When Akira Sakurai woke up, she found herself leaning against the glass window. In front of her was a pair of eyes that seemed to be talking, smiling but not smiling, with a touch of crimson eye shadow on the corners of her eyes.

The sky-high flames in the distance illuminated the cockpit of the Ferris wheel, and they were in the cockpit of the Ferris wheel in mid-air.

"wake up?"

"...Well, how long have I slept?" Sakurai Akira shook his head, woke up from the haze, and regained consciousness.

"It's only been an hour. I saw that you were so sleepy that I couldn't bear to wake you up." Mako turned his head and looked outside the cockpit, "But if you want to fall asleep again, I can only hold you and run away."

Already."

Sakurai Akira followed her gaze and his eyes darkened.

The Tokyo Bay port area not far away has been turned into ruins. The 10,000-ton ship was swept by the unprecedented tsunami and cracked the breakwater. Houses were lifted up in pieces, the cross-sea bridge collapsed, and tens of thousands of containers were submerged under the tide.

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They are now on the "Diamond and Flower Ferris Wheel" in Linhai Park. Looking down, they can see that the seawater has flooded the Linhai Park.

"The coordinates given by your Excellency are correct. This is the third door."

Akira Sakurai stood up, smashed the reinforced glass of the cockpit with one punch, and leaned out.

Heavy rains far exceeding those in the past are eroding the city's waterproofing system, which is already on the verge of collapse. Waiting for the tsunami to push inland, the city's waterproofing system will completely collapse. The original high-rise buildings will stand in the sea, and Tokyo will be destroyed.

The sea submerged and became the second Atlantis.

But that's not the scariest thing.

The most terrifying thing is that the "god" who controls this celestial and earthly change is awakening!

After waking up from what seemed like a dream world, Sakurai Akira had to carefully think about the "bet" that adults talked about.

That seems to be the prerequisite for adults to wake up.

"Mingjun..." Mako's voice suddenly became solemn, "If the reinforcements you mentioned don't come again, even if you get the full version of Yamata again, it will be nothing more than a mantis."

Sakurai Ming came back to his senses. Before he could say the words "What's wrong?", thunder filled his ears.

He couldn't believe his eyes and ears, because as Zhenzi said, it was a real catastrophe, a catastrophe that was unstoppable by human power.

The roar came from afar. At the junction of the sky and the sea, a hundred-meter-high water wall made a thunderous sound while advancing, advancing towards Tokyo Bay with a devastating attitude!

"The second wave has already reached the 100-meter level." Mako murmured, "If this wave is allowed to reach the port, at least a quarter of the city will be submerged in a short period of time."

Sakurai Mingse said: "This is not something we can stop. This is not within our authority."

He also carries a serum given to him by his master before leaving, but even if he activates the full version of Baqi and obtains a body comparable to the first generation, he will not be able to defeat this level of natural disaster.

Only the true Dragon King-level "power" can resolve this crisis.

Mako took a deep breath: "Let's think about the best. Once this place is submerged by the sea, when the third door opens, the Kari who comes out of it will fall into the sea water. Speaking of which, can Kari swim?"

Sakurai Akira smiled bitterly, this joke is really nothing. How could the blood of the Dragon Clan not be watery?

"My lord said that foreign aid will arrive, let's look forward to it." Akira Sakurai climbed out of the window and stood at the top of the cockpit.

The Ferris wheel had stopped running long ago and was swaying in the wind and rain. The seaside park below was completely submerged by the intruding seawater, and there was no place to stay.

If the third door opens and the hunter comes out, it will be another underwater battle.

Akira Sakurai glanced below, searching for any favorable conditions that might increase the chance of winning the war.

Mako grabbed the window edge with both hands, leaned out, looked at the second huge wave approaching quickly in the distance, and curled his lips and said: "When this war is over, I won't want to go surfing for at least a year."

"By the way! Ming-kun, are you planning to confess your love to Mr. Nami when the war is over?" Mako suddenly turned over and leaned against the window edge, looking up at Sakurai Akira above the cockpit, which was interesting.

"...Is now the time to talk about this kind of thing?" Akira Sakurai felt helpless.

"If you don't say it now, you may not have a chance in the future." Miyamoto Mako said with a straight face, then sighed, "Mingjun, I remember that you have liked Teacher Nami since you were in junior high school, right? Why do you keep talking until now?

No confession?"

Sakurai Akira was stunned and blurted out: "How do you know?"

Miyamoto Mako ignored him and said to himself: "The big boy who has secretly liked his teacher for nearly ten years embarked on a cruel battlefield. Before leaving, he determined to have the courage to confess his love to his beloved teacher as long as he came back alive, but war is always

Impermanence, at the last moment of his life, the boy lay in a pool of blood and stared blankly at the sky. The rain fell into his gradually dull eyes, reflecting the beautiful fantasy hidden in his heart... Mingjun, what do you think of this script?

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Sakurai Akira: "..."

He rubbed his temples with a headache.

"It's written like this in the comics." Miyamoto Mako innocently stuck out her tongue.

"Don't be cute." Sakurai Akira sighed, "You are almost 20 years old, and you still stick out your tongue."

