save the judge

Kagemaru quickly pushed back a kunai, pulled the gate of the gate with his backhand forcefully, clamped an enemy sword that was following closely, and directly twisted the neck of this thing with his legs.

The room was clean and tidy, as if no one lived in it, the cabinets were tightly closed, the tatami mats on the floor were spotless, apparently cleaned frequently, and Kazumaru's clean shoes on the floor were out of place with the pair of shoes that had walked all the way from the courtyard.

However, Kagemaru doesn't have the time to care about this at the moment. Fu Sangshen who rushed in rushed to the window sill eagerly, and reached out to touch the knife holder placed there. on the shelf.

???

Knee Maru was dumbfounded.

Unbelievably, he reached out and waved the knife holder again, widening his cat-like eyes.

Wait—where's his Anika? !Where was the aniga with the long, brown scabbard that was here this morning? !

Kewan lay on the ground and stared at the knife holder for a long while before confirming a fact: his Anijia was gone!

Ahhhhhh Anijia is gone!

If Brother Control's inner roar could be visualized, it should have pierced through the roof of the Honmaru by now and overturned the simulated exterior scene. My own knife seems to be wandering in fugue.

"Knee Maru Hall?" The curtain door was suddenly opened a crack, a red-haired short knife poked in half of his face, and there was still a little enemy's blood under his big bright eyes, "How are you?"

The coquettish dagger swept around the master's room, wondering if he could secretly take a piece of the master's clothes, and the knee ball by the window straightened up, as if wiping his face, and took advantage of the dim moonlight outside the window to walk towards Shinano: "...Let's go."

Now is not the time for him to immerse himself in his personal feelings. Thinking about the best, maybe the elder brother left Honmaru?It's better than facing such a situation.

Kemaru and Shinano turned around the corner on the second floor of the castle tower, and through the flower window, they could just see the situation in the courtyard and most of the corridors.

The black and gray tide pressed into the entire Honmaru, the greenery in the courtyard and the distant world were covered by the armor of the time retrograde army, and dark red blood was scattered everywhere, although Fusangshen's combat power was higher than them I don't know how many levels there are, but they insist on relying on their large numbers to nibble away at Fusangshen's defense line in an orderly manner.

Even if you step on ants without interruption, you will be tired, not to mention facing so many enemies that need to be cleaned.

Hasebe leaned against a pillar to finish off an enemy soldier rushing up, and by the way, pushed away the gun that Dragonfly had stabbed too far and almost cut off half of his head.

Fu Sangshen with coal-gray short hair popped a few veins on his forehead: "It's the third time! Are you going to take advantage of this time to secretly kill me together?"

The honest man Longfly cut his head in embarrassment: "Uh... I'm sorry, I really can't see..."

It is really difficult to let the guns fight at night. It is already very remarkable that he can stab one when he is almost blind, and it has spread to his colleagues several times... it can be regarded as additional interest.

Hasebe took two deep breaths, swallowed the breath with humiliation, and poured his anger on the retrograde army that kept coming up.

"Give it to me - die with the body separated!"

Hasebe's loud shout made Dragonfly's hand holding the gun tremble, and Atsuto Shiro, who flipped lightly and jumped down from the roof, almost missed his foot and staggered twice before standing still.

"Dragonfly Kiritou, you are here, I asked me to help you." Atsuto Shiro didn't talk much, and found a blind spot that Longfly Kiritou couldn't take care of to help him fend off the enemy, while pointing out the direction of his gun and the enemy quantity.

Awataguchi's family has the most short knives, so they naturally took on the task of communicating everywhere, and each person contracted the guns and odachi that are almost invisible at night. With the participation of Atsuto Shiro, Dragonfly Kiri only needs to follow the instructions to start, All of a sudden the pressure is much less.

It's a pity that no matter how well they cooperate, they can't stop the time-traveling army pouring out like a tide.

Akashi/National Bank holds a knife in his left hand, his usual sleepiness has turned into a gloomy face, his messy purple hair is in a mess, the neckline of his clothes is also crookedly open, and his eyes are always half closed There was a crazy light in his eyes, and the posture of raising and lowering the knife in his hand looked more terrifying than that of the time retrograde army, and he unexpectedly opened up a blood-red open space around him.

——On the wake-up breath of a sleepy god.

Blocking Kunai from rushing towards Hotaru again, Akashi gave an impatient "tsk", the low and hoarse voice sounded like a handful of wet and rough sand in his mouth, "there is no way to put that cover back on." Open it? At least we can’t let them fight with wheels!”

An enemy sword fell heavily in front of him from the roof, splashed a cloud of smoke and twitched twice, and died. Akashi swept away in the middle of the battle, and saw that the unlucky ghost had a cut in its neck. The ground was cut in half along with the neck bone and trachea.

"Not at the moment. The shield can only be rebuilt with the help of the spiritual power of the god judge. The premise is that the protective center in the castle tower is not damaged...Although we have protected the tower well, the general is not here..."

A muffled voice came from far away on the roof, squatting on the roof to protect colleagues from the daggers on their heads, and before they had time to change their internal uniforms, the snow-white white coat was dragged on the dirty tiles, and the hem of the clothes was covered with dust And blood, he took off his glasses and wiped off the splashed blood on his sleeves, then roughly stuffed the glasses onto his face with two fingers.

"However, rather than opening any cover, I still hope that the general will not be here."

Dagger judged the form calmly, stepped on the roof and leaped to the other side, leaving only this sentence of unclear meaning.

Akashi, who was thrown down, sneered, pointed the tip of the knife at a new target a few steps away, and swung forward and flew up.

