diskusbooks Chapter 158 Beast Arc: Before the War
Chapter 158 Beast Arc: Before the War
Under the dazzling golden light, the once bustling streets of Tiangong City were now deserted and appeared exceptionally desolate.
Ming walked beside Miki, like an older sister of the same age, explaining things to her niece in detail.
“That’s right, I am your father’s older brother. I used to not like getting close to others, and I didn’t know how to face my family. As a result, I have gradually become estranged from my brother… to the point that we haven’t had any contact for more than 20 years.”
As they approached a clothing store, Ming's expression was reflected on the glass door, revealing a look of regret and self-reproach.
Looking at Ming's sentimental expression, Miki felt a complex mix of emotions. She had indeed felt a special sense of familiarity with Ming when he appeared in front of her a few times before.
She confirmed that this was indeed not a lying expression; it was all real. At this moment, the "he" that Ming was showing her could also be the "him" from back then.
A version of myself that lacks the courage to say the simplest words to my younger brother, "You are my brother, so I love you."
"Because of this relationship, unless you ask your grandparents yourself, your younger brother probably will never tell you. It's true... The only regret is that he didn't hold you when you were born."
Ming, with a sullen face, opened the door of the designer clothing store. Just as he was about to go in, Miki suddenly spoke up from behind him.
"Uh... Uncle, what are you going to do..."
Upon hearing Miki mention her uncle, Akira paused for a moment, then turned around, patted her head, and said with a smile:
"For many reasons, I haven't given you any gifts, and I've even caused you some trouble. So, your uncle is planning to give you a nice dress. By the way, this dress was custom-made before I started, so you won't feel guilty wearing it."
Miki was somewhat flattered; she hadn't expected Ming to do such a thing. Blushing, she followed Ming into the store.
The store is decorated in a very luxurious style, with a wide variety of beautiful clothes on display.
Ming wandered around the store, then walked to a light blue dress. He picked it up, held it up against Miki, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Doesn't this suit you perfectly?" Miki looked at the dress, her heart filled with joy, yet also a little embarrassed.
"Uncle, isn't this too expensive?" Ming waved his hand with a smile.
"It's not expensive at all. Look at me, I'm ready to declare war on the world. Do you think your uncle still cares about money?"
"Ah! Wait, Uncle, what are you saying..."
"Hehe, just kidding~"
Ming placed one hand on his halo and made a heart shape with the other hand. As he spoke, he pulled Miki to the fitting room.
"Go inside and change. Although Uncle is currently using a female body, he can't change his psychological gender, so he won't go in. Remember to come out and show me later."
Miki nodded blankly and went into the fitting room, carefully changing into the light blue dress.
The dress was made of soft fabric that hugged her body curves as if it were custom-made for her.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Miki felt a deep affection in the dress, just like her father had always felt for her.
Miki took a deep breath and slowly walked out of the fitting room. The moment Akira saw her, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed sincerely:
"Miki, you look absolutely stunning in this dress, like a princess from a fairy tale."
Miki blushed and twirled around somewhat awkwardly, her skirt fluttering gently.
The two gazed at each other. Ming looked at his slightly immature niece with affection, patting her head. Although it was Sawa's face, his smile was incredibly genuine.
They then spent the next 20 minutes having a great time in Tengu City with only the two of them, making up for all the debts they owed Kotaro with Mikie.
Until the sky barrier surrounding Tiangong City was outside, Ming detected a terrifying magical fluctuation. A total of 8,724 magicians from various countries, along with more than 4,000 ordinary soldiers wielding magical laser guns, gradually approached.
Standing before the Heavenly Palace Tower, Ming seemed to understand that if he considered himself a calamity, then humanity would fight back for survival. Therefore, only by defeating them... defeating the heroes, could one truly declare war on the world.
"Uncle, what's wrong?"
Looking at Ming, who had suddenly stopped moving, Miki felt a bad premonition.
Ming simply patted Miki's head again and said kindly at the end:
“Miki, Uncle is going to have a dream. It may be a very distant and unreal dream... even if it is despised by everyone, even by you. But I will dedicate my whole life to fulfilling it, so please help me convey my words to him…”
Miki's eyes reddened, and she tugged at Ming's sleeve, trying to persuade him to stay.
