Chapter 673 We Misaka Are Powerful, Very Powerful

The carnival is extremely lively. The ideas that people from all over the world hold back in order to show off their strength or please the empire are no joke. Just pick two of the three shows here, and the likes of X Wan will be weak.

This is of course a good thing, but it also has a headache: faced with a dazzling array of programs, each one sounding better than the last, you will find it difficult to make a choice between them in most cases.

Her mother, who had just pulled the child and carried the maid Crow, led the curious Miku Miku to watch the remake of the second season of "Transformers" from Cybertron, and she was very interested in the scene at the end of the film where the gate suddenly collapsed in the middle of the show. I was deeply impressed by the dropped electric three-wheeler. Now I am standing at the three-way intersection in the C-5 area, discussing with Pao Pao whether it is better to watch the King of Fighters 2011 or 12 that Qijia Society and they are tossing, or watch from The Thousand Skeleton Dance in the Undercity is good, and I always feel that no matter which one it is, it is full of melancholy.

"That..." A weak but very magnetic voice intervened at this moment. Miku, who was always confused and was being pulled around by us, was holding her precious green onion (to be honest, I was really curious). Why would she attach so much importance to a green onion, even if it is an important performance prop? This is a bit exaggerated, right?), while expressing her opinion weakly, "Isn't the skeleton dance better?"

I immediately looked at each other in horror.

"I just think I like dancing better." Hatsune shrank her neck, her big eyes still blinking.

"Are you sure? That's really more than a thousand skeletons dancing!"

Hatsune:"……"

Well, it seems that Miku, who likes to sing and dance, did misunderstand the dialectical relationship between skeleton dance and skeleton dance at the first time.

While we were discussing where to go next, a sudden shout from the crowd nearby interrupted my discussion with Paopao: "Eh? Brother Director?"

When I turned around, I happened to see a certain charcoal-burnt girl named Pervert crossing the sky and falling at my feet with a bright electric arc.

I stretched out my hand to pull Kuroko Shirai up, who was still crackling with electricity all over her body. I felt a sense of emotion in my heart: As the degree of perversion gradually deepened and Misaka Mikoto's endurance was rapidly exhausted, Kuroko's screen time and lines became less and less. .

What appeared in front of him was the Academy City girl group: Hanabao, Guita, Kuroko (pronounced biantai, please also add a black box outside the name), and the cheap sister Saten Baofeng.

It seems that the name just now is full of all kinds of subtle pseudonyms.

I haven't seen these four lively little girls since the opening ceremony of the carnival. Later I found out that they had gone to two other gathering places. They said they were already familiar with the Shadow City and wanted to see the other world and the It seems that they have had enough of the scenery on Mars today.

"Well, Mr. Director, this girl is——"

The always polite Hana... Uiharu Shiri caught sight of Miku who was humming softly next to her. The latter's unusual dress and the strange green onion in her hand immediately aroused the former's curiosity.

"Miku Hatsune, a famous person from another world," I quickly introduced to both of them, "Miku Hatsune, these are my friends, equivalent to sisters, Misaka Mikoto, Uiharu Shiri, and this one is Saten Ruiko. , the only one among the three who has an imperial military establishment, can be regarded as your half-boss."

All the girls are very approachable, especially Mikoto's carefree attitude and Miku's lively and friendly style. After being introduced, the girls quickly became familiar with each other.

"Well, Uncle Director, did you miss something?"

A certain carbide that I had been hanging on my hand as a corpse suddenly twitched, and a depressed voice came from below.

I raised my arm and flashed the thin girl hanging on it in front of Miku: "This is a pervert, a wild pervert."

"Crack!" Veins suddenly popped out on Kuroko's forehead, but the girl, who knew that she was no match if the other party didn't resist, rationally gave up on having a full martial arts match with me, and instead jumped off the ground and rushed straight to Misaka Mikoto: "Ah, This is such a heartbreaking misunderstanding, but as long as I have onee-sama’s love, even if I am cast aside by the whole world, Kuroko’s fiery heart will always be burning for onee-sama…”

Boom!

This time, Heizi, you have really gone too far. My nose told me that at that moment it tasted at least seventeen years old!

The lightning halo that burst out from Mikoto blew Kuroko back in the middle of his flight. The latter twitched twice in the air before turning into a full stop on the ground. It was the first time she saw such a brutal way of communicating. Of course, Hatsune was shocked, but the look on our faces showed that we were used to it. In addition, the girl who had just been knocked away by the same arc was resurrected as if nothing had happened. Once, she didn't scream out in surprise, but squatted down on her bed with a look of shock and worry, and stabbed Heizi with a green onion: "She's not dead, is she?"

I thought about it and made a very constructive suggestion: "Mistress, why don't you chop some green onions, I always feel that there is something missing in Kuroko now."

Everyone was silent for a moment, while Miku nervously hugged the green onions in his arms: "This...this is for everyone's cooking tonight!"

I was completely stunned at the time: Are you really going to use it for cooking? My onion lady, please don’t be so broken, okay?

