Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

I squatted in the woods near my residence for a few days, and finally put together the outline of the Kalachakra that was blown into a pile of pieces.It would be impossible to complete it. Comparing the hand-painted patterns on the record, I found that most of the missing parts were some words, which should be some kind of spells, but since I have never practiced human esoteric methods, I cannot Restore the original appearance of those spells.

Tired of fighting, I sat on the tree in a daze, in short, I just didn't want to go back.

I don't know what kind of mood is at work.But as long as I think about the last hope of the girl named Bai Ji, and everything about her is so easily forgotten, I can't help but feel sad.

Her memory is like her life, falling into the long river of time lightly like a piece of white feather, without end.

I am a god, and should not be imprisoned by human emotions, but what makes me a complete god is the strong wish of my witch.My heart, my soul, and my precious things are all related to that distant agreement.Maybe it's because I can't tell the difference between "I" and "her" for a long time, so I naturally regard her life as my life, and myself as the continuation of her life and belief.

You have to replace me and guard by his side.she says.

Please find him, no matter how long it has been, no matter what he has become.she says.

But, Bai, I really can't find the kid I met on the streets of Edo Castle back then.

The child with a beautiful aura like a white rainbow, the child who clearly said "we will meet in the future" but never returned.

He remembers every believer who was "redeemed" by him, but he only forgot you. No wonder, you are not his believer, but just a passer-by in his life. Only six short days.

200 years, and six days.

It sounds like a ridiculous comparison.

It was reasonable for him to discard that memory.

However, that human girl still had unrealistic fantasies in her heart, fantasizing that one day, she could still hear him call "Miss Bai Ji".

The stars have changed, times have changed, and even the Arakawa Shrine has been turned into ruins, but if there is still one person in the world who remembers that name and remembers that the little witch Shirahime once existed, I hope it is him.

However, just like this Kalachakra, what is broken cannot be reproduced, and what is lost cannot be returned.

The world has long since lost the little God Son of the Bliss Sect, only the Winding Two in hell.

The world has long since lost the shrine maiden Shirahime of Arakawa Shrine, only a fallen angel in a state of distress.

But fate made us meet again. Why?

If it wasn't for Bai Ji's nostalgia, why would I have endured 200 years of burning flames and even the pain of disintegrating weapons in the Realm of Karmic Fire?

If it wasn't for Bai Ji's wish, why am I here and now, helping him destroy the ghost killing team, helping him deal with Wu Mi, and wholeheartedly wanting to take him out of this endless hell?

Who am I, with my identity and will, to follow and guard that ghost named Tong Mo all the way?

I tried my best to avoid this problem, but it was only because I thought I was always sober and knew from beginning to end that I couldn't get anything from a ghost that lacked emotions, so I always insisted on calling myself a "friend".

After this incident, I am even more convinced that since even the antecedents no longer exist, one day, like Bai Ji, I will be easily discarded by him without leaving any trace in his heart.

But why, why...

Why does the heart hurt?

Why do hands shake?

Why can't the tears stop?

Knowing that hell is a place of despair, why do you allow tiny hopes to take root in your heart?

Is this the legendary karma present?After 200 years of sinking into incompatibility, am I finally going to get my retribution?

Facts have proved that people really can't be upset, it's easy to be upset... some passers-by suffer.

I felt that grass was growing on my head, so I planned to go to the Ghost Killing Squad station to search for other Japanese knives to see if the metal on them could be used to repair the time wheel. He was attracted by the strong smell of blood in the air.

I have been in hell for so many years and have witnessed countless horrific situations. I have never seen such a scene before me. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Groups of ghosts of different shapes entangled each other, using claws, teeth, and limbs that have been mutated beyond recognition to tear each other's throats, gnaw each other's bodies, and smash each other's souls.They were woven into a thick, rotting blanket, like some strange swamp plant, spreading across the forest before me, under the blood-red sky.

