The Giant of Light is Still on the Way to Find Home

The thunder of the sky stirs the fire!

Avenger who lost his wife and daughter.

A lost demon who has lost his soul.

The battle between the two kicked off in the bright red enchantment.

However, the master who opened the barrier slowly walked up to Santuchuan Kazuhiro like a traveler who no longer pays attention to the battle.

"I thought it was a juvenile delinquent, but it turned out to be a vengeful spirit?" Ying An slapped his nose, as if trying to drive away the foul smell of demons.

Limbs lost the ability to move, and the only thing Santuchuan and Hiroshi could do was to watch helplessly as the great fear kept approaching.

"You, don't come here!!"

"It's ridiculous, who is the Wraith?" Ying An casually took a photo of the boy, and after five seconds, his general information was displayed on the screen.

"Santukawa Kazuhiro, 13 years old, a member of the countermeasure room's overseas dispatched troops, witch and insect department."

Ying An couldn't help but sneered.

What is Japan's super-disaster countermeasure room doing? Doesn't it feel like all the monster's nails are nailed in?

It turns out that your official organization doesn't talk about political trials, and doesn't even carry out physical examinations?

Ying An, who was in the Tucao mode, pushed back the boy's hair, and there was an extremely bright red stone inlaid in the eye socket.

"The life-killing stone of the white-faced ones."

Ying An slowly raised his right fist above his head, light leaked slightly from the clenched fist.

When it comes to such vicious and vicious people, his creed of not doing anything to women and children has to be moved back.

Just when he was about to blow him to pieces, a scream of dissatisfaction rang out in his ears.

"Tsk, it's not time for dinner yet, so I won't let go of even this scrap."

"Okay, okay."

As if in a compromised tone, under the fearful eyes of Santuchuan and Hong, Ying An's palm reached into the ripples of the void, and when he lifted it out, a simple iron spear appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The scars are mottled, and the iron spear is old.

This weapon, which seems to have been displayed in the historical exhibition hall long ago, has been the nightmare of the Japanese monsters hundreds of years ago.

Anyone who holds this spear will live endlessly with the demon in the muttering of the undead of the swordsmith, and will eventually be devoured of his soul and transformed into a demon named Zifu.

This is - Beast Spear.

Santuchuan and Hong were lucky enough to meet what he needed to find out on this trip.

The lord promised that as long as he helped his clone destroy the beast spear, she would resurrect his dead mother.

He tried his best to open his mouth wide, but only let out a "Hehe" sound from his throat. He stretched his arms as hard as he could, but he still couldn't touch the purpose of his trip.

Silver electricity pierced through the sky.

The spear handle shook in mid-air, and the spirit snake rushed to bite its prey.

Piercing through, the beast spear pierced Santuchuan Kazuhiro's body from the right eye, nailing him to the ground completely.

Like a taxidermy thimble, it holds the blue butterfly in place in the frame.

After smashing the killing stone in Santuchuan's eye socket, the beast spear finally stopped shaking.

Faintly, Ying An heard a suppressed cry.

Filled with never-ending hatred and pain.

Ying An looked back.

Another man who was in deep misery because of blood feud was still fighting.

A monster that has lost its soul and heart, it is up to you to experience it.

The roots of ordinary people.

And... the consciousness of being a father.

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15 years ago was an ordinary person's dart.

His enemy, the character Fu named Hong Lian, even dates back to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty in the Yan Kingdom. The thief who was forcibly conscripted into the army and became a deserter finally got the beast spear by chance. The man--Zhuying.

After his soul was devoured, Zhuangying became Zifu, and gained a strong body, the ability to control lightning, and the three sharp blades that pierced the bridge of his nose from the white-faced one.

Whether it is from the perspective of physical ability or combat experience.

Hong Lian couldn't even think of a reason why he would lose.

However, in this battle, he also had scruples.

The terrifying man who was still watching had made it very clear that if the other party died, he would be killed immediately.

Winning the opponent is definitely not his goal, survival is.

Therefore, Hong Lian can only let the opponent survive the injury, so that he can be used as a hostage and escape from this desperate situation.

