Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

The proposal was a little hasty, I realized.

The terrible thing is, I actually think it is very reasonable, even if the rich experience of being scolded reminds me that this is too impulsive, reckless and forced...

What's more terrible is that the nerves that let go of the excitement of the fight will not care about these, and there is no one who may stop me or the blade is present at this stage.

The last struggle made by reason only made me hesitate for a second.

A second to convince myself: now we are in a great state, and we don't know when the next time will be.

OK, after this one second I perfectly convinced myself.

"Please pay attention, Mr. Gojo."

With the last trace of rationality I reserved, I turned my head and glanced at the fusangshen scattered in the corner of the safe area.

They are sharp and efficient.

He is an excellent partner and a seasoned warrior.

With the uniform and body in hand, the gate of Honmaru is locked and martial law is entered.

This is the tacit agreement we reached, two humans attack and break through, and a few Fusangshen are responsible for defending the city.

"Okay, what are you going to do?" Mr. Wujo asked unusually cooperatively.

"That's it." I raised the knife.

"Excuse me," you don't need to do anything, the person who has already become an arrow will immediately understand what I mean, "Slash?"

My talent for long-range weapons is not as good as physical skills and long weapons, and the bow skills I have learned are far from reaching the realm that can break the world. For the sake of success rate, it is better to simply give up.

Anyway, there are more archers who don’t use bows——

I showed a sharp smile, "Mr. Gojo, do you still have enough of your no-lower-limit and reversal spells?"

Don't be cut off by me!

The fuel of the lip as a turret is the garbage data stored in the valley of the chest, and the abandoned & collapsed space compression of the Passionlip is used as a launcher. In my words, I made a change on this basis, and attached the power of the naginata to the flames. Combustion is used as the string of the bow, with the inherently unchanged space as the starting point, and finally, the waste materials used as fuel are——

Gojo Satoru, who had strengthened his legs, used his hands for the last time. He put his right hand in front of his body, flexed four or five fingers, and put the third finger on top of the second finger.

"Field Expansion · Boundless Space."

——This is the fuel needed as a battery.

【"...When I raise my bow, Mr. Gojo will be able to expand the field. I will use all the transmitted junk information as fuel for this fort. I will wait for the moment when the arrow hits the "bowstring". The lower limit needs to be released immediately, and then opened immediately, even if it is a few milliseconds, it is enough for me to accumulate all the power on you..."

"The above is Palladium Final Plan Never Amend 3.0.1, Mr. Gojo, do you have any supplementary amendments?"

"Okay, I don't need to change any aspect of my responsibility. There are six eyes in the control of time. Even if there is an error, don't cut at my head and heart. I can't die if I reverse it."

"Okay, then..."

"——I have no problem, but can you ensure that you still have the power to move in the boundless space?"

"...I'm sorry, I can't promise you this, but I can guarantee that this arrow will definitely shoot out."

"reason?"

"The worst result is that my body can't break free from the domain suppression brought by the boundless space, but my instinct will definitely manipulate the eyes to ignite all the materials, and I will definitely make everything to the end."

"Do you want me to trust your instinct of one-sidedness and gamble on this already slim success?"

"Yes."

"—Ha, it's not impossible."

"Thank you! Don't worry, Mr. Wujo, my luck may not be particularly good, but I have never lost when I bet on my life."

"Okay! Let me reiterate for the last time, from the opening of the field to the end, you only have 0.2 seconds. You must find a way to control your body in this 0.2 seconds and hit me."

"clear!"】

0.2 seconds, half a year's worth of information.

Huge and useless information was quickly used by me, and the 0.2 second period became extremely long.

The black and red kaleidoscope is spinning at a high speed, trying to resist——unable to resist—trying to avoid—starting to deal with—

No, can't dodge, can't handle, information overload, redundant, rubbish, useless...

Neurotransmitters are overloaded, like a circuit that is about to short-circuit and screams before breaking.

However, the so-called human beings, the so-called heroes, do what they know they can't do. Even if the consciousness has been lost, the body can still rely on instinct to move forward.

——Again, my half body is Yan Rong!

His last master - a monk named Musashibo Benkei, the legend of "rebirth" has been sung and praised to this day. Even after he died, he did not fall down. He was just an ordinary human being. The physique, the blessings of the gods do not have the ordinary fighters...

