The enemy knife Yaoer [comprehensive comics]

It was a little quiet outside the house, and it was the midsummer season, but the sound of cicadas could not be heard at all.It rained continuously all day during the day, and it was already night at this time. The rainwater flowed drop by drop from the tip of the dilapidated and dilapidated eaves along the accumulated ravines all the year round, and hit the black soil. Dirty marks splashed one after another on the broken wall.

Sitting under the dim eaves, Dian Dao stared at the only path leading to this hut in the dark night. The moon was covered and only a glimmer of light came through, and there was no sound. This place seemed to be isolated, like another world.

In the silence, there was a sudden sound of iron objects colliding. Leaning against the threshold, he suddenly straightened his body, and put one hand on the dagger at his waist, like a small animal, his dark eyes swept away in an instant. The godless, flashing light just around the corner.

The sound of slightly heavy footsteps was getting closer. In the dark, he quietly licked the corners of his lips, and his feet began to gather strength. His sharp nails almost penetrated into the wooden door frame. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and shot out like an arrow feather.

In an instant, the sound of iron objects colliding almost pierced the night sky, and the sparks produced by the friction between the two vaguely illuminated each other's faces for a moment.

He was slightly taken aback, the hand holding the dagger could not help but relax, the next moment that arm was grabbed by a powerful big hand, and took the opportunity to relieve his strength, pulling him as if to bring him into his arms.

Leng Leng let the other party pull him in front of him, the familiar smell mixed with a very obvious smell of blood, he blinked, and just about to open his arms to hug the other party, but at this moment the man suddenly pulled He casually pushed his body into the arms of the person behind him, passed him and walked away without hesitation.

The short knife was pushed away, and he rushed directly to the embrace behind the man with great strength, and buried his whole face in the man's clothes.There was a shock, and he stuck his head out of the other party's cumbersome clothes, looking up at the smiling and happy-looking eldest wife.

The thick humidity mixed with the smell of blood, the moon gradually peeked out from behind the clouds, vaguely illuminating the other party's clear face, he tried hard to tighten the arms hugging the waist of Da Tai's sword, and unconsciously grabbed the other party and scattered them to the waist With long black feather hair, he grinned happily.

"Welcome back! Boss!"

He is a dagger.

To be precise, it is the enemy's dagger.

The big family that joined here three years ago... No, it should have been here when he was conscious.He didn't know his own forger, age, or even his name. In this situation, he was taken to this dilapidated hut by the lead, pointing to the two vibrations knife sitting in the dark in the corner of the room.

"You are in the first team, responsible for this area."

Dagger didn't understand what the leader said at all, and that leader seemed irresponsible, he slapped his ass and drifted away without explaining to him, a newcomer, wisps of blue-black smoke dissipated in the air , leaving him and the hut to face each other silently.

At first, the relationship between the short knife and the two vibrating knives was not good at all. He spent all the time in the hut counting the ants on the ground. After the news of going out, I consciously put on my saber outfit and go out together.

Although the leader once said that they are a team, but after walking out of the path leading to the battlefield, new and unfamiliar swords will be incorporated into the team from time to time.

They either carry the swords with strong human emotions in their behavior before the dark fall, or they are directly arranged in the team after waking up like him, or they are some blind-eyed beings The puppet-like sword brought by the puller.

It is said that they are mass-produced consumables here.Because they also had no names, he collectively referred to them as the Soulless in private.

Dagger once asked about the situation of a sword similar to him in private, but he seems to be the only one who seems to be unclear about everything about himself in terms of memory.

It has been a month since I learned that my camp is called 'Historical Revisionism'.I didn't hear it from the two sword strikes in the same team, but learned from the opponent's sword camp during a mission.

Of course, the other party shouted out in a tone of anger and hatred that almost killed his whole family.

Historical revisionism, to put it bluntly, means to falsify history.From the perspective of the other party, the work he is doing can be said to be quite bad. The sword with only a little memory before the dark fall sometimes suddenly becomes hesitant on the battlefield because of the same feelings that still remained not long ago.

