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The Misaka network is not just a brainwave network.

All Misaka girls can share information and become a whole, so they naturally have rigorous management authority and can even be used to influence and control all Misaka.

Want to join.

It is necessary to spend a certain amount of time writing programs to create numbers and also have location permissions for this number.

Misaka Mikoto didn't know these things, and Shoku Fumibe wasn't very clear, so both of them were a little stunned.

"What's going on?" Mikoto Misaka asked in her mind. She let go of some of her own thinking barriers, so Shokuru Mizube who had entered that small shop must be able to hear it.

"I don't know this." Shokuhou Mizuna's voice indeed appeared in Mikoto Misaka's mind.

"You brought this child here without even asking clearly?" Mikoto Misaka complained without hesitation.

"It was she who wanted to come by herself, I thought there was no problem." Shokuhou Mizuna was not talking back to Mikoto Misaka. "Her thinking is connected to more than 10,000 Misaka sisters. I have no way to control her. You can find a way to persuade her to leave first."

"Really!"

Mikoto Misaka gritted her teeth, but at this time, the last work in her arms broke free and jumped down.

"I'm here to stop you from continuing to fight. Misaka Misaka looks very imposing."

"Ha?" Yi Fang Xing was still in a state of irritability. He took two steps forward, panting and showing a fierce expression, "Stop it? Just a doll? What a joke, I don't know how many dolls like you have killed, whether it's one more or ten thousand more!"

"They are not puppets, you despicable bastards!" Misaka Mikoto held the spear tightly to protect her last work, and even said such despicable words as despicable. You can imagine how angry she was.

The emotions that one side has reached its limit.

"stop--!"

The last work made a stop gesture, jumping up and down anxiously, as if he wanted to make these two people notice her.

"Don't argue anymore, sister, don't be angry, the Misaka and others are not sad about ending their actions. Misaka Misaka tries hard to comfort her sister."

"What?" Mikoto Misaka looked at her blankly.

"Misaka Misaka is the last work. All Misaka will pass their memories and emotions to the Misaka Network before completing the experiment." The final work seemed to be thinking hard about the language, and then suddenly thought about how to say it loudly, "So far, no one of the 9,981 experimental individuals who have conducted the experiment have ever had any sadness, so my sister doesn't have to be sad for the Misaka people. Misaka Misaka smiled and explained."

Mikoto Misaka was speechless at all.

Looking at the girl in front of her who easily said extremely cruel words with a smile.

"Why..." she murmured, then grabbed the shoulder of the last work and asked in a louder voice, "Why aren't you sad? You obviously have your own emotions and are cruelly killed. Wouldn't you resent? Wouldn't you hate me? It's because of my reasons that you were created to suffer such torture!"

This is what Mikoto Misaka wants to know the most in her heart.

It's also the most feared.

After she understood the truth, she had nightmares countless times, dreaming that her bloody sisters blamed her, questioned her, and resented her.

They should be sad, how can they not resent?

"Now you understand." Yi Fang Tongling's face was distorted, "They are just dolls, and they won't even resent if they are killed. What if they are not dolls?"

But Mikoto Misaka ignored him, just her eyes were slightly red and she stared at the last work.

"Because...is very happy?" The final effect was a little questionable tone, but it was quickly confirmed. "Although it is an artificial body and an artificial heart for the experiment, the Misaka people are still happy that they can be made, because they can see the beautiful sky, be able to bask in the sun, and touch the cute birds. If it is not made, all these memories will not be there. So the Misaka people are thanking this experiment and thanking their sister. Misaka said seriously and took the opportunity to complain that their shoulders were pinched and hurt by their sister."

In addition to the last little complaint, the last work did have a smile on its face.

She is an unfinished product.

But it seems that because of higher authority, emotional expression is much better than the other Misaka girls.

And Misaka Mikoto... is completely speechless.

gratitude?

I would be grateful if I was killed just because I could see the sky and touch the birds.

Misaka Mikoto was very much like asking something, but she couldn't speak.

They are clones, clones with blank cognition. If anyone tells them that they are dolls, humble and cheap, then they will really think so, and be very happy for such a cheap oneself to enjoy the sunshine.

So, everything is her responsibility.

boom--!

The sudden huge impact drove Misaka Mikoto and the last work out together, and smashed heavily on the ground.

Mikoto Misaka didn't have time to care about the pain in her body. She trembled and her pupils contracted to look at the girl who fell into the mud pit.

No movement.

"Ahhhh! What a joke! What a joke!"

The air around him was very twisted, and his blood-flowing eyes turned into scarlet, and invisible and terrifying power continued to emerge from behind him, as if he had lost consciousness.

He actually said he was grateful?

Being killed so cruelly, and saying thank you?

What a joke!

The memories of childhood appeared in Yifang Tong's mind again. He stood in the ruins in a daze, surrounded by injured people and wailing children.

It's always like this, and you always kill everyone again and again, then kill them all, regardless of whether they are dolls or not.

Anyway, I can only kill people.

In everyone's sight, behind one side, a pair of black wings appeared like a fallen angel.

This is his anger.

It was his despair towards himself, his murderous intent filled with his heart to destroy everything, and even ordinary people in the stands could clearly feel this powerful force like being cursed.

The magicians were all shocked.

"The power of God, this is the power of an angel!" someone said tremblingly, and even collapsed on the ground.

"What the hell is this!"

"The world will be destroyed, that is the demon, the demon's curse!"

"Kill him, you must kill him. If you concentrate all your strength, you must also kill him. Otherwise, not only will the magic be destroyed, but the world will be destroyed by him!"

What happened today and everything in front of you made these magicians completely lose their composure.