[Comprehensive] There are thirteen days left until the collapse of the Honmaru

Leaving aside how the interrogator was suffering from a high fever while fighting wits with a small yellow knife in the cave deep in the ground, he was forced to lie in someone's arms to cool down in the end, let's talk about how he was still on the ground. other people.

After struggling to swim out of the cave, everyone worked together to send Hotaru to a higher safety zone.As a result, less than half a minute after going ashore, California Qingguang turned around and was about to jump into the rolling flood, regardless of his body being dripping with water.

"Qing Guang, wait a minute!" Zong San grabbed him, but looked solemnly at the direction they came from, his eyes full of panic.

The black-haired Fu Sangshen turned around to look, only to find that the cave had been submerged by the rapidly rising water level.

The moment he saw this scene, California Qingguang only felt that there was only a blank in his mind.

At this moment, even the coldest rain could not calm down his frightened heart.

"—My lord!"

He shouted in panic, but his voice dissipated in the swaying wind and rain.

Before the words fell, he was ready to jump down.Seeing that something was wrong, Sosan Zuofuji hugged him violently, dragged him back hard, and shouted Hotaru's name loudly, because he was about to be unable to hold the desperately struggling California Kiyomitsu.

The little white-haired man who was sitting on the ground and resting on the blade had an ugly expression and rushed over to help.If something really happened to the god judge, he might be ashamed to death.

"Bastard! Let go!" Seeing that he couldn't get out of the struggle with the cooperation of the two, Qing Guang became anxious, his voice trembling, "Let go of me! I'm going to find the lord!!"

"Calm down, Kiyomitsu!" Hotaru was more anxious than anyone else in her heart, but on the surface she remained calm and self-possessed, "It's impossible to get things done in panic!"

However, California Qingguang's eyes stared at him suddenly, deep in the blood-red pupils, there were layers of black energy hidden.

"... Hotaru!"

He murmured the name in a low voice, as if chewing some hateful words, and suddenly exerted strength, he broke free from Zongsan's restraint, and quickly stepped back a few steps.For a moment, his sad eyes became fierce.

Seeing that he had no intention of jumping back into the flood, the Odachi immediately took two steps back and pressed it on the handle with a blank expression.

Zong San saw that the two men were at war with each other, as if they were going to fight, he suddenly became anxious, "That..."

"Shut up!" Qing Guang reprimanded without looking back.

"Song San, don't worry about this." Hotaru still maintained a terrifying calmness, waved to his anxious companion, then turned to look at the scarf-wrapped California Kiyomitsu, and said in a low voice:

"Are you going to duel with me?"

Unexpectedly, in the next second, California Qingguang suddenly yelled like a rage: "Do you think I'm afraid of you! If it wasn't because of you holding back! Would the lord not be able to escape!"

Hotaru pursed his lips, the rain slapped on his childish face, but there was a cold expression like rock or metal.

"That plan... was approved by the lord, and you also agreed."

Those who know him well enough will understand that Hotaru's inconspicuous little action is actually caused by inner anxiety.

But even so, Hotaru insisted on pointing it out: "So Kiyomitsu... you are blaming me."

"—Clang!"

There was an ear-piercing sound of sword rubbing in the air—it turned out that the white-haired Fusangshendao drew his sword suddenly, blocking the opponent's blow.

Then the two of them fought desperately!

Zong San was dumbfounded when he read Zong Sanzuo's words, and he stopped him hastily after a few seconds: "Wait a minute! Wait until I finish speaking—the master is not dead yet!"

These words were like an order to stop fighting, making Hotaru involuntarily turn around, "Huh?"

And California Qingguang stopped angrily: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

Zong San: ...

"You didn't let me speak."

The friend of Fusangshen expressed his innocence.

After a while, Zong San explained to the other two that he was in the connection with special perception and found that the God Judge hadn't completely died yet.It is a good thing to know this news, but everyone looked at the rolling river under their feet and began to worry again.

"What are we going to do now..."

However, at this moment, the judge felt that he was going crazy.

Even if she suddenly traveled to this dilapidated world, was chased by a large group of monsters, and was tortured by various knives in turn... All these messy things added up, she didn't feel that she was going crazy like she is now !

