When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

Yong Ye, who was lying on the ground, looked at the bright half moon that reappeared in the sky, and he muttered to himself, as if he was talking to himself.

He really didn't understand himself, when did he become a man who would do such a stupid thing. To risk your life for this kind of thing in this kind of time, isn't that... not my style, is it? At least not at first.

At the very beginning, he was so overwhelmed that he couldn't even save his own life. How could he do such a thing that didn't endanger his own life, but interfered with it?

So why do you change yourself? It seems that he has never considered this kind of question because he has no time? Or is it unnecessary?

No... No matter how you think about it, it doesn't make any sense to him now.

Yong Ye forced himself to turn over, put one hand on the opening of his chest, and supported the ground with the other, trying to stand up, now... Even if he defeated that incomplete angel, it doesn't mean that With the complete end of the battle, he couldn't just lie down and rest like this.

The injury is very serious, and there is basically no need to save it. Anyway, he will definitely die, and another person can be sent to the morgue now, but this level is already very used to him, so it can be regarded as insignificant to him personally. .

So he didn't care about this issue. After all, it is impossible to completely shed blood, and as long as he didn't die on the spot, as long as he didn't get hurt, he wouldn't die, unless it took a long time to starve to death.

Now he doesn't care about injuries or anything. What he really cares about and worries about is... this is the enemy camp, and now he and Aleister are no different from having a falling out, although he actually has Backhand...

Blood flowed non-stop from the wound on his chest, but he didn't have time to pay attention to this problem at all. Yong Ye used the march of the dead to support his body, and barely stood up staggeringly.

The color of the sky had already turned back to the blackness of the sea in the dark night, and the semicircular first quarter moon did not shine very brightly.

In this industrial area quite far from the city center, the street lamps have long been damaged by the aftermath of the battle, and the surrounding area is filled with darkness, and Yong Ye's figure seems to be so small that it is about to melt into the darkness.

In the silent darkness, the surroundings were so quiet that one's eardrums hurt, but at the next moment... suddenly!

…his cell phone rang.

The military mobile phone that was lucky enough not to be damaged in the battle rang out of nowhere, and the dry and boring electronic sound echoed in this ravaged land.

"...At this time, who will it be?"

Some wondered why the phone would ring at this time, but Yong Ye still marched with one hand on the dead man, and took out the phone with the other.

"—Long time no see, huh, Mr. Knight of the Russian adult religion, how is your health?"

"...Aleister? Do you want to start a war?"

Some accidents turned out to be Aleister's call, but Yong Ye also became a little relieved, it seems that now his backup can be used.

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid, the creation of human clones is in violation of international law, and it is absurd to use it to create 20,000 clones and kill them, as well as all kinds of human experiments in Academy City that are also devoid of humanity. Absolutely, as long as this kind of information is leaked to the outside world, the forces that are usually hostile to Academy City and the forces on the magical side will surely use this to attack Academy City, right?"

"Is that what you think?"

Aleister's voice didn't sound up and down, as if he didn't care.

"...I have passed on the information about the various experiments in Academy City to Bishop Richard Jameldridge. Even if you want to keep me here, it doesn't make sense. In other words, if I lose contact, he will All of this will be announced, including... Academy City's scientific angels who have restrained magic."

"If I wanted to, you wouldn't have the opportunity to reveal the existence of the angel."

"No, you are wrong. My spell 'Mind Link' has already shared my vision and hearing with the bishop. What I see and hear, he also sees and hears."

"It's just a bluff, do you think I'll believe it?"

"Whether it is true or not, you can try it."

"..."

Is it true or false? Aleister is not very sure, maybe it really exists. After all, Yong Ye was able to use unknown spells before, reversed time and revived Misaka 9982. This kind of thing can also be done... that is to say, it is called It is not impossible for the "mind link" technique to exist.

Of course, the so-called "spiritual link" technique really exists. You must know that human beings have a holy sword that can not only allow a specific group of people to share hearing and vision, but also share the vitality of multiple people. string together.

It's just that Yongye didn't use that kind of technique, and that kind of thing is also useful in fighting side by side, which is equivalent to filling the gap in perception, with a few more eyes and ears. Ordinary people can't stand this kind of technique, but quasi-heroes But it can increase the combat effectiveness geometrically, but how can this kind of thing be used all the time under normal circumstances? Unless he is really a spy behind enemy lines.

