When Akira Sakurai woke up, she found herself leaning against the glass window. In front of her was a pair of eyes that seemed to be talking, smiling but not smiling, with a touch of crimson eye shadow on the corners of her eyes.
The sky-high flames in the distance illuminated the cockpit of the Ferris wheel, and they were in the cockpit of the Ferris wheel in mid-air.
"wake up?"
"...Well, how long have I slept?" Sakurai Akira shook his head, woke up from the haze, and regained consciousness.
"It's only been an hour. I saw that you were so sleepy that I couldn't bear to wake you up." Mako turned his head and looked outside the cockpit, "But if you want to fall asleep again, I can only hold you and run away."
Already."
Sakurai Akira followed her gaze and his eyes darkened.
The Tokyo Bay port area not far away has been turned into ruins. The 10,000-ton ship was swept by the unprecedented tsunami and cracked the breakwater. Houses were lifted up in pieces, the cross-sea bridge collapsed, and tens of thousands of containers were submerged under the tide.
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They are now on the "Diamond and Flower Ferris Wheel" in Linhai Park. Looking down, they can see that the seawater has flooded the Linhai Park.
"The coordinates given by your Excellency are correct. This is the third door."
Akira Sakurai stood up, smashed the reinforced glass of the cockpit with one punch, and leaned out.
Heavy rains far exceeding those in the past are eroding the city's waterproofing system, which is already on the verge of collapse. Waiting for the tsunami to push inland, the city's waterproofing system will completely collapse. The original high-rise buildings will stand in the sea, and Tokyo will be destroyed.
The sea submerged and became the second Atlantis.
But that's not the scariest thing.
The most terrifying thing is that the "god" who controls this celestial and earthly change is awakening!
After waking up from what seemed like a dream world, Sakurai Akira had to carefully think about the "bet" that adults talked about.
That seems to be the prerequisite for adults to wake up.
"Mingjun..." Mako's voice suddenly became solemn, "If the reinforcements you mentioned don't come again, even if you get the full version of Yamata again, it will be nothing more than a mantis."
Sakurai Ming came back to his senses. Before he could say the words "What's wrong?", thunder filled his ears.
He couldn't believe his eyes and ears, because as Zhenzi said, it was a real catastrophe, a catastrophe that was unstoppable by human power.
The roar came from afar. At the junction of the sky and the sea, a hundred-meter-high water wall made a thunderous sound while advancing, advancing towards Tokyo Bay with a devastating attitude!
"The second wave has already reached the 100-meter level." Mako murmured, "If this wave is allowed to reach the port, at least a quarter of the city will be submerged in a short period of time."
Sakurai Mingse said: "This is not something we can stop. This is not within our authority."
He also carries a serum given to him by his master before leaving, but even if he activates the full version of Baqi and obtains a body comparable to the first generation, he will not be able to defeat this level of natural disaster.
Only the true Dragon King-level "power" can resolve this crisis.
Mako took a deep breath: "Let's think about the best. Once this place is submerged by the sea, when the third door opens, the Kari who comes out of it will fall into the sea water. Speaking of which, can Kari swim?"
Sakurai Akira smiled bitterly, this joke is really nothing. How could the blood of the Dragon Clan not be watery?
"My lord said that foreign aid will arrive, let's look forward to it." Akira Sakurai climbed out of the window and stood at the top of the cockpit.
The Ferris wheel had stopped running long ago and was swaying in the wind and rain. The seaside park below was completely submerged by the intruding seawater, and there was no place to stay.
If the third door opens and the hunter comes out, it will be another underwater battle.
Akira Sakurai glanced below, searching for any favorable conditions that might increase the chance of winning the war.
Mako grabbed the window edge with both hands, leaned out, looked at the second huge wave approaching quickly in the distance, and curled his lips and said: "When this war is over, I won't want to go surfing for at least a year."
"By the way! Ming-kun, are you planning to confess your love to Mr. Nami when the war is over?" Mako suddenly turned over and leaned against the window edge, looking up at Sakurai Akira above the cockpit, which was interesting.
"...Is now the time to talk about this kind of thing?" Akira Sakurai felt helpless.
"If you don't say it now, you may not have a chance in the future." Miyamoto Mako said with a straight face, then sighed, "Mingjun, I remember that you have liked Teacher Nami since you were in junior high school, right? Why do you keep talking until now?
No confession?"
