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The head of the leech towered above the sky.

Kamiyagawa and others finally arrived here after defeating the leeches who were in the way along the way.

Leech's body is huge, and the place where Kamiyagawa and the others are located is as wide as a football field.

And the half body of the eight hundred bhikkuni stands in the center of the head of the leech.

When I was looking up from the ground just now, my attention was mainly attracted by the leech, but now I noticed that the eight hundred bhikkhuni also felt oppressive when I climbed to the top of Kamiyagawa. She is like a huge and majestic sculpture made of flesh and blood. Looking up, she just feels weird.

The black flesh and blood that made up the body of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni twitched, she straightened up, and there was always a loving smile on her constantly changing face: "You are stronger than I imagined that you can rush up so quickly."

"And you are weaker than I imagined." Kamiya replied, "The consciousness is dominated by eight hundred bhikkhunis, but the body is a god leech. You can't control this huge and chaotic god body, can you?"

"It's not controlling, it's serving... If your consciousness also joins, maybe you can serve better."

The Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni was still laughing, umbilical cord-like black meat lines gushed out from her abdomen that was stuck on the top of the leech's head. The umbilical cord made a muffled sound of blood and flesh wriggling, and the deformed leech human fetus connected to the end croaked and laughed.

"I remember I said no."

As soon as Shen Gu's words fell, the leeches under his feet rumbled again.

The chaotic god was restless, and it was unknown whether it was the middle or the end of his body, and once again bumped into the mountains far away.

For a moment, the mountains shook and the ground trembled, the sky and the earth were dimmed, and countless rocks shot towards the entire area of ​​Songze.

But this kind of attack that hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damaged eight hundred did not repel Shen Gu and others.

Mary escaped into the red mist, and the little tapir opened [Dreamland Qiwu].

Inugami flew towards Kamiyagawa, bent his body, and his four giant claws were deeply embedded in the black flesh below, protecting his master under his body.

The oncoming rock collided with the emerald green dragon scales, turning them into fine powder.

After blocking this wave of attacks, the dog sniffed and shook his body while shaking his body, shaking off the heavy dust on his body with the movement of a domestic dog shaking water.

Having no time to talk trash with the enemy, the Kamiya side also launched an attack——

"Behind you."

A red mist emerged behind Eight Hundred Bhikkuni, and the tall and straight figure in the swaying skirt of Mary flickered and leaped in the turbulent blood mist.

The thick sword in his hand was sharp and aggressive, and his killing intent was overwhelming!

The edge of the blade flashed suddenly, and the space where the blade pointed seemed to freeze suddenly, and then turned into a breath of destruction, spreading in all directions with the rippling red mist.

At the same time, the frontal nightmare-eating tapir raised its nose.

Always shrouded around the leeches, the red light that symbolizes the power of dreams and the majestic auspicious clouds are pressed down, like a gentle lullaby in the middle of the night, soothing the flesh and blood umbilical cords and leeches extending from the belly of the 800 nuns.

Seizing this opportunity, Inugami and Kamiyagawa attacked simultaneously.

Gouzi turned into a blazing karmic fireball and rushed towards it, while Shengu summoned a brilliant sun thunder, and controlled the clear thunder to slash down with a single word.

There is also an obvious size difference between this pair of human-animal masters and servants. Gouzi is as big as Babaichuni, while Shengu is much smaller. Attacking together tacitly, there is something inexplicably coordinated.

Compared with the huge leech, the half-length eight hundred bhikuni seems to be much weaker.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni here, probably really is the lifeblood of the leech.

Facing the pincer attack of four Rage God-level enemies, she was a little powerless, and those umbilical cords and leeches were not enough to see at all.

She had to face the extremely ferocious Inugami and the flexible Kamiyagawa, and also had to beware of Mary's backstab, which changed her position from time to time, and the little tapir's ability to control the dream that interfered with her actions.

Swords and swords, thunder and karma flickered, suppressing the eight hundred bhikkhunis to draw back their umbilical cords and retreat in a row.

Black chunks of flesh splattered everywhere.

This further verified Kamiya's previous guess——

Since the leech is a mass of chaotic living flesh without subjective consciousness, the movement of this mass of living flesh is controlled by the eight hundred bhikkhunis, a group of many human consciousnesses.

Even if the consciousness of the eight hundred bhikkhunis became huge due to the fusion, those consciousnesses were originally just ordinary people.

