[Comprehensive] My god judge is scary

Without disturbing the brotherhood on the other side, Edgar went alone to find another knife that he cared about from the beginning.

In fact, since seeing Tsurumaru, he has performed a mental scan. Not only the appearance of Tsurumaru and Saya, but also the surrounding environment can be seen clearly within the coverage of his mental power. There's a guy hiding in that dense forest.

But there is one thing that makes him very curious, how did this knife hold back and has not jumped out yet?

Edgar did purify Saya, but to be more precise, he invaded him with his own spiritual power and squeezed out the corrupted spiritual power. This can be done gently and without causing any pain, but for the sake of research Tsurumaru's reaction, and forced out the hidden knife, he used a simple and neat method to forcefully fill the blade, and Saya screamed as a matter of course.

Tsurumaru's reaction was as he expected.

You must know that in this time and space, even the darkened and blackened knives are very naive to him, and he has never forgotten the bondage of partners, the love of brothers, and even the first appearance of Tsurumaru, if his speculation is correct According to the chronological order, his first target may not be himself, the god judge, but trying to seize the spiritual power of the retrograde army. The blood of people with spiritual power should be the second candidate.

For the safety of his companions, Tsurumaru will give up running away when he is ignored by a powerful enemy, and instead choose an assassination with a lower probability of success, and he will also choose to exchange with himself in order to save his companions from suffering.

So the hidden knife is so ruthless?The screams of his companions can't arouse his reaction?

That's really interesting, what happened to turn him into such a alien in time and space?

Edgar walked into the woods full of such expectations. Even though he knew the layout of the surrounding flowers and plants well, when he was close to the knife, Edgar still pretended to be tripped by a raised tree root and cut the dead corner. exposed.

...?

Very strange.The other party has breath, and responds to his approach, at least has a sense of touch or hearing, and according to the scan, there are hands, feet and even a knife by his side, why not take any action?

This is an uninhabited forest in Liao. There is no trace of human existence, so the trees grow extremely tall. The giant tree that Edgar is close to can be said to cover most of his vision, and the loss of balance caused by tripping. ...as an enemy, as a soldier in battle, as a bloodthirsty sword, inaction is unthinkable.

Edgar, who was full of curiosity, stopped probing and walked directly to the half-person-high grass beside him. It can be said that thanks to the ancient times when there was no logging activity, the pure natural environment here could not be more suitable for concealment and A sneak attack, but the other party has no intention of hiding?He approached with heavier footsteps, causing the opponent's breathing to become heavy, but after that?No action was taken.What is this legendary ninjutsu that merges itself with nature?

Filled with question marks, Edgar suddenly pushed away the weeds in front of him, and what came into view was light blue hair that was as long as his knees. They were messy, dirty, and uneven, and fanned randomly. Sprinkled on the ground, some became dark because of soil contamination, and some were cut to the neck by swords.

The owner with this long hair probably didn't take care of it. He half leaned half on the tree trunk behind him, closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, and his breathing became heavier, as if he sensed the approaching danger.

However, his sword was clearly within the crook of his arm, but his hands could only tremble slightly without the strength to pick up the knife, and his feet did not have any traces of shoes and socks, and the white feet were covered with mud and weeds , the toes curled up, and the ground could see traces of rubbing feet, but they were also very subtle, and it was obvious that he couldn't walk at all.

Therefore, this is not a cold-blooded and ruthless sword as Edgar imagined. On the contrary, he should be of the emotional faction. Now he is suffering, and his fingernails are full of stains and blood. He is struggling , caused by digging the ground while trying to prop oneself up.

Why this knife came to such a field can actually be seen from his clothes.

He was wearing a set of dark brown underwear full of holes. No, upon closer inspection, its corners were the same blue as the owner's hair color, but it was largely stained with someone's blood. Smudged into a dark color, judging from the distribution of the bloodstains, most of them are blood oozing from his own body.

He had already lost a lot of blood, which was proved by his paler complexion and dry and cracked lips than that of the cursed Edgar. According to the detailed scanning results, if there were not several strands of spiritual power from different sources in his body Sloshing, he must have already died like this.

And these spiritual powers didn't really save him, the forces from different sources collided with each other, and they fought hard inside him. They didn't let him die, but they couldn't make him feel better.

Presumably, Tsurumaru and Saya's act of robbing spiritual power was not only to keep himself alive, but also to keep him alive.

I just don't know if they understand how much pain the knife that can't absorb the power needs to endure, it's probably three or four times more painful than Xiaoye being forcefully purified by him.

If this knife has enough strength to express his wishes to the outside world, does he want to live to accept the pain, or choose to die easily.

Edgar happily walked to his side and touched his face. The knife moved his eyelids again, but he still had no strength to open them. Seeing his constant struggle, Edgar stretched out his hand to touch his face with great interest. His eyes, seen through spiritual power, have deep blue irises, revealing a deep sadness.

Knowing that he would not be able to reply at all, Edgar directly made a spiritual link to him to communicate with him, and the knife was successfully connected without any resistance like a dead sea.

"Nice meeting, I'm Edgar." Edgar introduced himself to him with a smile, but there was no movement or response.