Sakurai Akira was stunned and blurted out: "How do you know?"
Miyamoto Mako ignored him and said to himself: "The big boy who has secretly liked his teacher for nearly ten years embarked on a cruel battlefield. Before leaving, he determined to have the courage to confess his love to his beloved teacher as long as he came back alive, but war is always
Impermanence, at the last moment of his life, the boy lay in a pool of blood and stared blankly at the sky. The rain fell into his gradually dull eyes, reflecting the beautiful fantasy hidden in his heart... Mingjun, what do you think of this script?
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Sakurai Akira: "..."
He rubbed his temples with a headache.
"It's written like this in the comics." Miyamoto Mako innocently stuck out her tongue.
"Don't be cute." Sakurai Akira sighed, "You are almost 20 years old, and you still stick out your tongue."
"Twenty makes me offend you?" Miyamoto Mako's eyes widened, and she clenched her fists on her chest, "There is no conflict between being cute and age. You are biased. As long as you are cute, the age barrier can be easily broken through!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Akira Sakurai answered perfunctorily. He was still wondering why Mako knew that he had been secretly in love with Teacher Nami since junior high school.
"Are you going to confess your love this time when you go back?" Miyamoto Mako suddenly asked.
"...I guess?" Sakurai Akira scratched his head, "You have to try, although I also know that the success rate is very low."
"You have such confidence to confess, there is no chance of success, right?" Miyamoto Mako held her chin with both hands, the rumbling tsunami was approaching the city, but her eyes went beyond the tsunami, as if falling on the "future"
"In the situation.
The girl clasped her hands together in front of her lips like a prayer, and her sigh drifted far away along the sea breeze.
"Mingjun, boys should be more confident. If even the person confessing is timid and unconfident, the person being confessed will also hesitate." The girl said earnestly.
"...Speaking of which, why should I be taught a lesson by you in this regard?"
"Ah?" the girl stuck out her tongue, "If there are three of us, we must have my teacher!"
The brief banter came to an end, but the tense atmosphere did not dissipate. Instead, it accumulated as the waves got closer and closer.
God is awakening, the sea breeze is filled with a shuddering breath, and God's shadow has enveloped the city.
Sakurai Akira stood in the fierce sea rain and wind, his eyes fixed on the 100-meter-level wave coming from the distance.
Hurry up... Hurry up... Reinforcements will arrive soon!
We cannot let tsunamis like this continue to enter the city!
"Mingjun... you must live."
The air was getting colder and colder, and the oncoming fierce sea and rainy wind made the whole of Tokyo tremble, and even the girl's murmur was swallowed up by the wind and rain.
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The time is right now.
Tokyo's weather bureau has long been plunged into complete chaos.
Geological disasters and celestial changes unprecedented in hundreds of years swept across Tokyo in just one hour.
The printer kept spitting out recording paper like a convulsion, and chief scientist Miyamoto Ze frantically pulled it over to look at it. The astonishing curve at the top of the recording paper exceeded the effective range, which proved that all the instruments and equipment they installed on the offshore seabed had lost control.
The power of the tide.
The first person to discover the tsunami was an American spy satellite. This spy satellite was used to monitor Japan and neighboring countries. The Japanese government had protested many times, but in the end it was useless. But this time the satellite sent
Information concerning the life and death of Tokyo - The volcanic belt off the coast is erupting with alarming intensity, and a tsunami shock wave that has never been observed before is advancing towards Tokyo!
It was a 100-meter-high wave, like an army attacking the Japanese capital, destroying all the buoys and monitoring instruments set up by the Meteorological Bureau along the way. Therefore, the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau was unaware of the coming crisis.
In fact, more than ten minutes ago, Miyamoto Sawa was drinking coffee with others to discuss the recent bizarre climate change.
In the face of such a 100-meter-level tsunami, the breakwater near Tokyo Bay is useless and of no use at all.
Once the tsunami officially enters the city, the tidal peak will push inland at a high speed of at least 80 kilometers per hour, and the city will be soaked in seawater in a short period of time.
Along with the tsunami, there were strong winds of level 12 and heavy rain.
This heavy rain exceeded 100 millimeters of rainfall in just ten minutes, which is the amount of rainfall in a whole year in many rainy cities.
"Dr. Miyamoto! Dr. Miyamoto! The Prime Minister's residence called and asked the Meteorological Bureau to explain why there is no forecast? Why is there no forecast?" the young operator shouted while holding the phone.
