King Solomon's Road to Righteousness[Comprehensive]

This time, the conference of god judges was forced to stop halfway due to the accidental destruction of the barrier, and the number of casualties was still being counted. People who hurriedly walked in various offices all looked exhausted.

But fortunately, this retrograde army has already attacked once, and based on past experience, until the next assembly, those history destroyers will no longer act collectively in an organized manner.

This can be regarded as luck among misfortunes.

072, the most seriously injured god judge, barely saved his life, but because of the heavy shadow in his heart, according to the evaluation of relevant personnel, he is no longer suitable to continue to serve as a god judge.

After he fully recovers from his injuries, God Judge 072 will remove this code name, wipe out all the memories about the Government of Time, and then return to the ordinary human society.The Honmaru and the sword that originally belonged to him will be taken over by the new God Inspector, and will continue to be active on the front line against the retrograde army as a member of the protection of history.

"Okay, you just stay here."

Aiba Yukini stood still in front of the gate leading to her Honmaru.

He turned his head and said to the three heroic spirits following him: "The next thing is my job. If possible, I hope you don't interfere."

No relative to Aiba Yukini had no objection to the opinion put forward, but Galahad, who had just been summoned not long ago, raised an objection.

"I fought against those retrograde troops before.

The Heroic Spirit holding a huge shield had a serious expression on his face.

"They are far superior to ordinary humans in terms of strength and attack skills. If Mr. Aiba wants to go deep into the base camp of the retrograde army alone, with all due respect, it is still too dangerous."

Aiba Yukino shook her head.

"This is the situation I have to face alone, and I shouldn't have you to help me."

"but……"

"He just loves to dig into corners so much, let him go."

Wuxiang folded his arms and looked at Yukimi Aiba.

"The top exorcist cultivated by the Aiba family will not be as powerful as it seems on the surface... He is officially stamped by the Government of Time and can fight with one enemy against a hundred, so don't worry about it , Galahad."

"Is such that."

Aiba Yukini smiled at Galahad who was still disapproving.

"There is nothing doubtful about my own strength, but now..."

He picked up the long red sword that he had been holding in his hand and showed it to the other party.

"Since I have such a treasure in my hand, and the spell that I will not be able to break until I become a god has disappeared... I have no reason to lose to those fallen swords again."

"That……"

"There, Galahad."

Wuxiang stopped the heroic spirit of the shield who wanted to continue talking.

He looked at Yukimi Aiba.

"The next thing is your world, your future. Go, don't worry about it anymore."

"This is really a middle school two."

Aiba Yukimi shook her head amusedly.

"It's just a good word from you."

He took one last look at his heroic spirit who had the same appearance as himself and claimed to be from a parallel world, and then opened the door to his Honmaru without hesitation.

"senior!"

Galahad growled at Formless as the door closed again in front of them.

"Even if he has the ability to resist everything, but, since we have the ability, why don't we help him."

"Don't you understand yet?"

Wuxiang tilted his head: "Because for 'Aiba Xuejian', this is the value of his existence, and this value is what he values ​​most."

"If you make a move—maybe for you, you have made an effort and you think you have done the right thing, but for Aiba Yukimi, you have denied his value."

He frowned.

"In layman's terms, the task of killing the Dark Fallen Sword in his Honmaru is the only thing he can prove that he is unique, and if you help him, you will steal his job."

"But……"

Galahad bit his lower lip unwillingly.

"This kind of thinking is... This kind of thinking is really a bit strange."

"Senior, you still entrust me with the task of guarding Yedidia, but Aiba Yukimi, in this world, has... such extreme thoughts."

Isn't this just saying that I am also extreme in a disguised form?

Wuxiang glanced at Galahad speechlessly.

"Because to Jedidiah, I am irreplaceable. This is an unquestionable thing. I don't need to do anything more to prove this fact."

"senior……"

This time it was Galahad's turn to be helpless.

"Is it really good to be so confident in front of him?"

He looked at Jedidiah who was obediently standing beside Wuxiang.

"This seems to be a little different from what you and I described at the beginning? I feel that Jedidiah is more sensible than you, senior, in certain situations."

"...I didn't specifically refer to being irreplaceable emotionally, but to other aspects."

Recalling Jedidiah's intellectual recovery state belatedly, Wuxiang's tone suddenly became a little guilty.

