God Judge's Dark Fall Project[Comprehensive]

Mio observed this hommaru curiously, and searched out a suitable word to describe it through the database - dilapidated.

Compared with the normal bright and warm Honmaru, this is completely an antonym.The sky was covered by thick black clouds, and occasionally a few gleams of bleak light leaked out, covering the buildings on the ground with a layer of darkness, and turning them into a bunch of monsters about to move.

Tsurumaru walked in it, not only did not feel a sense of disobedience, but it seemed like he would blend in at any time.

He couldn't help but grab the opponent's sleeve.As for why he did this, he couldn't explain it himself, it was completely subconscious.

"Could it be that you're scared?" Dark Fallen Knife turned back to look at him with playful eyes, and the smile on his lips gradually widened, appearing frank and full of malice, "You should have known it before you came, Dark Fallen Honmaru is always like this, so don't put on a pitiful expression."

If you want to use this to gain sympathy, it's like a joke.He is the greatest kindness to human beings if he does not draw his sword to face each other.

He shook off the opponent's hand calmly, and continued to lead the way.

"Let's go quickly, or it will be even more terrifying at night."

The boy with warm brown hair looked at the empty palm, so he could only trot to follow.

……

The residence of the god judge is called Tianshou Pavilion, which is an independent two-story building.It has probably been a long time since anyone has cleaned it, so even the steps are covered with a thick layer of dust.

Dark Falling Knife walked up in disgust, and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve to prevent choking on the dust brought up when the door was opened.

The central area infused with spiritual power is exposed in front of the eyes. It is something similar to a sphere, and it is also covered with a layer of dust.Mio didn't mind, she directly pressed her hand on it, injected the spiritual power stored in her body, and officially became the new master of Honmaru.

Since the "artificial god-inspector" project of the time government is still in the initial stage of application, the spiritual power produced in his body is not much every day, which is only enough to maintain the operation of the Honmaru equipment and open the protective barrier for the castle tower, and the rest will be distributed to The part of the Dark Falling Knife is almost nonexistent.

But after looking at the state of the people around him, he still chose to transfer the spiritual power that should have been allocated to the defensive barrier to the fusangshen in the main pill.

Of course, Tsurumaru didn't know the reason. When he felt the spiritual power gradually increasing in his body, he only thought that the god-inspector who served this time was more capable. As for not opening the barrier, probably he was more confident in his own strength, right?He didn't bother to ask or ponder.

The situation on the second floor was even worse. There was a big hole in the camphor door on one side, which let in the cold wind from time to time and made strange whimpering noises. The tatami mats used for sleeping were so damp that even the socks would be soaked if one stepped on them. wet.

Perhaps even the dungeons where people were imprisoned in ancient times would be more habitable than this.

"This is your room from now on, isn't it not bad?" Throwing Mio's luggage on the ground, Tsurumaru deliberately raised his head to look at the crossbeam, and reminded: "Ah, this is where the last judge hanged himself , I heard that at night you can still see him sticking out his long tongue and staring at his eyes, with him by your side, you shouldn’t feel lonely.”

"Also, if you don't have something to do, please stay here forever, so that you can live longer."

Seeing the look of the god judge being stupefied by him, he turned around contentedly, and flew down the second floor deftly like a black crane, not wanting to stay any longer.

Mio picked up her only belongings, made sure that the contents inside were not dirty, then carefully tied the bag behind her, and began to explore around.

There is almost no clean place here, even if there are tools at hand, it will take several days to clean.Because he didn't want to dirty the clothes that You Ke had put on for him, so he definitely couldn't lie down and rest at night.

Fortunately, he finally found a small closet in the utility room of the room, and took out the stuffed old clothes. Although it smelled stale, it was at least clean.

After dragging it to a flat corner, he took off his dirty clogs and socks, and finally he was able to sit in and rest for a while.

The darkness outside the house made it impossible to accurately judge the time.

