[Comprehensive Comics] Specialized in logistics for elves!

For humans, death is a world that can never be fathomed. 13579246810ggaawwx

Is death painful?

Will there really be a revolving door before death?

Where will you go after you die?

None of this is known.

For things that cannot be explained by science, people are more willing to call them "gods".

People believe that after death there will be a world of the dead, they will be reincarnated, and they will forget all the memories of the previous life.

All kinds of speculations fill the emptiness of the word "death". As for the true meaning, only those who have died know.

On the streets of Tokyo, people are driven by the bustling pace of life in the city. They walk in a hurry and only have one expression at a glance.

In contrast, Takuya raised his arms and hugged his head, walking slowly along the road, so relaxed and comfortable that he just had to write "I have nothing to do" on his face.

After experiencing countless parallel worlds, Tokyo is still the same. Iconic buildings stand on this island. The difference lies in the details.

Tokyo basketball courts with black baskets can be seen everywhere, and the headless walls are indispensable with graffiti from major forces. And there are never a few Noragami believers whose stories are based on gods. They believe in gods, and the prosperity of divine culture flourished in the previous world. Never seen before.

"Jingle Bell"

The dessert shop in front was pushed open, and two junior high school girls came out, carrying beautifully packaged pastry boxes in their hands. The sweet fragrance penetrated into his nose, arousing Takuya's appetite.

Exquisite pastries are placed in the transparent display window, striving to attract the attention of passers-by with these sweets that are as beautiful as works of art and bring more customers to the store.

The initiative proved successful.

Takuya squatted in front of the window and couldn't walk, looking listlessly at the sinful desserts that made people unable to control their mouths. Although he no longer felt hungry, he still wanted to eat. This was a mental hunger.

"Mom, mom, I want to eat this"

Next to her, a little boy, Tongtuo, was also standing in front of the window, pointing at the cake inside and coquettishly looking forward to his mother.

"No, there is still a piece of cake at home that has not been finished. Eating too many sweets will cause tooth decay."

"But I want to eat it, can't it be tomorrow's dessert?"

"No."

The rejected child lowered his head in grievance and was led away by his mother's hand.

They seemed to be unable to see the squatting Takuya, and the little boy penetrated his body directly, like a scene in a horror movie without attracting anyone's attention.

Takuya is already used to this. He has been an undead here for three days.

Since leaving the world of Natsume's Book of Friends, Takuya's daily life has been both fulfilling and boring.

As an undead, no one can see or communicate with anyone. For the undead, there is no such thing as passing by. Humans in the living world will directly penetrate his body. It seems that only Takuya exists in this lonely world.

No, that's not true either.

There is existence, such as

"Wang Wang Wang"

Takuya, who was staring at the window, sighed and came again.

Well, who do you think is Wind Speed ​​Dog?

It would be a big mistake to think so.

In this world, the barking dog may not be a wind speed dog, but may be a demon.

Five meters away, a black two-headed dog stared at him ferociously, its sharp claws stepping on the asphalt ground, saliva dripping between its sharp teeth, and the demon's unique red-yellow growth-ring-like pupils with full eyes. Full of malice, approaching step by step.

This is what was previously referred to as "enrichment."

Perhaps in the eyes of demons, the undead are equivalent to the Tang Monk's flesh. No matter how far the distance is, there will always be a few little bitches chasing Tuo, chasing after him like moths to a flame, without any peace.

Most of them have demons with a keen sense of smell.

Being stared at eagerly by the two-meter-tall demon, Takuya wanted to release the Wind Speed ​​Dog and confront it head-on, but he couldn't.

After Takuzi told him what he wanted to collect, the elves seemed to have some special settings and the elf balls disappeared.

Alone, no, alone, Takuya turned around and ran away.

Seeing the prey running away, the two-headed dog waved its four legs and chased after it.

After chasing him for several streets like a dog chasing a mouse, Takuya finally found an open place to stop.

The two-headed dog kept its momentum and rushed towards him with two big mouths. Takuya even had the time to think about whether it would be the left mouth or the right mouth if he wanted to be eaten. Otherwise, it would be half the mouth with one mouth.

Don't blame him for still thinking about these things. Takuya, who really has no activities to do, can only use his own imagination to add a bit of fun to his boring life.

He closed his umbrella in front of him, and just as Takuya was about to launch the mechanism, several shots flew from the sky, hitting the two-headed dog without missing a single one.

Like a laser, the two-headed dog's feet were pierced, and it fell down unsteadily.

"Those who cause turmoil here in Fengweiyuan China, I, the God Bishamon, have come here and surrendered to the power of Jingqi."