Of course... Aleister didn't know the real situation of Yong Ye, and the specific situation was too little to figure out because of too little information. He didn't speak in the glass pillar, and a voice that couldn't be distinguished by gender came out of it.

"None of that matters."

"...doesn't matter?"

"However, we can talk."

To be honest, Aleister didn't really care about the steps that were disrupted by Yongye. From the current point of view, although some people died, the important thing is still there, so there is no problem. It is just a little earlier and exposed, but This is not a big problem, and there are still some plans left to implement.

You know... he has a lot of spies in this academy city, the most famous is the multi-faceted spy named Tsuchimikado Motoharu who knows a lot of information. It doesn't matter if there is one more spy. Men Yuanchun also knew, but as long as he didn't know the truth, there would be no problem, and it was impossible to hide the dispatch of such a big angel.

But Feng Zhan Binghua is not the real trump card, and being exposed as a false target is also an option.

At such a time, it may be a good strategy to divert attention and deceive others by acting cautiously and convincing others that Feng Zhan Binghua is the final trump card.

Aleister, who was soaked in the nutrient solution, was poured out, and he looked up at the bottom of himself. The newly installed outside of the container, like himself, had become a three-section Accelerator in the nutrient solution, and once again showed his smile.

The conclusion of the conversation is that there is no conclusion.

To maintain the status quo for the time being, Yong Ye cannot leak the matter of artificial angels, and propose some exchange conditions, block the previously obtained information, carry out in-depth cooperation with Chengjiao, and so on.

Just dragging his seriously injured body like this, he insisted on chatting with Aleister for a while. After the call ended, he finally stood up, and he almost fell down after a staggering march without a dead man.

"Ha ha……"

The breath leaking out of his mouth was short and chaotic. It seemed that he had accumulated more fatigue than he imagined. He let his damaged lungs pant, and the fatigue from the tense nerves burst up all at once. Undoubtedly, he won another round A battle of life and death.

Feeling that his body couldn't last anymore, he half-opened his eyelids, listening to the fast heartbeat casually.

Keep fighting, keep winning, and if you fail, you will face death.

But it's not that he hasn't failed before, it's just that he runs so fast that the enemy can't catch up, which doesn't seem to be anything to be proud of...

The so-called remaining life after a hundred battles is nothing more than that, consisting of many victories and a few defeats, and complete failure is death.

Having experienced victories, experienced failures, and brushed shoulders with death countless times, Yong Ye felt that he had almost forgotten the fear of death, but until now he still couldn't die.

Although he can't be sure, nor can he guess where he will die, and who will kill him... I hope that time will come later, if possible, wait for him to finish his work...

"Let's go back……"

Thinking of this, when the wounded and scarred voices gradually dissipated in the darkness, Yong Ye, who temporarily lacked the strength to meditate and recover himself, dragged his body and walked towards the periphery of the industrial area.

Multiple tea-haired girls searched in the vast ruins, and it didn't take long before they met Yong Ye who was walking unsteadily, but before them, there was a girl who was charged with electricity and accelerated by electromagnetic force to run fast. , when he noticed Yong Ye, he told Mercedes-Benz to come from a distance, and almost didn't stop his body and bumped into Yong Ye.

Standing in front of Yong Ye was indeed Yong Ye, which filled the girl's chest with a huge sense of peace of mind. She raised her eyes to look at Yong Ye, almost crying, but when she paid attention to Yong Ye's gray and embarrassed face, She wanted to say a lot, but she was speechless.

She couldn't help, so she could only obediently take her "sister" away, but when she regained her senses and fought, she became unbelievably unable to intervene. This made her feel guilty towards Yong Ye, and the guilt she felt when she was unable to intervene , haunting my heart again at this time.

"There's no problem... For an injury of this degree, you just need to rest for a while."

Obviously the one who got hurt was Yong Ye, but for some reason he was the one who comforted others. Yong Ye was so used to this kind of thing that he could blurt it out almost instinctively. Although... this habit became an instinctive thing, he himself did not will feel happy.