Hundreds of fluorescent green undead surged under their bodies like thick swamp water, devouring their spirit bodies, sucking their overflowing anger and resentment, and the teeth-stinging chewing sound filled the air. Beyond the range that can be perceived, these unintelligent monsters are eating Zhenghuan.

The Necromancer finally revealed its true colors.Compared with this real and tragic scene, the hell described in all religious classics is as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Survival instinct allowed me to step back with the lightest steps, and hide all my aura by the way, but the next moment, I heard the sound of metal impacting in the forest not far away.

There are still people alive.They must be told to stop this meaningless fight, otherwise it will only attract more dead spirits, and everyone will die together without a place to die.

I gritted my teeth and quietly walked past the edge of this "swamp" and sneaked into the forest.

Laughing and shouting could be heard from a long distance away. It was the hoarse and irritable voice of a young man:

"Just because of you trash, you still want my life? Let me die!"

"Yue Yue! You are too arrogant! This is not the Ghost Killing Squad, what kind of swordsman are you pretending to be in front of us?" A sharp voice sneered, "Ah, I forgot, you traitor, you have long been Did you get kicked out of the Ghost Killing Team? Where's your trainer? I'm afraid he's already been cut into his belly?"

"It's so pitiful, you just turned into a ghost and died, right? Are you a human or a ghost? This look is really a joke... Ahhhhhh!"

The young man named Yue Yue held a large knife with a gap in it that he didn't know where to pick up, and stabbed it into the mouth of the talking ghost with incomparable precision, and pulled it horizontally, causing half of the ghost's head to fall off. .Immediately afterwards, he stabbed into the ghost's still dancing body with a knife, and split the spirit body longitudinally. The spirit body finally scattered into pieces, and the undead sprang out from the ground, flying in the air chasing the spewing ghosts. A colorless liquid.

"Death to me!"

He cut off the head of another attacking ghost with a single knife, and his face was full of madness.

The opponent finally got a little scared, and shouted "This kid is crazy!", "You wait, we won't let you go!" and fled into the woods in all directions.

"Hahaha, don't run away! I haven't killed enough yet!"

The young man's whole body was covered with sticky liquid, who didn't know whether it was blood or something. He wiped his face and spat hard.Turning around, he saw that the headless ghost was still swaying in place, and immediately rushed to make up the knife.

Knife after knife, completely ignoring a large number of dead spirits starting to gather in his direction, he cursed and poked desperately at the shapeless thing on the ground.

"You trash, trash, trash...I'm different from you! Different!"

I touched his back with the scabbard.

"Children, enough is enough, let's go."

I have to say that the kid's reaction was really fast, before the scabbard touched the second time, he turned around and slashed over.I jumped a few steps to see him with his head down, rushing towards me like a crazy wild dog.

The second type, the soul of rice.

The speed is good, however, the gait is unsteady.

I jumped up on the spot, blocked his first few knives, and slashed at his legs.He reacted quickly, but his breathing was messed up.

"You're going to lose your mind, kid." I happened to be in a bad mood, so I pointed my knife at him, "If you make trouble again, I'll really beat you up."

"What the hell are you?! Dead woman! Go to hell!"

He swung the broken knife horizontally, and the sword qi unexpectedly sparked like an explosion, rushing towards me in a few steps.

I swung my knife to keep up with his speed, and finally slashed across his waist.

"This move is good, but you are too slow. Zao Yun's knife is heavier than yours, and the speed of swinging the knife is much faster than yours."

He swayed in place, using the broken knife to support his body.

"Does it hurt? The spirit body will also feel pain here, because hell originally exists to punish sinners and make them suffer." I said coldly, "but this level will not cause death, it can only attract dead spirits. Eat you up. Have you had enough trouble now?"

"I...will not let you go." He stared at me stubbornly.Annoyed by the stares, I stepped forward and stabbed his wound with a scabbard, and he immediately turned into a shrimp.

"Does it hurt?" I said blankly.

"Are you... are you sick?"

I drew another scabbard on his leg, and he knelt down grinning.

"Does it hurt?"

"You wait...I'm..."

