"Hey!"
Just as Oreos was daydreaming wildly.
Kamijou Touma, with his head lowered, suddenly spoke.
"You don't think that by cutting off my right hand, you can stop my Imagine Breaker, do you?"
The eyes hidden by the hair seemed to be flashing red light.
Oleos's emotions were spiraling out of control.
“Wait…wait!…Don’t think about it anymore…!…Don’t be…anxious…Now you have to…!”
He could only pray, but he still couldn't stop thinking.
But look up again.
In an instant, a huge amount of fear accompanied by goose bumps crawled up his skin, and a creepy chill mixed with tarsus in his spine.
What did he see!?
The blood gushing out of the boy's right hand like a fountain underwent an abnormal change. The blood flow began to expand, and it looked like blood was sprinkled on a transparent glass sculpture. An incredible transparent object began to take shape.
What came out from the broken right arm was not a human arm.
It's a head.
Not only Oreos, but the audience was also suddenly confused.
Apparently they hadn’t expected this;
Is there an equally terrifying power inside this arm?!
"Dragon... This thing is a dragon!! A great dragon!" The limb-jointed Greg screamed madly, and the loud and high-pitched voice shook the whole Stonewell!
"Wait...what on earth is this? What's going on..." Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki, who also live in Academy City, each showed different levels of panic.
"Could it be that, like my Kurama, he is a partner living inside my body?!" Uzumaki Naruto made such a guess when he saw this.
"....Yes, let them see this masterpiece that is enough to make all life throb." In Academy City, Aleister Crowley, who was soaking in nutrient solution, obviously knew where this thing came from, and also knew that...even those guys who knew Imagine Breaker would find it difficult to guess where this thing came from.
This is a dragon head!
Moreover, it is over two meters in size, hideous and ferocious, and it is the head of the huge and powerful Dragon King that only appears in ancient legends.
The dragon head, which was supposed to be transparent and invisible, was stained with blood. The boy waved it like his own arm, slowly opening the jaw with a long row of teeth like saws.
It’s like it’s saying, this is the true face of right hand power.
Teeth, exposed.
Fear...utter fear.
Even when Stiyl's body gradually recovered, he couldn't stop the fear.
I tried my best to suppress the fear that was about to burst through my heart.
Oleos tried to make a final resistance. This should be just a monster created by Oleos's "anxiety". So as long as he calmed down and eliminated this "anxiety", this strange monster that was living in the boy should disappear.
But the transparent Dragon King was staring at Oreos quietly with his eyes.
Just this alone made Oleos feel his vision becoming increasingly narrow due to fear.
The ominous creature with its jaw extended to its limit was already approaching his face.
Before being dominated by the shadow, the alchemist's mind was blank, without any thoughts.
"Impossible...I can't win..."
The moment he thought this, the Dragon King's jaws opened to the limit and swallowed the alchemist whole from the top of his head.
So far...the shady stuff.
The story restarts and the scene moves to a long rest in the hospital ward.
Only the audience who were previously excited, pessimistic or crazy about the show are sitting here waiting.
However, this live broadcast room was rarely silent.
Silence...dead silence.
There is one final scene to the Dragon King’s Roar.
These images were deeply imprinted in the minds of the audience, making it impossible for them to open their mouths and speak.
Chapter 14. Misaka Sister
Quite a dramatic ending.
There was an uproar.
On the verge of death, he came up with an idea.
Surrounded by enemies on all sides, we faced challenges head-on.
Desperate situation, reversal.
The plot changes qualitatively one after another and is closely linked.
[The invincible Oreos has fallen]
It's like the night before dawn.
Those who desire to touch the dawn must first touch the last darkness before dawn.
Pure, deep darkness.
It represents despair and destruction.
Oreos almost brought the story to an end, but he couldn't survive the late night before dawn.
The dark and surging beam of light condensed into the Jaw of the Dragon King.
There is no clue of its origin from the editing.
Is it time, or is it an afterimage?
Was it his uneasy mood that caused Oreos to have hallucinations?
Not sure..
But this is really... solemn, mysterious, terrifying...
Even the live broadcast room was in turmoil.
There were also many comments mocking Oreos for getting what he deserved.
But they were basically all submerged under the influence of the Jaw of the Dragon King.
"This is really irritating!!" In a school in the Qingri world, Ito Makoto stared with his eyes wide open. His mind was overwhelmed by the majestic aura and his heart stopped suddenly, and he died instantly.
"It was a victory of luck, no doubt, but it was also a victory achieved through strength."