And can humans really perfectly control the body of God?

The battle lasted for a while, and the black lines belonging to the live fish hotel spread up from the head of the leech. Although there were only a few messy lines, the only three remaining royals stepped on the black lines of the hotel.

Even the eight-foot girl flicked her tentacles and reappeared slightly.

It may be that the 800-year-old bhikkuni was too focused on the troublesome battle in front of him. The battlefield below was broken through by the four-round strengthened imperial front.

The battle strength of Shengu's side was strengthened again, and the eight hundred bhikkhuni seemed to have no chance of winning, and the leech under him just kept writhing in pain.

...

The Gozen who are still on the battlefield are Chihiro Miyauchi, the crazy beauty Ms. Tsuruta who has gone crazy, and Mr. Kawahara who is always silent and dressed in a black suit.

Under the cover of the tacit understanding between Miyauchi and Kawahara, Tsuruta was still the fastest.

And, probably because her time in existence is running out, her fighting style is insane.

Faced with the counterattack of the eight hundred monks, he did not dodge at all. At the cost of being pierced by the black umbilical cord, he slashed the chainsaw into the abdomen of the eight hundred monks.

"Go to death, whether it is a god or a monster, go to death!"

Tsuruta screamed excitedly, not knowing the pain.

The piercing sound of the chainsaw roared, stirring up flesh and blood.

"Master Kamiya, we only have one minute left, shoot!"

Miyauchi Chihiro turned her head and shouted to her Master.

Kamiyagawa could understand what the imperials meant. The "shooting" they wanted was definitely not an ordinary shot. It would be better to use a shot of divine wrath that would engulf the eight hundred bhikkhunis and the imperials.

The Banshee is raised, the muzzle pointing upwards.

boom!

A sharp gunshot caused a mournful howl like a banshee.

The phantom of the Sixth Heaven Demon King covered in armor slowly stood up from behind Kamiya. The gorgeous armor danced like a raging flame on the black flesh, and continued to stretch upwards.

Countless illusory firecrackers are outlined from around the virtual image of Oda Nobunaga.

The artillery roared!

Kamiyagawa's [Three Thousand Worlds] has always been powerful, and its release is a bit cumbersome, but its damage is comparable to his self-destruct.

Mary and the rest of the Rage Gods sensed it, and they were unwilling to suffer from this wave of powerful friendly damage, and they all left the area covered by artillery fire.

But the royals are different.

They spared their lives and at any cost, forcefully intercepted Eight Hundred Bhikkuni, dragged her into the deep quagmire of artillery bombardment, and prevented her from getting out of trouble, in order to let her eat all the damage from the three rounds of indiscriminate bombardment Full!

The roar of muskets continued, and the smoke filled the air.

Shen Guchuan didn't even sit idle when he was amplifying his move, he grabbed a shining dragon thunder gun and threw it towards the center of the fire coverage area.

And when everything finally calmed down, the gunpowder smoke cleared, and in the middle of the bloody artillery fire area, only a dirty and torn evening dress was left fluttering. It was Tsuruta who was holding on to the chainsaw and barely stood.

Around her bare feet, large and small black lumps squirmed.

These pieces of meat belonged to the leech man, and also belonged to the eight hundred bhikkhunis.

Tsuruta's body was bloody and bloody, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was the injury from the [Three Thousand Worlds] or the trauma caused by the eight hundred bhikkhuni. But at the same time, the aura of ghosts and gods is also extremely strong. It seems that in this round of battle, Tsuruta is the ultimate emperor who survived to the end and enjoyed the strongest buff.

She stretched her right hand towards her abdomen, opened one of her wounds, took out some squirming black flesh, mixed with her own flesh and blood, and threw them to her feet.

"These things can't stay on me..." Tsuruta looked up at Kamiyagawa, "Master Kamiya, praise us."

After finishing speaking, Tsuruta disappeared together with the collapsed live fish hotel.

Shengu watched Yuqian leave the stage, looked around, and saw that the head of the leech had been damaged beyond recognition.

"finished?"

Kamiya holds the knife and looks at the shikigami around him, the uneasiness in his heart has not disappeared.

The mountain-like body of Leech still exists under him. Although he seems to be in a rigid posture and is less able to move, it seems that he has no intention of dying.

