Night Rabbit is the strongest

Somewhere in a twisted area beneath Chinatown.

The dim lights kept flickering, and the darkness eroded the place. In the cold wind-drenched cave, a man wrapped in a large black robe tidied up the altar engraved with unknown words.

This is the place where the bones are buried, and it is said that the altar was built on the dragon's veins, where the most sincere believers can get the response of the gods.

The mysterious man, that is, Bei Yuanye, has been searching for decades for a response from the god of faith, and finally made a breakthrough on the prophecy slate obtained from a historian a year ago.

[The ancient god sleeps under the dragon's veins, and the resonance from the son of You'an from another world will be the key to awakening him. 】

【Where the Son of Wandering comes to destroy, it will be the anchor of the Boneyard. 】

Kitano sensed the arrival of the son of Wandering from another world a week ago from the token bestowed by the gods, but he ran all over the country but could not find a place of destruction.

Just when he was so desperate that he wanted to commit suicide, he received an assignment from the high-ranking mantra, the target-Yokohama Chinatown.

Turning around, Bei Yuanye finally found the altar, successfully entered the Boneyard from Chinatown, and his god was right in front of him.

Bei Yuanye was so mad that the corners of his eyes were red. He lit a candle, took a dagger in his hand, and cut his wrist unconsciously. The blood was directed to flow into the magic circle built in the underground ravine.

My great, revered, exalted, supreme God!

Come, listen to the call of believers.

A series of incantations with strange rhythms spit out from Bei Yuanye's mouth, accompanied by blood to complete the formation, and the unknown existence began to respond to the call.

The hoarse and murmuring voice came from the distant and vast universe, or the hot and sticky core of the earth.

The darkness began to swagger wildly, a certain existence opened its innumerable eyeballs, and a voice that could not be described in words gradually and clearly attached to Bei Yuanye's ears: "I will always be here."

At this time, Bei Yuanye's heart was beating wildly, and the unspeakable fear made him confused. He knew that from a certain moment he had gone crazy. in the truth.

He was crazy, and then he was free again. He smiled and stabbed the dagger into his chest, cut out his heart, and made the most perfect ending for the last step of the sacrifice.

Bei Yuanye died, and he used his own life to awaken the mutated life forms bred by Altana on this planet.

Bathed in blood, the Altana Crystal, who called himself a nameless god, ignored the corpses on the ground, and felt that the humans parasitic on the earth were still pouring out curses, polluting the earth with malice.

He frowned, and wanted to clean up the rubbish, when he suddenly felt a breath of the same origin. The long-term loneliness made him shocked by the existence of his companions, and he closed his eyes and quickly found the existence of the breath of dragon veins.

Not far from this distorted space, he felt his companion a few hundred meters away from the ground.

——It is the Kamui standing in Chinatown's good heart and Wujo Wu's own spaceship!

Although the content of Altana in Shenwei's body is not as high as that of Him, at least it can be regarded as half a companion.

humble!

He was angry, Altana in Shenwei's body was his property, that inferior creature did not deserve to have it, and he refused to recognize his companion.

He must do both to eliminate humans and snatch the energy in Shenwei's body.

He glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, and in a short while, he changed into the appearance of Beiyuanye. After destroying the corpse, he left this place, familiarized himself with the world again, and prepared for his two plans.

Kamui felt a chill for no reason, and at a certain moment, he had a vague feeling that he was marked by some kind of evil.

A feeling that is too slight is not even as real as a dream.

Is it an illusion?

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru's voice interrupted Kamui's thinking.

"The body of the second-level conjurer was not found."

Gojo Satoru quickly searched around in the "tent", returned to Chinatown, looked at Kamui lying on the spaceship, eating and drinking leisurely: "It was probably killed by this curse spirit."

The death rate of conjurers is not low, and it is difficult to leave even the corpses of conjurers who are much higher than themselves alone.

After the mutation field was broken, Gojo Satoru became serious, and soon expelled the mutant curse spirit, and the dark lights that neither of them noticed merged into their respective bodies, further untying the shackles of the two of them.

After the situation was resolved, Kamui and Gojo Satoru silently cleared the scene and dealt with their respective secrets. Gojo Satoru who turned around came back and saw Kamui who had already relaxed. The comparison made him slightly uncomfortable.

"The "tent" is about to be withdrawn, can you hide your exaggerated spaceship? "Gojo Satoru easily jumped onto the spaceship, skillfully dodged Kamui's attack, snatched his food and started to eat.

Seeing Wujo Gojo took away the hottest special product he exchanged from the Hot Pot Star Celestials, Shenwei smiled and stopped attacking, ready to watch Gojo Wujo's joke.

"Mr. Conjurer, you don't need to worry about this. One Piece, hide."

The excessive spiciness caused Gojo Satoru to spew flames from his mouth, and the sudden disappearance of the spaceship made his feet empty, and he jumped directly onto Shenwei: "What is this food, it's so spicy, and the attack power is really strong—"

The spacecraft went hundreds of meters underground to complete automatic hiding, and all 0.3% of its energy reserves were exhausted, completely losing power.

The serious secondary damage completely demolished Chinatown that hadn't been rebuilt. Fortunately, there was a legitimate reason this time, which can be regarded as covering up the damage of the two last time.

