"earthquake?"

The shoulder-resistant camera, the head-heavy Masatsuki Iijima was the first to fall.

Murakami beside him only lasted less than two seconds and fell down.

The earth was trembling violently, as if even the sky above the head was about torn apart.

"No! It's not an earthquake! Look over there!"

Murakami, who was almost obedient to the ground, waited for his dry face to see his eyes, and his somewhat withered fingers pointed at the direction of Shinjuku Middle School in front of him.

Shinjuku High School, which was originally level with the ground, is rising from the ground.

The falling stones are constantly lifting up dust.

"Camera! Align it quickly!"

Murakami's voice was intermittent due to the earthquake, just like the rap he loved when he was young.

"I... see if it's broken..."

Masatsuki Iijima briefly checked the camera, and there was only a depression on the outside, without being too obvious damage.

But he had no idea whether there were cracks in the lens and photosensitive originals inside the machine.

Lifting up the camera, the picture in the monitor is quite normal.

From their perspective close to the ground, Shinjuku Middle School, which was rising, was a giant that covered the sky and the sun.

People in front of various screen devices are already numb.

A mere live broadcast has brought them too much shock.

At this moment, even if the entire Japanese archipelago rises to the height of the Himalayas, they will only be slightly surprised.

Iijima Masatsuki's camera is not a wide-angle lens, so it cannot capture the full picture of Shinjuku Middle School.

He could only control the equipment in his hand, sweeping over the surface of Shinjuku Middle School inch by inch. Suddenly he saw something and shouted loudly, "Senior! Look! What is that!"

Murakami looked at the place where the Shinjuku Middle School building seemed to be a drainage pipe.

The metallic drainage pipes were not a problem at first, but after looking carefully, I found...

An object similar to an eye appeared on the metal pipe.

That eye was so abrupt and so inconsistent.

Just when Murakami said he would continue to push the camera closer and give a close-up.

suddenly!

The entire drainage pipe was like a plant full of flower buds, suddenly blooming together.

The dense eyes covered the metal surface of the drainage pipes, and the crowded eyeballs did not even have room for rotation.

He was stunned, like a dead fish's eyes, shining with a strange light.

this!

this!

this!

An indescribable tremor swept across Iishima Masatsuki's body.

The camera fell to the ground again.

The gloomy wind blew across the pale sky.

What is this...the hell!

Murakami did not continue to urge him to pick up the camera again this time.

Although he did not have general numbness, his mouth opened slightly, and saliva of unknown significance flowed out.

His eyes were dull and he looked very in a very bad state.

"Ahhhh!"

The driver in the satellite live broadcast car stepped on the accelerator in horror, and no longer remembered the turn, and directly hit the rising Shinjuku Middle School.

The dead fish eyes on the drainage pipe suddenly came alive and looked at the place where the satellite live broadcast vehicle hit.

A huge leg grew out of it,

A luster that is far more brilliant than metal forms the bones.

The light yellow liquid becomes blood.

Layer after layer of red muscle grows slowly and orderly.

After several legs were grown, Shinjuku Middle School stood up.

—————

The sudden interruption of the live broadcast signal made many people feel uncomfortable.

"Does the satellite image over Japan be called?"

"yes!"

"yes!"

"yes!"

Multiple organizations in multiple regions have all chosen the same solution.

Several satellite light sensing equipment were aimed at Shinjuku Middle School in Shinjuku District, Tokyo.

Tokugawa Keisuke stared blankly at the building complex that suddenly stood up in front of him.

His mind was blank at this moment.

However, the changes in Shinjuku Middle School have not stopped yet.

Both arms are being generated.

The powerful and powerful arm picked up Seto Hideaki, who was parasitized by more than a hundred monsters, who originally looked extremely tall but now could only be regarded as a figure toy.

“Detection of human ingredients…”

"The human component is less than 10%..."

"Non-human!Non-human!"

“Does it be eliminated?”

"wipe out."

The two powerful big hands clamped the arms that had already changed and were not as mutated as humans.

A huge force is exerted on these two arms.

Tear!

Tear open!

What was pouring out was not red blood, but a green liquid.

Absolute power brings absolute shock!

At the last moment of life's passing, Seto Hideaki's eyes returned to clearness.

"Is this...the power of biological science?"

He closed his eyes happily.

"teacher……"

The young man in a white coat who was observing from a distance, when he saw this scene, he stretched out his hand to grab the tutor, but only the air was grasping.

She collapsed on the ground, tears silently slid down the arc of her face, forming two streams of water that soaked her trouser legs.

The wind stopped.

The tremor of the earth was over.

When Tokugawa Keisuke stood in front of Shinjuku Middle School, he was like an extremely small ant.

"Is this your strength?"

He looked at the huge body and clenched his fists, "I must defeat you."

After the host dies, parasites fall one after another.

They lost their strong will to the host, as if they were born to be attracted by the Shinjuku Middle School standing there.

"Monster Element Recycled: 0.000650%;"

Visual nerve: 600%;

Auditory nerve: 551%.

...
To be continued...