Immediately afterwards, Kamiyagawa's eyes shrank, and he saw those squirming, scattered pieces of black flesh, quickly stacked together, forming a decayed and broken tall half-length figure rising from the ground, it was Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, she had not yet die!

"They call you Lord Kamiya, so should I call you that too? Kamiya, my lord?"

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni still seemed to have that compassionate smile on her face, but because the facial features on her face were missing, this made her smile look extraordinarily weird.

In addition, she can't feel anger and resentment from her. Even though she was beaten so embarrassingly, she still has a strange "goodwill" towards Shengu and his party, just like facing a child who is lost and rebellious.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni: "I don't want to do this, it will collapse the great divine body formed by the Lord, and it will take a long, long time to form such a body again... But you are too pedantic... You should be redeemed. The only good news is that you are strong enough, with your integration, the new body of the Lord in the future should also be stronger, right?"

As her voice fell, Kamiya and his party felt a severe sense of weightlessness.

Leech's body, which had been rigid and motionless in a certain posture, began to fall.

No, to be more precise, He is actively dissolving.

Those black pieces of flesh fell off from the torso, and changed into a strong watery smell, and turned into a palpable, but extremely empty, indescribable meaning of joy and happiness.

And under this extreme joy, there seems to be some turbulent undercurrent surging.

Hush——

More flesh melts and drops.

The people in Shengu, who were originally standing high in the sky, lost their support and fell down.

"I am here."

While falling, Kamiyagawa heard a familiar voice whispering close to his ear.

The Prajna attached to his body lifted the mask of jealousy, and encircled him with cold and soft hands.

In addition, he also heard the sound of whales.

It should have left the battlefield, and the wandering whales in the distance are driving the whales to try to catch the people who fell from a high place.

"Wait a minute... Something is wrong."

It was still Hannya's voice, and Kamiyagawa felt that she hugged him tightly.

But immediately afterwards, Kamiya suddenly became difficult to think, and suddenly lost his judgment on the situation around him.

As the commander of the battle, he must not lose his mind at this time, but that's just how it happened.

It seemed that there was a strong, complicated emotion that completely enveloped him, occupying all the thoughts in his brain.

Those emotions are hidden under the empty joy and happiness just now, like a strange candy with a sandwich, the outer layer of illusory sweetness, the sugar coating dissolves, and what overflows from the inside is indescribable pain of.

Those emotions that brought pain and anxiety were hidden under the joy and happiness just now, and they were completely released at this time, raging wantonly.

Kamiya seems to have fallen into a boundless abyss made of emotions.

He saw figures flickering around him, and heard words whispering around him——

"This place, this place... Songze Village. If you want to escape, you must escape. Think of a way, quickly think of a way!"

"Those leeches are horrible, they are monsters, monsters!"

"I don't want to die here... woo..."

"I just want to live with Yangcai..."

"..."

Those voices, with different tones and timbres, seemed to be made by many, many people.

The only thing that was consistent was that all the voices contained intense pain.

Then, Kamiya heard another voice, which was much clearer than the previous one. Someone said in a pitiful tone:

"People have seven emotions, joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, and fear. Anger, sadness, thoughts, and fear are all bad emotions. They make people confused, sad, boring, frightening, and painful. "

"But joy alone, joy alone is good, it brings happiness."

"The Lord strips away the six emotions that will only bring pain to people, leaving only the joy of happiness, equal, and loving blessings to all. It swallows those pains into the body and bears them by itself. Because the Lord wants To create a world where there is only eternal happiness for people.”

"Why, why can't you feel this kind of compassion, this kind of love? Why do you turn a blind eye to the greatness of the Lord and the sacrifice of the Lord?"

"So... so you see now, behold, everyone's pain."

"Be the same as them, Kamiya, my lord. Abandon those useless emotions and pain, and throw yourself into the arms of my lord. Together with me, become eight hundred nuns."

really.

It's so painful, those complicated and painful emotions are suffocating.

And following the voice of the eight hundred bhikkhunis, Shengu saw the light in this boundless emotional abyss of pain.

The ultimate light is right in front of your eyes, within reach.

That blinding, illusory, unrealistic white light is like salvation.

Love, compassion, equality, tolerance of all things.

It seems that as long as you reach out your hand, you can get rid of the torment of countless people's painful emotions, and your brain can throw away useless details and completely dissolve in a sense of joy and happiness.