The bones are still quite hard.I began to miss the lovely Xie Hua brothers and sisters again. Compared with this group of ghosts now, how gentle and sensible they are.

Just as I was about to beat this kid to a half-mutilation, a long-lost, burnt smell wafted over with the wind.

Immediately my scalp felt tingly.

I haven't seen it for a long time, and I even forgot that there is such a thing here.

A monster called "Blaze" that burns karmic fire all over its body.

It should be attracted by the blood and resentment here, such a strong breath shows that this end is already very close.

I grabbed the collar of the boy named Huang Yue, and he was struggling desperately, cursing at the same time:

"You fucking dare to hit me again? Believe it or not, I..."

His voice was not low, and before he finished speaking, I felt that Balrog was approaching at full speed.

It's over, it really shouldn't be hot at any time.

I took a deep breath and tried my best to push the unscrupulous kid aside.Holding the knife in both hands, the mighty water crashed into the huge Karmic Fire Beast head-on.

The Balrog let out a low growl, turned around and rushed towards me.

"Mosasaurus Snake Tooth Slash!"

The cyan-blue knife light intertwined with the bright snake-toothed blade instantly tore apart the front half of the monster, but the regeneration speed of this one was very fast, and the flames swept around. The monster turned its crippled head and swung its claws. to me.

I waved my hand to block the flames with a wall of water, but was bounced away by the huge impact force.All the woodland around me started to catch fire, because of the power of water to protect me, these flames couldn't hurt me, but if it drags on for a long time...

I looked at the boy who was stupidly standing there, and couldn't help but sneer.

It deserves it, I finally know how to be afraid.

You have to go above it and destroy the core directly.But this one is larger than usual, can the location of the core be determined at once?

If not, it means a huge risk.

Ah, how did Tongmo do it last time?It seems to be directly nailed to it with icicles?

After only a moment of hesitation, a deafening roar came from my ears. Before I had time to think about it, I swung the knife again.

This time it was a hind leg, but it regenerated immediately, and the monster became even more angry, and opened its mouth to spit out scorching flames.

If not, just...

Just as I was still debating whether to summon "Zoujiao", I suddenly heard a deep voice sounding from somewhere.

"...One Shape·Dark Moon·Night Palace."

Suddenly, a dazzling silver light penetrated the darkness.

I only saw countless crescent-shaped sword qi breaking a path in the flames in front of me, chopping the Balrog's body into dozens of pieces with incredible strength.The karmic fire swirled in the darkness like scattered fireworks, and through the karmic fire was the tall and proud figure of the purple-clothed warrior.

He had sheathed his sword, and I didn't even see him draw it.

That was a beautiful slash, and just one slash had such astonishing power.

The Lonely Moon of Eternal Night lives up to the prestige of the first string.

Witnessing such a pinnacle of sword skills with my own eyes, I instantly forgot all hesitation and entanglement.

"Master Hei Si Mou!" I knelt down on one knee, "Thank you for your rescue!"

The six red-gold ghost pupils glanced in my direction, and the ghost swordsman remained silent as always, walking steadily towards the forest ahead.

"Master Hei Si Mou! Please don't go to the forest over there! There are a lot of dead spirits in it!"

I stood up and chased him, only to see him stop at the edge of the forest, probably seeing the real scene of hell.

Seemingly aware of the danger, the swamp-like undead hissed and began to rise into the air, making an attacking gesture.Ghost Swordsman still had no expression on his face, and the next moment, I saw him holding the handle of the knife.

This time I saw clearly the moment the astonishingly long ghost knife was unsheathed, but the ferocious blade covered with eyes could sway the cold and solemn sword energy like moonlight. The highest level a swordsman can achieve.

Countless silvery semi-circular moon blades swept towards those undead like a storm, and in an instant, no matter whether they were undead or the ghosts devoured by the undead, they all disappeared in the scattered moonlight.

Seeing that he was still silent, I lowered my head in shame and bowed deeply.

"I'm so sorry for letting you see such a filthy sight."

