Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

Mottled black dots suddenly appeared in the sky under the moonlight. The black dots ranged from large to small, and spread rapidly towards the surroundings. They spread out in the sky, forming a black barrier, gradually covering the huge buildings hidden among the mountain streams.

The sky was getting darker, and after the moonlight disappeared, the mountains and fields could hardly be seen.But after a while, orange-red light spots lit up in the building one by one. The believers lit the torches and candlesticks, and their vision returned. Sky.

"It came so fast..." the old man muttered to himself, his narrowed eyes opened a little, and the eyes were full of light.He told the waiter beside him, "Go and bring the man."

"Yes!" The waiter respectfully put the old man's hand on that of his companion, then turned around and ran away quickly.

Then, the old man asked the people around him, "Are you all ready?"

The believer who took the place of the previous person supporting the old man bowed and replied: "It has been prepared according to your order. You can open the formation at any time with your order."

The old man nodded in relief, and said very cautiously: "You only have one chance, and if you fail, we will explain it here today, so that everyone can cheer up."

"Yes!"

The old man turned his head and looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer in the distance, his expression gradually became strange.

"Finally... Finally, the day has come..."

There was a look of madness on the kind and kind face, and it looked a little distorted and hideous when mixed together. The old man's eyes were full of light, and his greedy and crazy eyes locked on the figure in front of him who was gradually stopping with a huge sense of oppression.

"I created it with my own hands... Lord God..."

……

Finding the flames gathered in the open space in front of the main hall, Su Nuo on both sides gradually stopped, condescendingly looking down at the believers holding torches and looking up at him.

The tall figure stopped in mid-air as if walking on the ground, the hem of the clothes was windless, and the plump muscles under the loose skirts agitated with indescribable beauty of power. Looking across, the gathered believers gradually became weak and sat on the ground with weak legs and feet.

The two-faced Su Nuo glanced at the humans who were inferior to ants in his opinion, and finally settled on the old man who was surrounded by people and carefully protected.

"The person in charge here, is that you?" The two-faced Su Nuo lowered his voice, and his low voice sounded like a call from the ground in the dark night. The timid people were already trembling, and commotion began to appear in the crowd.

The old man raised his hand and pressed down beside him. The commotion quickly subsided and the scene became quiet again.

With the help of his attendant, the old man walked to the front of the crowd, let go of the attendant's hand, put it in front of him, and bowed respectfully towards the two-faced Nuo.

"Monobe Sosan, I have seen Lord Ghosts and Gods."

There was no answer, and the scene was silent for a while. The old man who did not receive a response kept his posture bent over.

After a while, the ghosts and gods in midair sneered loudly.

"Your courage is still so big."

The berserk mantra was suddenly lifted, and the grass, trees, and sand were rolled up like a gust of wind, and the people who were hit by the head-on shock were instantly turned upside down, looking at the trembling old man standing in the vortex of the mantra.

The old man straightened up in the strong wind, his slightly opened eyes revealed a gloomy light.

"Your Majesty, I have prepared a gift for your lord."

The crowd behind him suddenly spread out to both sides, and two burly youths carried a box-like thing covered with black cloth, which was about less than one meter high, and walked forward with difficulty against the howling wind of spell power.

"Bam—"

The boxy thing was placed on the ground and made a dull sound when the heavy object fell to the ground. Su Nuo on both sides restrained the overflowing mantra, watched the old man walk to the side of the thing on the ground, bent down towards him again, and then, with a swipe, pulled it off. Black cloth on the box.

Holding the black cloth, the old man spread his hands and raised his head to ask the ghosts and gods in the sky frantically: "Master ghosts and gods, do you like this gift!"

Su Nuo's expression on both sides gradually faded.

The box that took down the black cloth was not the box as expected, but an iron cage made of fine iron. The sacrifice that belonged to him curled up motionless inside, the white clothes on his body were torn and torn, stained with blood. Seeing a little background color, under the cracked opening, there are still deep bone wounds and traces of thorn whipping. There are still cut wounds behind the naked ankle, and the same is true for the wrist. Obviously, the tendons of the hands and hamstrings were picked broken.

It's like a baby bird with its wings broken off in a cage.

"Heh..." Su Nuo on both sides suddenly covered his face with his hands, and an unbearable guttural sound came out of his mouth.

Fingers tucked the broken hair to the back of the head, the ghost grinned, and there was no smile in his eyes.The black lines under the eyelids seemed to come alive, and when the eyelids were lifted upwards, a second pair of eyes appeared on the face of ghosts and gods.

"You guys have been doing a great job of pissing me off."

The sudden killing intent fell like Mount Tai, and everyone below fell to the ground almost at the same time, like ears of rice cut off by the wind. Their bodies trembled because of the killing intent, their eyes widened, and they couldn't even move their fingers. Looking up His eyes were red like ghosts and gods coming from hell, and the full moon behind him seemed to be stained a dark red like blood.

