I am a writer in the world of sorcery

When Disqualified in the World is used, it will burst out with a blue light like cold fire. In the thick night, the interior of the abandoned building is suddenly illuminated by the light as bright as day. There are countless small and small words sliding in the blue fireworks. When the light dissipates, Dazai Osamu Picking up the small fleshy cubes on the ground, he staggered and climbed up while supporting the floor.

There is no doubt that he is terrible, Dazai Osamu's wounds are not healed, and because he had to deceive Gojo Satoru on the way to escape - he had to be real, he really, really, really couldn't understand the strength of this man To a certain extent, after all, this person can directly rush to kill with his bare hands when he has lost his magic power and his eyes are unable to perceive light, even killing people with aggressive supernatural powers.

And the reason why they wanted to escape was purely because there were too many opponents, some of whom were long-range ones like Akutagawa Ryunosuke. Originally, it didn't take so many people to deal with him alone, but Gojo Satoru's existence obviously exceeded the opponent's expectations.

Even if the current Gojo Satoru can't be called invincible in close combat, it's still a matter of one finger to control him, so he was held by Gojo Satoru before, how much water did this man let go?Flooded a Pacific Ocean?In this way, he sent the cat back at least to ensure that the plan would not be directly extinguished in the cradle by an excessive force value.

So he had to make Gojo Satoru so badly injured that he couldn't even move.

As a necessary price, Osamu Dazai had no choice but to include himself in it. Even if Gojo Satoru blocked most of the attacks for him, he was still in the predicament of excessive blood loss and severe wound pain.

Osamu Dazai held onto the gate of the prison with one hand, and staggered back to hide.

There were many wars near this village more than 100 years ago, and the abandoned buildings basically left passages leading to the ground. Osamu Dazai bowed his waist, supported the wall with his hands, and pulled the heavy stone slabs on the ground with all his strength, and then walked along the vertical passage Jumping in, he fell hard when he landed, and he could already hear the sound above his head through the dirt.

Osamu Dazai bit the tip of his tongue and took a few breaths slowly, groping forward in the darkness.

This kind of underground passage dug by the farmers themselves in the past is basically rough and not very long. Osamu Dazai touched forward with one foot deep and one shallow foot. Every breath was accompanied by severe pain. The prison door in his hand Jiang kept shrinking, as if he was holding a piece of beating raw meat, or a living heart. After a short distance, he rested twice, maybe three times, I can't remember clearly, and walked again. After a while, he suddenly bumped into a solid wall.

It turned out to be over.

Osamu Dazai clutched the wound on his body and climbed up, his fingertips were wet, all stained with blood, so slippery that he could hardly grasp the rusty iron ladder, just as he leaned out, there was a gust of wind that made his bones sore , Looking at the passage again, it turned out to lead to a long-abandoned church. Half of the Christ statue was upside down in the ruined wall, and there was a hole in the ceiling. bullet.

The two places are too close, it is estimated that they were discovered by the enemy.

Osamu Dazai has always been picky about death, but now he can’t allow him to ask for too much. There are only two choices, to die in a tunnel or in a church. If he had to choose one, he would choose the latter. The enemy is cautious because the opponent is that Osamu Dazai Many are still tentatively approaching so far.

He wiped the blood from his nose and the corners of his mouth, tried to support his body, and fell back halfway because he was too weak. Released uncontrollably, the small cube slid out from the palm of his hand and spun round and round. Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and heard the sound of bullets getting denser. He lay on the ground and turned over, facing the ceiling, Reach out to reach the prison gate.

"Bang!"

Countless black hole muzzles and more than 100 people with different abilities.

Osamu Dazai turned his face and glanced at the door, thinking, is it necessary to mobilize so many people?The enemy was still hesitating whether this was another trap by Osamu Dazai, and looked around the house with a scope, but they couldn't find the white-haired young man who killed a team by one person, and scanned around. After that, they refocused their attention on Osamu Dazai's face.

"shot!"

——The bullets that shot out from the muzzle suddenly froze in the air.

Such dense firepower, such frenzied bullets, should have fallen to the ground. The shell casing drew an extremely slow arc in the air, and the deadly metal bullet was suddenly frozen by an invisible transparent barrier in front of Osamu Dazai.

"Ah, it's really covered in bruises, no, it should be said to be tattered." A voice suddenly came from above his head without warning.

Osamu Dazai trembled all over, opened his eyes wide, and showed an expression of extreme disbelief for a moment. He subconsciously clenched the prison gate in his hand. The man in front of him was covered with a black blindfold, which was different from being fully armed. The enemy, who was only wearing a thin T-shirt, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a popsicle, lowered his head and smiled at him: "Is it surprising?"

Osamu Dazai suddenly felt that he was being stared at by something inhuman and creepy.