That being the case, as the next owner, the me who has the name of a thousand hands, and the me who has inherited the body of a fairy, I should not be inferior!

"I" should be dead, but "I" can still fight.

It's just flesh/body, it's just "dead", how could it stop here!

——Blood boiled, blood vessels ruptured, and blood oozed out.

Stimulated by this strong emotion, the incomplete kaleidoscope finally began to transform into a complete body. The three hook jades extended outward, thickened, and curved...

It should look like a shuriken, the space-time medium that accompanied me through the first two worlds, but it’s not quite the same, the head is curved, protruding, and stretched out like a yin and yang fish tail.

These should be a pair of eyes containing the power of time and space.

Overwhelmed by the burden, the small blood vessels around the eyeballs burst, and blood gushed out of the eye sockets, but at this moment, I learned how to use illusion without a teacher.

——A self-deceiving illusion that can only work on oneself.

The puppeteer began to try to manipulate the puppet called himself jerky.

There seems to be an electric current passing through the crack across the heart, and another regular atrial depolarization begins. Starting from the sinoatrial node, the right atrium—the left atrium—

At the same time, a healthy and complete P wave appeared in the moving and growing electrocardiogram in the mixed field of vision.

"呲-"

In no more than 0.11 seconds, the atria complete depolarization.

"Give me - move -!!"

Independent of space, the unfavored light appeared.

Not just strands and strands, but large swathes, which is the rush of help from the world.

The world called "Spell Return Battle" follows these eyes that have met once.

He came to pick up his child and go home.

The "children" loved by the world are wrapped in love and longing, golden, dazzling, like sunshine.

So the flame on the big naginata approaching him was also endowed with this unique golden color.

It is neither hatred nor fighting spirit, neither hostility nor killing intent.

Shooting purely out of love and longing——

Golden bow and golden arrows.

"Five Satoru—"

The man showed a bold and fearless smile: "Come on!"

"The last Fuwetai must do his best, pour everything he has done so far on his toes..."

In my blurred vision, he stood upright on the spot, the ice layer shattered into ice flowers under his feet, one forward, counterclockwise, high and far... Axel jumped around.

It's a waltz on ice, not ballet.

This should be the unique gratitude that belongs to Gojo Satoru.

At 0.2 seconds, I controlled the golden bowstring to meet the golden arrow falling from the sky.

"It's coming! Even if death separates the two (Brynhild Romantia), the catapult deploys—!"

"Spear of Athena, destroy the closed barrier...!"

tearing time...

"Virgin Laser——"

"Paldion!!"

Glass, or something similar to porcelain, shattered crisply, and cracks appeared in the corner of the invisible sky.

When flying from the frozen lake to the sky, Gojo Satoru showed a smile that only he could see.

He has never mentioned it, and no one has revealed it. Even the bow that he cooperates with is kept secret. The end of this journey is not where he came from. On October 2018, 10, on the streets of Shibuya.

It was when it all started, about five months ago, in June 2018, at Sawasugi Third High School in Miyagi Prefecture.

"Anyway, I've done everything, so it's better to do it thoroughly." Wujo Satoru thought nonchalantly as he looked at his body that had collapsed under the pressure of time and space and was quickly healed by the reversal technique.

As for bearing the price, he is the only one who knows enough.

This level of pressure and the exhaustion of this body should be able to last him until he has finished dealing with the stalls. As for the next finishing touches, let him leave it to his original self.

"After all, 'I' and I are the strongest."

That kind of future shouldn't exist, hey, it's better to destroy it all.

Across life and death, ignoring all pain, bearing a twisted curse, being dragged by endless thoughts, killing a future that shouldn't exist, and going on a deviant trip.

Inappropriately, he thought of the person he first met and laughed and said: "Mr. Wujo, always young, always absurd. '

"—quite apt."

Sorry, the contract may not be completed.

Maybe, in the future, it may also be handed over to...

"You-dre-dream-!!!"

Raising his throat, an exasperated voice chased after him from behind. No matter how shocked he was, Gojo Satoru had no choice but to turn his head to look simply because he mobilized all his strength to resist the high-intensity external pressure.

He saw the body turned into a spear, with a face like a ghost roaring at him and chasing after him——

"Thousand hands?!" Wutiao was shocked: "No, wait, how did you get here?"