"Okay, okay, stop bullying Heizi. Heizi, please restrain yourself!" Seeing that the girls' "daily" communication activities were almost complete, I waved my hand to attract everyone's attention, "Where are you going?"

Kuroko, who was miraculously resurrected again, replied in his usual impolite tone: "Of course it's the school festival! Don't pat me on the head, uncle!"

"School Festival?" I immediately glanced at Misaka Mikoto, who smiled in my direction and scratched her cheek unnaturally: ***Ten percent of the students in the military academy are Misaka sisters, needless to say , this itinerary plan for the four of them was proposed by Misaka.

"It just so happens that we don't know where to go. Do you mind if we come with you?"

Kuroko Shirai, who had always been worried about her sister coming into contact with any male creature, immediately voted against it, but unfortunately, the other three happily agreed.

Because the distance from the assembly venue to the military academy in the city was a little far, we just used the teleportation method in the city to reach our destination to save trouble. When the white light from the teleportation gradually dissipated, soft exclamations rang out from all around.

That was the exclamation from Misaka and others: The first thing they saw was a circle of ferocious school clubs around them.

I quickly helped explain the pile of Thor mecha spaceship platform No. 1, land-based laser cannon, ecological dome plan, light prism tower retreat furnace, and the red three.

The four girls were silent for a long time, and Mikoto finally sighed: "It seems... they really lived a very happy life."

You are obviously having too much fun. Do you know how troublesome your mass-produced sisters are now?

But if Qian Qian becomes the honorary principal, this result is actually quite normal.

"Ahem, if you want to come to the school festival, do you have any clear goals? In addition to the school festival, there are many interesting activities here." Looking at a few girls who just watched those ferocious club activities, they clicked their tongues. Surprised, I couldn't help but cough softly to remind them not to forget the time.

"Of course!" the outspoken Ruizi immediately raised her hand and replied, "Actually, Mikoto dragged us here after seeing the guide saying that all Misakas would hold a concert today!"

"I'm very sorry. I suddenly remembered that I ran out of soy sauce at home. I'll go back... Hey! Kuroko, what are you doing!"

"Uncle Director's reaction is very suspicious," Kuroko Shirai hugged my waist and pulled me back hard, with a narrow smile on her face. Although she was not strong enough, my escape plan was really good. He was stopped, "Ah, those societies have indeed put up signs suspending their activities!"

"I would like to advise you, people will really die in a while!" I was still making the last effort, but when I was about to collapse, Miku suddenly added: "Eh? The song on the program list... is not mine. Of?"

It's over. In this way, their curiosity must have been aroused even more.

Seeing the reluctant look on my face, Mikoto couldn't help but murmured: "Even for the director brother, such a reaction is too rude. Even if the Misakas don't sing well, as their onii-sama, at least he should Go support it!"

I supported it once, silly girl! Don’t let curiosity turn into curiosity, you know?

But it’s useless to state this reason. If you haven’t heard “Disappear” sung by thousands of people, you will never understand what it means to have your eardrum burst.

Because of my strong protest, it seemed that I was almost misunderstood as a bad brother who turned a blind eye to my sister's efforts, and it seemed impossible to stop several girls, especially Mikoto, from going to the concert. In the end, I had to give up. Risk your life to be with your sister.

In any case, Mikoto's feeling of debt to the Misaka sisters is not easy to make up for. She probably wants to support her sisters in this way - silly girl, you will regret it!

"You will really regret it!"

After being pinned down in the audience seat of the auditorium by Saiko and Kuroko who were smiling cheerfully, I made another unswerving statement to Misaka Mikoto.

"Brother Director, are the Misakas singing really ugly?"

Hearing that I was still so resistant, Mikoto immediately put on a sad look on her face and approached me from the front row and asked.

"You'll find out soon."

With a look of despair on my face, I watched the nearly 10,000 Misaka girls in front of me take their positions in a well-trained manner. They stood in darkness on the first and second floor platforms of the auditorium, and my heart went up and down.

This is just a student auditorium with an ordinary layout, but who could have imagined how terrible things would happen here?

I glanced sideways at a girl holding a green onion two seats away. What I saw on her face was full of expectation. Miku's thoughts were really simple. She was extremely happy that her songs were appreciated. But girl... forget it, just don't leave a psychological shadow on this child.

As the start time of the concert approached, many audience members came one after another. These people were obviously unlucky kids who didn't know anything about it. They came enthusiastically after receiving a flyer from a certain Misaka at the school festival, and There are actually many familiar faces among them.

"Qikasha?"

I watched in surprise as a tall man passed by me and called out to him.

The tall white-haired man was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked surprised when he turned around to see me: "...Emperor? Why do you appear in a place like this?"

I suppressed the feeling of gloating that I had so many backings, and tried to calmly say: "Come and listen to the chorus of the sisters."

