Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

"Team 2, take the elevator to the 150-meter-high observation deck, pick up the members of the first team and evacuate Tokyo Tower."

In the watchtower, Yabuki Sakura, as the frontline commander, was facing off against Kazama Ruri while using a headset to conduct commands.

The elite troops of the eight Sheqi families entered the tower for two reasons.

1. Confirm the presence of explosives, traps, etc.

Second, if there are combat troops from the Fierce Ghosts, they will be responsible for exchanging fire with them.

But at this time, it was confirmed that there were no other members of the Fierce Demons in Tokyo Tower, only the super hybrid King General and Kazama Ruri, so the meaning of their stay here was gone.

The only ones who can deal with super hybrids are super hybrids. Even a killer as good as Yabuki Sakura is only barely qualified to intervene in their battle. The greater strategic significance is to stay in the tower to provide additional assistance for certain special situations.

For example.

"I finally left. I was worried that she would be so stubborn that she was unwilling to take risks. Really, I am just a poor person who works for a salary and is being manipulated. Why did Fujimaru-san target me to this extent? ?" the man said softly. His words were resentful, not like he was complaining about his enemy's stubbornness, but more like a housewife complaining that her husband came home late.

There's no way around it, probably because the man's makeup is too girly. If he wears a revealing cosplay costume, it will go viral on the chat forum. He is so soft, charming, and pretty.

"Your name is Yabuki Sakura, right?"

The man turned back and smiled implicitly, but the implicitness may just be his self-perception. To outsiders, it looked like an ancient bridge girl wearing heavy makeup and wearing a bloody red dress and smiling happily.

It was very coquettish and beautiful, but Yabuki Sakura had no intention of appreciating it, and she didn't even intend to answer.

Kazama Liuli wasn't annoyed either, he just showed his usual expression and watched quietly with a slight smile.

Of course it’s not about appreciating a beautiful woman’s face.

Although Yabuki Sakura has a beauty that is not inferior to Sakurai Kogure, Kazama Ruri is not very interested in such things. He prefers to look at himself in the mirror.

So what he was looking at were the butterflies flying in front of him. They were not metaphors for beauty, but there were real silver butterflies falling from the sky, flying over Yabuki Sakura's shoulders, and floating in the huge observation tower.

Even Fengjian Liuli had only just seen the butterflies making no sound, but at some point they had spread and suspended around the special observation tower. They were not flying, but spinning slowly.

Because it was not a real butterfly, but a small silver blade, the edge of which was coated with dangerous poison.

Sakura's word spirit is [Yinliu], which is not a powerful word spirit.

But just like there are no weak substitute abilities, only weak substitute messengers, Yabuki Sakura has developed her simple abilities to a point that probably no one can match. She precisely controls the airflow, and the wind holds up these delicate blades. The heaviest among them is only over 30 grams, but the nano-treated blade is enough to cut open the enemy's body.

It was her domain, where deadly swarms of butterflies silently controlled the battlefield.

"You don't like talking, you only like action, right? I can't imagine how you get along with Fujimaru-san."

Even though he was surrounded by butterflies, Fengjian Liuli didn't panic at all. He even raised his fingers and reached forward, as if he was playing with real butterflies, as if the silver butterfly didn't have enough venom to kill several adult men.

"No need to worry about it."

Yabuki Sakura responded coldly, taking the flying butterfly back some distance, forming a circle around Kazama Ruri, but did not step forward.

"Hey, you are willing to talk when it comes to Fujimaru Ritsuka? By the way - why don't you attack?"

Ruri Kazama's mental state is very bad. Most of the time, he is just a lunatic on the stage who throws himself into the fire and dances wantonly just to win the emotional ups and downs of the audience. But as the contact with Fujimaru Ritsuka deepens, , the more he seems to return to normal.

So he raised his eyebrows at this moment, and seemed to enjoy the feeling of verbally suppressing the other party more than the murder weapon beside him. Perhaps it was because he was being slapped and slapped on the mouth by someone recently, which gave him a sense of release at this moment.

".I never thought about attacking you, these are just props for self-protection." Yabuki Sakura paused, ignoring the knife hidden in the man's words, and explained.

"Presumably, the Dragon King, who is so fierce and demonic, wouldn't care about the little tricks of a killer like me, right?"

