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

When Yamato Mamoru Anding came galloping all the way on the horse, he picked up a blood-soaked Hasebe, and threw it behind him, almost throwing the poor companion over again.

However, the time-traveling army chasing behind didn't care so much. Their arrows swished and shot at extremely tricky angles.Hasebe was so frightened that he had no choice but to hug Yamato Mori's waist, wishing he could shrink into a hamster and hide.

"Hey! It's so itchy!" The black-haired boy in front shouted against the wind, "If you're a man, don't hug my waist!"

Hasebe was furious: "Do you think I think so! You are not the master!"

If it weren't for your horse's speed, how could he be dangling on the horse's back like a weak girl with his arms around his waist!

"Is this how you treat your savior?" Yamato Mamoru asked again.

"Bastard! You still have the face to pretend to be like this! How many times have I saved you before, and you didn't tell me? Just now I called you to help the master, but you ran away with oil on your feet! This time, you made your debut again, Are you trying to get my gratitude?!"

Yamato Shou'an pulled the reins, and proudly said without looking back: "Of course I am your savior!" Then he reprimanded, "Let go of my waist, if you hug me again, I will kick you!" For the pursuers behind!"

Hasebe's eyes widened, he couldn't believe the other party's hypocrisy.

Because the charge just now overturned a group of security guards, they thought that the two men were riding with the time back marching group, and they were furious on the spot, so they naturally chased after the group and fought.

The whole scene was made into a mess by Yamato Shou'an, and it was so chaotic that people couldn't tell the relationship between the enemy and ourselves.

Although he knew that this guy was always capable of causing trouble, Yaki Hasebe never expected that Yamato Mamoru, who had played in disguise as the Dark Falling Sword before, would actually succeed in provoking a fight between the two sides this time, and rescued himself from it. So he couldn't help asking: "What did you do to them (the time-traveling army)! Why did they chase you all of a sudden?"

Yamatomori smiled mysteriously, leaned over to avoid the sword being swung at the side without looking at it, and Hasebe, who was lying on the saddle behind him, quickly kicked the guy off.

"Because I'm handsome!"

The boy who got up said so.

It's a pity that Hasebe felt that there must be some ulterior py transaction here, "Your skin is really thicker than I imagined."

"That's a must!" Yamato Shou Anding laughed, "A man must rely on size to speak!"

Thinking that the other party's main body knife was several centimeters longer than his own, a series of sensitive words of cursing immediately appeared in Hasebe's mind, and the ghost knew whether the guy was referring to the length of the main body knife or the length below.

This young man in disheveled clothes and wearing a cloak of honesty must have some common topics with old drivers like Smiling Qingjiang or Turtle Sadamune.

"Hello... Yamato Mamoru."

"what."

"Thank you." Hasebe Hasebe sat up, pulled out the knife again, and looked around with awe-inspiring eyes, but only when he saw the blood-colored light film, his eyes became slightly softer, "Thank you Willing to come back and save me."

"Because I don't like to owe favors to others...whether it's the judge or you. But if you really want to thank me, please remember to treat me later."

Yamato Shou Anding grinned, and reined in the reins, because they were already surrounded by a large number of enemies.But even so, he still said what he used to say in Honmaru.

"……understood."

It's just that there is no dinner in hell.

Hasebe twitched the corner of his mouth, and he also saw the dire situation.

"Ahhh." Hasebe heard the little partner say in a relaxed tone on purpose, "We are surrounded...Damn it, in order to save you, I will be buried with you in the end."

"It's good to have someone to accompany me on the road." Hasebe calmly withdrew his last look at the light film, thinking that there are still ten seconds before the teleportation stele will be operational, there is no fluctuation in his eyes, "... ...Then I will accompany you to make a final fuss."

"The person I want to see for the last time is not you anyway." Yamato Shou'an sighed, and slowly drew out his weapon, "This kind of doting tone is really disgusting - you should use it on that person, not me. "

The mirror-like smooth sharp blade reflected the pair of bright or dark eyes, like a silently burning flame, more like an explanation of the doomed ending.

…………

……

ten seconds.

Yasuhara Tokiha was sweating profusely and drew a circle on his palm with his thumb. Blood oozes from the bitten fingertip, and with the sweat in his palm, the blood picture was quickly blurred.

【"Can you do it?"】Ishikimaru asked dissatisfiedly, 【"You just have this chance."】

The judge didn't bother to talk to him, because the smiling Qingjiang was already chirping for her.

【"Oh, Shiqiedian, don't disturb her."】

Even Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro, who has always been taciturn, took the side of Richa for a rare occasion, 【"I think...the judge has worked very hard."】

eight seconds.

Ishikirimaru pushed back angrily: 【"You two traitors! Which side are you on?"】

Smiling Qing Jiang didn't even think about it: 【"This is the cute girl."】

【"...the moral side."】

Hearing what the two said, Yu Shendao wanted to kill people very much.

seven seconds.

