Naruto does not speak secretly

The No. 68397 Honmaru is an inconspicuous Honmaru in the government/government data.

This kind of development is not a good Honmaru, but it has a larger area than the usual Honmaru.

It doesn't mean how prosperous it is, just because the number of swords is far more than other Honmaru.

Unlike the dark fall cases described in some notices issued by the Government of Time/Government, the former God Judge was not a fan of knife torture, and did not have any strange hobbies.

However, compared with criminals who focus on harming the bodies of sword men, the abnormality of this judge is more inclined to mental indifference and violence.

Although most god judges know that the summoned Fusangshen are not real human beings, because of the human form of the other party, they subconsciously get along with others with respect.

However, this is not the case for this god judge. Fusangshen, who are human beings, are still cold swords in his heart.

Therefore, summoning Fusangshen is more like a lottery with swords to him.

I want a good-looking, high-end, and cherished sword.

And those useless swords that can be obtained casually are either placed in the corner, or they are taken away because they take up space.

You don't need too many short knives, you just need to select and train a team that can go to the night battle, and throw away all the others.

Dao Da Dao is even more cruel, and all non-cherished swords are laissez-faire.

The originally irresponsible judges later disappeared from time to time, and insufficient supplies became the norm.

Fu Sangshen will always be in those groups, and the other swords are more like decorations.

The few groups of swords that can fight are always exhausted, but these groups alone are obviously not enough to feed the countless swords of Honmaru. The result of the indifference of the god judges is that when supplies are scarce, many Fu Sangshen who forcibly go out to battle because they have no protection Measure while smashing knives on the battlefield.

The Honmaru, which lost its support of spiritual power, was also gradually dilapidated. The weather was good and bad, and the flowers and plants were withered.

No one gets in, medicine is not enough, and even food needs to be frugal. At the beginning, it didn't show up. Afterwards, the lives of Fusangshen's life took a turn for the worse, and the hands were enlarged. the swords.

Honmaru, who was barely able to survive at first, became a purgatory existence.

Their master, the god judge of this pill, abandoned them.

Under this kind of torture, the short knife and the slightly younger looking sword were the first things he couldn't bear.

The endless pain and the gradually weakened body after losing spiritual power, the double torture of body and mind directly led to the appearance of the dark fall.

How could the Fusangshen, who were born to kill the time-traveling army, be willing to degenerate into one of them?

I don't want to hurt everyone in Honmaru, so I locked myself up.

I didn't want to be those ugly guys, so I chose to kill myself.

There is no medicine to treat the dark fall, and all the fusangshen tried their best to stop the dark fall of their companions.

The Fu Sangshen who were in charge of the expedition wanted to kill not only the guy who also tried to change history.

Darkness is contagious, and after Fusangshen who failed to stop in time completely fell into darkness, other swords can only kill them, but the guilt of killing their companions will cause new darkenness.

This is a vicious circle, but it is a vicious circle that cannot be completely untied.

I don't know how many days I have been out of touch with the world.

This was a routine meeting after the pill was abandoned, and it was the only time for the surviving fusangshen to get together, and it was also a time for them to report to each other about the recent situation of the pill.

"Mingho, Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro has confirmed that he will return to the prototype."

"No Smashing Knife List."

"Have you decided on the time and personnel for the next battle?"

"How about the entry?"

After a few days, the assembly hall in Honmaru became lively again, but many of the swords present were wrapped in bandages.

This is the trace of dressing the wound, and it is also the cover for the mutation of the dark fall.

"Where's Shuzhuwan Hall?" Someone asked.

"That...before he was about to fall into darkness, he already..."

The next words were not spoken, but the sadness in the air was even stronger.

"Ah... is it..."

It was the unique charm of swords spoken in the Heian period. The grandfather-like tone dragged a wonderful ending, and Mikazuki, who always had a gentle smile on his face, remained unchanged.

"It turns out that person has already left...but he is still working now, right?"

"Indeed, it's even more difficult to work after dark, let's start the personal report." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong answered in time, and the Fusangshen present also nodded in agreement.

"Then, the sword that is about to fall, please report."

This may be the last and heaviest part of the meeting. Swords who can come to the meeting report the degree of fall by themselves. Among them, Fu Sangshen, who is on the verge of complete fall, needs to report openly and directly.

Exposing one's disqualified side is trampling on one's dignity as a god, but it can't be done. This is the best way to ensure that emergencies can be dealt with in a timely manner.

"Tsurumaru Kuninaga."

The snow-white Fu Sangshen raised his hand. Compared with before, his body was covered with a lot more bandages. The body hidden under the clothes even had bone spurs, and the color of his skin became strange. .

Next to him, California Qingguang immediately raised his hand.

Little Fox Ball.

Mustache cut.

Taro Tachi.

Royal Techu.

Finally there is...

"It seems that even the grandfather who pays attention to health preservation will inevitably fall in the dark."

On the third day, Yuezong is approaching.

"Sanriyue Palace... how could you..."

The eyes with crescent moons had already lost their original luster and turned a dirty red.

He took off the bandage on his left face, and the left eye, which had already mutated more deeply, was completely dragged away from the human appearance.

The whites of the eyes turned black, the skin grew blue veins, and it was covered with red bloodshots. The spreading traces were like countless bugs covering it.

Unlike Tsurumaru's hair which started to turn black, Mikazuki's hair changed from dark blue to silvery white. The sword, which claims to be a grandfather, has finally gotten closer to the real grandfather.

"Haha... Next, everyone must work hard for our sake."

After Honmaru's accident, Mikazuki, who had been comforting the swordsmen in some ways, was about to leave now.

Each meeting is a report, but also a farewell ceremony.

The companions returned to the prototype, the number of injured people increased again, and the number of swords that were about to fall was not under control. The despair that invaded like cancer once again shrouded this abandoned land that could not withstand any blows.

The author has something to say: This chapter is not very pleasant, mainly to explain some settings of Honmaru.

On the premise that the sword has not been treated excessively, the gods are disqualified, and in the face of his own fall, Fu Sangshen, who has a heavy responsibility, probably cannot accept that he becomes a monster, right?

But there are very few unpleasant chapters like today, everyone can rest assured that there will be no abuse in the future, probably~

感谢在2019-11-2700:53:36~2019-11-2723:06:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Forgotten; 1 bottle of Yongyong;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!