[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

This guy is as stupid as ever.

There are useless memories in my mind, but only the consciousness exists, and I cannot speak. The consciousness is separated from the body and the mouth, which makes the emotion of wanting to laugh surge in it. It is a pity that I cannot laugh.

At least at this moment, the "brain" is thinking this way.

There is no mechanism, and he rarely left a back line in this line of defense, after all, it is meaningless.To be honest, he hasn't reached the point where he refuses to admit defeat, although he does feel a little bit unwilling.

The ejection device is designed to facilitate the puppet to take it away, and now the chip has not been sent to the activated puppet, and it was taken away by the lucky guy-it's a bit funny.He didn't set up a self-destruct program. If he was willing to destroy his "brain" and immortality, he could only choose to admit that it would be too boring to break the contract at the end of the game.

There are no "eyeballs", so everything is a void of nothingness.

Sure enough, this kind of failure should have been dealt with beforehand, together with the troublesome woman.That woman's madness, in a sense, is also a big obstacle, if it is not because of indulging in the kind of madness that shares his interests, if it does not make him feel a little bit of the hypocritical feeling called love... no.

In his mind, he shook his head. Human beings are always sticking to past choices and making mistakes, so they will continue to go to worse forks. He can use other people because he is taking advantage of this regret.

So he won't regret it.

"Do you want to die? Do you want to be with me?" The woman's blurred face floated into nothingness, her beautiful eyes stared straight at the other person, her red lips pursed into a bright thin line, "Since we have all decided to admit defeat, Why do you have to expose yourself to lie...? You are also afraid of being completely eradicated, right? In the end, you are just a coward."

Her shadow gradually faded.

After dying many times, it still doesn't change the fact that he will feel pain, even though he has reduced the pain perception.For ordinary people, such pain can only be more intense, they cannot be revived, and they don't even know what happened, and their spirits will only worsen.

It seems that when it is not time to repent, he will never repent.

If I had to leave a last message, what should I say... A message that is enough to fit a villain's life.

Click, someone unscrewed the rusty iron door. Since the accident, the place has only been opened twice.A disturbing miasma pervades the room, and the crimson wall paint casts a layer of haze here, and the piercing roar can even be transmitted to objects that no longer have "ears".

The glass bottle was put down.

In an instant, he "heard" voices emerging from all directions, howling, cursing, and cursing, giving people the illusion of being in hell.In the desolate space, there were only countless black shadows left, pointing at him and complaining about the accumulated resentment for an unknown amount of time, but he didn't remember the names of these dead.

They rushed up, and the fierce resentment almost tore him apart completely. Even if he didn't remind him, he knew what would happen next.These years of resentful spirits will devour his spirit bit by bit. After all, he has no body and cannot escape from this place. Before the institute is completely destroyed, the time limit is probably forever.

... The smile deep in his heart did not weaken.

Not bad for a villain's death.

The iron door was closed and locked, and it might never be opened again. Amidst the squeaky screams, Kusanagi seemed to hear something.

"well done."

The voice fell into the air and disappeared without a sound.

"Master God Judge, is this okay?" Yiqi Yizhen asked, he found something, and his expression was a little worried, "If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me."

"No, I'm just in a daze."

Kusanagi sighed.

Closing the door seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he was stunned for a while before he could recover, "Mr. Mikazuki went to find Mr. Tsurumaru—let's stop him too."

"understand……"

After hesitating for a while, he answered.

A layer of inexplicable mist lingered in his chest, as if even the road in front of him had become confused.The grievances with the previous generation are over, and they will not pursue Tsurumaru's weird behavior any more. However, a sense of disobedience keeps flashing in their minds.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga met the God Judge earlier than them.

Rather, it's very strange——

They don't remember that the God-inspector forged a blade, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga appeared out of thin air. From their eyes, it can be seen that the God-inspector, who is quite sensitive in heart, is familiar with his existence.

abnormal.

There is no Tsurumaru Kuninaga in the name book, nor his exact forging time. He seems to have existed a long time ago, and he is quite familiar with the technological products of this world.You don't usually see him in the Honmaru that hasn't been destroyed. You can only see him when you fight side by side in the combined battlefield.

Looking back, since then he has vaguely seen the jet black color from Tsurumaru's body.

The Dark Fall did not happen after the Inquisitor left, but before that—this assumption is more reasonable.

But now he doesn't intend to pursue Tsurumaru's concealment, nor does he intend to pursue the relationship between the God Judge and him.To him, Tsurumaru Kuninaga and the previous generation are important people, and he wants to know the truth behind Tsurumaru's eyes.

There was a brilliance in those beautiful eyes that were a little nostalgic and a little tired.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga seemed to disappear into the world——

Slightly smiled.

He only remembered this point, the other party's smile did not make him feel warm, but deeply disturbed.

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"... Tsurumaru-kun?" Narita Mitsuru asked cautiously, "Are you there?"

The empty passage has been destroyed in many places, and groundwater drips from the gaps, making a cold sound.He listened to the sound of water coming from all directions, carefully avoiding the torn hole, but the iron block still fell from his head, and a hand pulled him into the stagnant water area from the side.

bump.

The crumbling iron material was swallowed by the stagnant water, making a muffled sound.

Tsurumaru's black clothes almost merged with the water surface, and only a rough outline could be seen in the darkness.With great difficulty, Narita stabilized his body and did not fall directly into the sewage. The black shadow left him and continued to move forward. The blood-red eyes seemed to glance at him for a moment, but quickly moved away.