Master Hei Si Mou turned around and stared at me, he was even a little taller than Tong Mo, that condescending sense of oppression made me a little nervous every time.

"It's like this on the battlefield..." He said in a deep voice, no emotion could be heard in his voice.

Ah, I actually forgot that he was a samurai during the Warring States period. He should be no stranger to this scene of corpses strewn all over the field.

"Because of that lord's order, the ghosts are killing each other. It's too cruel to suffer from this level of Shura even when they are already dead." I said softly, "If possible, please black death Sir Mou advises that lord not to commit this crime again."

Master Heishi Mou didn't answer, but said indifferently: "You...why are you here?"

"Back to Mr. Heishimou, I was also looking for something to pass by here, and I felt the blood, so I came to have a look." I said, "There is a child who can breathe with thunder...Eh? Yue Yue?"

Looking up, the boy was kneeling on the ground upright, with his five bodies on the ground, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

"Master Black Death Mou..."

It's not the crazy look that scolded me just now, his voice was trembling, "I'm Yue Yue, you...do you remember me?"

I was stunned. Is my deterrent so bad?Obviously, I couldn't even get him up after beating him up!

Is it because I am a woman?It's so unreasonable!

Master Heishi Mou looked at the boy indifferently, and said slowly:

"The swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Squad...wasted...the blood I gave you."

"I'm very sorry! It's me... I underestimated the enemy!" Yue Yue lowered his head, and his voice trembled even more, "I'm not reconciled...My lord! I'm really not reconciled! I want to become stronger! Please...please...can you let me practice with you?"

Eh?Is that all right?

Master Heishi Mou walked over without looking at him.

"Please...I'm not reconciled..." The young man murmured while lying on the ground.

I couldn't stand it, so I mustered up the courage to walk up to the first one and kneel down.

"Master Hei Si Mou, I know this request is very unreasonable. But I also want to learn the sword that you just broke the Balrog. Take a closer look at your sword swinging posture, because that is the most beautiful sword skill I have ever seen. I only learn the shape of that sword, so I won’t cause you any other trouble, okay? "

Ah, thanks to a certain ghost, my face is thick enough.

As far as my poor sword skills are concerned, I am ashamed to ask this swordsman to teach me, what am I thinking...

I only heard the deep and slow voice of Mr. Heishi Mou from above my head:

"We are all losers. The breath of the moon...has been lost, I...have nothing...to teach you."

"How can you say you are a loser? Your sword skills are so perfect!" I said in puzzlement, "Such a beautiful slash is unforgettable for a lifetime, if no one can remember it, what a shame!" What a pity! Ah, I see, is it because... I am a woman?"

It is also reasonable, the sword skills of the samurai family are almost impossible to pass on to the girl. I only heard that a strange woman like Mrs. Nohime, Mrs. Nobunaga’s wife, was married with a dagger in her arms. Fight side by side, live and die together.

"It has nothing to do with that."

The voice of Master Hei Si Mou was full of solemnity and majesty.

"If you insist on learning...come to me...if you can find me."

I raised my head abruptly, facing the chilling eyes of the six-eyed swordsman.He still just glanced at me, then walked forward without saying a word.

"Thank you, Master Hei Si Mou! Then I will find you some other day!"

I fell deeply on the ground, unable to restrain the excitement in my heart.

After rolling in hell for 200 years, all he practiced was killing skills. He never thought that he could be guided by a real swordsman. Sure enough, going to hell is not a bad thing!

I got up, patted the ashes off my clothes, and turned my head to see that young man named Yan Yue lying stiffly on the ground.

"Child, come with me, didn't you hear that Master Heishi Mou agrees?"

"what?"

Yan Yue frowned and looked at me: "Sir, he obviously ignored me, okay? You woman..."

"Are you stupid? He didn't say he wouldn't let you go!" I spread my hands, "It's such a good opportunity, if you don't go, I'll go by myself!"

"Of course I went! Ouch!"

I saw him covering his waist, baring his teeth and grinning, he suddenly lost his breath, and took out a golden fruit from his bag and gave it to him.

