Draw the sword for the judge

"Eh-"

Although the elite swordsmen looked hesitant, when Qinglin looked at them, they still opened the door for Qinglin.

There are two worlds inside and outside the door.

If the world outside the door is a long corridor full of traps, washed again and again by the blood of countless knives and other creatures in this base, then the world inside the door is a living hell:

A human-like creature floated in the vertical nutrition cabin with its eyes closed. It had a pale face and a thin body. Except for the weak breathing that seemed to stop in the next second, there was no change in life.

Several pipes are connected to the top of the nutrition cabin and the chassis.Some tubes are used to deliver the basic nutrients necessary for the survival of living beings to the nutrition cabin, and some are used to extract the spiritual power of the creatures in the nutrition cabin... yes, it is to extract the spiritual power.

These spiritual powers are transported to every corner of the base through pipes, and are one of the indispensable energies of the base.

"vomit……"

"God Judge..."

……

The moment the knives in the base woke up, they all more or less looked forward to the God Inspector who awakened them.They have thought about whether the god judge will be a gentle person, whether they will lead him/them to kill the enemy, whether they will have all kinds of tempers like the former owner who hate or entangle the sword, and even think about it. But no matter what happens, I will try my best to help him or her ideas.

But since waking up in this hellish place where there is no light and even death is a luxury, even if they can occasionally feel the faint breath of a god-inspector, the only thing they think of is:

Why abandon him?

Why put him through this?

Why don't you come and see him?

Why……

Resentment condenses day by day, darkness fills my heart, and the dark fall is only in an instant.

To be honest, nine out of ten of the knives in the base who survived 24 hours hated the judge who woke them up.

Then among the nine strikes, at least half of the knives were killed by sexual interrogation, making the judge feel regretful and suffering.

And this is also one of the reasons why the previous batch of captain swords returned to the team and Yan Qinglin was quickly infiltrated by the aura of the dark fall when the new master spoke -- no matter how normal the appearance was, they didn't even notice it. Inwardly, they hated creatures like "God Judges" deeply, and wished they could kill them immediately.

But at this moment, looking at the spacious and boundless room, or the hall exuding familiar spiritual power, they felt a kind presence, they collapsed to the ground, and some knives even retched:

It turned out that when they cursed their fate and cursed the god judge who made them suffer this fate, their dear god judge was also in hell, and even stayed in a hell that was even more endless than them.

"Wuuu, Arukin..." Suddenly, the knife that looked like Hasebe but had bones on his body pushed away the knife blocking the door, and rushed into the hall staggeringly.

Immediately afterwards, Shu Zhendao also flocked to the hall.

Qinglin watched more and more knives pouring into the hall, some even approached the vertical nutrition cabin, and teleported directly to the outside.

"Hey, Mr. Yoshitsune, won't you stop it?" The black-haired Jinjian was already outside the door, and he ran over as soon as he saw Qinglin's figure.Standing beside Qinglin, whispering.

"Stop what?" Qinglin thought the words of the dagger were interesting, and asked with a smile.

"..." The black-haired Imaken was speechless, and finally looked at the ground and muttered to himself: "If I knew it, I would have gone shopping with Xiaohumaru and the others~~" Fortunately, he was worried when he got the information about this place from the eyeliner .

"Well, in fact, Jinjian comforted me~really~" Qinglin saw that Diandao was so depressed that his body seemed to shrink, so he hugged him.

The black-haired Imaken wants to protest that he is not a child, but because of his damn height and Qingbayashi's even more damn tall height, he decided to treat himself as a rag doll, like the kind of artificial computer doll that Getia said ——Anyway, it’s okay to hug each other, isn’t it?The black-haired dagger thought to himself.

"Boom—" And when the black-haired dagger gave up on himself and almost rolled his eyes at the sky to express his boredom, the sound of glass being smashed came from inside the room.

Qinglin remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Hey, Lord Hall, how much of this batch of knives do you think can be left?" Heifa Jinjian saw that Qinglin was silent for a long time, and he was not sure what Qinglin was thinking, so he spoke.

"Jinjian, how much is left of the original pill where you were?" Qinglin asked without answering.

"..." The black-haired Jinjian changed his face instantly.His limbs began to struggle, and as a result, his head, which had been tightly hugged by Qinglin for a long time, was able to move, and the rest was forced to remain motionless.

The black-haired Jinjian opened his mouth, wanting to bite himself, and also wanting to bite Qinglin, but when he bit Qinglin's shoulder, he couldn't bear to say:

A person who is more beautiful than the Yoshitsune in memory, what if he is bitten by the dark knife and left a scar?

Although it feels great to make your own unique mark on the god judge, but I always feel that I will be killed by that terrible crescent moon who sometimes laughs...

"Master, you know that you hate it so much~~" The black-haired dagger buried his head in the white cloth, and said bitterly.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, you are not the first person to hate me... well, Dao~" Qinglin touched the back of the black-haired dagger, leaning his back against the wall, laughing.

