I don't want to be a heroic spirit

On the retracted arm, there was a mouth still chewing a severed arm, while the bespectacled woman was thinking only of Nura Rikuo, and her whole body twisted strangely at the thought.

"Come on, come on, Nura Rikuo... Your hand holding the blade tightly, your hot beating heart, your sharp and beautiful eyes... I really want to... I really want to swallow you whole Into my belly! I really want to become one with you soon!”

She imagined, she coveted, she fell into her own desires, she fell into her own fantasies.

Then...a voice suddenly interrupted her fantasy.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" In the intestines, the black evil power is spreading! "

544

Chapter 544: Were you... afraid of the poor monk just now?

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The black evil power is spreading endlessly!"

"Who! Who!"

Suddenly, malicious words rang in her ears, causing the bespectacled woman to shiver suddenly. A bone-chilling chill spread from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.

The arms covering her mouth swept around like whips, but the bespectacled woman's subconscious move had no effect.

Just because there was no one around her, there was only blood on the ground, broken limbs, and fragments of internal organs, like flowers of hell waiting to bloom.

illusion? No... the intense malice that made her feel chilled just now was not an illusion at all!

"Who is it! Who is pretending to be a ghost here?"

The twisted and strange demonic energy overflowed from the cracks in the skin, and the bespectacled girl's eyes almost popped out of her sockets. Her roar was as harsh as nails scraping against glass, "Nura Rikuo... is that you! Nura Lu Sheng! Can’t you hide? You’ve seen so many people die because of you, but you don’t even have the courage to show up?”

According to legend, a slippery ghost is a kind of monster that can enter and leave other people's homes without being discovered. It is even regarded as the owner of the home, as if it is normal for the other party to appear in the home.

Therefore, as the grandson of the Slippery Ghost, Rikuo Nura can control his own presence, and even if he stands in front of the enemy, he will not be noticed by the enemy... This is not a secret to Enshio and others who understand the existence of the Nura Group.

At this moment, the girl with glasses thought that the person who had just spoken was Nura Rikuo, and thought that Nura Rikuo was hiding nearby, but he just used the ability of the slippery ghost to hide himself.

Until that voice sounded in my ears again.

"Huh? Uh-huh... This can't be done. How can this be done? Ignore the poor monk, or mistake the poor monk for someone else... What a joke!"

The voice was a little angry, "It's always like this, always like this... It's obviously a poor monk who is doing something bad! It's obviously a poor monk who is doing bad things! Why doesn't anyone in Chaldea notice it! Why does everyone think that he is doing something wrong? The person responsible is that purple-haired AI? Can you give me some respect?"

It was only then that the bespectacled woman realized the source of the sound.

This sound actually came from her own arm... to be precise, it came from the severed arm she was chewing.

"you……?!"

What's going on?

Wasn't this person eaten by me? Why can he still talk? Why didn't he die?

At the moment when the bespectacled girl fell into a daze, the severed arm suddenly changed.

A scene that extremely challenged human rationality occurred... The hand was suddenly torn apart from the middle finger between the ring finger and the middle finger, turning into a large gaping hole filled with sharp teeth and eight tongues.

At the same time, the nails on the thumb, index finger and ring finger of this hand all fell off, and strangely squirming eyeballs emerged from them. At the same time, he turned his attention to the bespectacled woman who was stunned in place.

In this world, all monsters are inseparable from fear.

Monsters need to be afraid if they want to grow, and monsters need to be afraid if they want to become stronger.

The fear of humans, the fear of enemies, the awe of subordinates... Monsters need to collect these "fear" and turn them into their own power.

The mainstream fighting method of monsters is to use their own abilities and magic to intimidate the opponent, make the opponent fear themselves, cut off the opponent's fear, and then win.

After all... How powerful do you think a monster that is not scary at all can be?

The eight tongues writhed like rotten maggots, and the slit on the severed hand spat out hoarsely sarcastic words.

"Were you... afraid of the poor monk just now?"

"!!!"

A creepy feeling enveloped her whole body, as if she was looking directly at something indescribable. Suddenly, there was an overwhelming feeling in the bespectacled woman's stomach.

This is not a description, it is as if something is really stirring and rolling in her belly, causing her belly to expand and bulge, and is climbing up her esophagus, making her feel uncomfortable. Nausea, wanting to vomit.

