[Comprehensive] Fusangshen

The news that the judge was seriously injured and unconscious was quickly reported to the Shizhi government. Since the person involved was in a coma and could not speak, Shizheng temporarily believed Yamabagiri's statement that "this was an accident" and sent someone to send the judge back to the present world for acceptance. treat.

During the resignation period of the god judge, the government of time is responsible for supplying spiritual power to maintain the operation of the pill, and correspondingly, no additional deputy god judge will be dispatched.

As for matters related to the expedition, Fusangshin of Honmaru will carry out as usual, and require regular reports of results.

California Qingguang still hasn't figured out what happened that day. He instinctively has something to do with the mysterious red sword he saw, but there is too little information.But in the final analysis, the departure of the god judge is undoubtedly good news for Honmaru.

And just like that, time moved forward to the next day——

California Qingguang and Zongsan Zuowen were arranged to play.

Don't be surprised why there are only two people in the team that should have been six people. In fact, in the Honmaru, which was endowed with malice by the god judge, deliberately reducing the number of people in the team is just a common way of tossing.

California Kiyomitsu and Sosan Zuomonji gathered at the gate of Honmaru, and then came to the battlefield they were in charge of familiarly.

This is a wasteland.

The sparse green grass sticks out tenaciously from the yellow sand, becoming the only color on this land.There was a lingering gust of wind howling, blowing the corners of the robes of the two of them.

At this time, hundreds of space-time retrograde troops were wandering in the wasteland, and wisps of black air lingered around the retrograde army, tightly covering their faces.

Almost at the moment when California Qingguang and Zongsan Zuowen appeared on the battlefield, those eyes looked over with dim light.

Because there is really nothing that can be called a cover or a shelter here, so the two Fusangshen were exposed to the enemy's detection range with such a big thorn.

Then, logically, the battle started.

California Qingguang quickly drew his sword, looked around for a while, and then grabbed the weakest line of defense and cut in.

Although the enemy has a great advantage in numbers, it should be feasible to clean up a little bit from the periphery like this.

Thinking of this, the captain, California Qingguang, divided his attention and planned to tell Zong San Zuo Wenwen about this plan.

However, when Qingguang from California casually glanced at it from the corner of his eye, he discovered——

Zong San Zuo Wenwen has already rushed straight into the enemy army? !

Among the countless retrograde troops covered in pitch black, the figure in cassock was so conspicuous.

The pink-haired Fu Sangshen was in the center of the enemy army, and the shadow of his sword was like an aurora, dazzlingly fast.He gave up all his defenses, and just killed the enemy without hesitation, not paying any attention to the more and more wounds on his body.

Zong Sanzuo's writing at this moment has a kind of extremely calm madness.

"Zong San!"

Naturally, California Qingguang did not forget that the opponent also committed suicide in the same way when he played the battle last time.

He originally thought that the temporary exit of the god judge would make the other party think about it.But now it seems that he still thinks too simply.

Gai Qingguang came back to his senses and wanted to step forward to help almost immediately, but he suddenly remembered the conversation with Zongsan last time——

That's right, he promised Zong San that he would respect the wishes of the other party and not intervene again.

"...Damn it! Do you really want to leave it alone?"

California Qingguang loosened and clenched the hand holding the knife, just like his extremely shaken heart at the moment.

The red pupils lighted up, and finally, he took a deep breath, and his gaze gradually became firm——

Sure enough, he still couldn't do it, he couldn't just watch his companion die like this.

Even if you will be resented by the other party later...

"Don't go there."

A deep voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

California Qingguang was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly took out the stone from his pocket, and shouted hesitantly, "Red?"

"kindness."

Shen Shen responded lightly, which was considered to be a temporary acknowledgment of the name.

"You've just……"

After the initial surprise, California Qingguang thought of what he had just heard.

"I said it—you don't want to interfere, California Qingguang."

Shen Shen's tone sounded casual, as if he was describing an ordinary thing: "Zong San Zuo Wenwen has lost the will to live, and it is meaningless to save him now."

California Qingguang: "But!"

"I know what you want to say."

Shen Shen interrupted the other party, and continued calmly: "If you insist on saving him, then now, you need to awaken the other party's will to survive independently."

——It is not to let Zong San Zuowenzi survive with self-pity, but to let him have the desire to live with his last breath.

California Qingguang: "This kind of thing...can anyone do it?"

Shen Chen slowly opened his half-closed golden eyes, and raised the corners of his lips——

"I can."

Then, in California Qingguang's eyes that widened suddenly, the stone that was originally in his pocket suddenly flew out by itself, suspended in the air and burned.

The flames burned more and more vigorously, and spread from a single spark to a prairie fire in an instant.Then, a red figure walked out slowly.

The man came in the firelight.

He easily wiped out the red flames around his body, then lazily raised his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yo, this is probably—"

"Long time no see, your first meeting."

Those dark golden eyes seemed to be dancing with raging flames, and they were dyed a dazzling golden red from the depths, as if they could feel the excessive heat with their tentacles, and they were caught off guard and burned their souls.

Gazing at Qingguang like this, he was suddenly speechless.

……

Zong San Zuowen raised his hand and waved the knife, the body of the marching army in front of him was cut in half, and then roared and disappeared into black air, as if it had never appeared before.

—Even death is such an unreal thing.

Zong San Zuowen thought calmly.

Even though he had suffered a few more wounds in this short period of time, his eyes were still calm, as if those fatal wounds were not painful to him.

——Ah, yes, at this moment, this is exactly what he was after...

- getting closer to death...

Another retrograde army came, but the pink-haired Fu Sangshen seemed to lose his strength for a moment, and suddenly lowered the hand holding the knife, allowing the opponent's sharp blade to approach his neck.

