Temperature Control in Academy City

This city is never boring, and you can always see some gorgeous special effects in inexplicable places.

The flames rising into the sky illuminated most of the sky. The charming light and shadow like blood-red cherry blossoms covered the wreckage of hundreds of badly damaged driving armors. There were not many humans standing in the sight.

Wearing a strange funhouse mirror, Tsuchimikado Motoharu half-crouched on the balcony of a nearby building, staring at the fighting figures in the sky in a trance, with no intention of joining the battle at all.

If a man like him was hit head-on by that oversized hammer, he might not even have time to look at his lovely and obedient sister before his blood ran out. If Wuxia cried all day because of him, then he would be an unforgivable sinner.

"Hey, hey, hey, Aleister, the situation has developed to this point, at least send out some of your best troops."

"Even if the 'tongue chain' of the Wind in Front is removed, and the 'rings' all over the body are repaired through full body plastic surgery and medical technology, and the influence of the 'angel power' is reduced to the greatest extent, it does not mean that we can just keep her in such a loose place like this."

A huge rock flew towards him and instantly created a big hole in the balcony next to him.

With a bad look on his face, Tsuchimikado Motoharu swallowed subconsciously and spoke in a helpless tone into a walkie-talkie he had just picked up.

Although no channel was dialed, Tsuchimikado Motoharu knew that someone must be eavesdropping, that awful old man who was the high and mighty chairman but did some peeping things all day long.

But he might not be called an old man. Tsuchimikado Motoharu felt that he must have mastered some technology to rejuvenate people. Before, there were urban legends circulating in Academy City, such as human body transformation experiments and the 30-year-old high school female teacher who turned into a loli.

From his voice and the look on his face when they met, that chairman had nothing to do with aging.

"Nothing to worry about."

"We can just repair the broken things, and we have as many people as we need. I want to verify one thing more: what kind of changes will the wind ahead have after the blood of the scientific ability user is replaced all over my body."

"It is definitely impossible to use the power beyond magic like before. After all, blood can be considered a part of the person with the ability. Impurities have been mixed into her body. Will the heaven where the gods live be willing to accept her? And it usually takes five months to completely metabolize the blood."

A neutral voice came from the intercom, with almost no noticeable fluctuation in the tone.

Although the blood transfusion given by the Ghost Chaser to Feng Qian saved his life, it also caused some unexpected problems.

It is an open secret in the eyes of many upper-class people that the power of magic and the power of science are incompatible. So can blood be compatible? This is really a good topic.

Will a magician with scientific blood flowing in his body be affected by the scientific part of his blood? Does the personal reality of the ability user also exist in the blood?

Having said that, if Qian Feng chose to bleed, she might be able to quickly get rid of the abnormality in her body, but it also means that she would quickly lose her combat effectiveness. This is a very difficult decision for Qian Feng who is facing siege from the scientific side.

But in fact, Qian Fang Zhi Feng may not know what's wrong with her body until now, and she hasn't even associated the problem with her blood. She just feels drowsy and she has no strength in her body.

Even though it was still far superior to most magicians, it could no longer be considered as being at the level of God's Right Seat, especially since the cross on his tongue and the rings on his body had been removed, which already weakened him once.

As if he thought he was saying something interesting, the chairman deliberately remained silent for a few seconds after his speech, as if he was waiting for Tsuchimikado Motoharu's reaction.

"What a bad taste, it's simply the devil."

He silently composed a few sentences in his mind, and Tsuchimikado Motoharu, who could easily see through people's hearts through their words, laughed awkwardly in cooperation.

"Although he is the Right Seat of God, his body has reached a point where he can be close to angels and even bear the power of angels by eliminating 'original sin', but no matter how close he is to an angel, Feng Qian is still a human being after all."

"If the defense is broken, wounds will be left. If the blood is drained, death will occur. The body is supported by bones and the life is maintained by the heart. A true angel certainly does not need such 'human' things."

After a few awkward laughs, Tsuchimikado Motoharu leaned his head and looked in the direction of Zhifeng in front of him. He found that the other party had already started falling from the sky, and then he continued speaking.