"Let's eat this for you. If you can eat human spirits, you should be fine too. The scratches will recover soon. I hit you because if you continue to kill, you will summon the dead spirits just now. Don't mind if there are a few that you won't have enough for them to chew on."

He took the fruit with a frown and snorted, "How do I know you didn't poison it?"

I had to express my admiration: "How did your brain grow? Do I need to poison you if I want to kill you?"

He might also be a little embarrassed, snorted and ignored me.

"Where did you pick up the broken knife, and it can be used to cut people?" I looked at his chipped knife and curled my lips, "This knife is almost gone, thanks to you, it can still be used."

After eating the fruit, he squinted at me: "What's wrong? Are you in control?"

"Why do you always speak with pricks, kid?" I wondered, "Didn't your parents teach you basic manners?"

"I'm an orphan with no parents," he said bluntly.

"No wonder you always look unhappy." I smiled, "Forget it, I'll find you a usable knife first."

Based on my memory, I searched for a long time in the unrecognizable old battlefield before I found the kekrik half buried in the dust.Caressing the black scabbard and the moiré on the band, I carefully washed off the dust on it with a handful of clean water.

A boy named Huang Yue stood beside me, his thick eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

"What's going on? Is this... Sun Wheel Knife?"

"Yes, it's a knife from a friend of mine." I slowly pulled out the knife. The electric blue light on the broad knife was no longer there, but it was still shining coldly.

"Its owner is gone, so it's too pitiful to just bury it here." I said, "Why don't you just use it, anyway, Zaoyun uses Thunder's Breath, I think you also use Thunder's Breath .”

"Ah? Do you have common sense?" Yan Yue sarcastically said, "I'm a ghost, you want me to hold the Sun Wheel Knife?"

"What's the problem? You're already dead." I said in amazement, "Could it be hot?"

"I'm convinced you woman! The sun wheel knife is used to kill ghosts!" The young man shouted angrily, "I was beheaded by that little trash's sun wheel knife, you let me use the sun wheel knife to kill ghosts!" Wheel Knife?!"

"Which of you ghosts didn't have their heads cut off by the sun wheel knife? They are all dead, why are there so many things?" I was a little impatient. The knife will definitely break after you use it twice, do you plan to ask Mr. Heishi Mou to give you his knife by then?"

This really frightened him.As if looking at a poisonous snake, the boy reached out and quickly touched Zao Yun's knife.

There was no reaction, he looked at his hand in shock, then at the knife, and repeated in his mouth: "How is it possible... How is this possible..."

"Hell is a world of ideas. The owner of this knife is a gentle person. When he left, he had no killing intent or resentment. The knife itself is the carrier of the owner's ideas. Without the owner, the knife will not have the killing intent towards ghosts." , even if it is a sun wheel knife." I patiently explained, "It doesn't matter whether it is a human being or a ghost, it is the same in hell. Souls with resentment can only become food for the undead here. On the contrary, If you let go of your resentment, you will be able to reincarnate as a human again."

"I don't want to be a fucking human, that kind of trash... I will become stronger sooner or later, and go back to clean up that damn little trash..."

As he said so, he held the knife tightly in his hand.

Heihachiro, you shouldn't blame me, I gave your sword to a boy who turned into a ghost.

But it doesn't matter if you blame me, if you meet again in the next life, you can scold me severely again.

"The knife itself is very heavy. I guess you will have to get used to it for a while before you can use it, so don't throw away that broken knife of yours. If Mr. Heishimou wants to watch you swing the knife, you will be ashamed if you can't do it well."

I took Yan Yue back, and he held the knife in disdain and sneered: "How many years have I been learning the knife, and it's your turn to teach me a lesson?"

"You've been in the ghost killing team? Why did you become a ghost?"

"Of course it's because Master Hei Si Mou appreciates my talent!"

"You already know each other?"

"I met him when I was on a mission... Wait, what does this have to do with you?"

I didn't see that the old man appreciated your talent... I thought silently.