God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"Brother."

Keimaru, who was hesitating outside, was thrown into the room by the white-clothed sword who went out with a smirk. After standing still in embarrassment, he found that the door had been closed. After a few seconds of blankness, he could only say the most commonly used address with a sullen face. .

"...Brother Maru," Higakiri blinked cutely, "help me see how the wound is, Tsurumaru said it is very serious."

"?" Kneemaru immediately half-kneeled in front of the bed and checked them one by one. Of course, everything was as usual, and the shallower wounds could not even be seen. It's so unstable."

Tsurumaru, who was suddenly kicked next door, felt a headache for no reason.

"Well, are you still angry?"

The real purpose of Higakiri was obviously not to know the condition of the wound, he tried hard to imitate Qingguang Qingguang and tilted his head, trying to use this cute behavior to ask for forgiveness.

Although he is still not sure why his brother is angry.

... Am I still angry?Kagemaru felt that he hadn't thought it through yet, but his body could no longer control himself and answered the other party: "Don't be angry anymore."

But when he saw the other party's happy smile, Kewan, like every parent who dotes on a bear child, quickly changed his mind.

Forget it, forgive him this time.

"I'm not angry anymore." He said affirmatively, "But brother, you have to promise me that if there is something that makes you feel unhappy in the future, then you can't do it anymore."

"Is it a mission?"

"No, everything, including tasks."

Mustache looked at his serious brother, remembering how his body was pierced by the sharp blade, and the blood spattered.

"Okay, I promise you."

At four o'clock in the morning, the communication screen in the room suddenly turned on brightly, and the staff's emotional voice came from inside.

"——Please bring the sword and sword man to the command hall within half an hour, and prepare for battle."

"Didn't it say that it's six o'clock for our shift change time?" California Qingguang, who was awakened without warning, groaned in pain, "What if it's suddenly early..."

"Did something unexpected happen on the battlefield?" Hasebe insisted that the judge should sleep on a narrow bed, while he himself sat on the floor leaning against the bed all night, and now his condition is not bad, "Master , I'll organize your clothes for you."

"The one who disturbs people's lucid dreams will be killed." Song Xian said with a dark face, he was a little bit angry, but he didn't intend to show it in front of the god judge, who was wearing the buckle of his cloak in a murderous manner.

The inquisitor, who didn't intend to fall asleep but didn't want to disappoint Hasebe's willingness to give up the bed, was forced to pretend to be in a deep sleep for a full five hours. In order to avoid alarming the guardian of the light sleep, he slowed down his breathing and remained still until now, as required by current affairs. It's just in time.

While Hasebe was putting on his coat and straightening his shoulders and belt, the examiner stretched his body calmly, and then a roll of cold towel was presented in front of him. The owner of the arm was the candlestick Kiri Mitsutada with a gentle smile on his face.

"A cold towel can help you wake up quickly." Tachi explained, "I think you need it."

"Thank you." The judge stretched out his hand to take it, covered his face with a cold towel against Hasebe's disapproving eyes, and let out a soft breath.

Tachi's smile deepened a little, he took the towel with a slight bow, turned and left the overcrowded bed.

After a brief wash, the God Inspector brought his combat troops to the command hall, and the staff quickly used the teleportation device to bring them to the battle location and conveyed the instructions.

They need to plug the front gap caused by unexpected circumstances here, and the time limit is as long as possible.

"In order to ensure the efficiency as much as possible, you need to heal the team near the battlefield," the staff member said apologetically, "There will be other teams coming for support later, please be sure to pay attention to your own safety."

After making arrangements, he hurriedly left, and the exhausted Fu Sangshen team in front gradually gathered up, waiting for them to come forward to meet him.

Mustache looked at that figure's back for several times inexplicably, before brazenly drawing his saber to meet him.

"Please sit here." Xiao Ye Zuowen carefully picked up the stones in the grass, and greeted the god judges who were looking into the distance. They are now on a small slope near the battlefield, and they can easily see the blurred faces. The appearance of Qing's companions fighting.

After a short discussion, the only two short knives who came out decided to take turns to fight. They don't have much advantage in the situation of competing for endurance. It's better to take turns to rest and relieve some pressure while helping the judge.

"We are not good at this kind of crowded scene," Xiao Ye Zuowen hugged his knees and looked towards the direction of the battlefield, "but it will be more concealed when assassinating at close quarters, and it is very useful in narrow and dark places."

The appraiser stretched out his hand to touch the head of the dagger—he could now express comfort and praise naturally by touching the head, and gradually found pleasure in this way of treating his subordinates which was completely different from before.

