"I hope you can keep up this momentum for a while." The bee-eater seemed to sigh, "You seem to be looking for the Misaka sisters for a while, what's the reason?" ”

"Hmm."

Mikoto Misaka looked at the softness of the bee-eating prayer compared to usual, and also lost the interest of the mouth.

The bee-eater is also worried about the outcome of the battle at the moment.

She thought for a moment and whispered, "If the Misaka sisters are willing to help me, I will definitely win." ”

"Huh?" The bee-eater's eyes lit up slightly.

"Misaka Network." Mikoto Misaka simply said, "The brainwave frequency of Misaka's sisters is the same as mine, and if I can use the power of Misaka's network, I may be temporarily promoted to LV6." ”

"I see, no wonder ......" Bee Eater Cao Qi's eyes showed a hint of sudden realization, then turned around and waved his hand, "I'll try it, but don't get too hopeful, even if you find it, it may not be too late, and there is ...... Even if you lose, don't be beaten to tears. ”

"You guy!"

Mikoto Misaka clenched her fists, and the electricity crackled, but she had a strange feeling in her heart.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

She always felt that there was something different about the bee-eating exercises.

The eyes and temperament seem to be even more incomprehensible.

But it's originally a guy with a bad personality.,It's normal to not be able to see through.。

Mikoto Misaka didn't have the heart to think about the bee-eating prayer anymore, she sat back on the sofa, let her muscles relax completely, and tried to adjust.

"Jingle bell—"

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Mom?" Mikoto Misaka took the phone in a bit of a hurry, pretending that it was okay, "Hey, Mom." ”

"Mai Trin, I'm here to cheer you on!" A mature and cheerful voice came from the phone, "It's a shame that I can't come to the scene to cheer, but I've been in front of the TV for a long time. ”

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't have to look at it." Mikoto Misaka was even more nervous.

"Hey, are you starting to get nervous now?" Mirei Misaka laughed.

“......”

Mikoto Misaka bit her lip lightly, but did not reply.

How could she not be nervous.

Even if he fights, he still fights under the eyes of the whole world, even his own parents.

"Sure enough." Misaka Mirei's relaxed tone was slightly restrained and became softer, "Mikoto has been a very strong person since she was a child, and she always wants to be better than everyone else, but ah, it's very tiring to be the first, so it doesn't matter if you lose, just have a good time." ”

"I, I know, okay, bi, the game is about to start, hang." Mikoto Misaka hung up the phone at once.

If she didn't hang up, she was really worried that something would be seen.

No, it's better to say that something has already been seen.

Have a good time...... How is this possible.

Mikoto Misaka showed a somewhat sad expression.

She really wanted to cry in front of her mother just now.,The darkness of the school city.,The lives of more than 10,000 sisters.,But,Can't just involve the family of ordinary people.,So you can only bear it yourself.。

"Misaka-san, the game will start in five minutes." A voice came from outside the door.

"Got it." Mikoto Misaka replied.

As a result, I didn't adjust my state at all.

I knew that I should have gone to the jar shop yesterday, and if I could touch the scarlet bow, I must be full of vitality today......

Mikoto Misaka regretted this, and walked out of the lounge.

The address of the battle,It's an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.,There are many such places on the outskirts of the school city.,But now it's been renovated.,In a short period of time, a circle of fences and high platforms made of simple steel is made.,On it, you can clearly see the entire "battlefield" environment.。

In addition to this, there are a large number of drones, as well as several oversized screens.

It really looks like a lively competitive game.

Meanwhile.

The god crack fire weaving is also led by the school city staff,Came to his own stands。

There are already quite a few people standing on it.

Looking around slightly, she realized with some horror that it was all magicians.

For example, a girl with a delicate figure wrapped in a tight straitjacket wears an extremely thick collar around her neck, as well as weapons such as anklets, iron tongs, and hammers.

This unique outfit, which would definitely be called a pervert, can already indicate the identity of this girl.

- Sasha Chloejev from the Russian Cult Magical Combat Specialized Unit "Annihilation of the White Book".

Although not as good as a saint, he is also a magician with powerful destructive power enough to change the terrain.

It seems to be aware of the sight of the god Split Fire Weaving.

Sasha raised her head, and her delicate face turned around like a young girl.

"Question one, whether the English Puritanism is officially allied with the school city."

"What?" The god cracked the fire weaving and didn't react for a moment.

"Question two, does the British Puritans have information that the rest of the magical forces do not have?" Sasha asked again.

These two questions attracted the attention of the rest of the magicians around.

Although they are all elite magicians from various churches and even magic associations, the most interesting here are undoubtedly the less than twenty saints in the world.

"I'm sorry, I can't answer." The Divine Crack Fire Weave had already reacted, but shook his head.

"I can't answer, or I don't want to answer." A deep man's voice came.

Along with these words was the sound of some magicians around him inhaling.

"Is it really him?"

"Water in the rear!"

"Why do the special saints of the right seat of the gods also come over openly, they should be the sect with the most tense relationship with the school city."

"I was able to see two saints at the same time."

That's right, the new tall man is a well-known big man on the magic side, and the water behind him is not only a saint with the characteristics of a "god son", but also has the dual nature of a "virgin", and has an extremely terrifying power that surpasses the divine cracked fire weaving.

The water in the rear didn't care about the rest of the magicians.

Instead, he walked straight towards the Divine Cracked Fire Weave.

The burly and sturdy figure has an indescribable calm atmosphere, and the stone-carved three-dimensional facial features bring him an unshakable sense of stubbornness.

Divine Flame Weave stood as straight as a sword, and she felt a rare pressure.

The other party is stronger than her!

This is a clear understanding, if the identity of the saint is the source of the powerful power of the god crack fire weaving that does not match her age, then, when facing the rear of the same saint, she loses this advantage, and after canceling each other, the disadvantage in the rest of the situation has been expanded a lot.