The Son of Heaven's sudden behavior of seeking seeds did not cause much trouble to Yu Feibai in essence. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After all, it's just a girl after all, is Yu Feibai still afraid that she won't be able to make herself?

In short, take the previous incident as the Son of Heaven couldn't stand the urging of the cronies of the Holy Room, and made a move to rush to the doctor.

At 4:20 p.m., Yu Feibai walked out of the IISO building, crossed two streets, waited for ten minutes, and then got on the tram, leaning alone near the door, with a tired and tired look in his eyes.

It looked like a passenger, and occasionally a little girl in the car threw a curious look at him, and then gathered together with a crimson face, chattering without knowing what they were talking about.

Yu Feibai looked out the window, his eyes revealing indescribable loneliness.

The place he was going to at the moment was the last ward in Tokyo, the 43rd ward.

District 43 is located in the southwest, about 80 kilometers away.

After nearly an hour of driving, by the time Hafeibai got off the train, he was the only one left on the entire train - incidentally, the trams in Tokyo are now divided into manned inner-city cars and unmanned perimeter cars.

Touching the mustard seed ring on his finger to make sure that everything he should bring was ready, Yu Feibai got off the car, watched the train start slowly, went back to the way he came, and then started to walk on foot, not in a hurry.

As an area that had been occupied by the Phalts three years ago, Sector 43 smells of decay everywhere.

On either side were five or six meters of wire fence, and as far as the eye could see, the buildings were covered with mottled rust, and the walls had become pitted, as if some kind of liquid had corroded.

A few steps down the road will lead to a small puddle of rainwater, which contains tadpoles that have just grown two hind legs, but unfortunately they will not live long.

The squeak of the dilapidated street lamps in the comforting breeze seems to urge visitors who have accidentally arrived here to turn back.

After walking less than a mile, I came across a skyscraper-like wall called a 'substitute megalith'.

It is about 200 meters high and about 500 meters wide.

It was much larger than the clump of metal that Yu Feibai used to reclaim unexplored areas, but it was pitifully small compared to the giant stone tablets that resembled the Eight Mountains.

This is what the original three megaliths in Sectors 41, 42, and 43 were breached, and they were used as temporary barriers.

In fact, these miniature megaliths have been standing here for three years, but they have not been replaced by complete megaliths, which seems to have something to do with the lack of aquametry metal.

Of course, Yu Feibai does not rule out that some groups secretly swallowed a large amount of gold metal to enrich their pockets.

After all, after the fall of these three areas, with the military strength of Tokyo District at that time, there was no possibility of retaking them from the protozoa, so they naturally did not want to waste money on this.

You know, at that time, the competition between various countries was already fierce.

The amount of gold metal reserves is not only a symbol of a country's economic strength, but also a criterion for judging its military strength.

Whoever gets varanium gets the world.

There was such a saying at the time.

"So, I'm a little warlord now, right? ”

Yu Feibai entertained himself, hoping to make his heavy mood better.

In fact, Paradise Lost now has a reserve of bullets, although it seems to be a huge amount, but it is not even one ten-thousandth of the amount of metal needed for a real megalith.

Any megalithic monument is the most valuable asset of a country, and they are the last line of defense of mankind.

With all kinds of thoughts, Yu Feibai finally reached the end of the road, and then turned over and jumped out of the barbed wire.

This kind of practice, if it had been placed in the past, would probably be tantamount to looking for death.

"Look, that guy flipped out. ”

"I guess I lost confidence in life and wanted to kill myself, right?"

"Tsk, it should be. This way of dying is a bit too cruel. ”

"Che, who knows, maybe it's a fanatical anti-human who thinks of the proto-gastroid animals as gods. Ahh ”

Not far away, several maintenance personnel in orange uniforms had just come down from the metal wall, and when they saw Yu Feibai from a distance, they began to whisper and hurried towards the station.