"Twenty makes me offend you?" Miyamoto Mako's eyes widened, and she clenched her fists on her chest, "There is no conflict between being cute and age. You are biased. As long as you are cute, the age barrier can be easily broken through!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Akira Sakurai answered perfunctorily. He was still wondering why Mako knew that he had been secretly in love with Teacher Nami since junior high school.

"Are you going to confess your love this time when you go back?" Miyamoto Mako suddenly asked.

"...I guess?" Sakurai Akira scratched his head, "You have to try, although I also know that the success rate is very low."

"You have such confidence to confess, there is no chance of success, right?" Miyamoto Mako held her chin with both hands, the rumbling tsunami was approaching the city, but her eyes went beyond the tsunami, as if falling on the "future"

"In the situation.

The girl clasped her hands together in front of her lips like a prayer, and her sigh drifted far away along the sea breeze.

"Mingjun, boys should be more confident. If even the person confessing is timid and unconfident, the person being confessed will also hesitate." The girl said earnestly.

"...Speaking of which, why should I be taught a lesson by you in this regard?"

"Ah?" the girl stuck out her tongue, "If there are three of us, we must have my teacher!"

The brief banter came to an end, but the tense atmosphere did not dissipate. Instead, it accumulated as the waves got closer and closer.

God is awakening, the sea breeze is filled with a shuddering breath, and God's shadow has enveloped the city.

Sakurai Akira stood in the fierce sea rain and wind, his eyes fixed on the 100-meter-level wave coming from the distance.

Hurry up... Hurry up... Reinforcements will arrive soon!

We cannot let tsunamis like this continue to enter the city!

"Mingjun... you must live."

The air was getting colder and colder, and the oncoming fierce sea and rainy wind made the whole of Tokyo tremble, and even the girl's murmur was swallowed up by the wind and rain.

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The time is right now.

Tokyo's weather bureau has long been plunged into complete chaos.

Geological disasters and celestial changes unprecedented in hundreds of years swept across Tokyo in just one hour.

The printer kept spitting out recording paper like a convulsion, and chief scientist Miyamoto Ze frantically pulled it over to look at it. The astonishing curve at the top of the recording paper exceeded the effective range, which proved that all the instruments and equipment they installed on the offshore seabed had lost control.

The power of the tide.

The first person to discover the tsunami was an American spy satellite. This spy satellite was used to monitor Japan and neighboring countries. The Japanese government had protested many times, but in the end it was useless. But this time the satellite sent

Information concerning the life and death of Tokyo - The volcanic belt off the coast is erupting with alarming intensity, and a tsunami shock wave that has never been observed before is advancing towards Tokyo!

It was a 100-meter-high wave, like an army attacking the Japanese capital, destroying all the buoys and monitoring instruments set up by the Meteorological Bureau along the way. Therefore, the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau was unaware of the coming crisis.

In fact, more than ten minutes ago, Miyamoto Sawa was drinking coffee with others to discuss the recent bizarre climate change.

In the face of such a 100-meter-level tsunami, the breakwater near Tokyo Bay is useless and of no use at all.

Once the tsunami officially enters the city, the tidal peak will push inland at a high speed of at least 80 kilometers per hour, and the city will be soaked in seawater in a short period of time.

Along with the tsunami, there were strong winds of level 12 and heavy rain.

This heavy rain exceeded 100 millimeters of rainfall in just ten minutes, which is the amount of rainfall in a whole year in many rainy cities.

"Dr. Miyamoto! Dr. Miyamoto! The Prime Minister's residence called and asked the Meteorological Bureau to explain why there is no forecast? Why is there no forecast?" the young operator shouted while holding the phone.

Miyamoto Ze pushed him away and had no time to pay attention to the call from the Prime Minister's residence.

He rushed up to the terrace in a few steps. The sea water had reached the downstairs of the Meteorological Bureau. The entire first floor was submerged. The surrounding high-rise buildings were also standing in the sea. Miyamoto Ze stared at the west, as if there were

Hidden in the clouds is his mortal enemy.

Another loud noise came from the western sky, as if a huge cannon with a diameter of several kilometers was fired. After a few seconds, the western sky turned fiery red.

"Mount Fuji...has erupted!" A subordinate rushed to the terrace and shouted, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he knew what Miyamotozawa was waiting for. The firelight erupting from Mount Fuji could be seen by everyone in Tokyo.

That is indeed Miyamoto Sawa's mortal enemy, and also the mortal enemy of all meteorological experts and geological experts in Japan.

The eruption of this volcano named Mount Fuji is enough to show that the magma deep in the earth's crust has completely boiled. Offshore volcanoes and land volcanoes are connected deep in the earth's crust.

"The shock wave is approaching Tokyo! 10, 9, 8, 7..." The colleague responsible for monitoring the shock wave shouted the countdown.

Immediately afterwards, an earthquake wave with an intensity of up to eight swept across quickly, knocking everyone in the room to the ground. The operator hit the corner, his head was bruised and bleeding, and he grabbed the microphone and shouted "Moses, Moses, Moses."

Miyamoto Ze grabbed his collar, grabbed the microphone and put it to his ear: "Mr. Prime Minister, any explanation at this point is useless. We have no way to prevent this disaster. Listen! There will be no forecast, nor
To be continued...