put on my white vest

Everyone knows this is the final battle.

No matter how strong the team of people with lofty ideals is, they cannot fight against the strength of a country that has been established for hundreds of years. The backstab of the shogunate is tantamount to a fatal blow to them.

They no longer had the energy to bring all the supplies, and everyone set foot on the strange road of breaking through with only three days' rations.

Sakata Gintoki, Katsura Kotaro, and Takasugi Shinsuke... They thought it was just another extremely tragic battle, the difference between keeping their heads and their lives together, or being taken away together.

But the reality is far crueler than they imagined.

Amaterasu Temple Naraku.

Those men in black with crow tattoos didn't kill them. The leader's attitude was arrogant and careless, but he didn't neglect the action of ordering his subordinates to bind people.

The wrist tied behind him was aching, Sakata Gintoki tore the strong hemp rope forcefully, and his teeth made a rattling sound.

Just a few steps ahead, Yoshida Shoyo knelt on the cliff with his back to them, his head down, unable to see clearly.

five years?It might have been six years... The mentor they have been working hard to save is now only a few steps away from the three of them.

"... Teacher? Teacher Songyang!!!"

"You bastards... Give us back the teacher, give us back the teacher-!!!"

"Silence."

Oboro, wearing a bamboo hat, ruthlessly interrupted Takasugi's roar. He was also one of the facilitators of this ironic scene. The flames of jealousy and guilt ignited in his heart at the same time, almost burning him up.

The elders of the Tiandao group headed with their hands behind their backs, the people high above have never heard the mournful cries of the ants.

He only cares about when the Xu who will make deals with the Daoists of Heaven will regain the dominance of the undead body, even Yoshida Shoyo, who executed the "treason" under the eyes of everyone, has to be in the back row.

The old man looked at the red-eyed patriots, and felt that they were busy and noisy, so he stabbed everyone with cruel and vicious words one after another.

"It's really sad that young people who are worried about the country have to accept such an order."

"Is this what you aspire to do, Songyang? The children you once taught, who obeyed your will and wasted their lives on the barren battlefield, do you now want to say 'I don't remember ever doing this Taught them 'what?"

"It's—uh..."

He vaguely gestured to the old man, and the domineering man stopped for a moment.

It wasn't until the subordinate compared a number in code words that the old man's fleshy cheeks twitched, and his expression softened a little.

The gods listed as "invulnerable" by Xu himself are still a few miles away.

Tsk, I hope those trash under my hand will drag on for a while longer.

The old man in black irritably recalled the conflicts between the Heavenly Daoists and this god in the past. The other party's elusive trajectory and strong strength made his side completely defeated.

And the most terrible thing is—Xu actually rejected the plan to assist in the arrest of Yinxian.

Maybe it's just to monopolize the deal about "immortality and immortality"...but the fact is that even the Heavenly Daoists are unwilling to have fierce friction with Yinxian, and the old man can only seize the time sullenly.

The country of Edo and the shogunate that controls the country are still useful to them, but the opposition 'Yoshida Matsuyo' must die, and his three disciples are the best witnesses.

The killers of Tianzhaoyuan received the instruction, and swung their shiny knives high——

Gui Xiaotaro's fingernails pinched blood from the palm of his hand, and he knocked his head heavily on the ground, wishing he could bite all the enemies to death.Sakata Gintoki was just the opposite, he stared hard at every man in black present, that would be a hatred he would never forget.

Takasugi Shinsuke showed the most vulnerable expression since he left home, he begged loudly not to... that was their mentor, his guide! !

The purple-haired youth even began to pin his hopes on gods whom he regarded as useless.

Silver Immortal...Aren't you a god?So why did the silver-haired god turn a deaf ear to what happened to Songyang, whether it was four years ago or now? !

Teacher Songyang...everyone is fine, save him! !

But the miracle didn't happen.

The sharp knife fell, and the long chestnut hair flew up with blood.

Gao Shan burst open the blood-stained hemp rope in a frenzy, stood up and rushed towards the old man with a roar, and threw a dagger straight towards his left eye.

