Chapter 903

Then her gaze froze, and she finally noticed the opened light screen; the elegant nobility dissipated instantly, and her face suddenly became ferocious.

"Yo, Kitahara!!"

Looking up like a demon, hot air escaped from the corners of her mouth, and her scarlet eyes were full of murderous intent.

The audience below went quiet instantly.

They saw a girl with white hair and blue eyes, her long white hair tied into two braids, but giving people a very unintelligent feeling, saying anxiously.

"Big Duck, it's not good, Sister Luvi has entered a berserk state again."

"Berserk? That shouldn't be; ever since completely ending the Honkai, she hasn't mentioned that name for half a year. Kiana, you go evacuate the crowd first, and also, don't call me Big Duck, call me Producer Bronya."

A woman with a light gray ponytail and an expressionless face pondered.

Then, they saw that conspicuous light screen, and the two boys-dressed-as-girls in black and white in the light screen..........

Could it be...

"Yo, Kohei."

Kitahara Iori was as gentle as a spring breeze, his face unchanged.

"The moment I see you, the murderous intent in my heart surges like a volcano!!"

Revealing a cruel smile, Kohei Imamura transformed into a magical girl directly in the gorgeous dreamlike light, a pair of eyes slightly flashing with red light constantly searching for weak points in space.

Compared to the first transformation, he was clearly already familiar with it now, having almost perfectly mastered the power of a magical girl.

Looking at Kohei Imamura, who was constantly searching for connections like a hunting beast, Kitahara Iori swallowed his saliva and squeezed out a smile.

"It's been a week since we last met, Kohei."

"A week?"

Kohei Imamura grinned ferociously: "It's been almost three years for me!"

Kitahara Iori laughed dryly: "Three years, it seems the flow of time is indeed different; no wonder you've changed so much."

Change?

Kohei Imamura only then noticed that he seemed to have answered the communication while performing, and his whole person seemed to be petrified.

"By the way, aren't you socially anxious?"

Kitahara Iori couldn't help but ask.

Damn it, you, a socially anxious person who trembles and stiffens when talking to strangers, how did you run onto the stage to dance and sing.

Just looking at it, it's a venue of at least two hundred thousand people; on Earth, this is the posture of a super superstar.

Did you forget your own settings, guy?

Kohei Imamura was silent for a moment, turned his head away, and said somewhat embarrassedly: "That, anyway, it's not my own appearance, it's like wearing a mask... wait."

He suddenly came to his senses and looked up at Kitahara Iori: "Have you decided how you're going to die? Kitahara."

Kitahara Iori silently took a step back.

He felt that his idea of pulling Kohei Imamura over might have been a bit impulsive.

At this pace, it might turn into the opponent joining forces with the two Demon Gods to execute him first.

But soon his gaze firmed.

Since he's going to die anyway, he might as well share the suffering.

Live stream audience: Is that how you use "share the suffering"?

Kitahara Iori laughed heartily: "Don't be like that, Imamura, look, didn't I also gender-bend? Actually, the disaster on my side has already ended; I just remembered you, my good brother, were still in deep water, so I asked if you wanted to come over and enjoy the blessing."

Shinji Ikari just wanted to say something, but was elbowed back.

"Ended? Want to pull me over? Like this."

The ferocious Kohei Imamura's face gradually calmed down, his expression complicated, even with a little bit of guilt.

After all, the disaster called Honkai on his side had also been solved by him, and the world had fallen into unprecedented liveliness and prosperity, but he hadn't thought...

The live stream audience was roaring frantically in their hearts: Wake up, wake up, Kohei-san, he's CPU-ing you!!

But strangely, neither side of the live stream had anyone to remind him.

It was probably a virus called "scum" spreading on a large scale.

"Forget it."

Kohei Imamura felt a bit listless and ended the transformation, waving his hand: "I won't go over; the one on my side has also ended, and it's a bit shameful to say, I... I've also made some friends, and I can't let go."

As he spoke, a trace of warmth and happiness appeared on his face.

Actually, he felt it was fine to become a girl now; at least he had comrades he could fight side-by-side with and entrust his back to, and a group of fans who worshipped him.

Completely incomparable to scum like Yamada, Nojima, and Kitahara.

"Is that so..."

Kitahara Iori lowered his head, his hands clenched tightly, and finally looked up, grabbed Shinji Ikari, and revealed a twisted smile.

"That's good, then I can be happily together with my imouto (younger sister)."

Elements detected!!!

Kohei Imamura turned around abruptly, staring at Shinji Ikari, the frail middle-school girl: "I... Imouto?!!"

"Not bad, she has already recognized me as Onii-chan, and we promised that when she grows up... oops, this is a private matter."

Kitahara Iori stopped quickly, as if he had let it slip.

"Privacy?"

Kohei's eyes turned red.

Kitahara Iori pressed on, directly shaking Shinji Ikari: "Maybe you haven't seen her, but this is Onii-chan's best friend, come, call Kohei Onii-chan."

Shinji Ikari: "........."

I've seen him, okay.

But in the end, he still called out timidly: "Call Kohei Onii-chan..."

"Ah..."

Kohei Imamura leaned back abruptly, a spray of nosebleed flying.

"Then goodbye, Kohei, bless us."

Bless?

Magic power rose like a flame, and the violent airflow formed a hurricane that swept through, making the entire venue rattle.

Kohei Imamura stood up, turning into a roaring war god: "I'm going!!!"

Anyway, it's not like I can't come back.........

"Kitahara, you scum, you calculated me again!!!"

On the desolate and broken earth, like a doomsday ruin.

A grief-stricken and indignant voice echoed.