After receiving Gojo Satoru's order, the assistant supervisor who was guarding nearby removed the "tent", and Kamui opened the umbrella just before the sun shone on him: "Mr. Conjurer."

Looking at the assistant supervisor who was rushing this way, Kamui called to Gojo Satoru: "I can be your sword, but that doesn't mean you won't get angry if you use it like an idiot."

"Because I can ignore your passive defense unlike others, and my perception of you as the 'strongest' is biased, so I simply hide my strength and make me think that this is the apex of the world. Even at the critical moment when the spirit attacks, it retains its strength."

"So far, all the spells you have used in front of me have retained their strength."

Kamui stated his discovery indifferently: "If you can't learn to be honest, then I don't have the need to comply with your request."

Is it so sharp?

"How do you know I'm not doing my best?"

Shenwei looked at the idiot assistant supervisor in front of him, took two steps and then quickly turned around to find the car: "Intuitively, it is very difficult for the same kind to deceive the same kind."

Gojo Satoru was not surprised that Kamui could guess this. He had already discovered that Kamui was a person who didn't like to use his brain very much, but he was definitely not stupid.

"It won't happen in the future." Gojo Satoru put on the blindfold again: "After all, beasts will have a necessary adjustment before they cooperate."

In the end, Kamui would rather expose his spaceship and smash the operation of the domain, so that Gojo Satoru's view of him will change. Maybe this troublesome character is not so bad?

"So the running-in has passed?"

"I think before killing each other, we can try to be companions?" Wujo Satoru reached out to him.

Shenwei shook his hand: "I don't mind."

Companion and hunt do not conflict.

Surprisingly similar thoughts once again appeared in the minds of the two people.

After their conversation ended, the assistant supervisor just drove over and said respectfully: "Master Gojo Wu, you have worked hard!"

"You don't need to make such a gesture." Gojo Satoru swept the document bag on the car seat and waved his hand: "If you have anything else to say, just talk about it."

"After all, it's not surprising that you Yokohama people hate me."

The assistant supervisor clenched the steering wheel with both hands, and the anger in his eyes subsided instantly: "Master Gojo Satoru, please don't joke, we all respect you."

"Port mafia, what kind of organization is this? Is it similar to the samurai organization?"

Shenwei didn't know when, he had already sat in the passenger seat, opened the file bag and looked at it, not caring at all about the auxiliary supervisor's expression that had finally stabilized and turned bad again.

Gojo Satoru scratched his head and laughed: "I'm sorry, sorry, this is a domesticated one, and it's not very good." He said it, but he didn't mean to apologize at all.

Bear with it a little longer, the assistant supervisor suppressed the swear words that had reached his throat, and saved his life from Shenwei's hands.

After controlling his emotions, he spoke again: "Master Gojo, Port Mafia wants to invite you to discuss a matter." He completely ignored Kamui.

"The leader also said that it's the thing you've been caring about before." Afraid that Gojo Satoru would refuse, the assistant monitoring quickly added in a low voice.

Gojo Satoru opened the back door: "Let's go, I really can't help you. How many assistant supervisors in Yokohama are members of the port mafia, and one person does two jobs?"

The auxiliary supervisor's driving skills are very good, and it is not bumpy to shuttle between the ruins: "Master Gojo Wu is joking, after all, the benefits of being an auxiliary supervisor are not very good. We ordinary people have to find some part-time jobs to support our families."

Shenwei looked at the five landmark buildings that gradually became clear in front of him, and became happy: "Mr. Conjurer, are we going there? Can you let me fight?"

The assistant supervisor glanced at Wei through the mirror. This thin young man seemed to be not even as physically fit as he was, and his face unconsciously looked a little contemptuous.

It's just a beautiful vase protected by Gojo Satoru, who dares to speak wild words, I don't know whether it's stupid or being protected too well by Gojo Satoru.

"No."

Gojo Satoru said: "I feel that your restraint by staying by my side has been reduced. I will do an experiment later. If possible, you can go back to the high school to help me take care of the students."

He was intentionally diverting the divine power.

"It just so happened that I arranged a separate mission for Youren and the others."

Want to share some secrets with the people at port mafia?

Kamui was not interested in this. In contrast, in a place where Gojo Satoru couldn't see, he opened his mouth and said, "Okay, I will definitely take care of the students for you."

Really dozed off to send pillows.

Why is this monster not obsessed with fighting with the strong in Yokohama?

Gojo Satoru was a little strange, but he didn't say anything.

The two got off the car in a remote place, and after sending away the auxiliary supervisor, after repeated teleportation tests, it was finally confirmed that the bondage distance between the two was expanded to [-] kilometers, enough for the two to stay in Tokyo and Yokohama, or even More than enough.

Gojo Satoru teleported back to the front of the high school with Kamui, and the two of them passed by a young man with orange hair and a hat.

Feel so strong.

Kamui turned his head and saw that Mr. Hat, who was shorter than himself, didn't see them, and walked straight into the port mafia.

Words about the five conditions for enlightenment emerged in my mind.

Short, good-looking, strange hair color, powerful.

It turns out that Gojo Satoru went to the port mafia to meet his "rival in love".

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Chuya: I’m just passing by, please stay away from me and learn to walk independently