The 300 Heroes of the Manga

"——Rentaro. That."

"What else is going on at this time?"

Rentaro asked impatiently, but Yanzhu did not answer.

She just pointed stupidly at a point in the night sky.

Suddenly, Rentaro had a strange feeling of being illuminated by the gentle light behind him, and he turned and looked at Yanzhu's line of sight. The strong light pierced the eyes that had adapted to the darkness, and Rintaro had to cover it with his hands and squinted his eyes.

He was speechless.

A dazzling light flickered over the entire Tokyo area. He soon discovered that the light sources came from an astonishing number of hot air balloons about the size of a football. Under the spherical bag, the burning material added with oil-paper was blazing, and the hot air made the bag sway lightly from left to right, gradually rising.

What is surprising is the number of balloons. Thousands of tens of thousands of balloons that almost fill the entire sky dance, collide, and rise in the sky like wool. And the number is still increasing, and the luminosity has doubled or tripled.

It was as if the scene of another world completely conquered Rentaro's heart, and he spoke slightly:

"'Huanan Festival'——It turned out to be today..."

"In order to thank the heroes who died in the war of the bowel animals, the Manan Festival has been held since the "Second Kanto Battle". 』

However, the annual "Huanan Festival" is only held on a small scale around the "Returning Flame" monument. In the past ten years, there has never been so much fanfare as this time.

Besides, to make the sky so bright, it takes a huge amount of manpower and balloons to mobilize...Who is it so big?

At this moment, Rentaro's cell phone vibrated.

"Mr. Satomi, it's me."

Rintaro suddenly squeezed the phone firmly.

"Master Shengtianzi... So it was you!"

The Son of Heaven informed Rentaro in a cautious tone.

"Mr. Satomi, those balloons are the hopes, prayers, and will of the citizens of Tokyo to live. You should have seen them too? Winning this battle is the destruction of the bowel animals, and defeating is our destruction. Tokyo The future of the region is entrusted to you. Please go forward bravely, and have the courage not to give up no matter what situation you face!"

Rentaro closed his eyes, then slowly opened them:

"Don't worry. Master Shengtianzi. I will definitely win for you to see."

Rentaro, who had cut off the call, quietly held Yeonju's hand and looked up at the bright world in this special seat.

The warm light, like a lantern, radiates through the paper bag. The orange light clusters cling to and collide with each other, sometimes conflicting, but countless lights still slowly climb up.

The hands that Rentaro and Yanzhu shook were so hard that they were a little painful.

Glancing at her side, Yanzhu also looked up at the sky intently, tears streaming down her face.

Suddenly, a voice that both of them are familiar with came.

"I'm sorry to disturb you. It's just our time next. It just so happens that since there are so many light sources, you can watch it in the special seats."

After Cao Shurui's voice was spread by magic power, it was as if it rang in their ears, scared Rintaro looked around.

However, Yanzhu directly spotted Cao Shurui and the others below through the resonance.

Following Yanzhu's line of sight, Rentaro also looked over.

Standing there were Cao Shurui and Mu Geng. And behind them, there are nearly a thousand heavily armed, obviously cursed sons organized in a queue.

"Yeah, I have to thank Miss Sima for speaking of it. Otherwise, it would take a lot of effort for me to get so many clandestine weapons."

Cao Shurui said, taking another step.

"Tonight, I will let you see it, Rentaro, this final scene is too lonely without an audience."

Following Chunxia's gestures, the teams dispersed separately, finding positions according to their respective responsibilities and output positions.

Looking at the cursed son who was able to cooperate with tacit actions like an army, Rentaro felt a chill rushing into his mind along the soles of his feet.

"You actually trained the cursed son into an army? You have been collecting the cursed son! You..."

"boom!"

Before Rintaro finished speaking, a sniper shell flew past his face.

The children below all looked at him with trash eyes.

Originally, they still have a good impression of this guy because of Yanzhu. After all, everyone's abilities are different, so it's good to be the best.

But now, he actually dared to say that to Cao Shurui, and the children were immediately unwilling.

Having said that, they just warned.

As for Cao Shurui, there was no reaction at all, so he just stood there.

"See clearly, policemen, and the holy emperor, can you see this too? We will teach you a lesson today. Let's see what is the real power."

Cao Shurui spoke casually, and then raised his hand to condense 50% of the magic power in his body into a small blue ball on the tip of the index finger of his right hand.

The shining ball, from the moment it takes shape, exudes a strong sense of oppression.

Even the guy who doesn't know what happened can feel the pressure and threat of death at any time.

"Anyway, I was the system of this world of copycats from the beginning. It doesn't matter if we copy one more, right?"

With that, Cao Shurui pointed his right index finger forward as if pointing at something.

"According to its nature, it should be called Magic Cannon."

With that, Cao Shurui suddenly liberated the shackles.

A thick beam of magical power burst out, everything along the way was illuminated, and the surrounding area of ​​Cao Shurui was as bright as daylight.

All the gastrointestinal animals blocking the path of the beam of light are all turned into powder.

At the end of this beam of light, is a huge monster.

It has a huge body that makes people mistaken for a small mountain. If you really want to say it, it is about the same size as an adult earth dragon in the world of magic bullets.

Long tail. Lying on the ground, the back has a shell resembling an armadillo, and there are eight sturdy short legs like stone pillars, supporting its huge body. Countless tentacles protruded from the cracks in the carapace. Each tentacle operates independently. There are countless small holes on the side of the carapace. I am afraid that the pheromones that control other primitive gut animals are released from there, and flapping the wings stored under the carapace can speed up the spread.

Bi Suwu had no eyes or nose on his face. There is only a huge depression similar to a mouth, and with the sound of sloshing breathing from an endless abyss, green mucus is constantly flowing out of the hole.

In an instant, its big mouth collided with the beam of light head-on.

Under the torrent of magic power, it let out a cry of pain.