In the timeline of the second part of JOJO, Wamuu saw this moment and admired it very much.
Looking at the screen, this warrior who advocates duels had fire in his eyes, clenched his fists, and analyzed step by step the arrangement of the boy named Kamijou Touma to win in a deep voice.
"Psychological offensive, lowering the psychological defenses, through this series of IQ games, the nearly perfect enemy is forced to the point of self-doubt, and finally the trick that serves as a comeback... Although from the point of view of this boy's amnesia, he should not know the source of this trick and the activation procedure, but... Luck only favors those who are prepared."
This is just... so exciting.
"Yes, this power, which is even comparable to that of the ancient giants, does have hidden functions... It's such a pity that it fell into another world, otherwise I would definitely be able to use it to change something!"
Masaki Keigo knocked on the table. As the top scientist in the Tiga worldview, his eyes were full of obsession and fanaticism:
"I can imagine... I can imagine... I can imagine this kind of power. If I could grab it and place it on the light that I am about to become, how perfect I would become!"
The audience still has no idea what kind of power this dragon possesses.
But this ability, which is a trump card, cannot be too inferior no matter how you think about it!
After being initially shocked and astonished by the dragon head.
The audience also changed their tone, and the topic tended to praise Touma's journey.
This is a victory without any halo of the protagonist!
Yes...it was this young man named Kamijou Touma who, through his own efforts and wisdom, defeated the powerful enemy in this battle!
"Although he also had the benefit of his own cheats, his ability to create an opportunity for victory at the last moment is not something that can be achieved simply by relying on so-called fate." Demiurge weighed the frame of his glasses and sincerely praised these slightly different humans in the other world.
After going around in circles, the topic is still those few words.
[Chance and destiny favor those who are prepared]
same.
This difficult and risky battle to turn the tide was also talked about with great relish by the audience in Academy City.
"Tsk, you talk a lot, but you're actually good at doing things!" Misaka Mikoto couldn't help but praise him.
Although I don't know what the dragon head that exploded later was..
"This guy..." Thinking of this, Misaka Mikoto got excited, and rubbed her hands with a healthy and kind smile: "So, every time you fought with me before, you were just fooling me... Tsk, damn bastard, next time we see each other, I will force you to use that super strong power!!"
As he finished speaking, an electric current ran through his short brown hair.
Obviously, morale is high.
[What... Onee-sama's interest in apes has skyrocketed, Kuroko is in big trouble!!]
These words made Heizi extremely jealous.
At this moment when her blood was boiling, an elegant and playful smile suddenly interrupted Misaka Mikoto's fantasy.
It’s Shokuhou Misaki.
"Huh?? What are you laughing at?"
"No, it's okay.. I just thought of something happy."
The latter covered her lips and chuckled, pointing to her side in a dignified manner: "It's just that, Miss Electric Shock, have you noticed that your mentality is a little out of tune with the students next to you?"
【ha...??】
Misaka Mikoto frowned mischievously.
Look back in a flash.
I watched in amazement as these quiet young ladies from Tokiwadai were enjoying this exciting game.
[But...what does this have to do with my desire to fight Kamijou Touma? ]
"It's a big deal."
Shokuhou Misaki smiled and straightened her body, her ample wealth shaking as well. Under Misaka Mikoto's unhappy gaze, she said, "It's like, everyone is talking about heroes, but the zombie Misakamon is talking about eating heroes~~Ah! It seems like I accidentally compared Misaka-san to something weird, but if you think about it, it seems to be true, isn't it?"
Zombie Misakamon...
【bilibili...】The sound of the electric current also indicated that Misaka Mikoto was getting angry. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she suppressed her emotions: "You are really good at talking...you guy."
However, faced with Misaka Mikoto's unhappy counterattack.
The shining girl with golden hair hummed a song contentedly, and her smile was particularly sarcastic.
And at this moment..
Outside of Academy City.
The Vatican, the seat of the Roman Orthodox Church.
A man who is as famous as the Demon God Monk..
On the left side of God’s Right Seat, the handsome god, with his pale face covered in powder, also showed a slight surprise.
This was obviously slightly different from the treasure he knew about, which had appeared on the battlefield in 1900.
This dragon head that exudes extremely strong threatening power is obviously not the original effect of the spiritual weapon.
"Is there something wrong, or is it slightly different from that thing?"
Zuo Fangdi, whose real name is 'Handsome God', stroked his chin, his sharp eyes flashing with a playful light.
And now the English Puritan local.
Archbishop Laura Stewart also rarely stopped smiling.