The Wind in Front is probably the most normal one among the Right Seat of God. At least he is not the Son of God or the Mother of God, and his right hand does not have any divine power. He is just a normal person that can be found everywhere.

“By the way, Aleister, who are you going to send to clean up this mess? It won’t be Kamijou, will it? I remember Kamijou should have been asleep by now.”

"If minors don't get enough rest, it will have a significant impact on their growth and development."

A six-feather drone fell from the sky, stirring up a violent airflow covering an area of ​​100 meters. The wind in front of it once again jumped to a height of 100 meters, swinging a hammer to cut a drone in half.

Pushed by the airflow, he staggered back several steps. Covered in dust and dirt, Tsuchimikado Motoharu turned the topic back to the beginning.

"You'll see soon enough."

"Perhaps the Roman Orthodox Church will risk reclaiming the 'Wind Ahead', so it is necessary to temporarily preserve the Wind Ahead."

As soon as he finished speaking, the intercom in Tsuchimikado Motoharu's hand became busy. It seemed that the chairman no longer cared about what was happening here.

"Really? Can't you just put it clearly?"

Somewhat helplessly, he dusted himself off and threw the intercom aside while sighing. When he looked into the distance again, he found that a polygonal star pattern composed of many complex patterns and shining with dazzling stars had appeared in the sky.

After clearing out most of the prisoners, the Third District Special Prison was transformed into a high-security prison that only holds one person.

Within ten minutes after the prisoner escaped, a vast silver beam of light emerged from the polygonal star pattern above the prison, squeezing all light in sight into the corner.

"The Right Seat of God"

"Are you still alive?"

The silver light slowly dissipated and turned into faint starlight floating around.

The girl in a gorgeous Gothic lolita skirt walked in the quiet night, scanning the ground with a cold gaze.

The star magician who mastered astrological formulas and lived from a thousand years ago to the present day seemed to be using this large-scale attack magic for the first time in his life.

Chapter 754: The Tragic Thick Barrier

There are a lot of sundries scattered on the super soft sofa, and if you pat it a little harder, you can even shake out a lot of leftover snack residues.

Fortunately, Natsume Sonoko has always had the habit of high-temperature sterilization and maintaining personal hygiene, otherwise the fact that she likes to eat snacks on the sofa would completely destroy her image as a gorgeous young lady.

The girl stretched out her hand to freeze the buzzing alarm clock, and got up with difficulty from the sunken seat on the sofa. She squinted her sleepy eyes and stared blankly at her ceiling.

Although I haven’t gotten enough sleep, it seems like a new day has begun.

Every day seems to be very long recently, which makes the time for sleeping feel much shorter.

In fact, she didn't get enough rest today.

But this was definitely her fate. Even if she was reluctant, she had to leave the dormitory at the end of the group to avoid a bad start today.

"It's really rare to ride a bicycle today."

"Hehe, if it's been left in the flowerbed for too long, it's best to take it to a specialized shop for a checkup. Some bicycles are prone to malfunction if left for too long."

Several girls passing by greeted with smiles, and seemed very interested in the scene happening before them.

Wannian stored the bicycle under the awning next to the flower bed as some sundries. The seat and handlebars were always covered with a thick layer of dust. Occasionally, you could see a girl cleaning the dust with a rag after being scolded by the dorm supervisor.

In short, this bicycle left a deep impression on the girls in Tokiwadai. If it were in a puzzle game, it would definitely be an important prop that could provide key clues.

But today, some unexpected changes seemed to have happened. A girl with a bun-like haircut walked out of the small flower garden of the student dormitory with a red face, pushing a bicycle. It seemed that she was planning to go back to her old job and start riding a bicycle again.

After knowing that she was being monitored while riding in the cleaning robot, she had no choice but to look for normal means of transportation.

Rather than being lazy or anything like that, Natsume Sonoko still feels that her own information is more important.

"Just think of it as exercise."