"Tsurumaru-kun!" Narita followed him, always a few steps behind, no matter what, he couldn't cross this distance, "Where are you going? Let's... how about we go back to the ground? Tsurumaru hates Ren Sir, let’s leave together after explaining the reason clearly. With Mikazuki and the others—”

Tsurumaru was like a silent statue, his upper and lower lips parted slightly, "Narita Mitsuru is dead, you don't need to speak in his tone. You are just an irrelevant puppet with imposed memory, your The birth was my mistake, I had too much expectation for the dead. So, I suggest you leave here now."

"..."

There was still a distance between them.

However, Narita Man's heart is clamoring that he must keep up with him, not only because of the will that does not know whether it belongs to him.He couldn't leave Tsurumaru like this forever, even though they were actually strangers.

"You look like you're going to disappear, how can I just let it go!"

"... Whether I disappear or not is none of your business."

Tsurumaru's voice was dull.

He stood where he was, looking at a gap in a part of the darkness that was thicker than night.Narita Mitsuru's mind went blank, he was probably over excited and almost fell to the ground, only to realize that he almost rolled down the gap when Tsurumaru grabbed his collar tightly.

It can only be called an abyss, looking down from above, nothing can be seen.Its body is surrounded by a layer of light purple mist, and everyone can realize that there is something bad hidden in it.

The wailing, resentment, and the smell of blood mixed in it were somewhat similar to Tsurumaru's smell.

"Tsuraru, such a choice is not very suitable for you." The familiar voice in the memory sounded, close to the ear, in the darkness, Mikazuki Zongjin said leisurely, "...just go there and kill it before it disappears." All the enemies you see will be able to complete the mission, don't you think so?"

"I can do it." The black crane remained expressionless, "Until this body dies, my sharp blade will kill everything."

Mikazuki's eyes swept across the doll named Narita Mitsuru, and then returned to Tsurumaru, seemingly amiable, but there was an inexplicable cold light in it, "You just want to die in battle, you could have signed a contract with the incumbent to stabilize your body Then keep going."

"..." Tsurumaru laughed suddenly, "But you won't interfere with me, right?"

"Well, of course not." Sankaiyue covered her mouth with her sleeves, and looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was extremely vigilant with a smile. The existence of Fusangshen was already quite thin, and the tips of her jet-black hair showed a translucent color.It must be very difficult for him to devote his energy to dealing with things other than Sanriyue's murderous intent. Thinking of this, Sanriyue said easily, "So I have to let other people stop you?"

Tsurumaru blinked blankly.

He was about to turn his head back when he saw a young man in military uniform who suddenly appeared with an unhappy expression on his face, followed by a cheerful tone, and he suffered an unprecedented blow to the head.

Kusanagi sighed thoughtfully, "A perfect home run."

He did not forget to quickly take out the exquisite sword from Tsurumaru's arms. Narita Mitsuru was taken aback by the sudden change, and immediately tried to stop him after reacting, but was easily ruled out by Mikazuki, even if the opponent was wearing a long sword. fear:

"Three moons—! Why do you treat him like this?"

"Calm down, former generation." San Riyue sighed distressedly, "We also had no choice."

In the first phase, the expressionless face was no longer angry, but mixed with some relief.He looked towards the abyss that was about to be completely covered by the piled up wreckage, and said in a firm tone, "We will contain it here next, and it is impossible to let any retrograde army go."

Considering the extra Tsurumaru Kuninaga and the messy things that happened, it is more convenient to let the Honmaru government lose contact forever.

But of course it was impossible to hit Fu Sangshen really with that blow.

After tens of seconds, Tsurumaru Kuninaga woke up leisurely, his slender eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.He could have countered by surprise, but he didn't, closing his eyes slowly again after a moment.

Kusanagi whispered in his ear, "That gentleman is very worried about you."

He was referring to Narita Mitsuru, if someone hadn't stopped him, he would probably rush up to snatch Tsurumaru and run away.

"Master God Judge, he is just a forgery that has been imported into memory. I understand that the previous generation will not come back." Tsurumaru looked at him, "...don't worry, I won't cause trouble until it disappears—"

He was stunned.

"Is Tsurumaru-san an idiot in this regard?"

Kusanagi patted his head lightly, "It doesn't matter where Tsurumaru-san plans to go after that, but this time he must go back with us to sign the contract of sale."

"yes."

Tsurumaru glanced at the doll whose appearance was the same as in memory, and the sense of nostalgia surged up again. It took him a lot of effort to suppress this throbbing abnormality, and made a short comment: "It feels good."

Kusanagi was about to say something, but the man beside him stopped him.

The silver-haired man brushed the dust off his side cheeks for him, touching his lips intentionally or unintentionally, "Remember to bandage."

"It's the same for you." The young man blinked, "By the way, reach out."

Gin stretched out his hand under his urging for some unknown reason, and Kusanagi wrapped something on his left middle finger and ring finger contentedly, "I said I proposed marriage, right?"

The man stared at the child's house-like winding way, and asked after a while:

"what is this?"

"...Uh, because my hair is not long enough, I secretly pulled a few of yours. Please don't mind if you are not bald—hey, are you dissatisfied? I understand, so don't rub my hair anymore. Head--!"

While complaining, the young man secretly hid the other hand behind his back, and the middle finger and ring finger were also entwined with silver luster.

Of course, no one was fooled.

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It's over XD!

I am very happy to write my own inexplicable (very, very inexplicable) messy brain holes... and thank you for your continued support!Because I'm so grateful, I can't talk at first... Hahaha.

I write wherever I think, I’m very egoistic, I’m really sorry...Because I’m very busy, everything is intermittent, but it feels good to persevere...

Later, I will add extra episodes of the day after tomorrow and the day before yesterday! (Although it may be... don't know when... Dogeza)