Mio untied the bandage wrapped around her wrist, revealing the only blemish on her body—that was the place used to connect the transmission line, and also had the functions of communication and recording, which looked like a flower-shaped scar.

He brushed it lightly with his hand and watched it emit a faint blue light before speaking happily.

"Today is the first day I came to Honmaru. I met a new friend, his name is Tsurumaru."

"He was a great laugher, told me funny stories, and felt a little easier to work with than the stats suggested."

"I will continue to work hard to be friends with more people until this place returns to the normal Honmaru. By then, it will be beautiful, right?"

"Thinking about being able to have a picnic and play games with everyone, I feel very happy. At that time, can I invite You Ke to come over to play? She left a little bit today, and I haven't had time to say goodbye. I'm a little regretful."

"In short, I will work hard to be a good judge and make everyone happy."

Thinking of such a scene would make him feel very satisfied. He stretched his waist, inadvertently glanced at the beam above his head, and hurriedly added in the record: "Well... do ghosts really exist in the world? They can't be found in the database either. I have found relevant information, so I plan to wait and see tonight.”

But it is very difficult to resist the sleepiness in the program settings. Even though he tried his best to stare at the beam with his head raised, he still couldn't help nodding his head slightly, slowly Curled up in a closet and fell asleep.

After waking up again, he felt deeply annoyed while moving his stiff body.But the time that popped up in his mind made him jump up and almost hit the cabinet door.

According to the habit of human beings, he has to eat three meals a day, and now he has missed the breakfast time. If he doesn't go to lunch again, I'm afraid it will arouse the suspicion of the Dark Fallen Knives, right?

Thinking about it made him feel nervous. He didn't even have time to put on his socks, so he hurriedly stepped on the wooden clogs and went downstairs.

Fortunately, he had the layout of the hommaru in his mind, so he would not get lost even if no one was leading him, and he arrived at the kitchen smoothly after walking for about 10 minutes.

There is a tall figure busy in the room, the steamer on the stove is emitting a pleasant aroma, and he is using a long-handled spoon to stir-fry the vegetables in another pot, his movements are quick and skillful, obviously the kitchen skilled workers.

Mio looked at it curiously for a while, and then politely knocked on the open wooden door.

Candlestick put the dishes on the plate, and turned his head while wiping his hands.Standing outside the door was a boy with warm brown hair, a pair of cat-like round eyes, and a light blue sky hidden inside, which looked bright and incompatible with the oppressive atmosphere in Honmaru.

No need to think about it, this must be the new judge who was appointed yesterday.

He tried his best to restrain the urge to frown, and asked indifferently, "Is there anything you want to tell me when you come here?"

"I want to have dinner with everyone." There was a hint of joy in the expression of the judge, as if he was curious and looking forward to the most ordinary things.He couldn't wait to step in, and simply reached out to pick up the plate on the stove, "So let me help, after all, you can't eat for free..."

"You provide spiritual power to Honmaru, so it's not a free meal." Dark Falling Knife covered the plate with his palm, his expression became a little colder, "Besides, we are used to eating on our own, so I am afraid that the hospitality will not be good. In the future, please don't bring up similar request."

"Oh, oh...is that so, sorry..." Quickly withdrew her hand and hid it behind her back, Mio muttered like a child who did something wrong, she lowered her eyes and dared not look at him again.

Unmoved by the candlestick, he put all the dishes on the stove into several multi-layer lunch boxes, and then handed them over to Horikawa Kunihiro and Taro Tachi who came to meet him outside the door.

After two strikes of Dark Falling Knife, they didn't say much when they saw the judge in the house, they turned around and went back the same way.

And the tall Taidao took out another piece of food, put it on the table in front of him, and said: "Since you are here, it just saves me going to the castle tower again, so go back after eating."

There is not much food on the plate, but it is enough to maintain the basic survival needs of a teenager.This does not mean abuse, but the lack of funds in this pill, and the current Fusangshen are also treated in this way.