Qinglin already knew the secret he was hiding when he spoke about the situation of his Honmaru—three different judges?How can it be?If there are three god judges, it means that there are more spiritual power providers.

Qinglin was born in the laboratory and grew up in the laboratory.He knows the configuration of the laboratory better than anyone else, and even the most familiar smell is the smell of the laboratory.

So to him, no matter whether it is the laboratory itself or the creatures who have been in the laboratory, there are no secrets at all.

"Main hall, what if all the knives in this place are hung up?" After being appeased, the out-of-control that seemed like a mental breakdown before slowly disappeared, and after his hands were finally pardoned, he hooked Qinglin's neck and asked softly .

"I've already contacted Hell," although Ghost Lantern refused to answer his call because Hell held a sports meeting, but he still had a call from King Yan Mo.

"Eh, hell?! Lord Hall, do you know people from hell?" The black-haired Jinjian's eyes suddenly lit up.

"There is a person from hell here," Qinglin said, seeing that the black-haired Jinjian was interested, and casually sold Yingcao.

When Jinjian heard the existence of Yingcao, he immediately diverted his attention in a real sense.He got down from Qinglin, asked Yingcao's location, and started running there bouncing and bouncing.He wants to play with his friends from hell!

"Hahaha, you still have a solution in the main hall!" Although the three family knives who had a good relationship with Heifa Jinjian all went out for shopping, but Yan Rong, who had been with Heifa Jinjian day and night, was obviously not among them.

When the black-haired Imaken figure disappeared, a tall naginata came out from the shadows, laughing.

"No, he just trusts you!" Because of the presence of the naginata, the dagger was unconsciously relaxed, that's all.

"Hahaha, that's also your generosity," although Yan Rong was cheerful all day long, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't know some things, for example, this man who indulged himself with Jinjian was obviously Jinjian's violating envoy The owner of the highest armed force under his name gave himself the key to control the knife.

Xu is the influence of the former master. Compared with the master-servant relationship established by spiritual power and contract, Yan Rong cares more about other things, such as promises and character.

His former master died in battle because of the death of his confidant.After knowing what Qinglin did for Jinjian, he also dedicated everything to Qinglin as the master.

"I'm so embarrassed to say it," Qinglin smiled, and when he said the sarcasm, he saw Yakiri Hasebe approaching, put away the barrier that opened at the moment of teleportation, and stood up straight .

"Main Hall, it's almost time." Da Dao, with a paralyzed face, saluted like a robot, and made a sound.Afterwards, he handed the things in his hands to Yanrong.

Yan Rong took it and walked towards the door.

"Guang..." A few seconds later, there was a mess, and even a deafening gong sounded in the hall with a strong smell of blood.

"Guang... guang... guang..." Immediately afterwards, this voice rang out continuously, causing the swords and swords in the hall to look confused.

"Have you cried enough?"

"Is it enough to vent?"

"Is the one who committed suicide dead?"

When the air in the hall returned to the silence it was before, Qing Lin's voice sounded.

Qinglin was standing at the gate of the hall, with light behind him, like an envoy standing on the borderline between darkness and light, and also like a god with a pair of wings called "light".

"Although I really want to say what is crying and crying? If you have the ability to cry here, just take a knife and chop at the group of culprits..."

"But considering your hearts are more fragile than glass, I will let you cry as much as you want."

"Well, even if you commit suicide, I will let you freely decide your own life and death. Anyway, if you kill yourself, only your own life will end. The pain that follows has nothing to do with you."

When Qinglin's icy voice said this, Dao in the hall looked at Qinglin in a daze, as if his three views had been refreshed-where is the agreed gentle new owner?So poisonous!

Afterwards, they looked down at the group of people lying on the ground struggling for death, some even sitting up in shock in the dying state of knives, they silently covered their mouths, not knowing whether to continue crying or laughing.

"I took the time to go out the door just now. I found the batch of original spirit knives."

"The batch of spiritual knives are being purified now."

"Of course, it is also possible that you are crying and scolding your mother, cursing you!"

"Curse what?"

"Damn it, did labor and capital destroy the world or cut down the whole family of the Government of Time in their previous lives? How did they get reduced to the point where there are a bunch of crying soul-splitting knives who don't even have the courage to live!"

"Well, that's all I want to say. If you continue to cry and commit suicide, I will let someone close the door." lest you scare the little friends who will come over later!

After finishing speaking, Qinglin took a step back and fell into the eyes of the sword in the hall, just as the sun receded, he was dazed.As a result, at the moment when the group of swords were stunned, Qinglin hinted with his eyes that Yan Rong and the others were closing the door—if they can't get out, then stay here forever!This is Qinglin's extremely cold thought, because he will seal this place forever, so as not to affect the group of spiritual knives who are being purified by these dark emotions without any light.

"..." Looking dully at the door slowly closing at a speed visible to the naked eye, the knife in the hall first stretched out Erkang's hand in disbelief, then jumped up, and ran towards the door:

Wait, they still have help——

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Base Knife: Beg to take medicine!