save the judge

Izumi Jinguji almost subconsciously grabbed Higakiri's hand with his backhand, and Fu Sangshen, who was caught, tilted his head in doubt, and leaned forward, trying to see the expression of the judge.

In the darkness, Fu Sangshen's pupils were light red, unlike another fallen god who had disappeared, he looked more harmless, and was very close to the "normal" image of Hikakiri, as if simply Changed her hairstyle and clothes.

"Patriarch?" The soft and soft voice repeated again. He was pulled here from the castle tower that was isolated from the outside world. He seemed to be in a good mood. Such a good mood arrived when he noticed that there were no other Fusangshen around. reached a peak.

"So you finally found out that I'm actually more trustworthy than them?" Higakiri smiled, swaying around Jingujiquan's shoulders slightly, as if acting coquettishly.

In fact, Jingongjiquan didn't hear what he was saying clearly, and his thoughts kept lingering on the last smile of Fu Sangshen. This was the first time he saw Fu Sangshen's death——Fu Sangshen would also die, until He realized it belatedly now.

die……

Inexplicable fear suddenly swept over his mind, Jingu Jiquan stared at Fusangshen's somewhat blurred face in the darkness, paler skin and reddish irises than before, like a ghost of a foreign race, frost-white hair with a few strands When it landed on Jingujiquan's wrist, it felt icy and cool to the touch.

He really doesn't look like a god now, and Jingujiquan has never realized this so clearly before.

"sorry."

After a long silence, Izumi Jinguji murmured.

This is the first time they have talked about Higakiri's dark fall so calmly.

This is not the fault of any of them. No one forced Higaki to make such a cruel decision, and no one made him lose the glory that belongs to the gods. What's more, he is still destined to belong to the sharp blade under the command of the god judge. In order to save the life of the judge of the gods, he sacrificed all of himself...

If Jingongjiquan had been cold-blooded enough, he would have regarded Fu Sangshen as a tool to complete the task like many god judges, and he would not have such a sense of guilt.

Unfortunately he is not.

He has been hesitating how to solve Hikakiri's problem. The fallen Fusangshen cannot be tolerated by current affairs, and he will never let Hikakiri wander alone on the battlefield, but he has no way to provide Hikakiri with support. The spiritual power of fighting power...

Wait a moment--

Jingongjiquan suddenly remembered that in that fragmented memory, he seemed to have seen that the nature of the power of the Dark Falling Fusangshen and the Time Traveling Army is very similar, maybe...

Can the time retrograde army be used as a power bank for Higakiri?

As soon as he has a problem, Jingujiquan, who has no distractions, has already begun to plan the feasibility of capturing a few retrospective soldiers and raising them in the Honmaru, and the central figure of the plan is sitting cross-legged behind him at some point, using a very intimate The posture held Jingujiquan in his arms, and his restless hands were still playing with his long hair.

"Higakiri, can you locate the location of Honmaru?" Jingujiquan came out of his own thoughts and asked Fusangshin who was immersed in his own world.

No matter how Jingujiquan's soul is like a cat that has stepped on a switch, it scurrys around in various time and space, but in fact, only historical antiquities can do such things as traveling through time and space at any time and place.

"...I can." Higakiri paused for a while before answering, "Are you going back?"

His tone was a little low, and there was a wonderful sense of danger, but it was obvious that Jingujiquan didn't notice it.

"Ah... we can try it on the battlefield first, at least find a solution to maintain your form, and—" Jingujiquan's voice paused, and he didn't finish the rest of the sentence.

And he also has to go to his mother's Honmaru, because what he saw in the memory of "Higakiri" seems to be worth pondering.

The honey-like smile returned to Hidekiri's face: "Okay."

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Raise a time-traveling army in Honmaru.

This is probably a terrifying scene that even the most imaginative fantasists have never imagined.

Jingujiquan, who proposed this idea, was stepping on the hillside with the sole executor and looking down.

"...Why don't you grab a kunai first?" Jingujiquan tried to suggest.

Fu Sangshen, who was guarding him with a knife, at some point pulled a ribbon and tied his long hair into a bunch. The ends of his hair dangled and were blown into a flower by the wind. Hearing these words, his eyes rolled , approaching him: "Is there no reward for completing the task?"

Jinguji Izumi's eyes were very dark black, and Higakiri saw a small smiling self in them.

"What do you want?" Being suddenly approached by his own Fu Sangshen, Jingongjiquan tried hard to distinguish that face from the lifeless face in his memory just now, and deliberately flinched, "Kiss, hug and raise your head high?"

He imitated Yoshihara's recently popular way of teasing, and saw Hikiri give him a meaningful look.

Jingu Jiquan keenly noticed that something seemed wrong with this look, and immediately wanted to explain, but the long-haired Fu Sangshen had already jumped down the cliff with a very neat and beautiful posture with a knife in hand.

...Why is this look a little gay?

After the fall, Fu Sangshen still maintained the habit of wearing the general's jacket on his shoulders, as if stuffing his arms into the sleeves would kill him.So when he jumped off the nearly ten-meter-high cliff, that poor coat was filled with wind. Looking down from the perspective of Jinguji Spring, it seemed that a strong white light was shining in the dark mountains and forests. , the bulging and fluttering posture is like a poor delicate flower that has been destroyed by the strong wind.

There are two teams of time-traveling troops wandering down the cliff. They seem to have just come out of the teleportation array, and they are searching for Fusangshen nearby. Skeletons and skeletons are staggering in armor, and the blue and blue cold light Jumping in the gray-black hollow eye sockets, the long knife dragged on the ground and scratched the gravel, making toothache creaking sounds, the scene was really like a horror movie.

Then a delicate flower that came by the wind fell in front of them.