Jedidiah's mental growth rate is indeed somewhat beyond Wu Xiang's expectations.He could treat the other party with the attitude of treating children before, but after the other party revealed his own behavior style to himself, it is obviously not very good for Wuxiang to use a way of coaxing children to interact with the other party It's done.

How much memory has he recovered so far?Now that he knows the New Testament, can it be assumed that he has recalled all his experiences, including the Romani Akiman period?

No, after Wuxiang put forward this conjecture, he immediately vetoed himself.

If he had completely returned to his original state at the memory level, then he would not treat himself with the current attitude.

Wuxiang recalled the scenes of getting along with Romani Akiman in the past, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Galahad keenly felt the change in Wuxiang's mood.

As a Heroic Spirit who has been with Wuxiang for the longest time, he can be regarded as the person who knows this Master best in all Chaldea.He watched the other party fall into madness because of the death of Romani Akiman, and watched him recover from the slump, restrain all the despair in his heart, and began to carry out the "Resurrection of Solomon" that only he participated in. plan".

Galahad wanted to imitate the past mode of getting along with Wuxiang as much as possible, so that the other party can relax during the period when he has not returned to the Seat of Heroes.He did, but only for a few minutes.

When Wuxiang faced his former juniors (or juniors), he would indeed be more casual in his words and deeds than in the past, but after all, he is not the original Master No. 48 who only focuses on restoring human reason.

On the road to resurrecting Solomon, Wuxiang has experienced too many things that Galahad has not participated in.Those experiences that can be called tribulations gradually polished his originally cheerful and optimistic personality to the current hidden madness, and as a heroic spirit that can only be manifested when he is summoned, Galahad is deeply moved every time he sees Wuxiang. Deeply feel powerless and sorry for its change.

However, this is the path chosen by the senior, and he has no reason to interfere with his behavior.

When Galahad thought of this, his thoughts suddenly stopped for a second.

Ah, is this the reason why Wuxiang stopped him from helping Aiba Xuejian earlier?

The Heroic Spirit of the Shield knew all the details of Wuxiang's "Solomon's Resurrection Plan". Of course, he knew that the god judge who was slashing and killing Anqiu Fusangshen in front of him was not Wuxiang himself at some level.But since the other party will be chosen as the "host", then his character and essence must be surprisingly similar to Wuxiang on a certain level.

They should all be the kind of people who will never change after making up their minds.

"Okay, although I also know that it seems a bit silly to let him fight and kill inside alone, but we all chat outside, but..."

Wuxiang stepped forward and put both hands on the handle of the door.

"I have changed his life once before, so I think at least this time, I should give him the power to decide his own future back to his own hands."

Galahad was taken aback.But before he could say anything, Wu Xiang opened the door leading to Honmaru with a "swish".

"Let's go."

Wuxiang looked at the shield hero who looked absent: "There is only one life reaction left in this pill."

Just as Wuxiang said, when the several heroic spirits stepped across the messy inner room and walked to the courtyard of Honmaru, they only saw Aiba Yukini.There were a few swords scattered here and there under his feet, all of which were half black and half silver.

Sensing Wu Xiang's arrival, Aiba Xuejian, who had lowered his head before and didn't know what expression was on his face, turned his head slowly.

When Galahad saw the opponent's eyes, he couldn't help but gasped.

Those were a pair of pure golden eyes without mechanism or emotion.

"Feel sorry."

Aiba Xuejian said to Wuxiang who was walking towards him: "It seems that you used it too hard and broke your treasure."

He said sorry words, but there was no remorse or guilt in his tone, and he handed back the red sword that had been restored to the shape of a ring to Wuxiang.

"fine."

Wuxiang took the ring very calmly, put it in the sun and took a photo.

The ring, which originally had no scratches on its surface, was now pierced by a deep crack.That crack is entrenched on the surface of the metal ring, like a poisonous snake, always warning of the dangerous situation where it is located.

After confirming the status of the ring, Wu Xiang brought it back to his hand.

Then, he looked at Aiba Xuejian who was looking at him with a pair of golden eyes.

"Are you still...a god?"

He was a little uncertain: "Because you killed Fu Sangshen who has a divine nature?"

"Ah."

Aiba Yukino responded briefly.

"Killed Fusangshen, inherited the power of faith that originally belonged to their believers, and then saw the realm that the original 'Aiba Yukimi' could not see..."

He suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"turn out to be……"

Xiang Ye Xuejian said hesitantly to Wu Xiang.

"You really don't have a name."