The battle lasted from late night to early dawn. The first ray of morning light shone through the dark clouds, making the fusangshen who fought all night a little dazed. The sword found something wrong.

"They are decreasing." Sanriyue coldly kicked a rotten bone to the corridor, and found a high place to overlook the battle situation below.

The battle in the entire Honmaru lasted for several hours. The peaceful and beautiful Honmaru in the past has now become a living hell. The slightly bitter aroma with a bit of coldness and sharpness is covered by the bloody smell that is so strong that it is about to materialize. , this kind of smell that makes people want to lose their sense of smell permeates every corner of this pill, like transparent water vapor, slowly flowing and circling, covering everyone's consciousness at the moment of ignorance.

The crushed bones and flesh were densely spread on the ground, and there was a weird sticky and horrible feeling when stepped on.

There are still a lot of time-traveling troops in this pill, but they are being cleared out with the naked eye, and there is no more filling in after that. Sanriyue looked up at the sky and found that at some point, those time-space portals had been closed, and the sky was full. It was quiet, if it wasn't for the broken protective cover and the bloody scene of the whole Honmaru, he would have thought this battle was a ridiculous and inexplicable nightmare.

"Squeak--squeak--"

Fu Sangshen, who walked over on the muddy flesh, had smooth long white hair, and on both sides of the top of his head stood a group of hair tails that looked like animal ears. He was looking down at the big blood stains on the corner of his clothes , muttered a word unhappily, and then sighed long.

"Little Fox's hair...it's all dirty."

As he spoke, he touched the long hair hanging on his chest that was full of blood with one hand.

Drops of viscous blood were dripping down the ends of her hair.

"Three moons? What are you thinking?"

Xiaohumaru shifted his eyes to his younger brother, swept his eyes around the other's beautiful and delicate side face, and then looked up and down his body, but found no serious wounds.

"Hmm... I'm wondering what their purpose is." The battle started suddenly, and when Sanriyue came out holding the knife, she didn't even have time to put on the armor and gauntlets, her slender and powerful hands were covered with blood that was about to dry up.

He lowered his head and slowly twisted his fingers, bit by bit the blood pressure that had condensed into a shell: "They came inexplicably, and they left inexplicably... In fact, although we have some difficulties in resisting, just this period of time For us, it is far from enough to cause us any loss, they have gained nothing, and even lost a lot."

Sanriyue raised her chin towards the pile of corpses in the courtyard.

"I can't think of the reason why they suddenly attacked and then retreated suddenly."

If Jingujiquan was here at this time, he would be able to find the reason.

Before Shiraishi went to hunt down Jingujiquan, he had already sent a time-traveling army to this Honmaru, trying to portray him as an illusion of "died by accident" because the coordinates of Honmaru were deciphered, just like his mother.

Then after meeting Izumi Jinguji, he was confused by his performance and mistakenly thought that he could be won over, so he hastily issued an order to retreat-an insider who can undercover in the political affairs is always much better than a loner .

Sanriyue went through this matter back and forth in her mind, and found that there was always a lack of key information. She was frowning in a daze, when the eaves not far away made a rattling sound, and a light-haired head poked up.

The ground turned into this horrible appearance, and the nimble daggers naturally drew their action routes to the roof, leaving Taidao and Dadachi who were unable to climb the roof due to hardware restrictions with a look of envy.

"You are here, Mikazukiden. I have something to ask for you." The Awataguchi family, who has a charming personality like a girl, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

There was still a wound on the side of his neck that was bleeding, but Fu Sangshen obviously didn't notice this small wound.

San Riyue looked up at him: "Oh? Did you say something?"

Ranto Shiro stepped on the roof with one hand: "It seems that the Hikakiri-den, which was placed in the palace of the master of the castle tower, is gone."

Xiaohuwan frowned, and glanced at his younger brother: "Missing?"

Sankaiyue frowned and wondered what she was thinking, Ranto Shiro suddenly straightened up and looked towards the side of the courtyard.

The fusangshen who were cleaning the battlefield all saw the faint golden light, turquoise, like a lotus flower with layers of petals blooming in the air, and the spiritual power from the master of Honmaru made them straighten up in surprise Waist, I saw a man with long silver hair stepping out of the vortex in the void with his head bowed, the clothes in his arms tightly wrapped a person.

Everyone immediately became alert again.

Before they had time to see clearly who that person was, an affectionate voice broke through the sky: "——Anijia!"

Well, the case is solved.

The radar from Brother Control is infallible.

The white-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen raised his head when he heard the voice, and met Honmaru who seemed to have been immersed in a sea of ​​blood. The whole person seemed to be shocked for a moment, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he seemed to be subconsciously going back. He kept retreating into the vortex behind him, but just moved his feet, and because he was still holding someone in his arms, his body froze.

The drowsy inquisitor who was drenched by the heavy rain fell asleep in his arms, his hands and feet were cold, which was obviously a sign before a fever, but the drowsy sleeper felt the tense mood of the person who was holding him for a while. , struggling to open his eyes: "Higakiri? To Honmaru—"

Halfway through his words, devastation broke into his eyes.

Jingujiquan's hand on Hikari's shoulder tightened suddenly, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat: "What happened?!"

Jinguji Izumi tilted his head, Higakiri didn't see his expression, the only Yaken who saw the change of his expression stopped abruptly.

For a moment, the expressions of the black-haired human and the white-haired Fu Sangshen holding him were highly unified.

It's like an evil spirit in hell stretching out its claws of revenge towards the world.