Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Everyone I brought was being manipulated, right in that instant.

"How about it?"

"Pretty impressive, huh? Did you know when I made my move?"

Shokuhou Misaki stretched out her fingers, which were covered by spiderweb lace gloves, and waved them gently in front of her. Her expression was one of extreme pride.

"Nowadays, the remote control is no longer a necessary medium for me to activate my abilities."

After saying that, Makoto Haramura turned his gaze to Makoto Haramura.

"Praise me! I've been working really hard these past few days."

Chapter 371 The Collapse of a Saint

Normally, activating an ability only requires mental calculation and does not require a medium such as a wand, as is the case with magicians in novels.

This is something everyone in Academy City knows.

However, Misaki Shokuhou needs certain conditions to activate her ability.

She needs a TV remote control as the medium to activate her abilities.

Because her abilities, based on her calculation skills, are simply not capable of precise control.

It is indeed possible to control the human brain in an instant.

However, this version of Misaki Shokuhou cannot precisely control how many people she wants to control, whether to brainwash them, or which aspects of their memories to erase, etc.

Therefore, she used to need to use a TV remote control, distinguishing different buttons on the remote to refine her abilities.

But now that her power has increased significantly, she no longer needs anything as superfluous as a TV remote control.

(It failed.)

Without uttering those words, Saku Tatsuhiko closed his eyes.

He took control of everyone in an instant, which meant that all his backup plans were eliminated in an instant.

In the current situation, even if one wanted to use a custom-made bomb to commit mutual destruction, it wouldn't be possible.

Saku Tatsuhiko feels like a death row inmate awaiting execution.

With his eyes closed, he completely lost the will to resist.

He was only armed with a submachine gun; he wasn't that naive to be facing two Level 5 superhumans.

"Speaking of which, Makoto, I've also figured out a very interesting move these past few days."

After doing all this, Misaki Shokuhou's expression remained unchanged. She stood up and, still smiling, refilled Makoto Haramura's teacup with tea.

"Saku... Tatsuhiko, right? Do you know what percentage of the human body is water?"

Saku Tatsuhiko did not answer; he was filled with fear.

He didn't even hear what Misaki Shokuhou had just said; his mind was completely blank.

Fortunately, Misaki Shokuhou never expected this guy to answer her.

Instead, he continued explaining to himself:

"Newborns: Approximately 90%"

"Infants and young children: approximately 80%"

"Adolescence: approximately 75% for males and 70% for females."

"Adulthood: Approximately 70% for men and approximately 65% ​​for women."

"Elderly people: about 65% are men and about 55% are women."

"In particular, water accounts for 99% of the brain and spinal cord."

It was a rather nasty smile, yet within that smile seemed to lie a hint of anticipation and disgust.

However, Saku Tatsuhiko seemed to have remembered something, and his unfocused pupils refocused.

Immediately afterwards, Misaki Shokuhou's words, like a devil's whisper, rang out.

"My ability is quite simple: I can manipulate the water content in the human brain."

"Before, I could only do things like modify memories, but what level do you think I can do now?"

"Ah... ah ah ah..."

Saku Tatsuhiko let out a terrified cry.

He wanted to make more sounds, but these were all he could make at the moment.

"I understand what you want to do."

"Xiao Qi, this scene is much bloodier than what I just witnessed. Can you handle it?"

Makoto Haramura frowned and put down his teacup.

"Don't worry, it's no problem."

Misaki Shokuhou raised her snow-white neck proudly, and at the same time, a powerful magical energy emanated from her body.

"Is that so? Well then, it's time for you to see blood with your own hands."

"Ah."

"Snapped--!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another crisp snap of fingers rang out.

"***!"

It felt like a balloon that had overinflated and burst, and countless heads just exploded with a crackling sound.

In an instant, the once beautiful garden was stained with crimson blood and white brain matter, turning it into a riot of colors.

The rusty, bloody smell instantly filled the air.

One by one, headless corpses slowly fell to the ground, instantly turning this place, which was once a paradise on earth, into hell.

"Well……"

"Ugh."

Makoto Haramura sighed, stood up abruptly, and placed his hand on Misaki Shokuhou's back.

"I told you, this kind of scene is too exciting for you."

……

Inside Makoto Haramura's villa in the 18th school district.

If we calculate the time now, it should be the second day.

After finishing everything yesterday, it was already very late. In addition, although Xiao Qi insisted that she was fine, she was still greatly shocked when she saw such a bloody scene.