"uncle..."
Ke Ming's body emitted bursts of light, and gradually the girl's outer shell dissipated, transforming her back into the radiant golden angel.
With a gentle lift of her hand, the demon kings floated over, softly pushed open the portal, and returned the reluctant Mikie to her refuge in Tokyo.
"uncle!!!"
"Goodbye... Mikie, consider this my last act of humanity."
Afterwards, Ming drifted slowly towards the door at the edge of the golden barrier of Tiangong City. The last bit of kindness in his eyes vanished after Miki's departure, leaving only a firm determination to give everything for love.
And just 20 minutes earlier in London...
"Ike, as you predicted, after discovering that the so-called missiles and nuclear bombs were useless, all countries, including civilian magicians, have united to prepare to go to Tengu City in Japan to kill them."
On the other end of the phone, Viscart, sitting in his office, listened leisurely to the information Allen was reporting from somewhere in the bathroom of the island.
"Oh, I see, Allen. But I never expected that our friend, the Flame Beast, would actually... Mr. Beast, be planning to help us get our revenge."
"So, Ike, should we withdraw all our troops and warships from the island of Orm to answer the nationwide invitation to fight the Beast, or to help them?"
Viscart's lips curled up, a sly glint in his eyes:
"No, Allen, we'll hold our ground. Those nations and magicians who think they can easily deal with the Beast are just courting death. We'll sit back and watch them fight it out, wait until they're both exhausted, then we'll strike and reap the benefits. Besides..."
"But Ike..."
"I know you can't get away because of your status as the world's number one magician. Don't worry, we at DEM will also symbolically send some magicians to delay the call to arms."
"So your idea is... I need to keep an eye on the Princess and the three newly appeared Berserker elves?"
“That’s right, Allen! Didn’t you notice? When he issued the declaration of war to the whole country, his signal deliberately avoided this place, as if there was someone who didn’t want to be alerted at this time.”
Allen paused for a moment, then said:
“I understand, Ike. You mean we should proceed with the original plan to capture these elves, right? Let Beast delay the people he wants to hold off for a while longer, even if we don't manage to capture the elves, right?”
"That's right, just stalling them is what we need to do, that's what Mr. Beast was hinting at."
Westcott's voice was calm and indifferent, as if what he was saying had nothing to do with him. However, the moment he hung up, his expression began to subtly change.
At first, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. But as time went on, this smile gradually widened, eventually evolving into an expression of infatuation.
His eyes were fixed on the front, as if he could see through the void some fascinating scene.
His breathing became rapid, and when this obsession reached its peak, Westcott suddenly burst into laughter in the office.
"Hahaha... But the only thing I regret is not being able to personally witness the entire process of that perfect Beast slaughtering humanity to the end!"
Looking back, those various national federations, like headless flies, chose to cooperate with DEM to fight against the Beast.
If you still don't understand, look how terrifyingly ignorant Ming is right now. When their army, which represents hope, is instantly annihilated, I really want to see that look of despair on his face.
Returning to the present, Ming, like a god, steadily treads the high heavens.
His golden figure appeared exceptionally tall against the backdrop of blue sky and white clouds, and the sky itself seemed to be tinged with a sacred gold because of his presence.
Ming's gaze slowly swept across the people below, some drawing their swords, others raising their guns and pointing them at him, their faces revealing a mixture of awe and a hint of defiance.
And finally, he stopped in the crowd directly in front of him, facing the leader of this so-called magician alliance—Artemisia Bel Ashcroft!
"They're here! Everyone, prepare! We have only one goal: to annihilate the greatest calamity spirit in human history, the Beast!"
'boom! '
With a deafening roar, Ming hurtled down like a burning meteor. His speed was so great that it seemed he would tear the entire sky apart.
The moment Ming finally landed below Tiangong City, a huge cloud of dust rose up and swept across the battlefield.
People watched in horror as the smoke and dust obscured their vision, their eyes fixed on the sacred, golden figure.
"Want to give it a try? I hope this isn't a one-sided massacre, otherwise it'll lose its appeal."
Ming did not take any action, but simply stood there. The spiritual power emanating from his body and his indifferent gaze made those who looked directly at him feel a suffocating sense of fear.