"Oh, what a joke!" I felt that I was only one step away from the air explosion, and now I don't want to use the honorifics on this person: "Your trick is left over from my play!"

It takes two people to work together to break through the barrier for the first time, but it is much easier to do it again when someone has already opened the way, but it is just turning myself into a spear/gun that is projected away. I am not the first to do this kind of work times dry.

Whether you think of yourself as a spear/gun, or want to change the past by yourself, even if you are under the pressure of the world, you have to make some changes, these——

I grabbed him by the hind legs... was he really grabbed by me?Forget it, let's swear at others first, and then we'll talk when we feel comfortable!

So I gave up thinking about this complicated question, grinned, murderous, and said again: "It's all! Me! Play the rest!"

"Wait, calm down, pants, pants are going to be ripped off—"

"Listen to your nonsense, you pretend that I don't know that this dress is actually specially made? You—" I took a deep breath and reminded myself to calm down: "Are you pretending that I don't know the ending of Meltryllis, Gojo Satoru?"

As early as when I beat this person out, I realized something was wrong, it was too familiar.

Isn't that crazy energy of throwing everything at one's eggs and forgetting oneself completely before I wanted to make big things happen?

After failing to calm down and taking a breath of cold air, I gave up on expression management.

"If you persuade me, you can avoid it. There is no turning back when you open the bow." I didn't raise my head, and kept babbling, "I kept Yanrong in this pill, oh, it's my knife, because my mood fluctuates too much and I add it." The turmoil in the world directly woke him up from his deep sleep."

As I said that, the veins on my forehead twitched violently, and I couldn't even press it down.

"The plan excludes what shouldn't be said, and I also handed it over to Akita. It happened that a big hole was punched in that space. It's no problem to leave the space to the professional Fusangshen. Yanrong's combat power is considerable. In the short term The retrograde army can be handed over to him. I left a message before leaving. The troops are temporarily divided into two groups. We will quickly settle your matter and go back to support—you can teleport, right? I left the coordinates over there .”

"That……"

I interrupted mercilessly: "Just say whether you will."

"...yes, but, seriously," he pointed at the item of clothing I was grabbing, "my belt fell apart, so if you don't grab my pants in a different place, it's really going to fall off, and I don't mind— —”

"..." I really mind!

"Wait a minute." I made a firm face on the surface, and nodded calmly. At the critical moment, there is no teacher, no knot, and Yin Mudun. The vines emerged from my hands, entangled, and expanded the contact surface, tightening, "Okay gone."

After a lot of work, as an apology, I even took over the oppression of the world from him very smoothly. After all, journeymen...

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wow, it's so heavy, the world is so cruel to its own treasures?It is not inferior to the ones I met in Taisho, so—heavy—

Just when the eyes of the ground turned black, my eyes hurt, and I suddenly received a signal.

'……who? 'This familiar unreasonable, I have a bold guess.

[Come to trade, I will give you a chance, if you succeed, you can change in the past, keep it in the present, and you can adapt to the change in the future. 】

I was taken aback.

The anger that had been accumulated with nowhere to vent began to leak out under heavy pressure and unexpected progress.

That is to say, after going through this journey, the current vacancy is reserved for Mr. Gojo, and the future that belongs to him will not disappear, and it will even be reasonably deduced with the changed past... What do you mean?

——Great thing!

This level of concession and change, the world can do it.

It's really you!

So why did you find me?What can I do?So confident that I can promise?You know, I still remember the last time I forcibly pulled my revenge——

Then I: 'What's the price? '

Although...but...he really gave too much.

One side of the trading balance is too heavy, I made up my mind, as long as it is not too outrageous, I have to grit my teeth to deal with it.

The big deal is to discuss it with the strongest Gojo Satoru at that time, and you are not fighting alone...

[Resistance, doubled. 】

My heart that was about to move suddenly stopped moving.

Doubled.

As expected of the world, the price to pay is really a bit high.

Double the gravity is already like this, if it is doubled, how long can I support it?

Or, give Wujo Wu a little bit?

I looked up subconsciously, while secretly thinking about the feasibility of this idea.

Wujo Satoru, who was being pulled by me, looked at me with some awareness, and his searching eyes fell on my eyes.

--what have you done.

It's amazing, it's a rare time that I successfully read the emoji in reverse.

I saw my own eyes from those pupils of the sky.