Hasebe over there has already replaced the third knife, and the previous two were broken.

Yamato Shou'an, who was also in a distressed appearance, laughed at him loudly while avoiding the enemy's attack, and said that your durability is just like this, even though he himself is not holding the original knife.

With the enemy at hand, Hasebe almost killed his bastard partner.

And Yasuhara has already started to draw the circle in the other hand - this is a method Ishikimaru taught her, a certain hearsay method, so unreliable that it is like a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Five seconds.

"Draw it!" An Yuan said loudly. After all, it is only a circle, and it won't take long. "And then?"

Shiqiemaru said impatiently: 【"Then it is to inject spiritual power into it, and use spiritual power to trace the traces of the blood to draw the knife patterns of those two guys..."】

"Wait! I can't remember what kind of knife pattern they are!"

When the matter developed to this point, everyone was stunned, including the judge himself.

If you are a fan of sword history, maybe you can still remember what kind of sword patterns these swords symbolize... But Yasuhara Tokiha was just a novice god judge before time travel!It's strange to remember!

three seconds.

The atmosphere in the light film was dead silent, and the knives who had been bickering stopped talking, and they all fell silent, feeling that there was nothing they could do, because there was no time for the Fusangshen to show up and draw patterns.

The sound of clashing swords and swords outside could be heard faintly, mixed with the sound of gunfire from time to time.

Big drops of cold sweat ran down the girl's forehead, she closed her eyes and thought hard, but she couldn't think of a ugly Yinmao.

Yamato Shou'an was finally too tired to speak, he was stabbed by the enemy's weapon in a daze.

"It's only seven seconds." Hasebe sneered when he heard the words, "But that's all, the durability is bad enough."

"No way, looking at the essentials, you set yourself up to collapse!" Yamato Shou'an gasped and complained, the blood from the wound collapsed as if it didn't cost money, soaking the light green coat in an instant, " Let the judges of our family hear it, and I guarantee that the idiot will be surprised!"

"Don't worry, it's so far away, she can't hear a word."

Saying so, Kakiri Hasebe repelled the enemy in front of him violently, but he was about to lose his footing because of those fresh wounds that were bleeding continuously.

— What's more, she will never hear a single word she said again.

two seconds.

Ishikirimaru sighed, 【"That's it, we all know you tried your best."】

【"Yes, little girl, some endings in life are always inevitable."】

Even Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro spoke abruptly, 【"...They won't blame you."】

An Yuan remained silent, his mind was fully open, and he desperately searched for the memory in his mind.

Those cumbersome corners of memory, like piles of waste paper, are filled with dots and doodled things, they disappear in a flash, and jump out chaotically.

But it was still blank.

—I can’t think of anything.

The time-traveling army holding a bow and arrow pulled the bowstring, and the enemy who was good at melee raised his weapon, and the two people who were besieged in the middle showed indifferent smiles at the same time.

The smell of gunpowder smoke and blood came from the wind.

The light of data lit up on the stone tablet behind Yasuhara Tokiha, and the projected red light violently enveloped her.She could almost feel strange fluctuations in the air, and the teleportation was about to begin.

... But she is not reconciled.

Others told her to give up, but she was still not reconciled.

She knew what it felt like to die, and Honmaru remembered it clearly in that forest back then.An Yuan also knew exactly what it was like to watch others die.

At the beginning Candlestick Qie Guangzhong was lying in her arms, but the cold hand finally fell down heavily.

Yaken Toshiro, who was carrying her back, became lighter and lighter. When the cold wind blew, the heat and scalding tears from his words fell on the back of her neck.

... My heart hurts like a knife.

Most people are emotional animals, so it is impossible for a normal person to be able to face all deaths with a smile - if there is, it may be a neuropathy.

You can't help but watch the person who talked to you not long ago, who made fun of you die in the next second, even if you are a stranger who doesn't know each other, at the moment when you witness the life of the other person passing away, what is in your heart after all? What was touched.Be it grief and shock, or pain awareness.

There is no one who is born with a heart of stone.

one second.time up.

Let go of the tight bowstring!The tip of the gun pierces the ground!Pull the trigger of the musket!The slash of the sword splits the air!

——The attack targets all point to the middle!

At the same time, a blood-red beam of light burst out from the stele, piercing straight into the sky, instantly piercing through the dark clouds above the [-]th floor of hell.

When the beam of light disappeared, there was no one in the light film. Naturally, a new round of fighting began again.

then……

It seems like a long time has passed, but it seems that only a second has passed.

Press cut Hasebe didn't know whether he was dead or not.

Somehow, he wanted to open his eyes, but he felt exhausted, as if someone had glued his eyes to the upper and lower eyelids.

……too tired……

It's just that the spiritual power brushed over his scarred body like a wave, and it was as gentle as the warm wind in spring.

