Chapter 18

Miyako Eri does not have much respect for gods. After all, she has seen many "gods", made friends with many "gods", and has been the opponent of many "gods".

She has experienced being friends with "gods" or being enemies.

Even Gojo Satoru, who is trying to get home next to him, was once called the "Son of God".

"...What on earth is this...?"

Nakahara Chuya doesn't really believe in the "gods" Miyako Eri talks about, although he himself is also a god in a certain sense.

Drawing an analogy with myself, I probably know what Miyako Eri means, but in fact it is still a bit hard to accept.

After all, it's a bit too much to call something like a "god" that can make one's eyes blurry and make one feel nauseous. If you say it's a devil, he can still accept it.

"No matter what he is, just drive him out, right?"

Gojo Satoru accepted it well, even though he had never seen this thing before, but to be honest, this thing is different from the cursed spirits he had seen before. What's the difference?

They are just some things that make people want to wash their eyes after looking at them.

Gojo Satoru made a shooting gesture with one hand, then turned his head to look at Miyako Eri, gesturing for him to point out the position.

"It's too far, I can't see clearly."

The eyes of the usually powerful little girl were not so strong this time. She knew what Gojo Satoru wanted to ask when he looked at her sideways, but it was a pity that she couldn't find the answer herself.

She could not find the core of the source of the contamination.

"Hey."

After hearing these words, Gojo Satoru became more energetic. He was used to the little girl's red rabbit eyes being able to accurately point out the core position to him every time. Who would have thought that this time the pair of rabbit eyes would malfunction? What's up?

A surprised sigh came out of his mouth, but Gojo Satoru was not very disappointed.

He just aimed at the huge black shadow and moved his aim to the top of the opponent's head. "No matter what, hitting the head is always right, right?"

With a chuckle, standing to Miyako Eri's right Zhongyuan Zhong on the side also pressed down his hat that was lifted up by the impact with some fear.

Although he knew that the man who claimed to be a magician was strong when he was casually attacked by Gojo Satoru, the other person was actually far more powerful than he imagined.

This guy...

Nakahara Chuuya probably knew why Mori Ogai asked him to observe these two people up close.

It’s hard to imagine how powerful some people are without witnessing it with your own eyes.

Tsk, here comes another troublesome guy from Yokohama.

Nakahara Zhongya thought so, and unconsciously turned his attention to Miyako Eri.

The little girl has grown up a lot compared to when he first met her, and has almost caught up with his height.

The whole person's temperament has also changed slightly, and it is completely different from the confused feeling when I first met him.

Now Miyako Eri is more like a battle-hardened warrior.

There was a strong smell of war on her body.

Zhongyuan Zhongya was sure that he was not mistaken.

Even though Miyako Eri seems to be an ordinary person without any special powers, this female warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles is by no means a character who can be fooled casually.

"Bring me closer."

Miyako Eri didn't know that when she was so nervous, the port mafia officer next to her, who seemed to be here to help but actually hadn't done anything, was still mentally evaluating the two of them. When looking for "sources of pollution", her focus has always been on expelling outsiders.

She stretched out her hand towards Gojo Satoru. In her other hand, she still held the steel rod she had pulled off from somewhere, and dragged it on the ground, leaving a long trace.

Gojo Satoru did not turn around to answer, but stretched out his hand backwards, motioning for Miyako Eri to hold his hand.

He didn't mind dragging in Miyako Eri and her steel rod.

After being killed by the impact of a spell, many contaminated bodies were killed. Gojo Satoru finally cleared a path for himself and Miyako Eri to lead to the culprit.

His broad palm held Miyako Eri's hand firmly, indicating that the other party would report the point as soon as he found the target.

"Left chest."

After gaining the distance advantage, Miyako Eri immediately saw the core target. She raised the hand held by Gojo Satoru and stretched out her index finger to point out the direction.

"There, just give me a shot."

Under the circumstances of labor, Miyako Eriken obviously would not go up to fight head-on.

She has always been very self-aware.

"Understood."

Gojo Satoru became energetic after being called. The red eyes behind his sunglasses stared intensely at the opponent's left chest, and asked Miyako Eri to give him a precise position.

"Virtual style, "興". "

There was sudden silence in Nakahara Chuya's ears, and he couldn't hear any sound.

Whether it was the fight with the polluted source just now, or the roar of the huge black shadow.

Nothing could be heard, as if the sound was no longer in the air.

In the eerie silence, Nakahara moved, and then he lost his expression as he looked at the space in front of him that seemed to be swallowed up by a black hole. This was

the power of Yokohama's number one magician.

He looked back at Gojo Satoru behind him with confidence. After looking at the expression on the other person's face, he keenly realized that the power revealed was just the tip of the iceberg. If it were him... Nakahara Chu.

