Chapter 881

The Indian representative fell silent for a moment, then took a trembling breath: "Even if they are Apostles, and even if there are several of them, they shouldn't be much of a threat to that kind of posture, right?"

The others looked at him strangely.

"What?"

The Indian representative looked bewildered.

The British representative sighed and looked at him with pity: "You don't really think there's no price to pay for wielding that kind of power in a mortal body, do you? Didn't you see that boy named Shinji Ikari lose control in just thirteen seconds?"

"Clearly."

The French representative took a deep breath and stared blankly at the battle of gods on the screen: "That is the realm of gods. To intrude upon it with a human body is only to be assimilated by that vast power, with one's consciousness dissolving into the divine domain."

"Correct. In our think tank's assessment, the time they can spend transformed is limited; it only extends as their own will grows stronger and their realm improves.

Such a limited trump card cannot be wasted on Apostles."

"Wasted?"

The Indian representative finally reacted, his expression changing drastically: "You mean?"

"Correct."

The Russian representative also stood up, looked at the screen, and muttered: "Don't forget, our enemy has never been the Apostles. The Apostles are merely an internal conflict, just a continuation of the tens of millions of years of grudges between Adam and Lilith.

The Demon God.

That Demon God who spoke of devouring the Tree of Life and devouring the world is our true enemy!

The Apostles are out in full force... I fear this moment is truly near."

All the national representatives fell into a silence.

With their palms clenched tightly, they, who used to decide the direction of the world, felt a sense of powerlessness and confusion that belonged to ordinary people.

Underground.

Gendo Ikari gripped his fists, staring fixedly at the Evas displaying their might on the various battlefields on the screen.

Even Shinji Ikari, piloting Unit-01, had previously hammered the Embryo Angel into stupidity with a few punches and kicks, only getting blindsided by the Shot Angel due to a pure lack of experience.

Unit-02 was as strong as a ghost or god, and Rei Ayanami, piloting Unit-00, was even able to hold off three major Apostles—the Power Angel, the Sky Angel, and others—single-handedly.

Even if they looked quite disheveled, it was still an incredible thing.

It even left him feeling somewhat dazed.

Could Chaldea really be some kind of Heavenly Realm?

Seven days of advanced training could cause them to undergo such a qualitative change? Beating one, ten, or a hundred of the previous Evas would be a piece of cake.

His previous idea of relying on Unit-13 to pull chestnuts from the fire now seemed like a joke.

Any random Eva, even his cheap son, could slap him into an idiot with one hand.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Yui... why must everyone stop me from seeing Yui? Clearly, I did nothing wrong..."

Everything being well-calculated is the capital of confidence.

With a trump card in hand and the reliance that surpassed everyone else, Gendo Ikari was the dark big boss.

But at this moment, although he still held a powerful hidden card in his hand.

Now, damn it, there's a Deus ex Machina, and the version has updated.

It looks like it's going from an intra-star war all the way to Tengen Toppa.

A mere original version ceiling is not even third-rate now; before he could even play his hand, it had become junk stock.

This caused Gendo Ikari's Dao heart to collapse, and he began to doubt his life.

Could he really be a civil war phantom god, a fool who just plays with explosions in the hope given by the two magical girls, Madoka Kaname?

"No, that can't be."

"Anything is fine, even if humanity is destroyed and the world is devoured, so what? Yui will understand me, Yui will definitely understand me, as long as I can see Yui again..."

Watching the obsessed Gendo Ikari, Deputy Commander Fuyutsuki's lips trembled, but in the end, he said nothing..........

Seriously.

Do you really care what Yui thinks?

Do you really think that as a mother, Yui Ikari would feel that you treating her son, her own flesh and blood, like this is correct? Would she understand you? You are simply selfish.

Otherwise, if you truly loved Yui Ikari, would you not care about the life of the child born to you and your beloved?

He felt that Yui might not care about humanity or the world, but she definitely regarded Shinji Ikari as a treasure.

And the facts were indeed so.

Yui Ikari had always been in Unit-01, always protecting her child, and always avoiding Gendo Ikari, not wanting to see him.

In one ending, in the final god-ascended Unit-01, Yui Ikari also gave the decision-making power over humanity and the world to Shinji Ikari.

"It's just, Yui, does the current situation really match your expectations?"

The white-haired old man looked at Unit-01 on the light screen, its eyes glowing red, fighting ferociously with a point of light, and sighed in his heart.

He truly felt that he was old.

The world had truly become something he didn't recognize at all.

"Shinji..."

"Shinji!!"

He felt gentle calls and a familiar embrace.

Shinji Ikari opened his eyes, looked at the blood-colored cockpit, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

"Mom?"

Soon.

He shook his head, looked at himself with dense, root-like tentacles piercing into his body, and his eyes suddenly turned sharp.

His face was flushed red with shame.

He actually messed up?

Blindsided by a mere Apostle?

Shameful!

It was too damn shameful.

He, a dignified Chaldea operative, the core of the core, a dignified magical girl, was actually blindsided by a beast?

And was even controlled to attack Uncle Ryoji Kaji, with whom he had a good relationship.

Damn it all!!

Because he followed a certain scumbag big brother, Shinji Ikari's personality underwent a subtle change, and he was so angry that red light burst from his eyes.

With a grab of his large hand, blood splattered as he pulled out the tentacles that had deeply penetrated his body.

This kind of pain would have killed an ordinary person, but for him...

"It's not enough!!!"

Without even frowning, Shinji Ikari opened his mouth wide, revealing his white teeth.

"Beast, get out here, you bastard!!!"

Pale blue electric arcs exploded, winding throughout the cockpit, and circles of magic arrays appeared on his arms. Shinji Ikari roared, grabbed the tentacles, and pulled hard.

"Aaaaaa~~~"

The sharp, ear-piercing scream of the Shot Angel rang out, and blinding blood seeped from all four sides of the cockpit.

Immediately after, seemingly sensing a crisis, the flesh and blood tangled together, and a huge human head with black hair stretched out from the wall.

It opened its mouth and let out a familiar cry.

"Shinji, Shinji, I'm your big brother Kitahara, don't you recognize me anymore?"

"Big brother Kitahara?"

Shinji Ikari was stunned, then revealed a bright smile: "That's really great."

The next moment.

With a punch that used all his strength and effort, he hammered that head until it exploded like a watermelon. The splashing fragments were like cannonballs, blasting the cockpit into pits.

One could fully imagine how much resentment was contained in this punch.

He wasn't stupid; now that he was 0.9, he naturally knew what kind of bird Iori Kitahara was and how many times he had pitted him.

But firstly, he couldn't beat him, and secondly, he was his benefactor, his big brother, so he couldn't bring himself to attack.

But now...

"Are there any more? Big brother Kitahara, are you still there?"