The surrounding hundreds of meters have been completely melted by the plasma explosion, the ground is red-hot glass, 4.5 pounds of metallic hydrogen explosives have carved bottomless craters into the ground, and the underground waterways in Tokyo are boiling in the heat, and hot steam is coming out of the craters. Compared to the thermonuclear bombs that landed on Hiroshima and Nagasaki a hundred years ago, the explosion was pure, clean, and measured, with gray-black clouds gradually dissipating, sunlight illuminating the swaying hot air, and blue skies reflecting the flat horizon -- a beautiful disaster if viewed from a purely rational point of view.

Nearby, in the scorched earth lay a humanoid object, its body embedded in the smooth hot glass, and it didn't move for a long time. A few minutes later, a short, humpbacked man in a dark purple cloak appeared in the heart of the explosion, he limped over the melted ground with his waist hunched, walked up to the humanoid, crouched down, and said, "Lion, hard work, the Duke asked me to take you home." ”

"Smack!" An arc of electricity pierced the air, and all five fingers of the person's right hand were scorched and fell off, and the hunchbacked middle-aged man had no surprise on his face, and with a wave of his hand, the tissue that turned into charcoal floated away with the wind, and pink granulations began to grow on the inside of the wound, "Don't struggle,...... Although I know you don't understand anything right now, lion. Or should I call you a 'protobody'?" he shifted closer to the humanoid and stretched out his right hand, five new fingers already formed, and his skin still delicate pink. Fingertips touched the humanoid's head, and five blood-red tentacles emerged from under the nails, burrowing through the holes in the human head, wriggling under the skin.

It was a very strange humanoid object, its body was smaller than that of a normal adult man, with a full head, torso, and limbs, but no skin or muscles in the normal sense, and a layer of shimmering silver, metallic honeycomb structure wrapped around the body, which did not look like any living organism on Earth. Countless tiny sparks of electricity flickered within the lattice of his body, making Dvoru's remains look bright and dazzling, compared to the bell-ringer beside him more like a humble ghoul. The humanoid object had exhausted all its energy, and the arc was just the automatic release of the last remaining electricity, and the tentacles of the bell-ringer extended into the skull (if it still had a skeletal structure), as if a switch had been flipped on it, and the discharge on the surface of the humanoid disappeared without warning. The tentacles wriggled back into their fingernails......, and the bell-ringer bent down to hold the humanoid object on his shoulder, turned and limped out, muttering to himself as he went, "How long has it been since the Knights had suffered such a blow?"

The bell-ringer climbed up a hill - the remains of a former eight-story building - and looked left and right, and the scorching battlefield seemed very quiet, the hustle and bustle of the city was far away, except for the dead who had been reduced to a remnant on the wall and sobbed quietly in the corner. There was an object glittering in front of him, and the bell ringer slowly walked past, it was a silver statue of a middle-aged man with a big belly, muscles, movements, and terrified demeanor, and the plasma ball avoided the statue made of solid magnetic fluid, allowing the remains of "Tycoon" Juan Modorado to be preserved. The bell-ringer stretched out his tentacles and stabbed the statue's head, and after a few minutes, shook his head: "Dead." Even though the body still exists, the vitality is cut off, which is the complete opposite of another child. ”

With his back bent like a bow, he had to raise his head hard to see what lay ahead, and on the other side of the cracked road was another corpse, the identity of the deceased had been verified by the bell-ringer: "Pole" Ed Yasinski. The charred corpse looked very eerie, it was already dead, but the muscle fibers of the body were still twitching, allowing the mutilated corpse to perform a gruesome dance. The Pole's consciousness is gone, but the hundreds of billions of mitochondria in his body are still alive, and these tiny engines are rapidly breaking down fats and proteins in a vain attempt to escape on their own. But without the protection of the host, the tiny mitochondria can only struggle in place, and it takes a long time for the remaining proteins in the corpse to be broken down, and completely become a pile of dead ashes without nutrients. Of course, if they can be nourished by organic matter at this time, these self-aware mitochondria may transform into terrifying monsters.

"One kid missing. The bell-ringer muttered to himself, "I can't get in touch, I can't sense it, is it buried underground?" Maury Nasser, this child has always been a little strange...... According to the rules, if you don't contact the Knights for so long, it can be counted as death. He unloaded Dvorul's body from his shoulder, slowly pulled out a fist-sized bronze bell and a small cast-iron hammer from his satchel, picked up the bell in his left hand and clenched the hammer in his right hand, "Heroic spirits of the Temple of Thorns, you can be free, let the Soul Bell from Lucifer send you on your last journey...... Good night, kids. ”

......If you look closely, you can see that the inner wall of the bell grows dense flesh-colored tentacles, which are entangled with each other and emit red particles, which burst into a delicate powder, which is sent in all directions by the sound waves. Where the bell rang, the extremely tiny powder was carried away by the sound waves, and the body of the "tycoon" who was relatively close first lost its form, turned into a thin silver liquid and fell to the ground with a "bang", penetrating into the cracks in the ground, and disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. Immediately afterwards, Ed's corpse also had a strange appearance, and the charred corpse jumped up, waving its arms like a zombie and roaring, and then fell straight to the ground, and the muscle fibers quickly shrank with white smoke, and turned into black dry bones in an instant.