I am also sure that if I really want to fight with the opponent as an enemy, I must spare no effort from the beginning.

Gojo Satoru... this guy really has the ability to be proud,

unlike Nakahara Chuuya who was shocked .
Her memory has not yet been fully restored, but she is very aware of how powerful Gojo Satoru is, so after Gojo Satoru launched an attack at the core she pointed out, she did not sigh for the opponent's power, but seized the opportunity to see Has the core of the pollution source been cleared by Gojo Satoru?

After seeing that the core of the pollution source was completely destroyed, Miyako Eri breathed a sigh of relief.

She nodded to Gojo Satoru, "It seems to have been solved. "

...That's it..."

Gojo Satoru was a little unfinished. It was rare for him to prepare for a big trip in another world, but he found that the enemy's level was not worth it.

This made him a little depressed.

The ability of the pollution source is actually not strong. It's not too strong. From the perspective of the magic world, it can be regarded as a first-level curse spirit at most. It's just that the assimilated polluted body is a bit troublesome...

but the "concept" of that thing is very confusing. If it weren't for the palace Furu Eri has quite a lot of experience in fighting against this kind of existence. Maybe he is still struggling with how to find the well-hidden body at this moment.

"In this case, the black-haired guy should be fine, right?" 

Compared to Miyako Eri, Gojo Satoru seemed to have a different interest in Dazai Osamu. His attention to Dazai Osamu even surprised Miyako Eri.

"Now that the source of the pollution has been solved, Mr. Dazai... there should be nothing going on."

Miyako Eri was not very sure about this. After all, there are all kinds of supernatural powers in this world, and she also I don’t know if there are any people with superpowers in the assimilated contaminated bodies, and whether those assimilated superpowers can still use their contaminated superpowers.

Miyako Eri couldn't help showing a headache expression when she mentioned that existences from the outside world had mutated after merging with certain special power systems in this world.

She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have encountered such a thing once. As a result, she couldn't handle it alone and had to ask for help everywhere.

In the end, it seemed that Nana had some time to come over to help...

Speaking of which...

who is Nana?

A series of names went through Miyako Eri's mind, but unfortunately she didn't fully remember who these people were.

The only thing that is certain is that these people are his companions.

Because even if you can't remember the other person's face, as long as you mention the name, you will feel warm in your heart, and you will unconsciously want to smile on your face.

"Go back, Eri-chan?"

The frown on Miyako Eri's face had not completely dissipated. When she came to her senses, her forehead felt cold, and she looked up to see the enlarged version of Gojo Satoru's sunglasses face appearing in front of her. .

The other party poked her between the eyebrows with a cold finger.

"What are you thinking about? You are so absorbed that the teacher called you several times?"

"...I'm just a little distracted..."

Miyako Eri leaned back and avoided Gojo Satoru's fingers, and looked to the side with a solemn expression to reassess. Nakahara Chuuya, who was in the danger level of Gojo Satoru, said, "Now that the source of pollution has been eliminated, we have completed the port mafia's commission."

The little girl with long white hair could now look straight at Nakahara Chuuya.

"Please confirm, Mr. Nakahara."

"Ah, I understand."

Nakahara returned to his senses and nodded. He couldn't help but look at the water plant that was a complete circular ruin, and the corners of his mouth twitched covertly.

"I will report it to the BOSS truthfully."

From the "conceptual" nature of the pollution source to how it was called a "god" and then easily eliminated by Gojo Satoru, a magician.

He was a bit confused, but BOSS definitely knew how they should deal with this threat.

Nakahara Chuuya thought so, but his intuition told him that compared to Gojo Satoru, he seemed to care more about Miyako Eri, who seemed to have grown up a little but not changed much.

But even though Miyako Eri has grown a lot compared to when they first met, she is still essentially a harmless girl.

He neither possesses powerful spell power like Gojo Satoru, nor is he a person with supernatural powers.

There aren't even many traces of physical training on his body.

It's just that his eyes are so special...

Is such a child really worthy of his attention?

Compared to Nakahara Chuuya's entanglement, Nakajima Atsushi, who brought Dazai Osamu back to the Armed Detective Agency, really received good news.

He watched Osamu Dazai, who was resting on the sofa with his eyes closed, as the scales on his arms gradually faded away, and the mucus on his body no longer reappeared, and he finally relaxed.

"Doctor Yosano! Mr. Dazai, he seems to be fine-"

"Eh? Are you okay..." Yosano Akiko popped her head out of the infirmary when she heard Nakajima Atsushi's call, and looked at Dazai Osamu with a slightly troubled expression. Regret, "That's such a pity..."