With such thoughts in mind, Hong Lian was naturally a little bit restrained, and it was difficult to make many ultimate moves coherent.

Before he knew it, he was such a monster that the darts had the upper hand.

The green iron darts like a net of heaven and earth, with talismans hanging on them, shuttled freely in the sealed barrier.

"It's so annoying!" Hong Lian, who had never fought such an aggrieved battle, finally went mad: "Even if you are killed by that man, I will kill you first!"

A violent black lightning shot out from between his arms, heading straight for the dart.

The dart ropes bound with spells that had just defended against the violent thunder broke one by one before this burst of anger.

Hong Lian has already decided that, relying on his strong physique, if he bears the opponent's attack forcibly, he will also seriously injure the opponent.

"Just to my liking."

The three scars on the dart's right eye were painful, and the demon was in front of him. Although he tried his best to support him, the surging anger always drove him to die with the other party.

From the day he lost his family, he was just a walking corpse full of vengeance.

15 years, every breath and moment.

"Dad, to live..."

Just as Hong Lian used lightning to break through the defense and directly crushed Dart's shoulder blades, the attack that Dart had been preparing for a long time also arrived.

"Human beings are really weak." Hong Lian pinched Dart's head, and a dagger wrapped with a strange spell pierced through the tough skin and pierced into Hong Lian's abdomen.

"It doesn't hurt or itch." The demon sneered at the powerlessness of human beings.

"Oh, that's just right." Darter ignored the sharp claws squeezing his head, with that kind of eyes, as if he was looking at a dead body.

"... Urgent!" The left hand hung down and made a handprint.

"Take advantage of the Five Thunder Talismans!"

Just when Hong Lian was going to mock the opponent's inability to fight back, he, who could control the ability of lightning, felt for the first time the feeling of being bombarded by a huge thunder.

The spell on the dagger unfolded in an instant, entangled one of Hong Lian's arms, and thunder and lightning rushed.

Butterfly-like five-thunder spells spread all over the area where they fought without knowing it.

One, two, three or four.

Five, six, seven or eight.

Like a swarm of butterflies flying, in a part of the sealing barrier, a miniature printer is copying a five-thunder curse rune personally handed over by Maoshan Headmaster at a frantic speed into countless miniature versions of the miniature spell .

Under the positioning of the dagger, these charms were attached to Hong Lian's ugly face, strong arms, back covered with fluff, and that terrifying big mouth.

Almost instantly.

Hong Lian was overwhelmed by countless Five Thunder Talismans.

Chapter 542 Chapter 57 Attack of the Monster

"...I won."

"You won. Congratulations, Dart."

Black and red blood covered the ground below him, and Ying An stretched out his hand to help the dart up.

The seal was also lifted, and this fiery world returned to silence and darkness.

The dirty blood was wiped away as the flames disappeared, and the broken bridge and the traces of the battle were all smoothed away one by one.

To the point that it can no longer be seen that this place has experienced a fierce battle.

"This monster, from body to soul, no longer has any remnants."

"..."

"Even if you faint, don't you want to close your eyes?"

Ying An showed a helpless smile.

Carrying him and Isayama Mei, whose consciousness has been blocked, on his shoulders, they stepped into the quiet corner of the night...

……

In fact, the emergency countermeasure room is already trying its best to improve its efficiency.

Helplessly, their current members are actually just three or two big cats and kittens.

From Ying An's point of view, even if this plan to lure the enemy can be carried out smoothly, they may not have enough strength to destroy the enemy.

Jinguji Iris is also well aware of this. Face is a rather metaphysical issue when it comes to issues related to national security.

Since it is necessary to slap a swollen face externally to pretend to be fat, then there is no need for any face internally.

Therefore, she secretly entrusted the No. 20 seventh head of the Tugong family, Tugong Masaragi, as a backup.

"...the beast spear, the breath of the beast spear..."

The white-faced person is the product of the combination of the soul of the devil and the negative emotions of life born under the influence of the Geta line, and the servant girl, as an extension of her power, naturally has such a nature.