However, the next moment, he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice in the darkness.

"...Why is he still awake?"

The lord... is it the lord?

The most frustrating thing is not why the voice of the judge came out of nowhere, but the person who answered the phone swore, "It must be a size problem."

Seven Seconds Man, you have a fucking size problem!

Holding the feeling of wanting something indescribable and roaring, Yakiri Hasebe gradually saw the light in front of him.

It was very faint, but it also made people almost cry out of joy.

"We haven't gone out yet, don't take it lightly."

"I know." The interrogator said, "But which floor are we on now?"

"This... I have to look at it in detail." The smiling Qingjiang replied casually, while turning his head to look, the surroundings are surrounded by very ordinary mountains and forests. There are mountains, waters, wind and light, and the temperature is neither cold nor hot. There was no sign of life—if he hadn't known that the teleportation stele would not send people directly out of hell, at most they would randomly send them to a certain layer of hell, he would have thought this was a normal world.

Sitting not far away at Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro, the blond boy was resigned to his fate, holding a tattered light onion-colored coat and needlework, doing his outrageously virtuous needlework with a helpless expression.

Shirtless and squatting next to him, Yamato Moran Ding smiled brightly, "Thank you, Kunihiro's."

"After all, an imitation knife like me can only do such small things at ordinary times..."

Those who are full of virtuous skills are said with a gloomy face, but the speed of sewing in their hands has not decreased but increased. If he takes out a sewing machine or an electric iron from his pocket next time, please don’t feel strange.

As for Yasuhara Tokiha, he hugged the unconscious Kakiri Hasebe in distress, and turned his head to ask Ishikirimaru what to do.

Yu Shendao with a gloomy face said angrily: "If he doesn't wake up, give him a slap!"

Hasebe, who pretended to be unconscious because he wanted to stay in the little girl's arms for a while, at least restrained the idea of ​​jumping up and beating the guy up.

—Don't even think about it!

The problem is that Yasuhara actually showed an expression of believing it was true, and was tangled in thinking about whether to slap Hasebe's handsome face.

Is it better to hit the left or the right?Or is it symmetrical?

Perhaps feeling the overly eager eyes of the judge, Hasebe hastily and slowly "woke up", and the timing was not bad.

"...Master." He cried out weakly, and An Yuan held his hand as he wished.

"Hasebe! You're awake! That's great, I didn't expect that to be successful..."

An Yuan was a little incoherent with excitement.

"I... Lord, you too..."

This guy also looked too touched to speak, with a domineering CEO face in vain.

The two looked at each other without saying anything, and the scene was so touching that they almost cried.The reason why I didn't hold my head and cry was because Yamato Moran, who was shirtless, suddenly jumped out and said, "Hasebe is really a scheming bitch, pretending to be unconscious and lying in the arms of the girl, acting like a baby, and I should also like it if I also work hard." Mopping up... Then he was punched in the face by Hasebe, who turned over and sat up in embarrassment.

Shi Qiemaru rolled his eyes beside him, he didn't expect that this normally stupid-looking judge actually found the connection between himself and these swords with a flash of inspiration.

Because whether it is using blood or spiritual power to draw the knife pattern, there is only one purpose, and that is to find out the illusory connection imprints hidden deep in the body of the god examiner, and then use these imprints to summon back the sword.

Ishikimaru, who witnessed all this, looked gloomyly at the chattering little girl.

It stands to reason that this method of detecting inner strength, without a period of training, is impossible to find at all... Maybe you can find the marks of other knives, and it is more of a blank.

But this guy found two marks at once, and brought them to this level of hell in an instant.

Is this sharp, silky perception a real skill, or... is it just pretending most of the time?

It's really fun.

"Well, the clothes are mended."

Yamabuchi Kunihiro suddenly said this, and then he saw two people who were huddled together on the ground, and the next second, even their pants were torn apart—because they were already tattered, such a scuffle, just...

An Yuan hurriedly turned his head in fright, so as not to see something he shouldn't see.

"Fuck, Hasebe didn't expect you to be such a fusangshen, well, let's compare the sizes..."

"Go away, bastard! Lord, listen to my explanation! Look, my ruler...not! I have clothes inside!"

It's a pity that the judge didn't dare to look at it at all, or her skin was not thick enough to support her turning her head to watch this embarrassing scene in front of several other men Fu Sangshen.

Can these people be a little self-conscious?

"No, please stay away from me until you get dressed."

Yasuhara tried his best to control his voice to be normal, so that it would not sound too indifferent.

In the chaos, only the smiling Qing Jiang was thoughtful, "Sure enough, the size is the confidence, what Yamato Shoujun said is very reasonable."

"Hee hee, right?"

"Does this mean I have to sew two pairs of trousers?" was apprehensive about not having enough stitches.

In the end, Shiqie Wan was dizzy from the quarrel: "Shut up!"

... No one paid attention to him.