Because as long as she is awake, Smiling Qingjiang will chat with her - and then keep the same words!

such as:

"Spiritual judges should know a lot of things, right? Well...thinking about it this way, they really have a lot of experience."

"What's the outside world like now? It seems terrible? Is this your idea or what others say... But sometimes the badness in other people's mouth is not necessarily a bad thing for me."

"If you want me to give you an example, let me think about it... For example, when I drink milk, I accidentally leak it - the white unknown liquid flows down the corner of my mouth, and then I look at people with wet eyes... Wow, it will be very cute Well. Oh, I’m just talking about ordinary drinking, nothing else.”

Yasuhara Tokiha: ...

——Ahhhhh, I'm going crazy!

When others say these things, it is really normal!But when it was the little yellow knife's turn to speak, the atmosphere became bad and ambiguous!

At last she despaired.

"That's why you were thrown into the bottom of the lake in the end?"

In the dim environment, smiling Qing Jiang looked at her silently, the smile on his face disappeared suddenly.

"No." He replied, "I just came here because I like to be alone."

Deceiving.

That's obviously not what this guy wants to say.

Forget it... Anyway, I don't know him very well, if I keep asking, maybe there will be new dirty jokes.

So An Yuan raised his eyebrows, really couldn't stand the cold temperature in his arms, and shrank back.

"Well...can you stop staring at me?" The little girl asked dryly, "It feels like a cat is staring at me."

"Okay." Fu Sangshen, who has a pair of cat pupils, smiled again in an instant, and got up by himself, circled half a circle, and lay down on her back again—the cold breath came again, and this time it felt even stronger. cold!

And Yasuhara Shiyu only heard the person behind him whispering in his ear: "Unexpectedly... you actually like to start from the back."

Fuck you like that kind of shit!

The inquisitor, whose head was burned to death, suddenly had the idea of ​​suicide.

Fortunately, Smiling Qingjiang accepted it as soon as he saw it, and stopped torturing the poor patient, because he noticed that there seemed to be something strange on the other's back.

It is obviously smooth and white skin, but there is a dark and deep power hidden underneath.

Fu Sangshen pondered for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand tentatively, but when he was about to touch something wrong, his fingers trembled, as if he had been shocked by something!

The stone-blue cat pupils instantly enlarged in the darkness, and he looked at his slightly aching fingertips in amazement, and suddenly understood where the power came from.

This...is actually those Fusangshen...

However, Yasuhara Tokiha didn't notice the sudden shortness of breath of the person behind him, she asked in a daze, "What are you doing... are you still asleep?"

With a smiling face, Qing Jiang stared blankly at the interrogator who turned his face sideways. Even he himself didn't know why his heart beat faster for no reason, but he tried to maintain a calm tone and asked firmly: "Do you... Do you want to hear my story?"

That's what I wanted to say.

An Yuan turned his face back helplessly, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Say it... I'll listen to it as a bedtime story."

Hearing this, Fu Sangshen suddenly laughed lowly. For some reason, the laughter was a bit sad.

Smiling Qingjiang actually has an owner.To be precise, it should be the "previous" owner.

The judge of Honmaru is a person who is obsessed with forging knives.

She wholeheartedly pursues rare knives with four or even five flowers, ignoring the fact that she is an African, and has no restraint in the control of resources.Soon, the few resources in Honmaru were exhausted because of her endless forging knives.

Resources are gone, what should I do?

The god judge looked at all the ordinary swords on the sword account, and made a decision-send a team to fight non-stop, and then send the rest of the team to go on a crazy expedition.

The consequences of doing so were quickly revealed. First, the short swords who were sent out on the expedition were all exhausted, and then the main swordsmen who returned from the battle were more or less injured.

However, treating the wound of Toujian Fusangshen requires new resources, and the price is very high.

【"Huh? Do you need to consume so much resources for hand-in-hand treatment! It takes so much time to repair? Oh, wait a little longer."】

In this way, the wounded swordsmen had to go to battle again, desperately trying to obtain resources and get new swords.Besides, since the god judges don't have extra resources to forge sword equipment, everyone can only make do with the worst ordinary knife equipment.

