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"I hope you can maintain this momentum later." Shokuhou Mizube seemed to sigh, "You seem to be looking for Misaka girls for a while, what's the reason?"

"Um."

Mikoto Misaka looked at the softer Fumibe Shoku, who was also losing the interest of quarrels compared to usual.

Shokumi Mizube is also worried about the outcome of the battle at this moment.

She thought for a while and whispered, "If the girls from Misaka are willing to help me, they will definitely win."

"Hmm?" Shokuki Mizube's eyes lit up slightly.

"Misaka Network." Mikoto Misaka simply said it all, "Misaka girls have the same brain wave frequency as me. If I can use the power of Misaka Network, I may temporarily be promoted to lv6."

"So that's it, no wonder..." Shokuki Mizube's eyes showed a sudden enlightenment, then turned around and waved his hand, "I'll try it, but don't have too much hope. Even if you find it, it may not be too late. There is still... Even if you lose, don't be beaten to cry."

"You guy!"

Mikoto Misaka clenched her fist, and the electric current made a crackling sound, but she felt a strange feeling in her heart.

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

She always feels that there is something different about Shokuhou Mizube.

The eyes and temperament seem to make people feel even more incomprehensible.

But he was originally a guy with a bad personality, so it was normal that he couldn't see through it.

Mikoto Misaka no longer has the intention to think about Shiokai Shoku anymore. She sat on the sofa again, relaxing her muscles completely, and trying hard to adjust her state.

"Dingling--"

The phone suddenly rang.

"Mom?" Mikoto Misaka answered the phone in a hurry, pretending to be fine, "Hey, Mom."

"Mikoto, I'm here to cheer you up!" A mature and cheerful voice came from the phone, "It's a pity that I can't come to the scene to cheer up, but I've been in front of the TV very early. Oh, the scene looks really lively."

"It's okay if you don't have to look at it." Misaka Mikoto became even more nervous.

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

“…”

Misaka Mikoto bit her lip lightly and didn't reply.

How could she not feel nervous?

It’s okay to fight, but it’s still fighting under the gaze of the whole world, even my own parents are watching.

"It's true." Misaka Mire's relaxed tone slightly restrained and became gentle. "Mikoto has been a very strong person since she was a child. She always thought she would be better than everyone. However, being the first one is very tiring, so it doesn't matter if she loses. Just think it's a good time to have a good time."

"I, I understand, okay, the competition is about to start, I'll hang up." Misaka Mikoto hung up the phone all at once.

If she doesn't hang up, she is really worried about being seen.

No, it might as well say that something has been seen.

Have fun...How is this possible?

Misaka Mikoto showed a somewhat sad expression.

She just wanted to cry in front of her mother. The darkness of the school city and the lives of more than 10,000 sisters, but she could not get involved in the family of ordinary people, so she could only bear it herself.

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

"I understand." Mikoto Misaka replied.

As a result, there was no good adjustment.

I had known that I should have gone to the jar shop yesterday. If I could touch Feiju, I would have been full of energy today...

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

The battle address was to choose an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs. There were many such places in the outskirts of the Academy City, but now after renovation, a circle of fenced high platforms was made of simple steel in a short time, where you can clearly see the entire "battlefield" environment.

In addition, there are a large number of aerial cameras and several super large screens.

It really looks like a lively competitive game.

at the same time.

Under the leadership of the academy urban staff, Kamisaki Huoori came to his stands.

There are already many people standing on it.

Looking around a little, she realized in surprise that it was all magicians here.

For example, a girl with a beautiful figure wrapped in tight-fitting clothes, wearing a very thick collar around her neck, anklets, iron pliers, hammers and other weapons.

This unique outfit, which is definitely called pervert, can already indicate the girl's identity.

——Shasha Chloyjev from the specialized forces of the Russian Adult Cult magical combat "Annihilation of White Book".

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

It seemed that he had noticed the sight of the Kan Rift Fireori.

Shasha raised her head and turned her delicate face like a young girl.

"Question 1: Whether the British Puritan Church has formally formed an alliance with the school city."

"What?" Shenlihuoori didn't react at once.

"Question 2: Did the British Puritans have any information that other magical forces do not have?" Shasha asked again.

These two questions gathered the eyes of the other magicians around him.

Although they are all elite magicians from various churches and even magical associations, the one who attracts the most attention here is undoubtedly less than twenty saints in the world.

"Sorry, I can't answer." Kamiriki Fireori had already reacted, but shook his head.

"Is it impossible to answer, or do I want to answer?" A strong man's voice came over.

Accompanied by this sentence, was the sound of some magicians inhaling around them.

"Is it really him?"

"The water behind!"

"Why do the special saints in the right seat of God come over openly? They should be the sect with the most tense relationship with the school city."

"I can actually see two saints at the same time."

That's right, the new tall man is a famous figure on the side of the magic. In the water behind him, he is not only a saint with the characteristics of "Son of God", but also has the dual nature of "Holy Mother", and has extremely terrifying power that must surpass the Divine Split Fire Weaver.

The water behind did not care about the rest of the magicians.

Instead, he walked straight towards the Kanlihuoi.

His burly and sturdy figure showed an unspeakable calm aura, and his three-dimensional facial features like stone carvings brought him an unshakable sense of stubbornness.

Shenlihuoori stood straight like a sharp sword, and she felt a rare pressure.

The other party is better than her!

This is a clear understanding. If the identity of a saint is the source of the powerful force that does not match age, then when facing the rear of the same saint, she lost this advantage. After offsetting each other, her disadvantages in other aspects were expanded a lot.