The first time he said his name to the sword, he received such a silent and cold attitude. Edgar was not angry, and continued to be full of emotion, just like reciting verses to perform Hamlet, and asked him:

"To be, or to be destroyed?"

"..."

"Pain, or pleasure?"

"..."

"Peace, or war?"

"...!"

Dao was no longer indifferent, he didn't know that his thoughts were being monitored, even though his lips were chapped, he still tried his best to vibrate his vocal cords with all his strength.

"...discuss...compete..." Qi Ruoyousi.

"What? Choose a war?" Edgar pretended not to know anything, deliberately provoking him.

The Dead Sea in Dao's heart turned into a sea of ​​waves in just one second, and even his body, which had basically lost its function, moved briefly, and his right hand attached to the ground gently touched the soil. A small hole was dug.

"Hoohoo, you really care about this, I understand, I understand, you choose peace, right?"

Compared with Dao's miserable situation, Edgar was very relaxed, and happily stepped over Dao's body, from left to right, and raised his right hand covered in mud, "Well, even so, dressing up It looks like a monk, but no matter how you look at it, it's the palm of a warrior."

He didn't care about the dust, blood, and scars on it, and pressed the palm of the knife vigorously: "Every callus on the top represents the moment when you swing the knife," Edgar asked like this, and Edgar didn't wait for an answer. , held those palms and pressed them to his smooth cheeks, and rubbed them together, "Well, how many people have beheaded with such rough hands? Even so, you still want to say that you choose peace?"

As Edgar asked, he transmitted spiritual power to the knife through his close palms, to suppress those spirit powers that were moving indiscriminately.

"If you want to prove your belief to me, just open your eyes and look at me." After the transmission was enough to support his small movements, Edgar put down his scarred right hand and turned to hold the face of the knife, letting He faces himself.

"..." Dao slowly raised his eyelids. His eyes were indeed as blue as the sea, and illuminated by the moonlight, they didn't seem to be dead in spiritual power, but sparkled with deep sadness in them. flashing.

……

Jiang Xue was a little surprised.

When he was unable to move, Guang whispered devilish whispers and imagined the appearance of the person in front of him. Such a human being who compares survival with pain, and destruction with joy, should be good at confusing people. He is a gorgeous man with extremely aggressive looks.

However, although the facial features of the person in front of him were indeed beautiful, they were not so beautiful that they could be male or female. He even had a gentle temperament, a kind smile on his face, and a ridiculous amount of dirt stains on his cheeks, but he didn't care about it.

Compared with the devil, looking at it this way, compared with himself as the killing knife, he is more like a kind person.

It is really unimaginable that it is such a human being that makes Saya scream in pain, fights fiercely with Tsurumaru, and even asks leisurely in his own ear whether to choose life or death.

"I... hate war."

He could not speak for a long time, which made his voice hoarse. Every word he said seemed to cut his own throat, but after realizing that his body had regained the ability to move, the first thing Jiang Xue did was to stare at the man in front of him, clearly Expressed his thoughts, just as Edgar had asked before.

He slowed down, and said word by word again: "When will war disappear from this world...?" He asked the man in front of him as if he was a spiritual teacher, completely unable to see Before that, he regarded that person as a bewitching devil.

In other words, as long as someone can listen to his questions and even respond to him, he will be very happy.

"Yeah, I've thought about this question too, I've asked the right person!" Edgar's tone was still joyful, as if the sadder Jiang Xue was, the more he was confrontational, showing joy.

"First of all, it depends on your understanding of war. Is a small-scale fight caused by the conflict between two small groups a war? It's like the plunder between ants." Edgar raised Jiang Xue's two hands Picking up hair and fighting back and forth, it seems to be simulating war.

"..."

Seeing Jiang Xue meditating, Edgar divided all Jiang Xue's hair into two strands like a playful child, and held them evenly in the palm of his hand. At first glance, it looked like two low ponytails. He smiled lightly and returned to the previous topic again.

"Or, do you think that only the killing of thousands of troops is considered a war?" He raised his hands high, and then let go of the blue hair in his hands, and three thousand threads of trouble fell by gravity before Jiang Xue's eyes , and then scattered down, as if the lives of human beings on the simulated battlefield were falling one by one.

"...!" Jiang Xue was shocked by her own association, and turned her helpless eyes to the man who aroused his imagination, and then she was poked on the cheek with her finger, ".........".

"If you think war is the former, then I can only answer you, peace will come after 'killing all intelligent creatures', such an answer." The man raised the corners of his mouth high and smiled brightly, "Because I like the look in your eyes very much, so I will give you a special gift~"

He stood up, bathed himself in the moonlight and opened his hands, as if embracing the whole world:

"I, but completed 99% of this sentence."

Obviously his whole body was shrouded in light, but this person relied on his own aura to make the surroundings a bit darker. He stared at Jiang Xue and promised word by word:

"If you belong to me, when you can go back with me one day, the eternal peace you want will almost be in your pocket."

"..."

Jiang Xue only felt that although the person in front of him was smiling, his eyes were very indifferent, and as time went by, it was even mixed with a bit of tyranny.

The author has something to say:

jj turned my 24 chapters into 26 (ノДT)

Fortunately, I have saved manuscripts, but I forgot what I said in this column at the time...

In short, thank you readers for the landmines!