As a result, the most vulnerable and deadly part of the human body felt a chilly air, and one could almost feel the killing blow, which came in an instant.

However, this fatal blow never came.

"boom--"

Fiery flames swept across Fu Sangshen's cheeks, and burned the retrograde army clean in a few breaths.

Zong San Zuowen didn't react at all, and waited until the flame went out before he coughed belatedly.

And the remaining high temperature still made his cheeks ache, as if his flesh and blood were about to be burned.

"what happened."

Maybe it was the heat of the flame that stimulated the wound, Zong San Zuo Wenwen suddenly felt pain all over his body.

Some of the numerous fine wounds were so painful that they were numb, while others were excruciating pains, like needle pricks, which made it even more unbearable.

Zong San Zuo Wenwen gasped lightly, then forced a choked breath, and raised his head with difficulty.

Then he saw that in this encirclement surrounded by all the black retrograde troops, besides him, there was another strange man.

The man's hair was fluttering in the wilderness wind, that pure crimson color, against the background of overly barren colors, looked extraordinarily bright and vivid.

And the retrograde army surrounding them seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force, all of them were stiff and frozen in place.

"……Who are you?"

As soon as Zong San Zuo Wenwen asked, he saw the sword in the man's hand——

California clear.

The sword that Zhen is familiar with is exactly the body of Qingguang.

Reminiscent of the man's previous act of helping, Zong Sanzuo's text took it for granted that the other party was probably a reinforcement from California Qingguang.

At the moment when he thought of this, Zong San Zuowen struggled to lift the corner of his mouth, revealing a bitter and gloomy smile——

Ah, sure enough... as a prison bird, he is not even granted death.

The pupils of different colors were covered by dark clouds, and the beautiful face became more and more decadent.

The God of Fusang is like a white bird that has fallen into a sea of ​​blood, giving up the unnecessary struggle, allowing himself to be dyed red, and then falling into a deeper hell, until his self is distorted.

"You seem to have made a mistake."

Just when Zong Sanzuo's words were so dark and negative that he couldn't help himself, the red-haired man suddenly spoke in a cold tone: "I'm not here to save you."

"Heh, you didn't come to save me, did you come to kill me?"

Zong Sanzuo, who fell into gloom, spoke sarcastically, obviously not believing it.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the red-haired man actually nodded in agreement——

"That's right, you guessed it all."

The man raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes were inorganic and cold, without any trace of human emotion at all: "If you are killed by the retrograde army, I will be very distressed, after all—"

"The one who is about to kill you is me."

As soon as the man's voice fell, an afterimage flashed in front of Zong San's left text, and then, before he could react at all, his body was blown away by a huge force.

"boom--"

Fu Sangshen, who flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground, turned pale, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The bright red was sprayed on the sandy soil of the wasteland, and then seeped down little by little, as if being sucked up by the blood-thirsty earth.

At the same time, the rough sand penetrated into the already broken clothes, unceremoniously scratched the skin, mixed into the wounds that hadn't scabbed yet, and immediately brought a new burst of pain.

If the physical pain can still be tolerated, then the heavy blow from the heart will undoubtedly make it difficult for Fu Sangshen to dodge——

"Too weak."

The red-haired man walked up to him slowly and looked down at him: "I'm not even qualified to draw my sword."

Zong San Zuowen naturally knew that the other party only used the scabbard for the attack just now. If it was really a sword, then he is probably dead by now.

—Yes, dead.

——as he expected, to die on the battlefield...

- What a ghost!

Unbearable, this humiliation.

Zong San Zuowen clenched his hands tightly, even though his palms were scarred by the coarse sand, he didn't care at all.

He gritted his teeth and stood up holding his breath.

"You bastard, don't underestimate people!"

It was obvious that he couldn't even stand firmly, but Fu Sangshen was determined not to fall down, and his strange eyes were fixed on the man in front of him.

Seeing this, the man suddenly curled his lips and sneered: "Nice eyes, but—"

"Zong Sanzuo's writing is known as the sword for obtaining the world. Because of this name, it is rarely used in actual combat, and most of the time it is shelved."

"You like this, what can you use to defeat me?"

Zong San Zuowenzi's heart throbbed.

But he quickly hid the fragility of that moment, then clenched the body in his hand, and put on a strike posture: "I am Zongsan Zuowen - as an opponent, I will report your name."

"Oh? Even so, you don't intend to give up."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said meaningfully: "I have many names, and the specific address depends on the occasion and the person. As for now, you can call me—"

"'Devil King'."

Zong Sanzuo didn't know why this man called himself "Devil King", but this title undoubtedly reminded him of someone——

Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, Oda Nobunaga!

The man who re-polished him, imprinted him with an indelible mark, and turned him into a prison bird!

It has affected his life from the beginning to the end, and even now he can't get rid of the demon king!

Zong San Zuo Wenwen looked at the scene in front of him, trembling all over——

Yes……

How similar...

These two...

Wasn't that how Oda Nobunaga looked at him at the beginning?

Cold scrutiny, contemptuous ridicule, arrogance and arrogance, extremely strong.

If it was just Fu Sangshen's pride at work before, then now——

"Demon King..."

Zong San Zuowen's eyes were full of turbulent waves, and the intense emotions seemed to crush his soul, making his whole body tremble.

Fear, excitement, depression, hatred, pleasure...

The hand holding the knife was trembling, but the eyes of different colors were astonishingly bright.

"I'm going to beat you."

Zong San left his mouth open and said word by word.

The red-haired man raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, with a domineering look on his face, and the corners of his lips suddenly raised in arrogance and arrogance——

"You won't beat me, Zongsan Zuowen."

"Instead, I will conquer you."