If anyone is really seriously injured and unable to fight again, the god judge will only complain disdainfully, "Why can't it be banned?", and replace the seriously injured swordsman, and throw it back into the warehouse to mold—even the resources for healing are all gone. Can't bear it.

In fact, this kind of ending is not bad. The worst thing is that they are forced to play in a seriously injured state.Smiling Qingjiang had personally seen many comrades who had fought side by side cut to pieces in this almost humiliating way.After returning, the God Judge only focused on the resources brought back, and for the vacant positions, he randomly arranged new swords to top them.

【"Anyway, it's just an ordinary knife. Even if it's gone, there are other knives."】

It turned out that in the eyes of the god judge, the swords who died fighting for her were not worth mentioning at all.

No one can bear such a protagonist at the booth.

Smiling Qingjiang will never forget the obvious disappointment and disgust in the other's eyes when he was taken out by the swordsmith and dedicated to that person.

Those eyes were too cold, which made his excited and fiery heart cool down quickly because he was summoned into the world.

【"Why the smiling face Qingjiang again? Swordsmith, what the hell are you stuffing your head with! I want Sanriyue! Crane Maru! Xiaohu Maru! Those knives are what I want! Why do you only have to forge every time? This kind of rubbish?!"]

……Rubbish?

Why do you say that about him?He obviously hasn't done anything yet.

Although the smiling Qing Jiang was still smiling on the surface, his heart was extremely cold.

It wasn't until he got a little familiar with the other swords of the Honmaru that Horikawa Kunihiro, who was also a bad guy, secretly told him that before he came, two Smiling Qingjiangs had already come to this Honmaru, and they were all broken in the end. .

Qing Jiang was very astonished, and hurriedly asked why.Horikawa was silent for a moment before speaking.

【"He went out repeatedly in a state of exhaustion, and finally came back with a serious injury... As a result, he was taken away by the God Judge!"】

——Although "Knife Breaking" and "Dao Jie" have the same ending, the initiative is completely different.

Daosha means that the sword disintegrates under the pressure of an irresistible external force; while Daojie refers to the god judge who, as the protagonist, throws the sword that once served him into the Daojie pool with his own hands—just for the harvest That little resource after they die.

The same kind of ending made Smiling Qingjiang feel chills all over his body, and he didn't say any jokes in those few days.

In the dark cave, only the crackling of the bonfire from time to time, and Fu Sangshen's low and sad voice.

"I thought that as long as I kept getting stronger... I wouldn't encounter that kind of ending, and I wouldn't be abandoned by the master..."

——If it is done well enough, will that person change his opinion?

"Until that day."

The team that went out to battle encountered a disobedient envoy, and these monsters who inherited the names of ancient Japanese officials almost crushed them in terms of level and combat effectiveness. When he couldn't hold on any longer, the God Judge sent a new order.

【"Continue to march."】

System prompt: If you choose "Continue to march", your loyal swordsman is very likely to be broken. Are you sure?

【"confirm."】

In this way, under the order that cannot be disobeyed, Smiling Qingjiang could only watch the originally handsome Izumi Mori Kanesada for the first time, and his assistant, also his friend Horikawa Kunihiro, was so painful that he burst out loudly cry.

【"Mr. and Mr. and Mr.!!"】

But this was just the beginning, four of the six knives in a team were broken one after another, and even Qing Jiang himself was dying and lost his last fighting power.

【"Qing Jiang!"】Horikawa, with tears in his eyes, exhausted his last breath before the knife was broken, and said to him with a choked voice, 【"Don't go back to Honmaru! Don't go back! If you go back, that guy won't be willing to spend resources for you So even if you fall into darkness, don’t go back to that hell!”]

【"……good."】

When meeting such a god judge, there is no other way to go besides falling into the dark.

Smiling Qing Jiang left the battlefield that made him extremely sad, and cut off the previous spiritual connection between himself and the God Judge without looking back.

So be it.

Even if his spiritual power is exhausted, even if he is an enemy who has fallen into the shadow of a walking corpse, even if he ends up dying in this vast wilderness... he will not turn back.

— and never turn back.

"...This is my boring and cold life."