Something is wrong with Miss Yukinoshita

He said, smiling.

"The leader of the third team under the Japanese Special Defense Agency, the human code name is Zang Qingzhi, he did it."

"Hey!" The middle-aged man was taken aback, "How can you insult someone's innocence out of thin air!"

"Just kidding, liven up the atmosphere, don't take it seriously."

The obviously too cold and uninteresting jokes made the atmosphere weird. People complained miscellaneously, and even the tense atmosphere was diluted a lot.

"So, the following is what I really want to tell you."

Mochizuki paused, waiting for the voice to fade away.

"I don't want to die."

So everyone fell silent.

"I'm ten years old, and I haven't lived enough."

"I haven't experienced most of the good things in this world. I haven't experienced enough touching, enough warmth, I haven't eaten enough food, I haven't been in love. Even if I was lucky enough to meet you, I haven't even had time to be with you You guys get along well."

He pointed to the direction behind him, even though there were not many people in sight.

"Behind us is Cairo, and the kids there, they're just like me."

"I don't want to die, just as I don't want them to go down the same path as me."

"I hope they can experience everything they can experience, whether it is happiness or pain, as long as they are alive, they will have everything."

"I'm sorry, I said something willful. I appreciate everyone's listening and tolerance. Kaoru Mochizuki will stand with you. Age will not be an obstacle to my swinging a knife. Fear and hesitation are."

He unloaded the demon sword from behind which was too narrow for a child, held it up high, and a bewitching black energy rose from the blade.

"Now--"

said the child.

"Let us take back the glory that belongs to mankind."

Group doctor 6 bar 17 [-] seven one slip

Volume 23: Chapter 23 Chapter [-] Memories

The first to respond to the child's words was a paper talisman soaring into the sky.

Zang Qingzhi pinched the complicated handprints, and more and more paper symbols floated into the sky.They pull wind currents, build black clouds, draw faint lines, and the faint thunder echoes in the center of the battlefield.

"Everyone, I am a member of the Jiuxia-Japan Joint Command, and my human code name is Zang Qingzhi."

The black clouds are getting thicker and thicker.

"I don't really want to talk nonsense. Even children have gone to the battlefield. What reason do we adults have to hold back?"

"It's a pleasure to work with you today!"

"If you survive, come to Japan and I'll buy you beer!"

Then, the turbulent thunder fell on the black sky.

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The gap is too big.

As the god in charge of funerals, Anubis's army is composed of the dead with a reasonable mix of military types-according to the customs of ancient Egypt, they have already taken out their internal organs, sealed their five sense organs, and their bodies wrapped in linen bandages have been polished by the long river of time. The bottom is as hard as iron, and there are almost no weaknesses that belong to humans.

And standing in front of the army formation was the black jackal.

Zang Qingzhi pinched his hands, and various forms of energy rushed towards the array of undead. The high temperature and low temperature brought flames and frost, and the flood from the void swept through the vortex.

With little success.

Anubis raised his scepter.

So the anomaly disappeared, and it was as if nothing had happened.The dark clouds dissipated, and a warm breeze blew over the brutal battlefield. Bits of water stains were slowly evaporating in the sun, and the scorched marks from lightning spread to the front of the army formation without any further progress.

What followed was the full-scale actions of the human side.

They understood that standing before them was a god, a walking disaster, and that any reservation was pointless.Bows and arrows, spells, energy, or violent or treacherous attacks were all stopped by the scepter, and the jackal remained silent, just like his silent army, advancing slowly but extremely firmly.

"With your level, Mr. Qingming can't beat you to death?"

"The teacher won't, he will push me down from Santuchuan at most."

After complaining to each other, Mochizuki Kaoru's expression was not as relaxed as his words.He subconsciously clenched the handle of the knife in his hand, and the heavy weight of Miaofa Qianzi Village gave him a very reassuring feeling.

"It's none of your business here."

Zang Qingzhi was stunned, and a loudspeaker was stuffed in his hand—it was the one the child used to shout.

"Stand where you are, and cheer me up."

Turning his wrist and carrying the back of the knife on his shoulder, the child said with a smile.

"what--"

The middle-aged man also smiled, then stretched out his hand, and punched the comrade who was not taller than his chest.

"Fuck off, do you still want to dance cheerleading in a skirt?"

"Precise play."

The black mist wrapped around the knife body, Mochizuki Xun turned around, and faced the death-declaring figure not far away.

"When drawing a bow, be strong; when using an arrow, be long."

Twist your steps, making deep depressions under your feet.

"Shoot people first, shoot horses—"

【collapse--! 】

Piercing the air, a long air wave was pulled out behind him. The next moment, a young figure appeared above the jackal's head. He raised the demon knife and slashed down——

"Catch the thief, the king first!"

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The battle was at a stalemate.

Humans armed with close-range military equipment have rushed into the army formation. Without the restraint of Anubis, the "Mage" and "Archer" will vent their suppressed anger and fear on the seemingly endless monster among.But they seem to keep flowing, attrition as if they hadn't been mowed at all.

Humans, however, are dying—killed, to die.

There have already been casualties, and at the beginning it was just a few scattered people. They were shot in the limbs or torso by back arrows, and were cut with large and small wounds by knives and axes. Some people withdrew back, and some people drowned in the In the vast sea of ​​corpses, the defeat has not yet come, and it is only a matter of time.