The blue sky cast a human-shaped shadow, and Takuya looked up. A scantily clad, gorgeous woman brandished a single-edged sword as tall as a person. She ignored the height of more than ten meters and swooped down from above. Her bright golden hair filled the sky. Flying, the sword split the surviving two-headed dog in half.

"Brush away all kinds of filthy barriers and destroy them."

The broken corpse of the demon turned into crystal and stretched out a gorgeous crystal flower, just like the restored order dissipated in the blink of an eye.

The blonde woman jumped to the ground with a big sword on her shoulders.

"Come back, Jingqi."

The single-edged sword on the ground turned into white light and disappeared instantly.

This woman is Bishamon, the strongest martial god among the legendary Seven Gods of Good Luck.

Takuya opened his umbrella and held it above his head, looking at the cold purple-eyed woman approaching.

Bishamonten looked at him for a while and said calmly: "Are you okay?"

"If you are referring to the part of the monster that grows on the undead souls that were corroded by monsters, no."

"You are calm."

Bishamonten rarely saw undead souls that remained rational in the face of monsters. Some were just undead souls that were desperate for life and death. Those types were completely hopeless.

"I've been through it so many times and it's so tiring to be frightened every time."

Bishamonten looked at him, no longer treating him as an ordinary undead soul encountering a demon. She stretched out her hand, her index and middle fingers together, and a lavender light was drawn on her white fingertips.

"Since you have no destination, and you cannot die as you wish, I will give you a place to return to. My name is Bishamon, and I have been given a taboo name. As for this place, I will give you the pseudonym, and you will be my servant. From now on, I will honor my name, and my voice will be on my plate. Please listen to me. Fate, transform me into a magical weapon, named "

"and many more."

Takuya's sudden voice caused Bishamonten, who had just started writing in the air, to stop.

That's the word "cold", and I just finished writing the last bit.

He knew what she was going to do when he saw her reaching out to draw a talisman before. Takuya had no intention of becoming Bishamonten's divine weapon. The reason why he stopped her now was because he wanted to know what name Bishamonten would give him.

As a result, when he saw the almost completed word, he hurriedly spoke out.

The artifact clan now led by Bishamon God is the "Ba" clan, and the name "Ba" is added to the end of all the names given to the artifacts.

Perhaps Takuya's calm behavior in the face of demons left a deep impression on her, but the name Bishamonten gave him was actually the word "cold".

Cold bar.

冷吧

Are you kidding? Who wants this name that shows love and concern at all times?

Imagine that when Bishamonten shouted "Lengba" during the battle, Takuya might actually reply "Not cold".

"What's wrong"

Bishamonten still stretched out his hand, and the name-giving talisman array had not disappeared.

"I'm very grateful to Lord Bishamon for helping me, but I have no intention of becoming the god's sacred weapon. Please forgive me."

Takuya's humble and modest attitude made Bishamonten silent for a while, and countless incomprehensible golden runes disappeared into the air.

"If you don't become a divine weapon, you will be devoured by demons and assimilated."

God Bishamon frowned. She had never encountered a situation where the undead were unwilling to become her sacred weapon.

"I don't think there's anything to worry about."

Takuya closed the umbrella again and pointed it to the right. Sparks began to jump from the tip of the umbrella and were fired out loudly. As soon as the two-headed dog hiding in the corner leaned out, its two heads were blown apart.

The bright white crystal flowers are particularly dazzling against the bloody sky.

Bishamonten's eyes widened. The undead could only exert their power by becoming an artifact of the gods. Just like the gods could not solve the demons alone, it was simply impossible for the undead to kill the demons.

And this scene actually happened right in front of my eyes.

If Bishamonten wasn't sure that the person in front of him was an undead, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to regard him as a god.

"My situation is a bit special. The undead cannot remember what happened in life after death, but I remember everything clearly."

The impact the undead receive after death will cause them to forget the past. After becoming an artifact of the gods, they may use something as an opportunity to remember what happened during their lifetime. If this opportunity never exists, then the undead will also forget it forever. past.

But there has never been any undead person who still remembers what happened in life after death.

All signs proved to Bishamonten.

The undead before his eyes were different.

"Isn't it because of the influence of memories during life that you don't want to become a divine weapon?"

There are many examples of this. There are artifacts that accidentally restore their memory and collapse because they cannot bear it, or they are still nostalgic for the world they lived in. Exerting years will cause the artifact to sting the gods. Most of these artifacts were exiled.

"Do not."

In fact, Takuya is not dead at all, so where does the influence come from.

Takuya paused and told the truth.

"Actually, I just don't want to get an extra tattoo on my body for no reason."

Bishamonten: ""

Takuya went through the Assassination Classroom with Akashi in his dream. Based on his understanding of Akashi, when he saw the tattoos on his body, he could definitely guess that he had become a servant of the gods. Then it would not be as simple as blowing up. .