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Takuya's encounter with Bishamonten didn't end there. 13579246810ggaawwx

Bishamonten, who understood why he was rejected, felt helpless because he preferred to wander as an undead in this world.

Even if you can't understand what he's thinking

Bishamonten still couldn't abandon a dead soul.

The noble Bishamon God is actually willing to take the undead souls who have not concluded a contract to the high heavens.

That is the abode of the gods.

The world of gods has never been like this before

Even Bishamon God's guide, Oma, showed up and raised questions.

In this regard, Bishamon God still did not change his mind.

In Takuya's view, Bishamon God's treatment of the dead is too holy.

Please don't get me wrong, the word "Mother" here is definitely not a derogatory term.

Because the artifact of the "Ma" clan led by Zeng became

Later, all the demonized gods were killed by Yadou.

Yato's hatred for this lasted for hundreds of years, and at the same time he felt a strong guilt for not being able to save his artifact clan.

Begin to adopt more dead people without restriction and distinction to become gods.

This in turn caused my body to bear great fatigue and burden.

Takuya, who believed in doing what he could, could not agree with Bishamon God's actions, but this did not prevent him from showing respect to Bishamon God.

Some gods only have one divine weapon and will be "stabbed" all over their bodies.

It is impossible to imagine the depth of the burden that Bishamon, who possesses hundreds of artifacts, must bear.

Zhaoma knew how deep Bishamonten's obsession with the dead was, and in the end he had no choice but to compromise.

Seriously

While the great god was discussing the artifact, Takuya didn't say a word.

His destination was decided.

Takuya doesn’t know where the plot is going now.

But I still remember that the residence of God Bishamon would be in a mess due to the betrayal of her medicine master, and there would be many casualties among the "Ba" clan artifacts.

Should he then lend a helping hand as a "saved undead"?

That was too troublesome. Takuya didn't want to have too much interaction with Bishamon God, but he didn't speak until he was taken away from the living world.

After he refused to become Bishamon's sacred weapon, the god's sacred weapons became a little dissatisfied, and it would be disrespectful to refuse him again.

As an undead, Takuya finally had the opportunity to experience the feeling of "turning into light".

His vision blurred, and he came to a gorgeous European-style building hall, with marble floors and even chandeliers that were more than ten meters above the ground.

"This is Takamagahara, the residence of the owner, Lord Bishamon."

Takuya turned around. Hundreds of Bishamon God's artifacts were lined up in an arc. There were children, teenagers, and elderly people of all ages. They had different costumes. Except for Bishamon God's main battle group artifacts, they wore black. In addition to military uniforms, there are also kimonos and casual clothes.

Tuo didn't calm down. It's not that he had never seen so many people before. Compared with the noisy crowds on the street, these hundreds of people were a bit underwhelming.

But knowing that these are the artifacts of God Bishamon, the number of people is terrifying.

It's really a big family.

"Welcome to my home, Takuya."

God Bishamon standing in the middle smiled and stretched out his hand. Although the artifacts were confused when they heard his name, they still applauded to welcome him to join.

"For some reasons, Takuya is not my magic weapon yet, but I hope everyone can get along well."

"Yes, Lord Bishamon."

From this day on, Takuya officially moved into Bishamon God's mansion.

The sky in Takamagahara is very special. It is not the blue that makes people feel relaxed in the world. It is dark gray with warm yellow. The sky is dotted with dense stars. The white clouds move at a slow speed. There is no night in the residence of the gods, except for timekeeping. It is impossible to distinguish between day and night through the sky outside the device.

Bishamon God's mansion is very large, and the courtyard is filled with all kinds of flowers and plants, many of which Takuya has never seen before.

The artifacts here are very friendly. Most of them are artifacts transformed from the undead that have been eroded by monsters. The undead that have been eliminated cannot become complete artifacts. These artifacts cannot fight, but they spontaneously take on the responsibility of servants. , taking care of Bishamon God's mansion.

Even though Takuya didn't move in as a Sacred Gear, they didn't treat him differently. Only a few young Sacred Gears curiously asked him why he didn't become Bishamon-sama's Sacred Gear. After Takuya told him the reason, they didn't believe it at all. It reminded him of Natsume not believing that he had a lover.

These days, to be honest, not only people don’t believe it, but they don’t even believe in artifacts.

Takuya was standing in the courtyard watering the flowers with a kettle, and two people got into an argument in the corridor of the courtyard.

The girl with a Western-style appearance grabbed the other girl's head with a ferocious expression. The two of them remained silent in a tacit agreement. The bullied girl did not resist and gritted her teeth to endure it.