"Although it didn't help this time," Dagger said dryly, "but we will become stronger."

"I know," replied the god judge, "You've worked hard, whether it's you and Yaken who have been training hard in the morning and night, or Akita and Maeda who have done a lot of work to make Honmaru better, They are all important supports for Honmaru.”

"That's good." Xiaoye Zuowen let out a soft breath, "Don't worry."

"Are you worried about those two children?" Jing Mo looked down, and a new Fusangshen team rushed into the battlefield, and the two sides were in a mess.

"...Well." Dagger replied softly, "If it is useless, it will be discarded. They are different from me. They will be very sad. I am used to this kind of thing."

Although Xiaoye Zuowen's knife carries the feelings and beliefs of human beings wanting revenge for more than ten years, when the revenge is over, it will still be dedicated to the city lord as a step forward.

Even if you specially ask for a collection because of your love, you still can't get along with it for a long time. After experiencing the hands of different owners, from one place to another, you are always in a hurry and it is difficult to stop.

Maybe at some point, the master will leave, or the one who leaves is still himself.

Because this feeling is too heavy and dark, it is impossible not to stay by my side.

Dagger thought quietly, but, if possible, I hope this kind of life can last a little longer.

The god judge who didn't know the mood of Xiao Xiaodao was a little distressed. Although he had an amazing talent in perceiving conspiracy and deception after a long time in gunpowder, he could easily judge every turbulent undercurrent under the illusion of peace, but in the face of It is always difficult to deal with this kind of true feelings that have nothing to do with interests.

This is one of the few insurmountable shortcomings in his long life. All words and actions that cannot be synchronized with the feelings of the other party will become pale, and the disguise will be quickly exposed, and usually the other party will respond with fury and revenge.

That kind of subtle, fickle and difficult to trace the root causes Jingmo to suffer a lot, but no matter it is every time, he is shocked and deeply attracted by it.

It is the instinct of all creatures to long for things that are difficult to have-to pursue the gorgeous scenery and strange aesthetics produced when the short life collides with heavy feelings, which is probably enough to explain why the spiritualists are willing to continue on this path of suffering.

The friend decided that this was a childish idea, but he only gave a few words of advice, and didn't intend to say anything more.

——When you understand how emotion arises, you will no longer find it beautiful.

The sound of chaotic footsteps eased the somewhat unnatural atmosphere in time. Three newly arrived god judges came up from the other side of the hillside, followed by several sword fusangshen, which seemed to be used as a reserve force for rotation.

The two sides looked at each other and nodded, and after making sure that they didn't intend to talk to each other, they each occupied a place, silently waiting for the work to start.

"……What's wrong?"

The judge asked in a low voice about the dagger that had been staring at it for a long time.

"...It's strange," Dagger replied confusedly, "There is something about him that I care about."

What he was talking about was one of the three god judges. He was between young and middle-aged, his eyes were half closed, his eyes were black and blue, and his face was also dark yellow. It could be seen that he hadn't had a good rest for a long time. Pass.

One of his Fusangshen stood straight ahead observing the battlefield, his tensed back as thin and sharp as a blade.

"It's different from the hatred I'm familiar with, but it's very similar," Xiao Ye said hesitantly, "Depressed..."

Fu Sangshen, the god judge, suddenly turned his head and looked over. Although tens of meters away, the pleading expression in his eyes was still very obvious.

"..." Dagger fell silent in embarrassment, then avoided the other party's gaze and looked at his own judge.

Jing Mo smiled and patted his head to express his indifference.

There is no need to pay too much attention to the fate of meeting by chance, no matter what kind of picture scroll, as time goes by, it will eventually unfold and reveal the whole picture.

The sun is at its zenith.

After six or seven hours of hand-to-hand combat, most of Fu Sangshen entered the stage of physical exhaustion, and the number of wounded who could not persist in fighting increased rapidly, and the hillside was gradually filled with resting swordsmen.

At this time, Jing Mo, who only had a dagger at his side, seemed a little eye-catching.

Accompanying him now is Yaoken. Xiaoye took over his position an hour ago and continued to fight. The dagger that had to retreat from the battlefield due to exhaustion looked tired and unwilling. At this time, he was going back and forth Sanitize the scissors and tweezers in your own packet.

Minor wounds don't need to consume the spiritual power of the God-inspector, bandages and potions can be taken care of very well, Yao Yan checked the medicines he was carrying again, calmed down and waited for the next companion to come back.

Only now did he deeply understand the meaning of "war of attrition".

