Akira Sakurai looked back with gnawing eyes. The train door had slowly opened, revealing a slender young man in the thick smoke.
He was holding a long and narrow tachi in his right hand, and his long black windbreaker was swinging wildly. His smooth black hair was gently swaying in the wind, and below was a pair of extremely sharp golden pupils.
Yuan's innocent lips move, and every note he spits out is like the emperor's decree, Yanling·Kingdom.
From the beginning, Sakurai Akira underestimated the law enforcers, especially the Amaterasu Order, which had been passed down from generation to generation within the Snake Qihachi family.
Hundreds of times the gravity and magnetic field evenly squeezed every inch of his body's bones, including his flesh and blood.
The stagnation of blood caused Akira Sakurai's brain to gradually lack oxygen, and he had to keep kneeling on his knees to make his body feel better.
The girl dressed in black came with a sharp short knife and looked down at Sakurai Akira expressionlessly, as if the cat who looked at him with starry eyes on the train and was going to Otaru to bury Madoka never existed.
And now, she was going to stab herself in the neck with a knife.
Akira Sakurai's beast-like golden eyes suddenly revealed complex human emotions. Did she feel betrayed and disappointed?
No, more like anger. Anger at the world.
He thought Madoka would be the last light he would encounter in this world, and the light shone warmly on his face.
But now, this light is fake. It does not come from the scorching sun, but from the light in the interrogation room.
Just like his life, he will always live in a script controlled by others.
If you give me the power, let me completely destroy this world.
Sakurai Akira thought so in his heart.
He felt a warm current surge through his mind, and then his heart tightened suddenly, as if someone was holding him tightly.
Sakurai Akira lay on the ground wailing in pain. He seemed to be able to hear his heartbeat beating like a drum. His limbs and bones were in severe pain, and the sealed power was continuously output along with the rushing blood.
This is the change after the injection is completely absorbed.
After a short period of severe pain, Sakurai Akira suddenly realized that he could stand up slowly.
Then he looked at the girl who was close at hand, with a half-smiling expression on his face, and then recited the dragon inscription.
The realm of Yanling·Kingdom comes.
Sakura Yabuki, or Madoka in particular, couldn't bear the force of the short sword she held out and fell to her knees immediately. The manic gravity field centered on Sakurai Akira and continued to spread in all directions.
Crow and Yasha, who were far away, looked at each other in surprise, only to realize that they could not even lift a finger.
Sakurai Akira turned around and looked at Yuan Zhisheng. For the first time, he saw slight surprise in those ancient and unwavering eyes.
"Is this the pleasure of controlling the world?"
Sakurai Akira slowly put his hand on the head of Yabuki Sakura who was kneeling on the ground and struggling. It seemed that with just a little force, he could break the skull and see the brain.
"boom!"
A gunshot suddenly rang out, and everyone looked to hear it. Caesar was slowly walking out of the train door holding a silver Desert Eagle. Behind him were Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei.
"It is not the behavior of a gentleman to extend his claws to a lady." Caesar said elegantly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Several more shots were fired in succession, and Akira Sakurai's hand was shaken continuously. Caesar's shooting skills were very accurate. Even the trajectory of the bullet was calculated perfectly, and Yabuki Sakura was not accidentally injured.
Sakurai Akira roared angrily. Although the alchemy bullet did not actually hurt him, it made him feel angry.
However, there was a figure who reacted faster than him, coming almost as fast as the wind, pulling out a blue cold light from the sky, illuminating his eyes.
This was a knife that Yuan Zhisheng charged up after a fierce charge. The knife struck Sakurai Akira's right arm that was completely covered in scales, almost cutting off half of the flesh inside.
Then he stepped heavily on Akira Sakurai's chest, kicking his entire body backwards, and the field of Word Spirit King Quan naturally dissipated.
Sakurai Ming glanced at him hastily. Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were filled with murderous intent. When the furious emperor pulled out his sword, the gods and demons also had to retreat.
Sakurai Akira doesn't know the story between Sakurai Akira and Yabuki Sakura, but at this moment they are a bit like fighting for a woman. However, whether it is human society or the animal world, when males compete for mates, the winner is usually the strong one. By.
Even though Akira Sakurai has gained sublime power, he is no longer what he used to be, but his mentality is still full of fear of law enforcement officers, and the mask of disguise can almost be broken with a poke.
Minamoto Zhisheng held the handle of the dark red knife of Spider-Kiri, raised both hands together, and slashed it down again in a straight line, with the blade pointing straight at Sakurai Akira's door.
The whistling sound made Sakurai Akira feel scared, as if even the pale and hard scales could not stop the knife.
He rolled on the spot, avoiding the cut, and looked towards the deep valley not far away.
Escape, you can escape.
After getting out of the small and cramped carriage, Akira Sakurai realized that the world was so big and he could already escape from the sight of law enforcement officers. He was not willing to live a happy life for only ten days.
There is no need for him to stay here and waste time.
So without thinking, Sakurai Akira didn't care about the law enforcer behind him. After getting up, he went straight to the cliff of the mountain stream where Yasha had just released water.
"Is he going to commit suicide?"
Crow stared at the scene in stunned silence.
"He wanted to run."
Caesar calmly appeared beside the raven.
"magazine."
The blond noble prince looked at the figure who was running away in a hurry, stretched out his hand behind him, and met Lu Mingfei's embarrassed expression.
"It's too heavy. I didn't bring anything extra with me."
Lu Mingfei whispered.
"…………"
Without any hesitation, Sakurai Akira, who was covered in scales, jumped twice and fell vertically in the mountain stream nearly 100 meters away.
He chose a most unexpected path.
And this may just be a way to survive.
"Search. You want to see people alive, and you want to see corpses when dead."
Yuan Zhisheng cut the spider into its sheath, and gave orders with an unclear expression on his face.
Caesar was a little joking. From this point of view, they didn't capture Sakurai Akira, so it was a tie.
Chu Zihang walked up the first two steps.
"Don't clean the genetic blood stained on the knife for now. I suspect there is some kind of mutation in Sakurai Akira's body."
Even if he degenerates into a deadpool, Sakurai Akira will never have the possibility of escaping from the three of them.
The power that continuously erupts like a volcano in his body is very unusual, like a real dragon resurgence.
Yuan Zhisheng nodded and threw the spider to the crow who was responsible for maintenance.
He had an inexplicable hunch that Sakurai Akira's unusual escape was actually driven by an invisible hand.
It's just that Long Yuan's plan is about to unfold, and he's afraid he won't have time to follow this line.
Yuan Zhisheng looked back at the Cassel Academy trio, pursed his lips and said nothing.
At the foot of the mountain, pieces of cherry blossoms were falling, covering Sakurai Akira's body that was broken like a stone, but still strong and breathing.
His shoulders have clearly protruded with broad membrane wings. Although they have not been fully expanded, they can still bring great cushioning.
The dying young man opened his eyes, and in the blur he could only see the snake-eye umbrella opened above his head and the bright red.