There was a moment of dead silence.

That delicate flower flicked her long, messy hair blown by the wind, revealing a reddish eye from the frost-like silvery white, the spiritual power smell on his body was probably very close to the time-traveling army, making those big men on the opposite side They were all a little confused, and instead of drawing their swords immediately, they stopped in place with some hesitation.

—became a living target.

Standing on a high place, Jingujiquan watched the delicate flower open its fangs in an instant, the bright knife light pierced the gloomy sky, and the lead-colored clouds gathered from all directions, forming a heavy one on top of his head. As if it will fall in the next second.

Suddenly, the vigorous electric light tore apart the sky!

In the pale light of the thunder and lightning, Huqie rushed to the enemy who was closest to him with his knife, stepping on the opponent's knees and flying into the air. armor.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and in the next second, sticky black and red blood sprayed out like a fountain, and the mustache knife pierced his heart without hesitation, and the beating thing inside was rolled up with a flick of his wrist. Turned into a meat paste, then stepped on the fallen body and jumped up again.

This time it was a naginata. On the open battlefield, the naginata always has an advantage. The extremely long attack range allows him to open and close every movement, and the sound of the wind blows. He is like a big windmill. Similarly, he wanted to crush Fu Sangshen who rushed into his field of vision.Immediately, long frosty white hair flashed in front of his eyes, and the ruptured throat and half of his neck were pulled away, making his sight turn from the opposite ground to the sky.

The lightning flashed crazily among the clouds, like many dangerous and small snakes bouncing their bodies, biting everything around them crazily, and the thunder and lightning that exploded from time to time made everyone's faces as pale as snow, like dead corpses lying on the ground. Wait and see.

Fu Sangshen in the gust of wind showed almost terrifying combat power. With his own strength, he could not lose the wind against the twelve-body time retrograde army. He even faintly displayed the killing as a spectacle worth watching. The control made Jingujiquan feel a slight chill on the back of his neck.

——No one can remain calm in the face of death, even though it is the death of a foreign race, the death of an enemy.

Jingujiquan's hands folded in his sleeves trembled slightly, but his pupils dilated involuntarily, like obsession and fear. Ordinary people will never see such a grand and magnificent art of killing in their entire lives. The inhuman Ferocity and cruelty are like a cold and tempting blade, which is both daunting and unbearable to reach out to touch.

Creating life is something only gods can do, and depriving gods of their gifts is the darkest evil thought in every human heart.

Fu Sangshen bowed his back and knelt on one knee on the last sword of the enemy, and was slowly pulling the sword from the opponent's chest.His body was covered with dark, almost black blood, which dried up on his snow-white military uniform and long hair. There were scattered broken limbs and broken arms around him. Fu Sangshen's attack was cold and cruel. Crushed the heart or chopped off the head.

There was a flash of lightning in the sky accompanied by thunder, and in the pale and bright light, Fu Sangshen, who was immersed in blood and killing, slowly raised his head to look over, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes under his long frost-colored hair.

A storm was vaguely brewing in the sky, like groups of ghosts howling among the cliffs, just waiting for an opportunity to shatter the sky.

Something is wrong.

The premonition derived from human instinct is secretly screaming.

Jingu Jiquan didn't bother to look at Higakiri, but looked up at the changing sky.

Many of the battlefields opened up by Shizheng are located in the cracks of time and space. Although the weather is gloomy and the sun is always invisible, it is indeed very stable. Such unstable thunderstorms are completely beyond common sense.

"Boom!"

The thunder exploded, the torrential rain poured down, and the overwhelming wind and rain pulled the visibility to one meter in front of him in an instant, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness in the distance. Jingongjiquan reflexively wanted to find a place to avoid the rain. Feeling a pinprick-like pain in the back of the neck.

——Something very dangerous was watching him.

The black-haired human turned back slowly, with a pair of scarlet eyes close at hand, and the pupils in the irises constricted, as if a wild beast saw its favorite prey and wanted to swallow him whole inch by inch.

"...Higakiri?" Jingujiquan called out tentatively.

His voice was not even heard by himself in the heavy rain. The clouds were flickering and dark, and Fu Sangshen, who had fallen darkly, still remembered his previous order. He was holding a kunai with a drooping bone tail in his left hand, and he was so strong that he The sharp bone spurs pierced the gloves, and the bright red blood fell to the ground along with the rain, and soon fainted a faint pink stream.

Hearing Jingujiquan's voice, Fu Sangshen's pupils tightened excitedly, his pale cheeks were stained with vine-like lines due to emotional fluctuations, and the bone spurs on his back also pierced through his clothes and spread out in the air. A hideous aesthetic shape.

Hikekiri breathed the icy air, the damp rain and the cold temperature did not calm him down at all, the touch of the knife tip piercing the flesh was still in his hand, his whole body was obsessed with that kind of crazy killing, inside his body The violent surge of spiritual power soared as he took the life of the retrograde army, which also made him more excited to see more dirty and smelly blood.

Every nerve of his is clamoring to sink into the abyss of madness, the sky and the earth are gloomy black, only a little soft and bright light gold in his vision.

"Hisakiri?!—"

Jingujiquan's voice was cut off halfway, and Fu Sangshen's speed was so fast that humans could hardly recognize him. His cold lips pressed against him, and the flexible tip of his tongue was drawn into his mouth. The scorching air engulfed his breath, and his dark red eyes Inside is fermented to solidified passion/desire, which almost burns the human beings in his arms to death.

The god's blood-stained hand wrapped the back of the human's head, and the other hand twisted off Kunai and threw it away. He bent his knuckles and gently wiped off the rain on his face. He pressed tightly into his arms and fell to the muddy ground.