In the curtain made of bullets, among the lightning and flint, many supernatural abilities with great lethality suddenly struck, colorful energy beams smashed together, sand and stones filled the sky, dust was flying, and the dilapidated church was shocked by this earth-shaking movement It was directly shattered into pieces by the violent shock wave, smashing down like a sky and covering the ground, and then a burst of incomparably sudden wind pressure swept over, and the smoke dispersed. Others found that these two people were actually unscathed in almost horror.

"I still have some debts to settle with this person. My suggestion is that you go back first, and then you can trouble him however you want, even blowing up Yokohama."

Gojo Satoru took out his hand from his pocket, put his two fingers together and bent slightly, the bullet that had been solidified in the air suddenly lost its support, and smashed Dazai Osamu's head and face with clanging clangs, and he was suffocating again because of the pain, and then Standing up with difficulty, he took a few steps back.

- fuck it.

He must not experience the repeated drowning experience before.

He suppressed his breath and barely stood still, looked around in a blurry field of vision, and saw that the people with supernatural powers who attacked him were slowly approaching Gojo Satoru, and some of them had already fought with each other. People's attention was not on him, Dazai Osamu staggered and bent his body to hide towards the collapsed ruins, some strength came out of his exhausted body from nowhere, supporting him to pry open a car. Empty cars parked outside.

There is not much shelter in this deserted village in southern France. Osamu Dazai pressed his coat on the bleeding wound, lowered his head, and was about to get into the trunk, but just as he was about to buckle the lid of the trunk, a slender But the strong hand suddenly buckled the lid of the box ahead of time, and pulled it casually.

The hard metal shell was torn off by this man.

"The troubles behind you haven't been dealt with yet." The other party's snow-white hair was blown wildly by the wind, and Osamu Dazai raised his face, showing a nonchalant smile: "Shall we talk?"

"Trouble behind me, isn't it?" Gojo Satoru nodded with a smile, and raised his left index finger.

Red light spots emerged from the void, spiraled and gathered together, the power was compressed to the extreme, the red ball on his fingertips actually showed the texture of a black hole, and then the man pointed backwards in a very small way——

The ominous red light almost illuminated the entire sky, and the ground was opened with terrible twists and turns. A series of loud and devastating sounds almost burst the eardrums. , he heard Gojo Satoru's casual voice: "But I don't want to talk about it, you'd better keep your mouth shut and don't talk."

"Oh, that's right." Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered something, and finally pulled down the blindfold, and those blue eyes that seemed to melt into the endless sky looked at Osamu Dazai: "Give me the prison gate."

"Long time no see, Mr. Gojo." Osamu Dazai coughed twice: "The last time was near Yahara..."

The Gojo Satoru in front of him undoubtedly has the physique of a serious adult. Although the face of this person is the same no matter how old he is, the outline of this person is still a little more mature than the one he is familiar with. Now he is taking care of himself Sitting across from him and biting a popsicle, he didn't feel like jumping over his head.

... On the contrary, there is a danger of being unknown.

Osamu Dazai curled up one leg and changed his position to make his wound less painful. The prison gate was in his hands. It stands to reason that it would not take a little effort for Gojo Satoru to take it away, but this man insisted on standing there Waiting for him to offer it - he pressed his deep teeth hard to keep his head clear, trying to think of a way to get out of the current situation.

that's terrible.

This is worse than being chased by the enemy before. In the deserted land of southern France, the only human beings who can breathe now are alive and breathing. Gojo Satoru is undoubtedly no longer subject to any restraints, the experience of being sealed once did not affect him at all, nor is it his squeamish cat that is easy to fool, Dazai Osamu secretly smiled wryly.

Simply the worst possible situation.

"Stop." The white-haired man blinked, looking at his good temper, he stretched out three fingers at Osamu Dazai, and shook them in front of his eyes: "I told you, shut up, I don't want to hear You talk, and I'm going to be angry if you keep talking--you're just disgustingly arrogant to say that."

"Okay, okay, hurry up, give me the prison gate."

Osamu Dazai's eyelids twitched, and he was silent for a while before he said with a smile: "The prison gate is no longer useful to you."

"Don't try to come and go." Gojo Satoru ate the last bite of the popsicle: "You might as well just ask why, why I want the prison gate, why I appear at this point in time."

Osamu Dazai continued logically: "Then, why?"

"Even if I tell you, you won't understand." Gojo Satoru said, "Don't try to get in touch with things you can't understand. People say that the prison gate is a sealed item, so you believe it is a sealed item?"

"If it's not a sealed item..."

"I gave you three chances."

Osamu Dazai just opened his head, when he saw the white-haired man in front of him throw away the small wooden stick in his hand and stand up, raised his lips and smiled: "I'm angry, since you can't learn to shut up by yourself, then I'll teach you ——The field expands."

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes: "Infinite space."