God Judge's Dark Fall Project[Comprehensive]

The Fu Sangshen who participated in the battle just now couldn't help becoming nervous, for fear that San Riyue's explanation would not be in place, which would cause them to lose their impression points, and they would have no chance to be forgiven by their own god judges in the future.

——Although, although I have made up my mind before, if it can be saved, of course it is better to struggle as much as possible...

In contrast, the other sword spirits who were awakened at the same time did not understand the current situation, so they could only watch the Shura field between them curiously, and squatted down for real-time information by the way.

The most beautiful blade that has attracted much attention is calm and abnormal, with a gentle arc that confuses people's hearts, and asked unhurriedly: "Is there something wrong? We have successfully retained the memory and the seal. Everyone should be happy Let's end."

"……At least."

The boy who was embraced by California Qingguang finally made a sound, but it was obvious that he was suppressing the emotions that were almost boiling, trying not to look too weak, and replied very firmly: "At least you should tell me in advance, Why do you want to make a claim—"

"Because you did the same thing?"

Extremely rare, Sanri Yuezong cut off his soul torture slightly forcefully, and launched a counterattack like an eye for an eye, which made him freeze in place, and his arrogance suddenly fell a lot.

"That, that is..."

"You should reflect on what you have done, Lord Hall."

The Heian Kyotachi, who has lived for countless years, approached step by step, as if following a certain rhythm, guiding the rhythm of the conversation without haste, and even swapping the identities of the two sides so that he was on the more favorable side.

He bent his eyes with crescent moons, glanced at where Sammer was, and continued with a smile: "Besides, you also died for us once and did similar things... so let's just talk about it." Is it even?"

"You, how do you know everything?"

Perhaps it was the first time in a "hostile" relationship, Mio seemed to have re-understood his essence, and couldn't help feeling a kind of secret nervousness and panic, subconsciously shrinking her neck.

However, his acknowledgment was tantamount to dropping a nuclear bomb, which made the dozens of souls who used to exist as Dark Fallen Knives nearly lose their minds.

As an aggressive chef, Hasebe was the first to hold back his emotions, and came to the artificial man with a smooth movement like sliding and kneeling, showing an expression of wanting to commit seppuku, and started the mode of apologetic chatter:

"What's 'you died once for us'? What the hell is going on?!"

"I clearly swore to protect your safety at all times, but that kind of thing happened...all of it is my negligence!"

"Please punish me..."

Perhaps on weekdays, the appearance of his random thoughts always looks a little funny, which seems to be a bit of a sense of existence and a fight for favor.But the current situation is completely different, he held Mio's hand and pressed his forehead against it, making it impossible to pull him away.

Because he seemed to be shrugging his shoulders in the next second, crying and begging for forgiveness in the most humble gesture.

His overly long forehead hair covered his eyes and covered his expression, but his trembling voice couldn't hide it at all, "I'm really incompetent...but even if I'm so useless, , still want to get the qualification to stay by your side, it's disgustingly greedy."

"Don't belittle yourself like this. Seeing that you are safe and sound, I am too happy..." When encountering such a combination of soft and hard, how could a pure-hearted artificial human be able to resist, immediately softened his posture, and gently raised his hand to touch the person in front of him gray hair top.

It looks like a puppy with fluffy paw pads stretched out. Although he is scarred and embarrassed and hiding in a small cardboard box, he still has goodwill towards people and tries to show the most docile side.

Not to mention Fu Sangshen who had been with him before, even the sword spirits who watched them get along, couldn't help but start to move, wanting to stroke his dog-tail-like long brown hair with itchy hands.

Seeing this, You Ke, who consciously shouldered the responsibilities of an old mother, was deeply relieved, and faintly worried about his future life in Honmaru.

——Shouldn’t you be robbed by these guys every day?Mio-kun doesn't know how to refuse, it must be very hard...

Probably because she was affected, she unconsciously relaxed her mind, almost forgetting that she was still in a dangerous battlefield.

Unlike her, the royal platform who led the retrograde army noticed the joyful atmosphere on the other side, and his blood surged on the spot, wishing to spit out a mouthful of hellfire, burning all the guys who hindered him to death.

He never expected that Sanriyue Zongjin would adopt the tactic of breaking the boat, causing him to experience the ecstasy of victory, and then fell to the bottom of failure in an instant. He was almost overwhelmed by the strong sense of gap, and became completely unable to think.

"Damn it, how dare you, how dare you deceive the future absolute ruler! Aren't you afraid of death without a place to die!" The man's facial expression was completely distorted and collapsed. Compared with the unclear retrograde army, he looked more terrifying The monster makes people instinctively look away after one more look, for fear of bringing discomfort to their stomachs.