If Mio could be more understanding of the world, maybe she would ask, and then said that she could supplement the allowance for next month, and gain some favorability by the way.

But his focus now is in a different direction.

"So, I can come here to eat every day, right?" He didn't like being alone the most. He felt the "looseness" in the candlestick's words, so he immediately asked expectantly.

Dark Falling Knife's expression was startled, and he didn't know how the other party misinterpreted his unreasonable words like this.

But if he refuses, he really needs to go to the castle tower to deliver meals every day, and if he doesn't refuse, it will become a scene where the god judge will appear in the kitchen every day.Either way, it made him feel uncomfortable.

The sudden sense of reality was too strong, he managed to hide the complicated emotions in his eyes, and left the kitchen quickly, leaving only the sentence "It's up to you to decide for yourself".

The warm-brown haired examiner didn't notice anything unusual, and sat happily on the bench, pinched a steaming potato with his hands, and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

"Uh, uh! It's hot—" He opened his mouth wide and tried to fan his mouth with his hands, but he refused to spit out the potatoes.

The data in the brain was automatically fed back, and two drops of water came out of his eyes. He didn't notice at all, and he was busy eating like a hamster. After a long while, he opened his tongue and sighed contentedly: "It's delicious, better than nutritional supplements." Much more delicious."

——Actually, the Dark Fallen Swordsmen are pretty good, they are not as scary as shown in the data.

Touching the bandage on his wrist, he decided to show it off about his second friend at night.

……

Candlestick Che didn't know that he had conquered the god judge with just a single potato.

He is now handing the lunch box into the cage in front of him, and said to the Dark Falling Knife with a special shackle on his hand not far away: "If you continue to be negative, when the dark falling bone spurs are all over your body, you will be killed by then." Even we can't hide it from the Government of Time."

"It doesn't matter..." The man leaning against the corner raised his head, revealing a bright red eye like an evil spirit from his over-long forehead hair, "There is a new judge in this pill, yes Bar?"

His voice was hoarse as if it had been ground from sandpaper, and it hurt a little when he heard it.Before the other party answered, he sneered again, and whispered in the dark, as if casting a curse, "It's not bad to pull a back before you die."

"Kakiri Hasebe, you'd better give up that idea." Candlestick Kiri's voice was very flat, but the golden eyes that were not covered by the blindfold suppressed the dangerous light, like a beast with its sharp claws retracted.

"Although the god judge is the root of the disaster, Honmaru still needs his spiritual power to support it, so it's fine not to interfere with each other. If you want to do something that breaks the balance, I will be the first to stop you."

His eyes fell on the shackles on Hasebe's wrists, and after confirming that nothing was loose, he walked out with the tray.

It was the suppressor left by the previous god judge, used to discipline the disobedient Fu Sangshen, but now it has become the only safety device.

The seemingly cruel approach to Hasebe was actually trying to save his life so that he would not lose control and run out to kill people casually, and then be killed on the spot by the government of time.

This Dato, who Zhen Zeng most longed to be recognized by the judges and devoted his all to him, became the Fusangshen with the most serious fall in Honmaru after suffering all the injuries.

"At a time like this, do you still think about begging for mercy to save everyone? It's ridiculous." Leaning on the cold cage, Dark Falling Knife looked at the dark clouds outside the window, with a bleak smile on his lips .

"Only when all the judges are dead, no one will continue to manipulate and torture us, and let the soul that should have been sealed in the sword fall asleep again. This is the real salvation..."

"So even if you think I'm a sinner, I won't give up."

He reached into his pocket with his right hand, which was still stained with dried blood, and took out a dark key, then inserted it into the keyhole of the shackles, and twisted it lightly.

"Click-"

The shackles that bound him for an unknown number of days fell off, revealing the bruises on his wrists.He moved his stiff body a little, then pulled out the body around his waist, and slashed hard at the lock of the cage.

The lock, split from the middle, fell to the ground with a heavy sound, like the first syllables struck on a drum when the war began.