"Pfft——"

The next moment, an arm with sharp green nails and strong muscles opened the bespectacled girl's mouth and came out. Without giving the bespectacled girl any time to react, the hand twisted around and grabbed her tightly. head, the sharp nails on her thumbs pierced her eyeballs and penetrated deeply.

"Gu——! Ugh——!"

As the cunning hand continued to exert force, the bespectacled woman's head began to deform, and the remaining eyeball trembled as if it was about to be squeezed out.

Unable to close her mouth, blood mixed with saliva flowed thickly through her chin, stretching into a long red thread that was connected to her body.

She wanted to do something, she wanted to struggle to resist, but she lost control of her body and could do nothing except accept the messages of pain and despair that were constantly sent from the cells in her body.

She wanted to say something, to vent her despair, but in the end all she squeezed out was a string of meaningless sobs.

Being squeezed, torn apart, tortured.

Powerless, unable to do anything, waiting for death in endless pain.

Until the very end...she was desperate and gave up.

'Let me die...'

'Die quickly, die quickly, die quickly, die quickly, die quickly, die quickly...! ! ’

'It hurts so much...why haven't you died yet? Why am I not dead yet! Get me out of here! ’

She didn't understand why she hadn't died yet, why she couldn't get a response from death when she prayed so humbly. It seemed to her senses that the pain and despair had lasted for a thousand years...

Finally... accompanied by a "bang" explosion.

Like fireworks rising into the sky, like a balloon inflated to its limit.

The bespectacled girl's head was crushed by a cunning hand, and red and white splattered and soaked the ground.

Another hand suddenly emerged from the abdomen of the headless corpse, and the two hands worked together to tear the corpse apart, revealing the figure of Ashiya Michitoshi wearing a robe.

"Uh-huh! Lucky! Lucky! How lucky that a weak onmyoji like the poor monk was able to defeat monsters. If this is not lucky, then what is lucky? Uh-huh... Hahahahaha!!"

He laughed with a ferocious expression as if he wanted to tear his entire face apart, but he suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth and stopped his laughter.

"Ah, ah, ah, no, no, no, the poor monk is a good person with a big conscience now. Good people can't laugh like this, they will be beaten... Uh-huh... The world is so beautiful, the poor monk can't be too irritable. Too impatient, huh! You need to be more restrained."

At this time, the river of blood and body fragments beneath Ashiya Michman's feet seemed to come alive.

The flesh fragments began to squirm and join together, and bright red blood was sucked into these pieces of flesh.

The pieces of flesh and blood on the ground condensed into one after another, Ashiya Michitoshi with a weird smile.

"We were killed..."

"We were eaten..."

"He was killed by us..."

"He was eaten by us..."

"Huhuhu..."

"Hehehe..."

"Hehehe..."

Laughter full of malice came one after another, as if they were sneering, mocking, mocking the female monster who had just died, and mocking each other who had been bitten to pieces.

"That's enough, stop laughing."

Ashiya Michitoshi, who was the first to appear, took a crutch from somewhere, pretended to be majestic and knocked on the floor. He raised his hand and coughed before saying seriously: "The deceased is the greatest, this...who is she?" ? Forget it, it’s just a trivial matter anyway, ahem! The nameless monster taught us a lot with his own death, and it’s worth stopping for half a second to remember... Now that’s all, let’s share what you learned from it. Did she learn some lessons from her death?”

"Hey! I know this question well."

Ashiya Michitoshi raised his hand and said with an innocent smile, "You can't just eat food from strangers."

"Also...don't eat anything that falls on the ground."

"Are you here, poor monk? Think about it, poor monk, huh huh... Eating raw food is a bad habit and not good for the stomach."

"The poor monk thinks that the death of this female monster should be entirely blamed on the evil junk food."

All Ashiya Michitoshi looked at the last speaker, Ashiya Michitoshi, and cast doubtful glances. In the face of all the looks, the other person just smiled and shrugged.

"What are you doing? Don't you all know what kind of thing you are? A hopeless evil person who can turn the water black even if he jumps into the sea. What is he not trash?"

"I see……"

"Rough words don't make sense."

"How can you admit it so frankly... Since you all think you are garbage, then I will pick up a garbage bag, put you in a garbage bag, and sink you into Tokyo Bay."

"Oh! It's so much fun, so much fun. Can the poor monk apply for a pink garbage bag?"

A group of people with the same face were playing and making trivial jokes. If someone saw this scene, they would probably find it quite strange.