"I thought you would stay in your palace or attend a royal ceremony," Qijiashe led Charmi and Chris to sit down near us, "I didn't expect you to appear in such a civilian place. "

"Why are civilians not civilians? How many civilians are there in Shadow City? Let's not talk about this for now. Just now I saw you greeting Kusanagi Kyo, did you shake hands and make peace?"

"How is that possible! That was a battle that lasted for thousands of years!" Qijiashe immediately showed a serious expression, even a little bit eager to fight, but the next second he calmed down and scratched the back of his head with his big hand depressedly, "It's just It's almost time for the advanced evaluation. Fighting at this time is considered a serious violation of discipline. Chris plans to apply for an art student at the military academy. I want to get him a shadow city residence registration in the spring of next year, but if he violates the discipline, it will be completely over. .”

I:"……"

"Just asking, when did you take up the post? Didn't I hear that your Eight Elites don't listen to anyone except Orochi?"

I have known this for a long time. Although all the worlds know the power of the empire, those other worlds are not lacking in all kinds of stubborn characters. The Eight Masters are even more arrogant. At the beginning, we convened the time and space management When the bureau examiner came, these people all gave up on signing up.

When I asked, even Charmi showed a subtle tangled expression. After a long time, he sighed quietly: "I didn't expect you didn't know that not long ago, two census takers from the Star Territory God Clan came to our world..."

My expression suddenly collapsed: "What?"

"Then my Lord sentenced him to 60,000 years of reeducation through labor for working without a certificate and pretending to be a civil servant."

"..."

"Fortunately, Ashe kept the reviewer chip that you originally gave us for registration. We explained to the affairs officer of the Star Realm God Realm that our world is actually a small town on the border of the Empire, and the local Heavenly Gods are actually employees of the Empire. Because it is convenient Management, so I gave myself the title of 'God Clan', which can prevent my Lord from being sent directly to the God Realm from the seal."

"..."

"But in order to go through the formalities, we still have to come to the Space and Time Administration to issue a unit introduction letter to the Star Realm God Realm..."

"When I opened the letter, Ashe saw the admission notice of the Military Academy. It said that children of company employees or blood relatives can be given priority for admission..."

Qijiashe had been covering her face with her hands and lowering her head in silence since just now. Only then did she mutter muffledly: "Anyway, my lord has applied for an imperial household registration. He expresses his admiration for your empire and your people, so we Just came to work."

I cried silently after listening to the two lines. They all say that if a man sheds tears and doesn't shed them lightly, it's because his balls haven't hurt yet. If the pain reaches a certain limit, I'll see how many of you won't shed tears!

I have been working as a hands-off boss for so many years, but I didn’t expect that the Space-Time Administration has turned into such a cruel thing?

"It's nothing unexpected." Old God Pao was nestling in my arms and eating potato chips. Although he claimed that it was to show the harmony between husband and wife, he looked like a little daughter being led by adults to watch a show. "A planet-level The personality fragments of consciousness, no matter how powerful they are in the setting of their own world, are not enough for us: we only have dozens of 'Zero' type planet battleships, and one Earth is considered a monster... eh eh eh! Her dad, it seems It’s time to sing!”

As soon as I heard this, I prepared to cover my ears without saying a word. However, this action happened to be seen by Heizi who was next to me. This weird guy seemed to have expected this action from me, although he didn't understand why I was so afraid of hearing it. Misaka sisters' concert, but she still grabbed my arm decisively.

In order to avoid straining the sunspot, I naturally slowed down my movements a step. As a result, with such a hesitation, a sound wave visible to the naked eye was pushed forward like a wall.

wait wait wait! I have not……

"Buzz buzz"

The weak protest only had time to make a move. I originally planned to activate the sound barrier the moment the Misakas started singing, but it was a step late because of Kuroko's interruption. Just such a second of hesitation, that unprecedented million. ***The chorus "The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku" came over me with its magical sound. Suddenly, it was like my mind was filled with twenty kilograms of Wang Zhi and fermented bean curd. I didn't know anything anymore.

At the last moment before falling into chaos, I finally saw something comforting out of the corner of my eye, such as the large number of unlucky people in the audience, the unlucky person next to me who was worrying about his hukou, and more. For example, the unlucky guy who tried to stop me from covering my ears just now has been brutally murdered himself. It’s really all kinds of support and joy.

Like a small boat floating in the full-range sound wave created by more than 9,000 Misakas, under the effect of the resonance cavity that gently shook the entire auditorium, the audience was filled with gloom and sorrow.

"Sister-sama, give me power..."

Kuroko fell.

"Brother, director, there are so many stars, hehe, there are so many stars."

Leizi also fell down.

"I saw...my lord's call!"

Qijiashe fell.

"Her dad, take good care of our children and my figurines..."

Even the bubbles slipped out.

When all the panting creatures around me fell down with straight eyes under the full-range resonance sound wave with nearly 10,000 sound sources, I felt that I should leave something behind at this time.

Sincerely:

Father God in Heaven, due to some sad and irresistible reasons, I am very likely to pay you a visit today - Emperor Xiling Chen Jun’s last words.