Don't underestimate the five-metre-high wire fence, which is made of high-conductor metal that separates Area 43 from the truly unexplored zone.

They are able to extend the magnetic field of those metal walls to the maximum extent possible, thus driving away the archagus that try to get close.

Although the strength of such a magnetic field is far from being comparable to that of a real megalithic monument.

Most of the proto-intestinal invasions that occur from time to time in Tokyo come from these three areas that have been occupied by protozoa.

But in any case, the protection it has is worth affirming.

Outside the protective net, there are 100-meter-wide rubble strips on both sides as buffers.

Farther afield, low shrubs begin to appear, and the good end of the city begins to turn into a chaotic area of concrete and primeval jungle.

It is these places that Yu Feibai is heading to.

In today's form, although because of the existence of the [Hunting Sacrifice], many people have become accustomed to having the police take their initiators and leave the enchantment in groups of three or five to carry out small-scale proto-intestinal animal hunting activities.

But that all have a premise, there must be a [Outside the Wall Exploration Camp] nearby.

It is a small camp that looks like a supply point in cooperation between the police of the hunting festival and the Tokyo City Self-Defense Force, and it is scattered like stars around the giant stone monument, and you can see one every kilometer.

Without these exploratory camps, even the police, impulsively entering the unexplored area, would have ended up in a predictable situation - in the terrible situation of running out of ammunition and exhausting the body, the corpses of the protozoa that swarmed to the body would be dismembered.

What's more, the guy they saw didn't know if it was the police.

They didn't even see the starters who were supposed to be with them.

No one knew that the guy who left the safe area alone was actually the initiator of the now famous hunting festival.

If they knew, they might cry and shout, begging the big guy to take them out to brush a wave of intestines to make money.

After all, everyone now knows that His Excellency the 'Divine Generation' is a super existence that can resist more than a hundred lv3-level protozoars with personal force, and even kill them all.

That is the true heart of the hunting sacrifice.

If we say that Rentaro Satomi, who has become a 'hero who saved the Tokyo area', he exists as a spiritual sustenance among the police officers at the hunting festival, and he is the guide of justice in everyone's hearts - to remind himself that he is saving.

Then Yu Feibai exists as the highest force deterrent, and it is a sharp spear blade that breaks the deadlock.

The two are indispensable.

As soon as the stele maintainers entered the next train, Yu Feibai finally stepped over the ruins on both sides of the protective net.

Almost as he entered a place that was supposed to be a bustling street, but now even the ground was covered with small bushes, a pair of hideous scarlet eyes lit up around him.

In the bushes, in the ruins of buildings, in the passages where the sewers meet the ground.

Gastrulation!

At first glance, there are more than thirty heads, hidden in the shadows, and I don't know the level of regeneration, but just this number can make ordinary policemen explode in an instant, and then flee in the wilderness.

Even if Yu Feibai's strength is greatly improved now, he can kill any aragut within the Lv3 level in a single second, but if he is surrounded by aragonoids, he is destined to hate on the spot.

But here, the situation ...... It's not quite the same.

The blood-red eyes of those proto-intestinal animals had just lit up, and suddenly there was a commotion, and then they all screamed, like wild jackals with broken legs, holding their tails and retreating.

Flee.

Yu Fei's expression was cold, he took out a small cart from the mustard seed ring and walked calmly on the path.

On the car, it looks like a pile of rice, and expensive metal blocks are arranged in layers.

At the bottom is a microcomputer that controls a force that is very disgusting to protozoans, the Metallic Magnetic Field.

Walking among the ruins, all beasts retreated.

Looking up into the distance, that is the final destination of the trip.

A mountaintop that towers into the clouds, snow-capped, cone-shaped, like an upside-down fan hanging in the air, comes into view.

The Tokyo district, or the highest peak of the entire Hinomoto.

The mountains and seas change and the fire is not extinguished, and the jade fan hangs upside down in the East China Sea.

This is Mt. Fuji.