Miyamoto Ze pushed him away and had no time to pay attention to the call from the Prime Minister's residence.
He rushed up to the terrace in a few steps. The sea water had reached the downstairs of the Meteorological Bureau. The entire first floor was submerged. The surrounding high-rise buildings were also standing in the sea. Miyamoto Ze stared at the west, as if there were
Hidden in the clouds is his mortal enemy.
Another loud noise came from the western sky, as if a huge cannon with a diameter of several kilometers was fired. After a few seconds, the western sky turned fiery red.
"Mount Fuji...has erupted!" A subordinate rushed to the terrace and shouted, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he knew what Miyamotozawa was waiting for. The firelight erupting from Mount Fuji could be seen by everyone in Tokyo.
That is indeed Miyamoto Sawa's mortal enemy, and also the mortal enemy of all meteorological experts and geological experts in Japan.
The eruption of this volcano named Mount Fuji is enough to show that the magma deep in the earth's crust has completely boiled. Offshore volcanoes and land volcanoes are connected deep in the earth's crust.
"The shock wave is approaching Tokyo! 10, 9, 8, 7..." The colleague responsible for monitoring the shock wave shouted the countdown.
Immediately afterwards, an earthquake wave with an intensity of up to eight swept across quickly, knocking everyone in the room to the ground. The operator hit the corner, his head was bruised and bleeding, and he grabbed the microphone and shouted "Moses, Moses, Moses."
Miyamoto Ze grabbed his collar, grabbed the microphone and put it to his ear: "Mr. Prime Minister, any explanation at this point is useless. We have no way to prevent this disaster. Listen! There will be no forecast, nor
There is no solution! Just one suggestion——"
He took a deep breath and said, "Run for your life! If you can't escape, stand as high as possible and pray. Pray that someone will stand up and save this city and this country!"
He hung up the phone directly, looked around, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, run for your lives! It's useless for you to stay! I'm calling everyone along the road to go to the open highlands. There's only so much you can do! Go, go, go!"
With three "scroll" sounds in a row, the dragon-tiger-like authority subdued everyone.
Under his stern gaze, the group of guys who were unwilling to escape because of their dignity as scientists began to move, and soon only Miyamoto Ze was left in the huge office.
He sat expressionlessly at the console and began recording the final data and sending disaster alerts.
As Miyamoto Shio's uncle, he knew exactly what was going on. If his guess was correct, Shio's plan on the Tamagawa River might have failed.
No one can stop the awakening of God. Human beings cannot fight against such aloof things. The only ones who can step onto the battlefield are hybrids like them.
But Miyamoto Ze didn't know what else he could do at this moment.
All he can do seems to be to pray, praying that everyone can really lead the family to cut off the god's head.
At this time, can anyone really save the city?
The sound of helicopter rotors came from above the building.
Miyamoto Ze looked up subconsciously. Who would come to the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau at this time?
A few minutes later, a group of sleepy-eyed guys walked into the lobby of the Meteorological Bureau carrying heavy equipment boxes. At first glance, these guys seemed a bit wretched, but upon closer inspection, they could be said to be perverts. They collectively wore rubber boots and white protective clothing.
Suit and wear a gas mask.
The school badges pinned to their chests illustrate their identities.
They were talking quietly as they walked.
"This old thief, the principal, has something up his sleeve. There are so many helicopters, how about we find an opportunity to sneak them in?"
"Where you want to go, old Bidden can't think of it? Do you believe that in the blink of an eye, that old guy used a machine gun to blow up all the helicopters?"
"My Healing Game"
"Hey, there's no need to blow it up. I noticed it on the plane. The fuel depots are so half damaged that it's not enough to even get to the nearest gas station, let alone leaving Tokyo."
"Here... we collect all the oil and add it to a helicopter. Do you think it's a good idea?"
"There is a fart scene. How many people can fit in a helicopter? We will die together, thank you."
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Miyamoto Ze suddenly stood up in shock. This equipment, this school badge, and such incomprehensible remarks...
Are they senior (changed) people (states) from the equipment department of the college headquarters?
I have long heard that this group of psychopaths will be fully armed when they come into contact with outsiders. They have obviously restrained themselves a lot today. It is obviously due to the poor conditions on the ground, otherwise they are not wearing gas masks, but breathing masks and oxygen tanks.