The person involved in this bullying noticed the presence of others, and the two of them raised their heads and met Takuya's eyes.

The beautifully dressed girl couldn't help but stop her movements, let go of her hand holding the girl's ball head, glared at her fiercely, and turned to leave.

The bullied girl wiped away the physical tears caused by the pain, silently arranged her hair, turned her head and showed a cheerful smile.

"Mr. Kazama, have you been taking care of the flowers and plants in the courtyard these days?"

Looking at her innocent smile, Tuo didn't have time to mind her own business, "It's not like taking care of her. I don't understand this. I just help water the flowers when I have nothing to do."

Facial blindness prevented him from recognizing who this girl was, but the military uniform she was wearing made it clear that she was Bishamonten's battle artifact.

"Is that so? Mr. Kazama, are you still used to being here? If you have any questions, you can come to me."

"There's nothing I'm not used to. It's good that I won't be chased by monsters here."

"Hahaha, don't worry, Mr. Kazama, there will definitely be no monsters here."

Not always.

Takuya looked at her and didn't answer.

The girl walked forward and squatted down in front of a flower, staring quietly.

Takuya was not someone who would find something to say when he had nothing to say. He acted as if the girl didn't exist and fed the flowers and plants in the courtyard with water.

After a long time, the girl spoke carefully.

"Well, Mr. Kazama, can you pretend that you didn't see what happened just now?"

Takuya glanced at her, and even if he didn't know the plot, he could still understand the hidden dangers of Bishamon God's sacred weapon.

Children all know that no matter what they do, management is a big problem when there are too many people.

Experienced people have their own management methods, but Bishamon God has never tried to find a way to solve this problem.

The artifacts were grateful to God Bishamon for taking them in. For the sake of their master, they suppressed themselves and said nothing. They did not want to hurt God Bishamon and cause more burden to her, but they also invisibly widened the distance between them. Bishamon It is even more difficult for gods to detect problems among the artifacts they command.

Even girls who are fighting artifacts have to bear the bullying alone, not to mention the hidden problems of other artifacts, but no one has paid attention to this hidden danger.

"Mr. Kazama, I don't want to upset Lord Bishamon, so"

"What just happened? It was a bit far away and I couldn't see clearly."

"Mr. Kazama"

The girl's anxious expression disappeared, and she couldn't help showing a happy smile, "Nothing happened, thank you, Mr. Kazama."

"Ah, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Shoba, and I am the battle robe of Lord Bishamon."

"Shoba"

"Uh-huh"

Takuya took a serious look at the girl for the first time. She had ordinary facial features, a type that would not be found in a crowd. She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and a high bun, which made her look more playful. She was very cute. Energetic girls.

Who would have thought that Shoba, who cared so much for the God Bishamon, would later recall her name and cause of death, demonize him and hurt the Lord Bishamon she respected most, and was finally beheaded by Shoma out of desperation.

"Shoba where are you?"

A woman's shout was heard in the distance, and Shoba stood up and waved.

"I am here"

"Bishamon-sama is gathering, don't be late."

"Hi hi~"

"Then I'll leave first, Mr. Kazama."

The girl bowed politely and scampered away.

Takuya looked down at the delicate kettle in his hand, and saw someone approaching from behind.

"Ah, I finally found this herb."

The dark-skinned man didn't seem to see him. He walked straight towards the courtyard and squatted down to pick a few green grasses that seemed to be the same.

"Yes, it's you. I remember your name is Kazama."

The man chuckled and said, "Hello, I am Lord Bishamon's pharmacist, Luba."

Takuya didn't answer, just nodded to show that he understood.

"The artifacts are all curious about you. Lord Bishamon has never brought the undead back to Takamagahara."

Everything God Bishamon brought back was a sacred weapon, and no undead soul would refuse to become a sacred weapon for such a great god.

"Bishamon God is very tolerant of the dead," Takuya replied.

This sentence made Luba's eyes darken a little, and he said meaningfully: "Yes, Lord Bishamon is not as kind as a noble god."

Takuya pretended not to understand his deeper meaning and still watered the flowers in silence.

Lu Ba looked at him and said, "You always keep this umbrella with you. Does it have any special meaning?"

"Well, it was given to me by a very special person."

As he spoke, Takuya tightened his grip on the umbrella, and the dark blue umbrella turned over, with the tip facing directly towards him, and then whispered: "At the same time, it is also my weapon."

Looking at the dark umbrella tip, the metallic luster was very cold, and a drop of cold sweat fell from Luba's forehead. Although Takuya's face was expressionless, Luba still felt murderous intent at that moment.

This person is very dangerous