"Yeah" Kazama Liuli pondered for a moment. "That doesn't matter, but you are so rigid in what you say and do. You are really a very uninteresting woman."

He tilted his head, pretending to be doubtful.

"——Can you really satisfy Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

"."

This person has been very annoying since just now.

The expression on Yabuki Sakura's face did not change even one centimeter, but she did not intend to answer this question. She just turned on the headset to ensure the progress of the second team's mission.

Just the fist at his side was clenched a little unconsciously.

*

There was the friction sound of the elevator rope stretching, and the sound of fine shavings from the iron box rubbing against its edges. Fujimaru Ritsuka put his hand in his pocket and held the corner tightly. Although his body was still relaxed, his eyes were shining brightly in the darkness.

She stood in front of the window and watched the raindrops hitting the window, splashing the transparent flowers and scattering in all directions. The untimely red coat was so abrupt in the elevator. There was no exciting latest technology in it, it was just a shopping street celebrating the New Year. Discounted styles.

No matter how good the armor is, it is not as good as the body of a top hybrid, so it is meaningless.

Behind the raindrops is the night view of Tokyo, and there is also the shadow of the girl herself. Those brightly lit buildings stood in the rainy night, like huge stone monuments inlaid with gems. The city looked as grand as the ancient Roman city, but even more brilliant.

She has seen the splendid and profound civilizations of ancient times, wandered on the vast ocean, fought against the world-renowned knights, and defeated the Mother Goddess who created the world head-on.

She clearly had such brilliant results, but she couldn't let go of the "simple" battle that followed.

All the reliable heroic spirits around him disappeared, leaving behind only his weak and powerless self.

It is clear that the crisis of annihilation is approaching, but instead of leading his partners to defeat evil, he is fighting with a group of warriors who are supposed to be like-minded.

Defeating foreign enemies is easy, but this kind of dirty internal fighting is not what Fujimaru Ritsuka is good at.

She had been stabbed in the back so many times.

——Looking carefully, this is not a situation that Fujimaru Ritsuka can overcome alone.

In the beginning, on that neon night in Tokyo, the girl and her Genji boss talked freely about the "beautiful" childhood.

It was a cruel, slightly mysterious, cold nightmare that made people want to escape.

Yuan Zhisheng buried everything that happened deep in his heart, but was dug out by a girl he had known for only a few days, a monster, and someone of his own kind, forcing him to recall everything in the past.

He was relieved and waved goodbye, vowing to kill the last evil ghost among the fierce ghosts, open up a new era, and break the chains of generations.

The girl who finished listening to the story fell into darkness on behalf of the young man.

She saw too much from this contradictory story.

The Menggui Zhong and the Sheqi Eight Families literally have the same origin.

There is a crisis of confidence that neither the enemy nor we can rely on.

There are no clues yet, and the identity of [Existence X] is unknown.

It was a mystery that a man with a monster's heart and an extremely cold psychology began to create a long time ago.

Fengjian Liuli, Yuan Zhisheng, the eight Sheqi families, the fierce ghosts, all of them danced like chess pieces in that person's hand.

And now, I was forced to step into the center of the spider web that had covered Tokyo.

From beginning to end, this trip to the radio tower was not the final blow of the Sheqi family against the fierce ghosts, nor was it a desperate counterattack by the fierce ghosts.

It is a signal that the chess player behind the scenes is about to make a move.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was in a completely passive situation.

What on earth is she going to do to win the only candle of victory in the chaos of this desperate situation?

As heavy rain falls in Tokyo, inside Tokyo Tower, which still symbolizes Japan's highest peak, she will get the answer.

In the end, is it to fulfill her promise and get back the heads of the fierce ghost kings and generals, or...

Ding.

The moment the elevator arrived, a preset sound sounded overhead.

Two hundred meters above the sky, there is a special observation deck.

She has arrived.

The moment the girl stepped out of the elevator, the LED screen of the elevator behind her suddenly lost its color, and there was a dull sound of gears closing inside the car, and then it fell silent.

The girl looked back nonchalantly and quickly came to a conclusion.

It was obvious that General Wang had cut off the power to the elevator.

This is his territory, and he has been preparing for it for a longer time. It is not difficult to understand this level of control.

But what is certain is -

Next, this special watchtower will turn into an absolute cage, like a circular Colosseum sunk into a basin.

No one can escape from here.

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