"Ah...it seems like the main body is urging us to get to work quickly."

"Uh huh... There is nothing we can do about it. Although we have increased the number of shikigami to the limit while ensuring combat effectiveness, after all, the scope of activity is the entire city, and there are still not enough manpower..."

"Hyakumonogatari team... they are really good at disgusting people."

"A passionate protagonist like Nura Rikuo can easily be led by the nose by the villain."

"So what? Aren't there enough stupid villains like this who think they are smart? At the beginning, I also thought that 'I' and Chaldea were led by the nose by me."

During the chat, several Ashiya Doman used magic to disguise themselves and changed their appearance... Then, they became "innocent passers-by" gathered together with men, women, old and young.

"Mmm... Mmm! But I didn't expect it, it's so interesting... After me and Qingming, such interesting humans and such interesting monsters were born."

One of them tilted his head slightly, revealing an evil smile with interest, "It's called... Yamamoto Gorozaemon."

"Want to ascend to heaven and become a Buddha as a living person, want to be feared by all mankind, want to collect the fear of all mankind, collect, create, and spread strange stories, the master of strange stories, the master of 100 stories, was finally crushed to death by his own desires, and used blood before dying As ink, resentment as a pen, and his own corpse as paper, he created the 100th ghost story - the devil Yamamoto Gorozaemon. "

"The female monster we just killed... seems to be Yamamoto's [duodenum], right?"

"What? It turns out that it's not a cadre... I thought I would meet a cadre of the Hyakumonogatari Group."

"Frustrated, frustrated, I am extremely frustrated..."

Yamamoto Gorozaemon was originally a human timber merchant in the Edo period, but he didn't know from what channel he got a utensil called "One Hundred Demons Tea Pot".

The tea cooked with this tea pot will make humans and monsters who have tasted it have a strong dependence and addiction. Yamamoto Gorozaemon used this tea pot to control monsters to work for him and manipulate some people to help him spread ghost stories.

As the ghost stories spread, more and more ghost story monsters were born, and the Hyakumonogatari Group led by Yamamoto Gorozaemon was born.

However, just when the 100th ghost story was about to be born, Yamamoto Gorozaemon's conspiracy was blocked and he ended up dead.

Unwilling to let it end like this, Yamamoto Gorozaemon created "Hyakumonogatari no 100" based on himself, the demon king Yamamoto Gorozaemon.

Later, the demon king Yamamoto Gorozaemon was defeated, and countless monsters were born on his body. These monsters hibernated in the shadows for three hundred years and gradually formed the current Hyakumonogatari Group.

The Hyakumonogatari Group has seven cadres, namely Yamamoto's [mouth], [ears], [brain], [nose], [arms], [bones], and [face]. It was Yamamoto's [mouth] Enshio who instigated the entire city of 10 million people to hunt down Nura Rikuo.

This is what Ashiya Doman found interesting... Just an ordinary person, but he can turn into so many powerful monsters after death, which makes him very curious about Yamamoto Gorozaemon and the "tea pot of a hundred demons".

It's a pity that Yamamoto Gorozaemon is dead, but the "One Hundred Demons' Tea Pot" should be in the hands of the Hyakumonogatari Group now, and they can find an opportunity to take it away later.

"The boring work is about to begin again."

"I want to slack off... like a cat lying on the eaves basking in the sun."

"The Hyakumonogatari group used words to incite the masses to hunt down Nura Rikuo."

"Then I will use words to make the masses regard Nura Rikuo as a hero."

"Hoohoo! This is exactly what I am best at, fraud, incitement, coaxing, disguise, after all, I have worked in the palace... It's ironic that the evildoers are so close to the politicians."

"If the people who planned this scene could return the favor with anger and rage after discovering my disruption, that's right, like a frog jumping around in a frying pan, I might happily accept this return gift by dancing flamenco steps... hoohoo!"

545

Chapter 545 Conscience is awakened.

"Hey, everyone, please go this way. Don't cut in line. Don't panic. Don't run around. Follow me. That's right. So good, so good..."

On a road, Ashiya Doman, wearing a long coat, held a small red flag in one hand and a small trumpet in the other. Behind him followed a few children with schoolbags on their backs.

It looked like a weird uncle with bad intentions was going to kidnap children...

Suddenly, a tall building not far from them was knocked down, and a bloated piece of meat with a human face rushed out from the rolling dust, roaring to the sky.