The body of the old man who was also limp and sitting on the ground trembled, but his expression became more and more strange, his smile was distorted, and he murmured in a hoarse voice.

"Let's fight."

……

After an unknown amount of time, the comatose Yayoi Komiji was awakened from the darkness by a strange wail. He opened his heavy eyelids, and what came into his sight was a dark red that was thick and viscous, as if it could drip blood.

Yayoi Kojiro stared blankly at the sky, and it took him a while to realize that what he saw should be a vast cloudless sky.

Just, this color...?

"Are you awake?" A familiar deep voice sounded from the side, and the thick and magnetic voice made the scalp tingle for a while. Yayoi Kojiro turned his head and looked to the side.

A tall figure was sitting not far from him. From this angle, he could only see the man's tough side face. When Yayoi Kojiro saw the person next to him clearly, his eyes widened a little, and his eyes came out from under the other's eyelids. From the eyes to the bare upper body shoulders and extra arms.

The ghosts and gods disguised as humans showed their real appearance without any concealment. Yayoi Komise stood up supporting his weak body, just sat down, and seemed to remember something, raised his hand, and looked at his wrist.

The wound there has healed, and there is no trace of being directly cut by a sharp weapon on the intact flesh, and the other parts of his body that have been tortured can no longer feel pain. He looked down and saw the familiar crow-colored coat on his body , You can still see your naked//naked chest under the wide neckline that obviously does not match the size.

Yayoi Kojiro paused for a moment, gathered her neckline to cover her naked body except for her robe.

The ghost stared forward with its chin propped up, and the eyes under the eyelids glanced casually beside him. After seeing the boy's movements, he couldn't help but sneered, and looked away before the boy looked over.

Yayoi Kojiro followed his line of sight and looked forward. The endless water surface was calm and waveless, and the dark red sky was reflected in it. The sky and the water surface seemed to be connected. .

He looked around. The torii shrine with a strange shape stood on the water like an isolated island in the sea. The place where the Buddhist altar was placed behind him was empty. Nothing else.

Yayoi Kojiro withdrew his gaze, and then looked at the man beside him.

"...Master." The boy's tone was as indifferent as before, but his voice was a little weaker, weak, like a breeze that couldn't even blow a hair, and Su Nuo on both sides clicked his tongue impatiently.

"It's really useless, I can't even do this little thing well." His tone was full of sarcasm, and he looked sideways, his scarlet eyes showing no emotion, "I should have said that it's useless to be around me." waste."

Yayoi Kojiro pursed her pale lips and lowered her eyes.

An arm stretched out from the side, grabbed his wrist, and pulled it hard.

Two-faced Su Nuo dragged the weak sacrifice to the edge of the shrine, bent down and pressed his head down, making him look at the water.

"see it?"

Under the clear and waveless water is a mountain range made up of bones. The old man in a white school uniform has a grim face, his eyes almost popping out and staring forward. His distorted face is full of strong unwillingness. His body is torn apart and scattered everywhere. Yes, some shredded meat covered with white cloth can still be seen around the corpse, some from the old man and some from other believers.

"That's what happens to trash."

"It's also the price to pay for angering me."

The ghosts and gods wrapped the sacrifice in their arms, bent down, and whispered in the ear of the sacrifice from behind.

"Are you scared?"

Yayoi Kojiro stared at the hellish scene below the water surface, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she shook her head slowly.

"Heh..." Two-faced Su Nuo couldn't help chuckling, turned the person to face him, straightened up, and condescendingly looked down at the sacrifice that was wearing his own clothes and wrapped in his own breath.

Those golden eyes were bright and calm, and could clearly reflect his own figure, like the rising sun, emitting a light that was not dazzling but attractive.

Su Nuo on both sides stretched out his hands and covered the boy's soft cheeks, rubbing his rough thumbs against his eyelids, his tone was unclear.

"I'm really curious if you don't know whether you are afraid or simply not afraid of death."

Yayoi Kojiro raised his head and looked at the ghost in front of him who could no longer look like a human being, with four inhuman eyes on his face, extremely sharp shark teeth with a cold light looming between his mouth, full and powerful muscles, and black curse marks scattered along the curve , the four arms are very much like Susanoo's life described in the myth.

The young man looked up at the tall ghost, his loose neckline slipped down one side of his shoulder, and he slowly raised his hand towards the ghost, as if offering a sacrifice, defenseless.

"I will be afraid." The young man's expression was as flat as ever, and his tone was as flat as usual: "But, it's okay to be afraid, and it's okay to be afraid."

"I have dedicated everything to you." Thin white fingers landed on the face of ghosts and gods, golden pupils reflected the dazed gods, and the corners of the young man's lips curled up slightly, almost whispering softly whisper.

"Private... ご master 様..."