God Judge's Dark Fall Project[Comprehensive]

The artificial man who was carried by Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't have a chance to see the follow-up picture clearly.

So his system seems to be stuck, always staying in the picture just now, so detailed that he can see every strand of hair clearly——

As far as the eye can see, there are all retrograde troops like dark clouds and swamps, covering every inch of the gap in darkness, squeezing the vision of others like violent color blocks, causing extremely strong spiritual pollution.

Only the knife-fighting youth standing in the center is like a picture scroll that never fades.

Even though he was still wearing a dusty quilt, he couldn't cover up the pure light he radiated, like a lonely lighthouse illuminating the deep sea, silently showing his own sense of existence.

Due to the wind blowing around him, the cloth covering his head was lifted a little, revealing a pair of clear green eyes.

Even in the face of a hopeless situation, they didn't even have the slightest intention of retreating. On the contrary, they were extremely dazzling, so scorching that people dare not look directly at them.

Probably in order to make sure that his inquisitor could leave the scene safely, he kept his eyes fixed on the corner of the corridor, firmly conveying his inner thoughts.

——Please, please live a good life.

"Let go of me! Let me go! Tsurumaru Kuninaga—!"

Already aware of the determination in Fu Sangshen's eyes, Mio couldn't calm down more and more, struggling to jump out of the embrace that imprisoned her.

However, he had consumed too much power just now, and he was already in an extremely weak state. In addition, the strength of the Dark Fallen Knife was extremely powerful, which made everything he did useless.

Perhaps to calm him down, the black-haired and snow-skinned young man raised his arm, pressed his five fingers against the artificial man's head and pressed it down until it was close to his neck and he could not see the outside world at all.

"it will be pass away……"

Due to the rapid running, his voice sounded no longer as light and jumpy as before, as if suppressed by an invisible weight, causing heavy waves in the vocal cords.

"Everything will pass." He repeated again, and then weaved a beautiful dream for the person in his arms, "Now is just the darkness before dawn, as long as you are still alive, there will always be a moment when you open your eyes to welcome the dawn .”

"I don't understand what you guys want to do, I don't understand anything!"

Mio, who has been forcing herself to grow up all this time, finally took off her disguise, revealing the most tender and tender part inside to the outside world again.So even a careful stroking will trigger his pain and trembling, making him as vulnerable and helpless as a wounded puppy.

He doesn't have a brilliant brain, he doesn't have the magnanimity to strategize, and he doesn't have any indifference with a well-thought-out plan.

From the beginning to the end, he was just a clumsy guy who desperately wanted to rewrite the ending, and he couldn't even consider other perfect possibilities except sacrificing himself.

It can be said that he is actually isolating himself from the door of happiness.

I hope everyone can live on safe and sound - this is the driving force that supports him to forge ahead, it is a humble and powerful obsession that makes him move forward step by step to where he is today.

But now, what he guarded guarded him in turn, which undoubtedly caused a huge shock to his heart.

"If I don't have you, what's the point of me living alone?!" His sharper voice was mixed with the faint sound of electricity, which sounded like drifting from the universe hundreds of millions of light-years away. The radio was playing, and it looked extraordinarily distorted.

A sigh broke out from the top of his head, but he still didn't want to let go of him.

So he couldn't bear it any more, he simply used his only remaining weapon, hugged Tsurumaru's shoulder, and wanted to bite down through his clothes fiercely.

But before the jaws closed, he himself loosened his strength, causing the pointed canines to touch the fabric of the collarbone, vibrating like molars.

In the end, he still couldn't bear to hurt the other party.

Probably aware of his behavior of releasing water, Dark Falling Knife helped him brush up his flying warm brown long hair, and the original serious mood eased down, turning into a helpless gentleness like twisting fingers.

"That sentence, I really want to return it to you intact."

As if he had returned to his usual teasing manner, the other party poked him on the head, and said with a smile: "You are such a little kid, what kind of old-fashioned self-sacrifice is there? You have to learn to relax and push the pressure away." Let others share it!"

"—Besides, we have no plans to perish."

While talking, they had secretly avoided the fighting battlefield and came to a spiral staircase leading underground.

Directly in front of it, the Okita group responsible for clearing the road had stunned the pursuers with two strikes of swords, and was impatiently waiting for the arrival of their own god judges.

"This way, this way!"

Seeing Mio who survived successfully, Kali Qingguang couldn't help showing a smile that was lost and regained, and took the initiative to take the man back into his arms, complaining slightly choked: "Really, please don't take yourself at risk again. La! I have told you many times before..."

"...Sorry." The artificial man who was educated by Fu Sangshen in his family drooped his head, and made a mistake in a small voice.