Xiao Qi had certainly killed people before.

For a superpowered person in that position to say they haven't had blood on their hands is pure nonsense.

Nowadays, among all the superpowered individuals, the only one who can say that their hands are completely clean is probably Misaka Mikoto.

However, due to the special nature of Xiao Qi's abilities, her previous killings were all similar to using someone else to do the dirty work.

Occasionally there would be instances of blood spurting out, but it was never as disgusting as this headless corpse.

And it wasn't just one or two headless corpses, it was thousands of people simultaneously exploding.

Such a bloody scene is something that even a seasoned veteran might not have seen, let alone a young girl like Misaki Shokuhou. It's perfectly normal for her to feel physically and mentally uncomfortable.

As Xiaoqi's boyfriend, he couldn't just leave her, so he stayed with her that night and comforted her throughout the night.

He didn't return until the next day, when her mental state had completely improved.

So the next evening, when he returned home, he saw a group of people busy at work near his house.

It's about four or five hundred meters from his house.

It was a group of about several dozen people dressed in very ordinary clothes.

These people chatted and laughed as they carried out various tasks on the rooftop.

For example, they install iron railings, paint the walls, and some even post advertisements and flyers. There are also guys who graffiti on the walls with chalk.

These scenes give the impression that these people are actually working inside.

However, these are all just superficial phenomena.

If there were any magicians present, they would quickly realize that these people were not doing ordinary work; all of their work was to act as mediums for casting spells.

The power called magic is gradually beginning to take effect as these actions unfold.

"Amakusa-style Cross-Cultural Religion?"

Makoto Haramura's sudden voice shattered the joyful atmosphere among them.

For a moment, everyone's movements froze, and everyone put down what they were doing.

Wu, who was also working there, suddenly brightened up.

Accompanying Wuhe was a tall, slender man wearing a loose white shirt and jeans that even Shangpree could fit into. On the front of his shirt were two red stripes that crossed each other, forming a cross pattern.

The man's hair was messy, as if he hadn't woken up yet, but it seemed to have been coated with hair wax, giving it an eerie black sheen, like the shell of a stag beetle. He wore basketball shoes with laces that were over a meter long.

However, for some reason, the shoelaces were not tied, and a leather rope was hanging around the neck, with four small electric fans about ten centimeters in diameter strung on the rope.

What should I say!

This is quite an odd outfit; someone dressed like that would definitely stand out if they walked down the street.

However, this outfit is definitely not without purpose.

The Amakusa-style Cross Cult, which excels at blending into people and society, always uses ordinary behaviors in daily life to activate magic. These behaviors, including clothing, food, housing, and transportation, all have their own meanings. Finally, they are pieced together into a formula to activate magic.

Therefore, the man's outfit is definitely meaningful and not a matter of poor taste.

However, compared to that, Wuhe's attire was much better.

The man and Gowa walked up to Haramura Makoto and grinned.

"Hello, Mr. Haramura."

The man raised one hand, gesturing casually, and spoke casually.

“My name is Kenmiya Saiji, and I am currently serving as the acting pope of the Amakusa-style Cross Church.”

Acting Pope.

In other words, this man is the current temporary leader of the Amakusa-style Cross Church.

His words make it easy to understand that the true pope of the Amakusa-style Cross Church is only Kanzaki Kaori, and this is a matter that cannot be compromised.

Other members of the Amakusa-style Cross Church include men and women, young and old, and they all dress indistinguishably from ordinary people, allowing them to blend into the crowd very naturally.

These people, including Wuhe and Jian Gongzhai, totaled fifty-two members, who are now the entire membership of the Amakusa-style Cross-Shaped Cult.

Although they continued with their own work, their eyes were fixed on Makoto Haramura with gleaming eyes.

"Are you constructing a barrier?"

Inscribe magical formulas on objects to store weak magic, and immediately activate the barrier when needed.

"A technique to exorcise people."

"I didn't expect you to know so much about magic."

This time, it was Jian Gongzhai's turn to be surprised.

He hadn't expected that Makoto Haramura, a scientist, could see through their magic spell so quickly.

Normally speaking, it's already very rare for people on the scientific side to know about the existence of magic, let alone be able to distinguish the types and categories of magic. This goes beyond simply being rare.

"It's quite normal for me, there's no need to be so surprised."

All 103,000 magic books are stored in his mind.

He may not have had time to learn many of the spells inside, but he has no problem recognizing them.

Or rather, there simply isn't any magic in this world that he doesn't recognize.

"Ok."