Chapter 784

Not far away.

The young man in sunglasses looking at them chuckled, watching coldly from the sidelines.

"It seems your father doesn't have time to receive you for now."

At the door.

Looking at the very large operations room with dense, busy logistics personnel and furious commanders, Misato Katsuragi turned back and shrugged.

Shinji Ikari didn't speak.

Perhaps he was used to it.

After all, the noun "father" was just a word he had heard but had no real sense of for him.

He had expectations, but not many...

"Eh, shouldn't this be classified? Is it okay to bring me here?"

Iori Kitahara muttered: "And what you said before, it seems that shouldn't be known by ordinary people either, right?"

Originally, he thought those were common knowledge for people in this world.

But now...

He carefully looked around at the prototype or square gaps on the alloy walls.

Won't a bunch of laser cannons or electronic cannons pop out in the next moment and silence him, this outsider?

"Don't think about it, run, streamer, there's definitely a problem."

The audience also felt there was a big problem.

Who tells everything they know after knowing someone for ten minutes, and they're also someone like special service personnel?

However, some people saw through the problem: "Is it possible—I'm saying possible—that they want to capture the streamer, this strange species?"

"?"

Iori Kitahara said with dissatisfaction: "Say what you want, don't insult people."

"Is it possible that I'm not insulting people, but stating a reality?"

That audience member directly complained: "This world is clearly a technological world; don't you think it's outrageous that you got shot and only broke the skin?"

"Is it? x9.9 billion!"

Most people scratched their faces.

Isn't blocking bullets with your bare body a basic operation?

They even complained that Iori Kitahara's physical strength was too poor, actually getting his skin broken by a small gun, not worthy of the A-rank name.

"..... Grass, (╯)╯┻┻ Ah, didn't you notice that gun was wrong? The recoil was terrifyingly large, that woman took several steps back; the power is definitely dozens of times stronger than ordinary firearms."

"Didn't notice!"

"Didn't notice at all!"

Hundreds of millions of people shook their heads in unison.

Watching a live stream is mainly for relaxation; who the hell uses their brain?

"In short, I'm probably going to be caught and sliced, right?"

Iori Kitahara said with a wooden face, retreating silently, shielding his little brother Shinji Ikari in front of him.

Usually, he finds it tiring and doesn't like to use his brain, but at this time...

Did you notice?

Misato Katsuragi frowned slightly.

It wasn't anything else; she was surprised that he only realized it now. Could this guy really be some kind of special agent or spy?

That's too insulting, right?

However, let's catch him and interrogate him first.

They have already entered the underground, the most secure and safe command room; unless it's an Angel, it's impossible for any enhanced human or genetic warrior to escape.

Iori Kitahara used magecraft to detect the surroundings and found that many places were indeed equipped with Gauss weapons and even particle weapons.

"So much black technology, it seems quite strong; it's going to be hard to break out without killing anyone."

The fists of the barrage area were hardened.

Damn, isn't it just a mere A? What's so great about it?

They also...

People fell silent.

A is really great, damn it, damn the heavens...

Suddenly.

Everyone was stunned in unison.

On the live broadcast page, a small window actually appeared, with a background of a chaotic city, and a yellow-haired guy roaring with murderous intent.

???

Could it be...

Iori Kitahara also noticed it, and looking at the familiar figure, he subconsciously clicked on it.

The next moment.

A face like a demon was magnified on the light screen, staring fixedly at Iori Kitahara, with two lines of bloody tears flowing down: "What have you done, Kitahara~~!"

It was like a whisper from a demon from hell.

"Holy crap, Kouhei?!!"

Before his eyes was none other than his good brother—Kouhei Imamura—who had kindly sponsored himself to be a sacrifice prop.

Looking at the burning city behind him.

Needless to say.

Kouhei Imamura had clearly also traveled through time.

It was truly sympathetic.

Sadness was reflected from the corner of Iori Kitahara's mouth.

Clearly.

This stimulated Kouhei Imamura even more.

Powerful magical power seemed to break through some shackles and rose up.

Bloody tears flowed from his eyes, and heat spilled from his open mouth; Kouhei Imamura seemed to have turned into a fierce ghost, staring fixedly at Kitahara in the light screen.

But the next moment.

Iori Kitahara typed lightly: "We are not in the same world."

Suddenly.

Kouhei Imamura fell silent.

He looked up again.

That was such a desperate face, it simply exceeded the limits of human cognition.

He could no longer happily use all his family assets to buy the merchandise of his favorite voice actors and go on pilgrimages to their concerts.

Life... was already worthless.

"Hey, what do you see your life as, Kouhei."

Iori Kitahara complained, but the other party had no reaction. He was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "I see that your Reverse Reverse Side is also a modern world; there should be magical girl anime, and voice actors too, right?"

Hm?

Kouhei Imamura looked up, his ash-gray eyes gradually recovering.

"Come to think of it, do you know the worldview on your Reverse Reverse Side, what's the situation?"

"Not clear..."

Kouhei Imamura hesitated: "It seems to be called Nagazora City? It seems there are various monsters..."

I don't need you to tell me, I can see it too.

Iori Kitahara looked at the monsters that looked like platinum lifeforms rampaging between the high-rise buildings behind the other party.

Some looked like crabs dozens of meters high, some looked like huge metalized beasts, and others were hundred-meter giant-winged humanoids...

Good guy.

The biggest one was almost three hundred meters; one limb was bigger than an Angel, and when it moved, the earth shook; the physical body alone was probably semi-god level destructive power.

I don't know about the defense, but looking at the texture of this kind of metal, it's definitely not low.

Holy crap, another one came. ===== CHAPTER 799 =====