Unfortunately, once they step into the battlefield, these swords that maintain normal human shapes will be suppressed into some unknown monsters (this completely violates his aesthetics), and this appearance happens to appear in the sight of the sword on the other side. The two sides fought fiercely without any suspense, but the result is that the injury or death cannot be known.

And due to the reason for the change of form due to the suppression of them on the battlefield, because of a momentary hesitation, the number of enemy swords who died under Touken who was still working with the same Honmaru not long ago is also quite a lot.In the short period of time he entered the team, he witnessed the smashing of nearly a hundred enemy swords, but when the next mission starts, there will still be new faces of enemy swords around him.

Dian Dao doesn't think there is anything wrong with what he is doing, but thinks that apart from the occasional task, the other time is free and it is not lacking to live a relaxed life.

Of course, the premise is that he can walk out of the battlefield alive.

I didn't feel too sad, because after all, he was brought to the battlefield since he was aware of the outside world, and he was not so much working for the forces here as he was obeying his desire to live.

Why do you say that?

Because of one thing, he realized the fact that he didn't seem to be as free as he imagined, and was always on the edge of a cliff.

It was almost half a year since Dian Dao came to the hut. At that time, the relationship between him and the two swords in the house had begun to ease. At least they had met each other under the same roof.

One of the two of them is a big sword, and the other is a big sword. The two of them are about as tall as two of him.

Odachi's character is actually quite docile, but because he has been in the team much longer than him, and the things he has experienced are much more complicated, so that he can't get along with the swords in the same team at all.

——To put it simply, the swords and swords that had worked with him were broken one by one on the battlefield, and the Odachi, who seemed tall and powerful but was actually so delicate, couldn't bear it for a while, and took the initiative to cut off the communication with others willing.

On the other hand, carrying the Taidao is a sword that is cold from the bone to the skin. It is said that he seems to have fallen from the opposite side. He must have experienced some very bad things to distort his personality to this extent.To be honest, he is still surprised that he can get along with this Zhendao in the same team.

The topic went away.

In short, the short knife suddenly discovered that he seemed to be under control on a particularly unusual day half a year later.

That day, when the dagger was leaning against the wall and staring at the ceiling in a daze, his whole body seemed to be stripped of strength, and he plunged headfirst into the ground.

The inside of the house was no better than the outside, and the rough gravel on the ground made his face ache.He thought he was stunned and accidentally fell to the ground, so he raised his arms and tried to sit up again.However, before he could support half of his body, there were two more loud crashes in the room, so loud that it gave people a toothache.

He looked up suspiciously, only to see that the two swords sitting at the other end also fell to the ground, but one was facing up and the other was facing down.

"Has it reached this time..."

After hearing Odachi's wry smile and soft words, Dagger relaxed his body movements and lay flat on the ground naturally, as if he was not passively falling down just now but was about to sleep peacefully.

He was a little dazed, and turned to look at Taidao lying on the ground.Taidao's hair is very long, almost comparable to Taita's waist-length hair, but because he often uses bandages to tie his ponytail, it doesn't look that long.

However, it seemed that the moment of falling just now was too unexpected, the ponytail was scattered on the ground when the Taidao was tied up, and the long black feather-like hair was faintly stained with the dirt on the ground, which made people feel a little regretful.

That's right, the dagger is actually an out-and-out face control.There was a time before that he hated going to the battlefield, not because he was afraid of being broken on the battlefield, but because he really couldn't bear to go to the battlefield and his peerless beauty would be turned into a snake that looks like a dragon, but has no wings. It can fly, and it also has its own power generation function. It is just a skeleton image with two cheap horns on its head.

Whether it's the image of Da Tai who sells pork with a strong body, or Tai Dao's image of a rich second generation who wears a black hat and exudes spiritual pressure anytime, anywhere, everything makes him call his hot eyes and doesn't want to be on the first stage again. secondary field.

So when I saw the always cold Taidao weakly (not) falling to the ground, with my shoulders trembling with pity (spontaneously imagining), the short sword subconsciously wanted to drag his body and crawl to Taidao's side to comfort him he goes.

However, he didn't have any strength in his limbs, and he couldn't feel his whole body except his neck, so he could only watch helplessly when the Taidao fell three meters away from him.