Infinite Journey From Hogwarts

In an underground fortress in Tokyo, every staff member here and there has a solemn expression. This war command room has been activated, and everyone is facing the brilliant building displayed on the central screen as if facing a big enemy. Creation.

It is 1,000 meters high and 700 meters wide. At the same time, the radiant lines on it are as clearly visible as stars in the snowstorm like night. Even the coast one or two kilometers away can clearly see this majestic creation. .

What kind of technology is this? The weapon experts showed obsessed looks, and they couldn't imagine other descriptors except God's creation.

"Baga, I want to know what that thing is? Is it an ancient relic, or a weapon projected to the earth by aliens?"

Prime Minister Uemori roared like a fierce tiger in his thin chest.

"The tiger of the Uemori family" is one of the nicknames of the Prime Minister, which refers to the fact that the Prime Minister is extremely ferocious when facing political enemies and subordinates, and chooses to eat them.

The prime minister's chief military adviser suggested, "Do you need to send military planes to investigate?"

"You bastards are simply wasting taxpayers' money. Without specific enemy intelligence, how do you investigate this kind of divine creation? Are we going to risk provoking a civilization that is many times more advanced than us to investigate?"

"But Shangguo has ordered us to serve as the advance reconnaissance force." The chief military adviser said in a low voice.

Hearing the word Shangguo, the Prime Minister immediately changed from a tiger to a sick cat. "Sick Cat of Neon Country" is the nickname given to the Prime Minister by voters.

After a moment of silence, the Prime Minister said.

"Since it is the meaning of Shangguo, then you can give the order."

"I'm coming?" the chief military adviser said angrily. He understood what the Prime Minister meant. Once something went wrong, he would have to apologize. Perhaps the Prime Minister would still be his own intermediary. This is a traditional art in neon politics. able.

Just when he was hesitating whether to throw the stack of documents in his hand on the prime minister's face with pride, all the screens in this underground fortress were twisted crazily, the picture of Tokyo Bay disappeared, and on the black screen, there were streaks of green The data flow is like garbled characters.

"What's going on?" the Prime Minister said in horror. This military fortress located three kilometers underground should be the safest place in Tokyo. Could it be that the enemy has already invaded here?

Before waiting for the subordinates to answer, all the mechanical instruments in the room were really distorted in the next moment, and each mechanical part seemed to be activated, forming a perfect female appearance.

She said calmly, "You are terminated."

Half an hour later, the Japan Meteorological Agency issued an urgent news to the whole country, "Unprecedented meteorological disasters are about to sweep the neon, including possible earthquakes, tsunamis, and snowstorms. Please stay at home, lock doors and windows, and wait for the disaster to pass. .”

As for why the disaster can pass by locking the doors and windows, it is probably because the disaster cannot see me, so I cannot encounter it. After all, this is the traditional art of the government, and the people have long been used to it.

Cedric walked towards Sensoji Temple while observing the current Tokyo.

The meteorological disaster spawned by Susanoo exacerbated the dark side of human beings that were already bred by ghosts and monsters. Cedric estimated that the dark side of human beings gathered in the Hyakki Night Walking Formation is now enough.

There was only enough ley line energy left before the real activation, so Cedric decided to continue helping him.

Within half an hour, five centimeters of snow had accumulated on the ground. After the supermarket was looted, the originally bustling streets were silent. The sky over Tokyo is so tightly covered that not even a little sunlight can get in.

The demons who were roaming around became polite instead, and they were waiting for the real banquet to start like gentlemen.

Cedric walked up to Sensoji Temple, and the two statues of Fenglei glared at him. There were bursts of chanting in the temple, and the surrounding ghosts were empty. Obviously, the monks had chosen to close the gate, waiting for the final winner to appear.

But this time I can't let you sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, you are the beginning of everything.

"Along the shore, cut through the clouds

The twin suns sink into the lake

long shadows fall

Right there in Carcosa..."

Cedric chanted the praises of the gods in the wind and snow. His voice drifted into the temple with the wind and snow, mixing with the holy Zen sound.

"Along the shore, cut through the clouds

The twin suns sink into the lake

long shadows fall

Right there in Carcosa..."

As the core monks, Zhishu was sitting in the Avalokitesvara Hall. He and all the monks had chanted the "Guanzizai Heart Sutra" in a low voice, but suddenly paragraphs of beautiful poetry-like words came out of Zhishu's mouth.

The monk beside him pushed Zhishu carefully.

For the monks, reciting poems and composing couplets is an elegant thing, and there is nothing wrong with it, but writing poems under such circumstances is no different from blasphemy.

But with Zhishu's status, the prison should turn a blind eye.

Then he involuntarily listened to Zhishu's new poems, and the more he listened to them, the more pleasant they became, as if he had fallen into some kind of Zen state, and he couldn't help but chant.

The first monk was infected, like a collapsed domino, and the Zen music in the entire Guanyin Hall was distorted and profane.

Poems praising the 'King in Yellow' spread like a virus throughout Sensoji Temple.

For the great 'King in Yellow', there is no better food than the devout followers of other gods.

The fall of a saint is worth a hundred sinful souls, this is the famous saying of the devils in hell.

The 'King in Yellow Clothes', who was only one step away from the seventh step, of course would not give up the step that had already been delivered to him.

The clay statues of Buddha gradually distorted.

Yellow clothes, a wooden frame, red eyes and red pupils, and a black star that never falls.

"Dedicate your faith to the king in yellow, the lord of the endless deep space star sea, the nameless one! The black star will never fall."

Zhishu no longer had the compassion and calmness he had before, he was like a demon, with layers of black mud gushing out from his pores, constantly eroding the surrounding monks, his fanatical roar, like a demon just liberated from hell .

"Zhishu!"

Behind Ikkyu, a statue of Buddha's angry eyes reaching thousands of feet appeared. After connecting with the large formation of the ground altar of Sensoji Temple, even the number one person in Yin and Yang Dao like Abe Seimei would not dare to face the Buddha's anger.

However, he can only protect the remaining monks at this time. Zhishu opposite him is like a heavenly demon that hinders the Buddha from becoming enlightened. The same towering statue stands behind him, dressed in yellow, a black star that never falls, and endless madness.