Clang!

The dagger was knocked down by a stone from nowhere, and it fell to the ground alone with a crisp sound.

His fearful eyes followed the direction of the stone to the distant forest... That man is also waiting for the Heavenly Dao to attack him. What is his plan?

Is it for...

The tense time was too late for him to think about it, and the drama of "The Death of Yoshida Shoyo" was not over yet.

One of the three feathers in Naraku of Amaterasu-in, who was designated by General Tokugawa as the envoy of the sky, Yatagari, looked down at his fellow disciples.

"Your mentor and that person saved the life for you, don't just waste it like this."

"Are you really going to let this group of people go back to the mountain?" The old man said cooperatively, "Are you sympathizing with that man, Oboro."

Glancing at the distraught disciples, he shook his head and said: "This group of people has lost the last thing they can protect. For them, it is tantamount to death, not to mention the destruction caused by their own weakness."

Gintoki who lowered his head silently, Katsura who clenched his teeth and clenched his fist, and Takasugi who seemed to give up struggling while being held down, none of them spoke.

The absurd and ridiculous people with lofty ideals were detained by Naraku of Amaterasu.

The cliff had returned to silence, only Songyang's headless 'corpse' and Oboro standing there holding a Zen staff on guard.

The guests came quickly.

The silver-haired god came leisurely with his hands behind his back, and he walked slowly, as if he was going to drink tea with an old friend at a leisurely pace.

But it’s also true that old friends meet.

"When are you going to lie down? I haven't seen you in decades...won't you get up and say hello?"

——"Void."

The gentle expression of the silver-haired man froze for an instant, and he lowered his tone that implied danger. The strong sense of oppression swept over him like mountains and seas.

A horrifying scene happened. The head and body that had been separated just now were glued together without warning. The chestnut-haired man who had been reduced to a corpse stretched his neck and stood up, but his tone and expression were completely opposite to those of Yoshida Shoyang. .

"Heh, are you looking for death again...fox?"

"After fighting with you for so many years, to be honest, I'm a little tired."

The silver-haired man said so, but he didn't mean to stop at all: "But this time I have to kill you again."

How to separate 'Yoshida Shoyo' from 'Xu', after the main personality tries to destroy the sub-personality, and the existence of the sub-personality in the world has been erased.

The former one makes Xu and Yoshida Matsuyo objectively become two completely different existences.

The latter one allows the gods to justifiably hide the dead human beings in the social sense. In the kingdom of the silver fairy, no one can disturb the recovery of the sleeping person.

Although it is too cruel for the students of Songyang...but this is the best way to get rid of Xu.

"For Yoshida Matsuyo?"

Xu took out the felt bell that had been kept in a hidden place in his clothes, and looked contemptuously at his old opponent.

"Indeed. When I was about to kill this weak personality just now, I was blocked by your power. Now he is lying on his stomach, lingering on his last breath."

The immortal Altana life body sneered, and nakedly expressed his disdain: "Weak emotions, you are dying in my hands again and again because of these useless things."

Yinxian walked up to the enemy and stood still, and slowly pulled out the long knife behind his back: "Is the memory of the old guy who is almost a thousand years old is declining? I don't know who has lost his head many times." .”

"We have long been veterans of taking the other party's life."

Xu took the gun handed over by Oboro, and the two made gestures at the same time——

"Come on, the long-awaited... fight!!"

The long knife collided with the long knife, piercing the sky before dawn.

The only witness to this battle between the two standing at the top of the universe was Oboro who was forced to suffocate by the violent wind.

Oboro couldn't tell which side got the 'one' this time.

In his eyes trembling with fear instinct, the gradually excited two people abandoned the obstructing foreign objects at the same time, and started a life-and-death struggle like wild beasts.

In the end, the chestnut-haired man smashed the opponent's heart with one punch, and the silver-haired man tore apart the enemy's soul with his strength.

For the more than five hundred years of bloody storm between the two, this result is not surprising.