Oh, it really looks like a kaleidoscope as imagined.

I bent my eyebrows and smiled happily.

- Nothing.

'That's all? ' I silently confirmed to the world.

[That's all. ] The world said so.

"Okay," I silently adjusted the force on the muscles and bones, squeezed my lungs and let out a breath: "It's a deal, don't split it evenly, give it all to me." '

Based on my more accurate induction, I have to get used to the consumption of the six eyes, the non-stop reversal of the spell, and in the future I have to face the constant rejection of two identical people in the same world. If we add world-level oppression, I wondered if the person in front of me would not fall if he landed.

So let me do it.

【make a deal. 】

So the pressure suddenly doubled.

"What happened just now," Gojo Satoru, who stood before the storm and kept cutting through layers of barriers with his flesh and blood as arrows, blinked the blood on his eyelashes, and stated firmly, "The actual situation is not optimistic." the world?"

"Yeah." I moved my fingers and found that this movement was a little difficult, but it's okay, I believe in my adaptability: "I made a deal that made a lot of money."

He let me drag him, maybe he knew, or maybe he didn't know about this world's deal, he just silently watched me adjust my anti-pressure posture repeatedly, and said in a negotiating tone, "Split me?"

Okay, it looks like I know it.

"Wan, talk." I increased the strength in my hand, "Just save your world, and let me, a skilled worker, do the rest. Isn't it world-class pressure? I haven't endured it before." Ugh..."

No, I bit my tongue too soon.

Gojo Satoru, who talks too much, will be very difficult to appear very quiet. Of course, it may be because it consumes too much to break through the space barrier with the body as a sword. No lower limit may be able to block physical damage, but the distance between space In , more damage can be achieved without distance.

As a result, I could see with the naked eye that the person's body was continuously bursting with blood, and the muscles and bones were shattered into powder for no reason, and the next moment they were restored to their original state under the effect of the reversal technique, and so on.

And I, thanks to the protection of the original world on my body, and... these eyes, which are closely related to time and space, are behind him, so the damage I suffered was very slight.

So, in this situation, what I can do is to take over his burden?

"Let's just say it first... I don't have any other purpose. Whoever made the contract is two people together. If you break the contract, I can't afford to go around." I tried to adapt to the double pressure, "That's it, Leave the pressure of the world to me, and you do what you want—speed!"

"Too, cough, to sum it up," I skillfully calmed down the breath that I was accidentally caught again, "I have relieved the pressure, and I know all about your plan. If you want to change the past, erase the present, and destroy the future—— I have been an accomplice to this crime of overturning the world since the beginning of the Palladian Project."

Don't you want to kick me down!

"Accomplice?" The person whose head was covered by my words chewed on these two words, with a very...unpredictable expression on his mad and crazy face, "Even if you are wrapped in the love of the world... and gifts, do you also want to be an enemy of the world?"

"For the enemy?" I didn't care about his "also", I just laughed out loud.

Of course, as expected, I choked again.

"Ahem cough cough... about this, I probably haven't told you about it, what was my occupation before everything started?"

"Tell me?"

In the chaotic and disorderly void, the heavy pressure coming from layer to layer, and the ubiquitous storm, the pupil of the sky has a light that resembles an infinite space.

The owner of the eyes tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening attentively.

Not long ago, I also took a note of infinite space, forcibly suppressing the sequelae, my body was faster than my brain, and I subconsciously avoided looking at each other.

I don't really want to recall the feeling that my brain was almost burned.

I turned to look at the surging space storm and the constantly knocked-off space layer, and said casually, "I'm a doctor. Ever since I stepped into this industry, have I not been an enemy of the world?"

Rescue the dying, heal the wounded, regain lives, reverse the dead end...

"I do what I have a clear conscience. As for praise or abuse, love or hate, what does that have to do with me?"

At the end of the advance, white light came out, and the feeling of tearing and oppression on my body became more and more intense. I frowned, and in order to prevent being thrown out, I increased the strength of my grasp.

In the continuously opened kaleidoscope field of view, a translucent clock gradually solidified, and then, at a certain moment, the direction was reversed and the counterclockwise rotation started.

The second sound of glass or porcelain shattering rang clearly in my ears.

"It's just a fight with the sky."

Finally, at the end of the ever-fragmenting space, time was torn apart.