"Let's go, let's go home. The bell-ringer put away the bell and hammer, carried Dvoru's body, and walked slowly and limply on the scorching earth.

"Ah...... 1.5 kilometres from the bell-ringer, on the edge of the warning zone, in a cave carved out of the dirt, under a ruined house, Maury Nasser rolled on the ground with his temples in his hands. As the fireball fell, the Arabs bombarded the ground with all their airblast capabilities, creating an underground space that could accommodate the entire group, thus avoiding the terrifying attack. Izuki Iketaro said nothing with a straight face, never mentioning the safety of the chosen one, and Sam Williams was happy to be quiet, hiding in the corner and wiping his gun. After a few minutes, the enemy position finally subsided, and the son of the god in a black suit suddenly began to scream.

"What's wrong with you, have you been attacked?" Izuki shouted anxiously. This Nasser is the elite of the "gold mine" department on the ghost's right hand, the holder of the noble caste of Alpha, and if he makes a mistake in his actions, he will not be able to die.

“...... It's the bell ringer...... He is reclaiming the power of the Son of God...... Ahh......h......h Shoot me and break my arm! That's the only way to survive......"

Sam took off his sunglasses and said strangely, "Is it a virus from the respiratory tract? Are we in danger? Can breaking your arm kill you, why?"

"Bang bang!" the gunshot rang out, and Taro Izuki pulled the trigger without hesitation. The pistol bullet pierced through his muscles and the ground was blown into the dirt, and Nasser screamed in a terrible voice, his body began to spasm violently. "Since you're doing it, you have to be thorough. The American pouted, snatched a submachine gun from the soldier next to him and opened fire, "Bang Bang Bang ......" bullet cut off the Arab's arm like a sickle, and the two severed arms burst out with yellow chickenpox and continued to rot, and after a few seconds turned into a puddle of pus and seeped into the ground.

Izuki immediately administered first aid to Nasser, and the man with the broken arm quickly woke up from the pain, gritted his teeth and said, "Fortunately, the distance is relatively far, and the activity of the virus is suppressed by the sun...... But my plan to lurk has failed, and I'm just waiting for the listener to tell me......"

"I see. Sam snapped his fingers suddenly, "Your 'airburst bomb' is the ability to shoot air bombs from both hands, which means that Lucifer actually transformed only your arms, and if you guessed correctly, your arm bones are hollow and grow into structures suitable for pushing air sacs...... So the virus only captured the mutated cells in both arms. In other words, if the power of the Son of God is a full-body transformation, then it will be completely killed by the bell ringer, right?"

There was no response. No matter how strong a person is, he can't bear such a huge pain, Nasser rolled his eyes and fainted, and Izuki Iketaro slapped his head in annoyance. The American shrugged indifferently, leaning against the cave wall and calculating his thoughts.

From Gu Tie's entry into the Asmantis underground building wearing an optical exoskeleton to the explosion of the metal hydrogen bomb in Yuzan Asada, the battle was only three hours, but it destroyed 300 buildings, including the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department building, plunged the entire Japanese police system into darkness, 5,400 Tokyo citizens were killed in the plasma explosion, 622 policemen and 490 members of the Self-Defense Forces were killed, the earthquake caused the complete paralysis of the subway system, the interruption of water, electricity and gas supply in the three neighboring districts, and the collapse of one-third of the building of the Emperor's Imperial Palace, which is expected to bring direct economic losses to Japan of more than 1.27 trillion yen.

And the battle brought an even greater impact to the giant beast hidden behind human society, the Asmontis branch was razed to the ground, in the decades-long history of the Brotherhood, the biggest loss was only a small sacrifice of the operatives, who would have thought that someone would be able to uproot the entire branch?

Needless to say, the chaos of the Brotherhood also set off an uneasy storm at the GTC headquarters in Salzburg, Austria, and Gu Tie's reckless action to forcibly break Asmontis with a 1499ppm limit time has aroused the alarm of the GTC, and they have traced back to a mysterious account with powerful privileges that is the author of this disaster, and millions of probe threads have been injected into the ocean of quantum networks, looking for the "pure land" hidden in the darkness.

The man who caused all this didn't know how much trouble he had caused at this moment, Gu Tie was awakened by the bump of the vehicle, opened his eyes, and saw that the white clouds in the sky were slowly retreating. "It hurts so much. He said.

"That means you're all right. Azivi replied.

"Where are we going?" the Chinese found that he could not move, and his eyes rolled slightly, and he found himself half-lying in the passenger seat of a convertible, his body tightly bound by a seat belt.

"Go home. The woman said.

A green sign appears in front of the highway at Tokyo Narita Airport.