Natsume Sonoko silently calculated the distance from the student dormitory to the school garden, and curled her lips in displeasure.

This was probably the first time she rode the bicycle to school since it was lost and found.

Actually, the ladies of Tokiwadai rarely choose bicycles as a means of transportation, and it is even very rare to expand the scope to the entire school garden.

Because in Tokiwadai, both winter and summer clothes are pleated short skirts, and the length of these skirts can't even cover the knees.

Even the more so-called big girls' schools are, the shorter the skirts are. I don't know who came up with this weird idea. If Natsume Sonoko didn't have a constant temperature layer covering her whole body, she would definitely not be able to go out in winter.

The young ladies all seem to have plans to deal with this. Wearing warm stockings or leggings are both good choices. Of course, there are also some girls who simply resist the cold, such as Misaka, a sophomore who can broadcast on Bilibili. It is said that she wore thin bubble socks all year last year.

Perhaps too much electric current will affect the ability of the capillaries on the surface of the body to perceive the environment, causing my senior sister to be more resistant to cold?

Back to the point, the short skirt didn't have much of an impact on Natsume Sonoko, as she had long since learned the secret of wearing safety pants from senior Misaka, and there was almost no wind or waves that could blow up the hem of a girl's skirt.

As long as she mastered these essential skills of a lady, Natsume Sonoko felt that she could face all difficulties with ease.

The sound of wind and heavy breathing filled her ears, and a few drops of sweat appeared on Natsume Sonoko's forehead, which was rare.

Riding a bicycle is a very tiring thing, at least that's what it seems to be like for a young girl who has been seriously lacking in exercise recently.

If she just regarded the bicycle as a means of transportation under her buttocks and used her ability to create wind and waves to propel it, it would certainly be a lot easier. However, Natsume Sonoko undoubtedly had her own persistence in using her ability, and she pedaled forward with her short legs.

And this effort seemed to be rewarded immediately. Natsume Sonoko's bicycle finally began to accelerate and suddenly took off on a downward slope.

"Mugi, I think I've spotted the eighth person you're looking for."

Have breakfast at a street snack bar, and then go to the cinema which opens in the morning to watch a few movies to spend the wonderful day. Life without going to school is so simple.

The girl named Kinuhata's favorite had a hood on her head and was holding a hot chocolate drink she had just bought. She looked at a girl from Tokiwadai racing on a bicycle on the road with a look of surprise.

"Here, your crepe."

The breakfast shop owner smiled amiably, and Juanqi Zuiai immediately handed over a thousand-dollar bill, but the girl's face looked obviously absent-minded.

Although it is unclear why the eighth person would have this interest, judging from his expression, he should be enjoying it, with his mouth wide open, forming a 45-degree angle.

I remember that in some B-level movies, there are often scenes where villains drive cars on the main road with evil smiles. Although the eighth one is riding a bicycle, it looks similar.

But is the eighth one considered a villain?

With her phone between her face and shoulder, and a drink and a large crepe in her hands, Kinuhata found a bench nearby and sat down, thinking about this problem very seriously.

As long as she thought of the past memory in which she was thrown into the security building without any courtesy and was laughed at by Maito and Frenda for three or four days, she felt that it was indeed a negative role.

"Ah, Kinuhata, didn't you go watch that industrial garbage pieced together with boring plots and lame pictures?"

Mai Ye Shenli's oppressive voice suddenly came from the phone, and there was some obvious anger in his tone, but it was definitely not directed at Kinuhata's favorite.

Early in the morning, someone dumped a group of drugged guys in front of a spare safe house used as a 'tool' of the Anbu, and also pasted a phone number of their 'mediator' on the head of a blond boy.

Although she immediately understood that they were sending a subordinate organization to them, if she knew which Anbu had turned such a simple task into such a mess, she guaranteed that she would not kill the person.

Not only did it add some troublesome reception work to them, but it also directly exposed the location of a safe house. However, since that safe house could be found by other Anbu, it also showed that it was no longer safe enough.