Regardless of differences in formation, tactics, and individual strength, purely use numbers as the cornerstone of the attack, constantly wear down the enemy's physical strength and will, and swarm up when the opponent shows fatigue, and eat up the single Fu Sangshen in the small encirclement .

Chilling like a hyena sniffing blood.

Dagger thought silently.

"A new team has been added," the judge smiled. "Let me see... it's Ge Xian and Zhang Gubu who are back."

...was it almost late to be forged?

Yao Yan sighed, and ran down the hillside to help Zhang Gubu lift Ge Xian up.

Song Xian's fighting posture always carries an indomitable spirit. If the attack is on the neck, he will not stop after severing the artery. He must cut off the head before giving up. It is undisputed that more effort is expended.

Especially today.

If it wasn't for Hasebe, who was supporting him with empty shots, pulling him back, he probably wouldn't have realized that he was on the verge of losing strength, but even so, he didn't look good, and complained while pressing most of his weight on Hase On his shoulders, a row of blue veins popped out on Hasebe's face successfully.

"It's dead...Yakuken, help me drag this guy up!" Hasebe said with a sneer, "Let the Lord see his gaffe!"

This threat was very effective, at least Ge Xian no longer leaned against him in retaliation, but tried to support himself not to look too embarrassed to walk in front of the god judge.

"I said you... the relationship between the ex-masters is not bad, right?" Yao Yan said helplessly, "Don't always be awkward."

"Heh." Ge Xian let out a disdainful voice, "I'm going to have trouble with him?"

"Yes, it's making trouble." Yao Yan replied indifferently.

"Of course I don't care," Hasebe ignored Ge Xian's fierce eyes, "As long as you don't cause unnecessary trouble to the Lord, it has nothing to do with me."

"And—" Hasebe elongated his tone slightly, "is there any higher expectation for him?"

Full of sarcasm.

"...you bastard!"

"Okay, okay, let me check the wound first," Yaken pulled the two of them hard, "There was an argument between Honmaru's Tokiri and Kagemaru yesterday, don't you think that the general has not lost enough face?"

The two shut their mouths in an instant and ended the simmering physical confrontation.

... The general is really easy to use.

We think about dagger which grasps point a little.

The battle lasted for a full ten days.

In the early morning of the tenth day, the retrograde army suddenly began to retreat. The black army turned around and marched back without hesitation, and all disappeared in a very short period of time, leaving behind a mess like the ebb of the sea.

"...Is this the end?" Qing Guang, who hadn't been completely released from the fighting state, was a little dazed. It seemed that the endless battle ended too abruptly, leaving only a suffocating sense of emptiness.

"Clang!" Hasebe put the knife back into its sheath in dissatisfaction, and combed back the strands of blood-stained hair, revealing a smooth forehead.

"If enough people die, it will be over." Mustache replied with crooked eyebrows, without any surprise.

Since agreeing to his younger brother's request, this Shintachi never made himself too embarrassed, and the relationship between the two brothers quickly improved again, and they went forward and retreated together happily every day, as if the dispute on the first day was an illusion.

"Just get used to it." Smiling Qingjiang wiped his blade lovingly, "Here needs to consume not only physical strength, energy, but also life. The sudden withdrawal is because the purpose has been completed."

"I haven't heard of any serious casualties... Could it be the main formation that just broke through somewhere?" Qing Guang asked suspiciously.

"It's not that there is nothing." Owaki Kai half-tilted his head and smiled amusedly, stretched out his hand and stroked the blood-soaked ground in front of him: "Isn't it all?"

"Even they themselves?" Ge Xian was obviously startled, "It's too stupid, what's the point of doing this..."

"War is meaningless." Tsurumaru grabbed his shoulders and walked towards the god judge, with a bright smile on his face, "Since you are an enemy, don't think about it from the other side's point of view. You know more It will only increase your distress—let's discuss what to eat for the celebration banquet!"

"This time I plan to make teppanyaki, but first I need to make a list of ingredients for my lord..." Song Xian's attention was quickly distracted, and he no longer cared about the motive of the time-traveling army.

The end of the battle is gratifying enough, why bother to trouble yourself like Tsurumaru said?

The author has something to say: Xiaoye's thoughts in this chapter are my own guesses...

But I feel sorry for him QAQ

To be reasonable, during the alliance battle, what are the first-rate god judges doing...

If it's the second team and the third team, they must be carefully observing the battle situation and ready to change players at any time. Is someone like Jing Mo just a salty fish? (No

Wenli's colleagues will appear again~