[Boring——! 】

Metal and metal collided and separated again. Mochizuki spun in mid-air, followed the swinging saber movement, and slashed, splashing out a piercing saber intent like a water curtain.

The knife intent was torn apart, from the middle.

What appeared in Jackal's hand was also a knife. The blade was like a straight crescent moon, engraved with words and inlaid with jewels. It was as sharp as anything.

Kekhpash sickle knife.

- Pharaoh's sword.

The god raised the scimitar, and the gnarled arms swelled with power that did not belong to humans. He just swung it downwards, and he smashed out heavy wind pressure.

Under the influence of "scholars", the demon sword derived from the concept of "Muramasa" poured all the kendo that the swordsmen who used it took life into the brain and muscles of the child.Mochizuki dodged the slash, fine-tuned the momentum of the sword, and then attacked all the dead corners of the god of death with exquisite martial arts.

The sound of metal colliding with metal, the dull sound of feet stepping on the sand, and the sound of splitting the air, all echoed in this unapproachable battlefield.Humans and corpses were fighting, and they subconsciously avoided this most dangerous place, leaving enough room for children and gods, and the escaping knife energy cut everything that dared to approach into pieces.

However, the gap is too large.

Both the demon sword and the scimitar are not ordinary irons, but the god has a skill that is not weaker than the opponent, and the body that is strong beyond the specification becomes a boulder that overwhelms a camel.Every collision puts a huge load on the child's still-developing arms, and every dodge must be done with all its strength, just like a squirrel challenging a great ape. If you make a wrong move, you will only die.

Mochizuki Kaoru's arms were shaking.

The charge at the beginning consumed most of his physical strength, and he who wanted to rely on surprise to gain the upper hand realized that he had miscalculated.Those attacks that he couldn't dodge but had to parry made him extremely embarrassed, and small flaws and flaws began to appear in the exquisite offensive.

He knew that he was facing a god who hadn't even shown his full power, and those powers that hadn't been shown were more terrifying than just cutting human skin with a knife, but he had no choice.

Sweat soaked the dry sand, mixed with an inconspicuous color of blood.Large and small wounds have appeared on the body surface, fatigue has blurred vision, the child hastily took two steps back, and the violent heartbeat makes him urgently need to adjust.

Then, the scimitar suddenly came down.

Chopping on a female body that suddenly appeared.

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The boy struggled to sit up, he opened his eyes, his forehead and sideburns were already wet with sweat.Panting heavily, Mochizuki subconsciously looked up and looked around, and a familiar figure came into his sight.

"Son, you're awake."

It was an extremely soft female voice, which seemed to be able to soothe all fears.His pupils gradually adapted to the light, and a plump woman was sitting beside him.

She was wearing a traditional white dress from ancient Egypt, with simple but elegant gold ornaments, and a handsome black cat on her head.

"Ah... woke up."

The corner of his mouth curled into a happy arc.

"Jiushu regards, Ms. Bastet."

Volume 24: Chapter 24 Chapter [-] The God Who Sends Death

"I think it's probably the 'contradiction' of Jiu Xia's "Han Feizi"."

The sudden appearance of a lazy female voice made Yukinoshita quite frightened. She subconsciously ran far away, then turned around and put on an aikido defensive posture.

"Don't be nervous, kid."

A faint black mist outlines a walking black cat, and the bell on its neck rings crisply.It was still walking forward, so a thicker black mist wrapped its body, shaping it into a mature woman, but the head still retained the shape of a black cat.

The girl did not relax her vigilance, even though she saw with her own eyes that the other party seemed to be transformed from Meowfa.

"Dare to ask, are you?"

"You can call me 'Bastet'."

The woman said with a smile.

"During the Battle of Egypt six years ago, I forced Anubis and his army back at the cost of serious injuries, and then integrated into the demon sword and magic method Qianzi Muramasa, the black cat usually named Meowfa is sleeping me in state."

"Ancient Egyptian 'cat god' Bastet?"

"Oh, Xiao Xue Nai actually knows, it's really happy."

The woman smiled and squatted beside Mochizuki, lifting his forehead hair.

"Fortunately, it's just that the concept of 'sobriety' has been distorted, so it's not difficult to deal with."

Girls always feel that they want to ask too many questions.

"What the hell is going on..."

"It seems that Xiao Xun still hasn't told you a lot."

Bastet stood up, and the unknown image was twisted and pulled in her hands, condensing into two square pillows in the shape of Jiuxia.She placed one of them under Mochizuki Kaoru's head, and handed the other to Yukinoshita Yukino.

"Since it's a coincidence, let me tell you about it by the way."

"This is?"

She took the pillow and asked puzzledly.

"This is-"

Yukinoshita Yukino always felt that she saw a happy smile on that cat's face.

""The Story of the Pillow"."

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"Jiushu regards, Ms. Bastet."

The slight dizziness that is unique to waking up from sleep still remained in his head. He rubbed his temples vigorously, and then took a few deep breaths before he was completely relieved.

"Is the 'awake' flipped?"

"Yeah, it's not a big problem." Bast shook her head, seeming to be in a good mood: "You're pretty lucky."

"This is probably the luckiest time I've ever had." The young man nodded, agreeing: "Please, ma'am."