"That's right. I was a little surprised to see the eighth one. He seemed to be imitating some scenes from movies I've seen. By the way, the eighth one has now rammed into the railing in a very majestic manner."

"But it seemed that he had taken precautions in advance. Although he fell badly, he looked fine. He even stood with his hands on his hips and complained indignantly about the poor work of the road administration department."

Looking to the other side of the street, Kinuhata was reporting something like a war correspondent.

She had absolutely no idea why the Eighth did this. She always felt as if there was a pathetic thick barrier blocking the two people's heads.

Chapter 755: Anbu 'Tools' and Intermediaries

The citizen suggestion box of the Academy City Road Administration Department might soon receive a letter of suggestion. The girl, who had a droopy face and looked very unhappy, had apparently already thought about how to write the first three lines.

Although this was clearly her fault, as a sign clearly stated "Downhill Ahead" in front of the ramp, Natsume Sonoko had never encountered such a thing when she was riding a cleaning robot or flying in the sky. She had gradually degenerated into a state of lack of tension when traveling on land.

Even if a dump truck hit her head-on, those easy-to-use cleaning robots could evade the vehicle with an accuracy of less than one hundredth of a second, so she didn't have to worry about anything.

In fact, the radar map in Natsume's head is always activated, but it is obviously of no use.

"Really? Your price is obviously higher than the ordinary cleaning robots, how come you are so useless?"

"You have to work hard. You have to work hard."

Natsume Sonoko patted the seat of her bicycle with some disappointment, trying to use physical communication to make the bicycle change its ways.

Unfortunately, the girl’s bicycle doesn’t even have a headlight, so it naturally doesn’t have any functions like automatic route finding and automatic avoidance. More expectations will only bring more disappointment.

"Gululu... The eighth one started talking to her bicycle, once, twice, three times. The eighth one slapped the seat cushion three times with her super strong hands."

Kinuhata loved to take big bites of crepes and mutter something indistinctly, as if she had already entered a movie theater.

Although she had a bad impression of the eighth place, that Miss Tokiwadai made people feel uncomfortable no matter how they looked at her and was seriously inconsistent with the values ​​of the Anbu, but Kinuhata Kaai was also aware of the huge gap between the two of them.

If she acted rashly, she would definitely have to visit the security building again today. So she naturally would not go looking for trouble with the eighth person alone, even if she was not convinced in her heart, this was the fact.

"Don't talk about that useless information!!"

The irritable high school girl with fluffy brown hair contacted Kinuhata's favorite while picking up a new phone and quickly dialing the number on Hamazura Shiage's forehead. With two phones pressed to her ears at the same time, she sat on the sofa cushion in the spare safe house with her eyes closed, her expression full of various unhappy emotions.

"As a tool broker, you have outsourced the task to some low-ranking ANBU again."

"You are already such a big person, there should be a limit to the trouble you cause to others. How can you do such a brainless thing? Don't think that you can make mistakes just because you are an intermediary."

The dissatisfied voice of Mai Ye Shenli came from the other end of the phone again, but it seemed that another backup phone was connected.

There was only one intermediary for the "props" from beginning to end, and the communication between the other party and the "props" was limited to the phone, so in the eyes of Mai Ye Shenli and others, the intermediary was a "voice in the phone", that is, the phone girl.

However, Mai Ye Shen Li had investigated this "voice on the phone" before, but the result was naturally a failure. The other party seemed to have anticipated this and deployed a bunch of substitutes as bait in advance.

"Hurp... Sorry, sorry, I drank a little too much yesterday. And can you be quiet? It's time for a lady to take a beauty nap."

"Hmm? You're probably talking about a new subordinate organization, right? According to the message sent by the operation party, it seems that the mission was completed very well."

A thoughtful female voice came from the other side of the phone, and she responded in a casual but lazy tone.

"Ah, excellent? What kind of joke are you talking about? Even primitive people in the Stone Age who regarded thunder as a miracle would not come to the same conclusion as you."

"Go find a cave to live in for three to five years first, and then become an intermediary when you have developed the thinking circuits of a primitive man." Mai Ye Shenli retorted.