Hearing the shameless nonsense of the enemy general, Yamato Moran, who had died once in battle, turned his head, stared at the ants not far away with sharp eyes, and suddenly sneered.

"The place of burial? Ha, I've chosen the place to bury the grave. What if I don't know you?" After returning to his original spirit, the aura around him became even stronger, almost to the point where he would be scratched by him even if he got close.

As he paced forward, he pulled out the main body hanging from his waist, pointed the coldly shining blade at the direction of the royal platform, and expressed the meaning of his words—whether he was dead or alive, his destination would always be There is only one place, and that is beside the person he cherishes.

Such provocative words and deeds undoubtedly further intensified Yutai's anger.

If it weren't for the fact that the aces were used almost the same, and he was basically in a state of powerlessness, he unscrewed the heads of all the sword spirits early in the morning to vent the surging anger that was constantly boiling and tumbling inside his chest.

"You don't understand politics and interests at all, you are just tools to be slaughtered! Sooner or later, sooner or later..."

The man who was driven to the end opened his arms, as if standing on a podium, and laughed wildly towards the sky, saying almost cursed lines.

"You will fall into a situation beyond redemption, and you will be squeezed a thousand times more than before, and you will not be able to be redeemed until the end! Hahahahaha——"

"What a long last word."

Perhaps because he thought his appearance was very hot, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had recovered into a snow-white body, took off his haori, casually covered the top of Mio's head, and pressed hard twice at the same time, and said a soft whisper: "Children Don't look around, you will have nightmares at night. Next, leave it to us to deal with."

"But—" The artificial human wrapped in glutinous rice balls moved twice, and seemed to reappear, contributing its own strength.

However, the sword spirits who walked forward one by one did not give him a chance, as if they were stroking the mascot representing victory, they would touch his head through the clothes when each blade passed by, successfully suppressing his resistance .

Even the guy who has not made a contract with him is the same.

"You were bullied by Sanriyue before, right?"

The oldest brother of the Santiao family is accidentally walking with a small dagger, bouncing around, letting the single-toothed clogs under his feet make a crisp sound, combining with Qingyue's voice to form an unforgettable cuteness movement.

He leaned close to Mio's ear, and made a very reliable promise: "Don't worry, I will avenge you later!"

"That's right, punishment is still necessary. After all, it's a heinous crime to make the lovely lord cry." As if forgetting his crime of complicity, Xiaohumaru passing by happily chose the camp, and abandoned it without hesitation. Former accomplices.

——For the future status of the Sanjo family in Honmaru, it is necessary to make a statement.Well, it's definitely not bad to beat up my brother.

At this moment, Sanri Yuezong, who was rarely at the forefront, suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and a sad premonition that his future would never be easy flashed through his mind.

...It should be an illusion.

He comforted himself silently, with a calm expression on his face, with the pomp and demeanor of a nobleman in Ping An, and he looked straight at the black wave formed by the marching army indifferently.

Even though Karna wiped out many enemies by himself, the remaining number is still considerable.What's more, the space-time gap behind the royal platform is still continuously pouring out new assisting forces to enrich his army, which can be regarded as maintaining a state of balance.

But with the addition of sword spirits, the situation will undoubtedly change drastically.

"Watch me kill you! Kill you!"

The man who led the retrograde army was completely unwilling to face the reality, repeating like a neurotic lunatic, completely ignoring that the power he stole from the artificial man was getting weaker and weaker, and even began to consume his own life energy.

He was already a monster who had lost his mind.

And his incompetence and rage could not rewrite the battle situation at the scene. The most beautiful blade, which he had just captured and took the initiative to seek death, made a gesture, slowly pulled out the beautiful body covered with moon pattern veins, and quickly Er rushed towards him.

Not to be outdone, the Fusangshen drew their swords one after another, like wings slowly spreading out, lined up with their leading companions, and quickly cut into the enemy camp.

If you look at it from above, it must be an extremely magnificent scene, and it is worth using rice paper to describe the battle between gods and monsters.

Yutai, no, Mitsuchi Takashi has done all his tricks in his life, despising all creatures except himself, but he never expected that he would be forced to taste the bitter fruit he planted by himself in the end.

He watched with his own eyes the guys who had been studied and reproduced as experimental products, which made him feel very ridiculous and pathetic. They broke through the defense line formed by the retrograde army, and gradually shortened the distance between them and themselves.

Time suddenly slowed down countless times.

In his world, he could clearly see the blade raised by Sanri Yuezong and the deep coldness in his eyes.

"Really, don't underestimate the strength of the old man."

The other party's melodious tone suitable for reciting poetry mixed with the sound of blades piercing the air, playing a wonderful movement that he will never forget.

"—Well, but I still hope that your vitality is a little bit more tenacious. At least, you can sustain us one by one, how about it?"