Miyamoto Ze hurriedly stood up and responded, but these guys ignored him at all. They found a desk by themselves, opened the equipment box, and started assembling a personal computer.
The Meteorological Bureau was once again filled with people, and expert teams from Kassel College, the Equipment Department, and Walter Alheim officially took over.
At this time, the two principals walked in. The leading old man was in a straight suit and walked like a tiger. The one behind him was a little crotchless and had a beer belly. He was wearing a sloppy denim shirt and shiny jeans.
"Your Excellency, Vice President, I didn't expect you to be here too!" Miyamoto Ze bowed deeply and said excitedly.
"You know me, have you taken my class?" The vice-principal raised his eyebrows, surprised that he could have loyal fans in a foreign country.
Look, both the principal and vice-principal are here, but the first one to greet is the vice-principal. What does this mean? Compared with the principal who has lost the support of the people, the vice-principal is the hope of the college!
He should have been in charge long ago!
"I took your physical education class." Miyamoto Ze said cautiously.
The vice-principal has not held formal classes for many years, except for physical education classes, especially swimming classes.
There is a saying in the school that the vice-principal may miss the principal's funeral and wedding, but he will never miss any swimming test.
"Oh." The vice-principal scratched his head, "You are indeed my student. At this time, you did not choose to take refuge but stayed here to hold on."
"Even if Tokyo is going to sink tonight, as scientists, we still have reason to stick here and leave first-hand data for mankind!" Miyamoto Ze said firmly.
"There is no need to keep any data. Don't worry, Tokyo will not sink." The vice-principal said confidently, "Because we are already here!"
Hearing this, Miyamoto Ze felt happy. He had long heard that the vice-principal's motto was "A gentleman does not stand behind dangerous walls." Now it seems that the college headquarters has been well prepared.
The power of the academy arrived in Tokyo in a matter of seconds. As Kaguya lifted the firewall and EVA fully connected to Tokyo, surging data flows were shuttled through the Internet in Tokyo.
At this moment, a group of sturdy men came up carrying boxes of beer, cola and snacks.
The lunatics in the equipment department took Coca-Cola beer, broke through the firewall of the Meteorological Bureau, and connected their personal computers to the internal system of the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau.
At the same time, EVA officially defeated Princess Kaguya and began to fully connect to Tokyo. Turbulent data flows were shuttled through the Internet in Tokyo.
The expert team quickly showed their combat effectiveness. Fifteen minutes later, they had completed the blockade of Tokyo, controlled the "Iron Dome Temple", and managed all transportation hubs in the city.
The same city can achieve 100% efficiency under the management of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government, and the efficiency increases to 200% under the control of EVA and the Equipment Department.
Under such harsh weather conditions, the Equipment Department actually opened the airport and allowed flights to depart.
"Are you bastards serious?" the vice-principal cursed and began to give technical instructions. "Flights are allowed to leave the port at this time. Are you sure you won't be struck down by lightning?"
"Okay, okay, you'll die if you stay here, and you'll die if you get hit by lightning, so why not give it a try." Researcher A wrote lightly, not caring at all about the life or death of Japanese netizens.
"The power of the drainage system has been increased to the limit. The water levels in all reservoirs are exceeding the standard. The total water storage volume has exceeded one billion cubic meters and continues to rise." Researcher B is willing to die for his beloved shrimp crackers.
I took off my gas mask and informed everyone of this important news.
"You bastard! Haven't we reached the limit? What should we do if the water level continues to rise?" The vice principal drank tequila and shouted angrily, "Think of a way!"
"Aren't limits meant to be broken? Tonight is a good time to test how many times Tokyo's drainage system can exceed its limits." Researcher C shrugged.
"Very good! The moment has come to test the will of the Japanese people!" the vice-principal raised his glass and shouted, "Do your best to keep the water level stable!"
After that, he turned around and pulled Ange over, muttering in a low voice: "The situation is more difficult than we thought. God is awakening at a faster pace, as if something is stimulating it. I suspect that it has complete self-will.
Currently, we are actively trying to destroy Tokyo and repeat the sinking of Takamagahara.”
"It sounds like it can't get any worse." Ange said calmly.
"Well, you think we should get the remaining oil from the helicopter into a lump and then make it disappear?" the vice-principal suggested in a friendly way.
Ange muttered: "You said it was a step too late."
"ha?"
"I just asked Uesugi to go and cut off our retreat." Angers shrugged.