for the timely rescue of the special class from South America, who neutralized the "Dark Hole" with a saturation spell strike, the thirteenth special class, the last hope of the magic world, would have suffered attrition.

This special agent is the most famous among many special agents, both inside and outside the world, because he is a South American warlord. Only in such a place with thin order can the law of the jungle be more nakedly highlighted, and the boundaries between the inner and outer worlds are not as clear as other places.

Like the one from the Middle East, both of them are typical combatants, but this one's technique is more modern.

The type of technique is somewhat similar to Zhenyi's construction technique, which can directly manifest modern weapons.

But different from Zhenyi's real structure, this one is simulated through the power of magic and does not directly interfere with the laws of physics, so it consumes less, has a lighter burden, and has more diverse playing methods. It starts with two Gatlings and two Gatlings. The continuous shooting of RPG is very simple and crude.

Mingli's response was equally simple and crude. The Variety Monster transformed into a Gengar, opened its mouth, and accepted whatever you wanted, whether it was a magic bullet or an RPG.

Gengar's racial characteristics - a four-dimensional stomach bag, the belly leads to a different space. This small scale is still an attack of negative energy. I will eat as much as it comes.

吃完还不忘一边舔嘴唇，一边桀桀怪笑，看得伏黑惠的影子里也钻出了紫黑色大胖子，桀桀抗议——它学我，老大，我们能不能一起揍它。

To be honest, Fushiguro Megumi is really ready to make a move. Normally, he might actually rush into it.

But before the war started, Gojo Satoru had already given instructions to his own people: it is okay to fight, but not desperate.

To tell you the reason, it's too disappointing. You don't have the ability to threaten Mingli. The final decisive battle can only be fought between me, Liangmiansu Nuo and Mingli.

Just think of it as a test for yourself, or the final battle of your career as a magician.

Especially Fushiguro Megumi and Kozune Hisuhito, they are responsible for the key to the recovery of Ryomian Sunuo. They must ensure their own condition and not waste too much mana power.

In this moment of hesitation, Mingli's five fingers had completely broken off the special-grade scimitar, and then he slapped Middle East Special-grade in the chest with his backhand.

Even though the Middle East special-level players had tried their best to dodge and retreat, and even though three more special-level players had joined the battle, they still could not stop Mingli's palm.

As for the three new ones, there will naturally be other Pokémon to deal with them.

Mingli has always attached great importance to cultivating the subjective initiative of Pokémon, so that when the trainer is too busy, the Pokémon can act independently and cooperate on its own.

The judgment of the Middle East Special Grade was wrong from the beginning. Mingli was not just showing off after being full, but was fully confident.

One wrong step, one wrong step, even the special-grade spell tool couldn't stop Mingli. How could the super-grade spellcaster's body be any better? His chest was dented by Mingli's blows, and blood spurted out wildly.

Fortunately, he was a fighting sect who was killed on the battlefield. If he were a little weaker, he would have taken in more air and less out. How could he still have the energy to stare behind him and shout in a hoarse voice:

"Gojo Satoru, why are you just watching! Gojo Satoru, are you going to betray your previous promise and betray the position of the magician? Gojo Satoru!!!"