Chapter 786

"Damn it, this broken world definitely has a problem."

"Is it possible that Brother Luo Shu mentioned the problem early on?"

Someone reminded silently.

Brother Luo Shu said early on that Apostles are an extension of the Fruit of Life, and the source is the blood of some incredible existence.

God knows what kind of absurd source it is.

How could there not be a problem?

Hmm, they are an extension of the mental system world, giving birth to monsters with Terror Fields, no problem~~

"So, the streamer is...?"

Someone said gloomily: "Probably gave up, letting the authorities block the front."

"Wait, don't you guys feel the Third Apostle's route was very strange? It was originally coming towards the base, then suddenly went to hunt the streamer."

"You mean?"

"Is it possible that the Apostle was chasing the streamer?"

Hmm... hmm?

Many people were stunned.

Damn, it's really possible.

After all, its ancestors are from the same world as them; they're fellow countrymen.

And as the Fruit of Life, chasing people like them with powerful spirituality is also understandable; after all, the previous Disaster of Kings was because of this.

"Wait, the streamer wouldn't have noticed it early on, so he deliberately followed, right?"

Someone noticed the key point.

"Not to that extent..."

Many people looked at Iori Kitahara, who was submissive and looked harmless, and fell silent.

"Frowning slightly and putting the authorities in front, right?"

"Insidious, too insidious."

"However, his initial plan should have been to attract attention and reach a cooperative relationship; it definitely wasn't to be a prisoner like this..."

"Who the hell knew the Apostle was so absurd? Fourth Rank attack, Fifth Rank defense, and then a crippled Reality Marble popped out!!!"

Many viewers looked at Iori Kitahara on the screen with contempt.

Scum.

Actually using the natives as a shield.

At the hall entrance.

"What are you doing?!!"

Shinji Ikari finally reacted foolishly, his expression changed immediately, and he blocked in front of Iori Kitahara, growling.

Even though Misato Katsuragi was a woman, he felt instinctively closer to this unreliable big brother.

"Relax, Shinji."

Iori Kitahara waved his hand indifferently: "After all, this is a secret department, and I am indeed a suspicious person."

He turned his head with a grin: "Sister Katsuragi, I feel that although this place is far from the ground, the Apostle might still be able to get in. If you have any powerful weapons, hurry up and use them."

Misato Katsuragi looked at the harmless-looking Kitahara, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

So he's not calling me an old hag now?

At this time.

The Apostle turned its head suddenly, a blinding radiance flashed, and the giant screen suddenly went dark.

"Bastard! Are you looking down on us!"

The few UN Generals who were excitedly slamming the table finally composed themselves and looked at the man in sunglasses who was watching coldly: "You saw it too, our UN forces failed. Now I hand over command to you. Let me see what you guys, who are supported by so much UN funding every year, are capable of! Commander-in-Chief Gendo Ikari?"

"Naturally!"

Finally.

The man in sunglasses, with the temperament of a calm boss, pushed his glasses and stood up, saying calmly: "We at NERV exist for this reason."

Iori Kitahara, who was paying attention, had a flash in his eyes.

So there really is a way to deal with it?

The next moment.

"Department Chief Katsuragi!"

The middle-aged man named Gendo Ikari, as if he had long noticed their presence, said without even turning his head: "Take Shinji Ikari and launch Unit-01."

Misato Katsuragi looked at Iori Kitahara and said urgently: "Commander, I have something very important to report..."

"If it has no value, execute immediately; if it has value, keep it for now and wait until the battle is over."

Gendo Ikari interrupted calmly: "Within five minutes, I want to see Unit-01 on the battlefield."

"... Yes!"

Standing on the long electric escalator.

In the barrage, the screen was still scrolling constantly.

"Damn, what are you acting cool for? Aren't you just some Commander? I can choke eight of you with one hand."

But some people retorted: "You don't know anything. The more it's like this, the more you need a leader who can make decisive decisions."

"And then lead humanity into the ditch in one go, right?"

"But the temperament is indeed capable and calm, like some kind of ultimate big boss."

"Pah, definitely a villain."

Iori Kitahara glanced at the barrage, then looked at Misato Katsuragi, who was constantly clicking alloy handcuffs onto his wrists, and complained.

"Isn't that a bit much? What do you take me for, a prehistoric T-Rex?"

Misato Katsuragi chuckled: "You're joking. You're much more dangerous than a T-Rex."

She looked like she was holding a pistol, but it was essentially a Gauss (electromagnetic) weapon, which could also blast a bowl-sized hole in a T-Rex with one shot.

(Reality troops are also equipped with electromagnetic rifles, but the power isn't that great; this one is much more advanced.)

As a result...

"So, can you tell me? What exactly are you? A genetically modified soldier? Or some alien lifeform?"

"If I say I'm from another world, would you believe me?"

Iori Kitahara rolled his eyes.

But the next moment.

Misato Katsuragi said calmly: "My NERV intelligence capability is above that of the nation, but I can't find a single trace of your existence, as if you appeared out of thin air in this world today."

Her phone call wasn't really just chatting with someone.

"You believe it?"

Iori Kitahara was stunned.

Misato Katsuragi continued: "There are fewer than three forces capable of erasing your traces so that even we can't detect them, so which one are you?"

Fine, I thought too much...

Iori Kitahara rolled his eyes and patted the shoulder of Shinji Ikari, who had been silent since just now: "That... your dad?"

"... Yeah."

Shinji Ikari was a bit down.

"Eh...?"

Iori Kitahara put his handcuffed hands behind his head, sighing: "How heartless. Even though your son is behind you, let alone saying hello, he didn't even turn his head."

Shinji Ikari was even more down.

"Commander Ikari is busy with work."

Misato Katsuragi couldn't stand it, frowning slightly: "Are you trying to sow discord in someone else's parent-child relationship?"

"Sow discord?"

Iori Kitahara curled his lips: "There has to be something to sow discord with, right?"

Just looking at Shinji Ikari, any normal person could see that it wasn't a problem of being estranged, but that they weren't familiar at all.

Before Misato Katsuragi could speak, he raised his handcuffs: "Let me ask, Shinji, when was the last time you met him?"

Shinji Ikari silently held up his fingers.