Seeing this, Yamato Mamoru Anding, who has long been accustomed to such a scene, patted his companion on the shoulder, and acted as a mediator for the number of times, "Okay, okay, Kiyomitsu, although I can't help feeling like I want to put him in prison." The impulsiveness in the small black room that no one can find, but you still endure it well? You have to emulate me."

Of course, the lines in his mouth always reveal a little dangerous breath.

So, as always, it caused a headache from the side beside him: "You are the guy who is the least qualified to be a peacemaker..."

"Huh, huh...you, your relationship is really good..." You Ke, who almost lost his life, leaned against the wall, adjusted his breathing with difficulty, and expressed his thoughts as clearly as possible at the moment.

Her gaze couldn't help sliding down the stairs, as if staring into the abyss, she suddenly woke up, and whispered in surprise: "How did you find this place, how did you know...?"

"This matter still depends on Sanriyue Palace."

Even if you haven't seen her before, based on the current situation, the black-haired swordsman can know the identity of her friendly army, and now he has started an information exchange very honestly: "He has put in a lot of effort. Beauty... Well, the charm of the sword was found out from various people. Hey, we owe him a huge favor this time!"

"Kanban Lang really lives up to his reputation."

The corners of the female staff who were devoted to scientific research and comprehension and had no time to appreciate the coquettishness in it twitched slightly, and completely gave up the idea of ​​retiring to the second line to raise knives in the future.

——Just kidding, I always feel that if I am not careful, I will lose all my secrets!Heianjing's old sword is too scary!

Mio, who didn't know what kind of riddle they were playing, looked around, and finally couldn't hold back her curiosity, and asked full of thirst for knowledge: "Why do you seem to know it well, but there is no relevant information in my database at all?"

"That's to prevent accidents from accidentally leaking the government's secrets, so it's not entered into your system on purpose." You Ke didn't have any intention of hiding it at this time, so he truthfully told the truth.

"——At the bottom of this place is the special storage room where the spirit of the sword is sealed."

"In other words, it is the final weapon for us to defeat the Government of Time." California Qingguang helped to add, and then smiled and said proudly: "If you awaken all your souls, how can mere human beings be the opponents of the last gods?" ah?"

Cyborgs, who had never been exposed to similar possibilities, could not help but ponder.

Compared with his ignorance, You Ke, who is in an important position, obviously thinks more, and subconsciously blurted out a sentence of worry: "Unlike the mass-produced spirits, without the docile temperament rewritten in advance, how can you be sure that 'they' will not hurt innocent people?" human beings?"

"Do you want a guarantee?"

Hearing this, the smile on Yamato Shou'an's lips grew even higher, without concealing his nature as a murder weapon, and he whispered in a cool voice: "Humans have tricked 'them' into signing a contract with rhetoric, and they are trying to take us away. Treasures that were finally found. If they were all killed, wouldn’t it just be possible to restore peace to the world? I really wish for it.”

The air froze for a moment.

The two strikes of Dark Falling Knife, who were listening to his radical remarks, did not make a sound to stop them, as if they had drawn a dividing line invisibly, putting themselves in the camp opposed to human beings.

As the last god, Fu Sangshen should have lived a carefree life, and there was absolutely no need to get involved in the disputes of the world, let alone use the rules made by humans to restrict his behavior.

That was an extremely ridiculous thing.

At this moment, women bound by common sense can only turn their eyes to Mio, seeking his help.

Even though most of the cyborgs have more reason to hate and take revenge, she still believes that the other party has a softer heart than ordinary humans, and will never let the situation go to the worst.

The warm-brown-haired boy in the center of the typhoon came back to his senses, as if he had made up his mind, and a childish smile appeared on his slightly pale face.

"Yuke, how could you forget?"

He eloquently revealed a certain truth: "If it is not for trusting in the goodness of human beings, no matter how many troops the government of the time sends out, it will be impossible to force them to sign the contract. So even if there is no external force, they are still the same The most gentle god."

"——I believe it from the bottom of my heart, no matter whether it is the spirit or the original spirit, they have never changed their kindness."

"Ah, don't say it casually, Lord Hall!"

The knife-wielding boy who was holding him stomped his feet, as if a little shy, raised his head to cover his expression: "Yeah, since we've reached this level, I can't live up to your expectations."

"Well, but what I just said was my true thoughts... Alas, Qingguang, don't step on me casually, it really hurts to step on your feet with high heels?"

"Stop talking nonsense at a time like this, you bastard!"

Seeing that the two strikes and swords had returned to the lively mutual dislike mode, Tsurumaru, who felt that he was carrying the burden of the elders, turned his head and suggested to the woman not far away: "If you are not at ease, why don't you go down and have a look? Like? There are still some places that may need your help."