This time, there are no losers, but there is one winner—Yinxian, dressed in white clothes dyed red, left with the personality consciousness of Yoshida Matsuyo.

Yoshida Shoyo, the mentor who wanted to get closer but gradually drifted away...

He can survive.

For some reason, Yatagari, the messenger of heaven, was filled with joy and rejoicing, and stopped her pursuit without knowing it.

When he walked back to the edge of the completely destroyed original cliff with steps full of confusion, Xu, who had suffered another fatal injury, had recovered, and he stretched his muscles and got up leisurely.

What's also strange is that Xu's expression didn't show the sullen look of being generalized, but it really seemed like he just finished drinking tea with an old friend, exuding a sense of relief for no reason.

Oboro couldn't help thinking of the silver-haired man before the battle started, walking with ease as if he was on an appointment.

He pressed down his bamboo hat, not to delve into the tacit understanding between the two beyond any outsider in the world.

On the other side, the god whose white clothes were blood-stained on half of his body walked steadily.

After confirming that there was no pursuer behind him, he walked into the deserted forest, leaning on the tree trunk and carefully stuffing Songyang's soul fragment into the bell on his chest.

Afterwards, the silver-haired man who endured the pain no longer persisted, and found an open space to lie down on the spot.

Xu's long knife pierced through his heart, and there was a hole piercing through his exposed chest at this time, this is a fatal injury that can't be colder on an ordinary person.

It's just that the god vest with the plug-in is immortal.

The pupils of the fox-eared god lying powerlessly spread out slowly, and his body slowly disintegrated into fragments and particles. The light spots floated and blended into the natural mountain forest, and finally condensed and awakened in the kingdom of God.

Using an RPG game as an analogy, Xu is resurrected in place after death, and Yinxian is resurrected at the location of the camp.

Anyway, you can't die, so just wander around.

According to Mr. System's various props that are full of counterfeit feelings after finishing the business, the kingdom of gods exists in the gap between the present world and the other side, and divine power is the only key to open the passage.

Yinxian is a god of prayer. His power comes from the belief and worship of human beings on earth, but it is currently fully covered by the private foreign agent Dresden Slate.

In order to save trouble, the contractor simply threw the Ogami Shrine, which should have been placed in the secular world, into the Kingdom of God.

Opening his eyes, he saw the familiar ceiling of the shrine. The silver-haired man rubbed his chest and stood up, before he could catch his breath...

In a blink of an eye, he saw human bodies hanging densely on the porch of his shrine, shaking and colliding with each other like sausages drying out.

Lian Hechuan: ...With all due respect, Mr. System, you are so perverted.

However, there is only one of them that barely looks like it. Although it was a two-dimensional house when it was alive, it is obvious that Lian Hechuan's handicrafts are obviously not up to par.

I am not Nuwa.

The contractor sighed. With the assistance of Mr. System, it is not easy to produce usable flesh and blood, and it is even more impossible to superimpose advanced buffs such as immortality.

This also means that Songyang will continue to live as a human being in the future, eating, drinking and having fun, birthing, aging, sick and dying normally.The gentlemen of Party A have no objection to this, and this may also be Yoshida Shoyo's own wish.

The silver-haired god untied the half-finished body from the eaves, and put it together with the soul into the container that used the sealing array as a 'preservative film' after it was fully pinched.

It takes a long time to run in, and the soul and flesh will slowly blend in it.

Before that, in order to prevent Xu Xu or the Heavenly Daoists from coming to find fault, he couldn't leak any rumors that Yoshida Shoyang was still alive.

After being busy in the Kingdom of God for a while, when the humble worker was thinking about whether he could take a short vacation now, his sharp fox ears moved slightly.

Yinxian was standing in the center of his shrine, and seemed to hear something he hadn't noticed before... the sound of prayers?

It is clearly the voice of a young woman, but the tone reveals the decay of death like her pale skin, the earnest and mournful voice numbly drives the beautiful but withered skin to struggle——

'"...Master God, help me!"

"Please help me to take another look, look at... the warm sun..."