Chapter 310
Chapter 310
The filth kept struggling in front of Saburo. The half arm that was originally covered with animal skulls, the hand and the knife seemed to be carved into one body, which was difficult to remove, seemed to be alive, slowly repeating the movements of opening five fingers and clenching the handle of the knife.After the strong, misty filth was awakened, the human figure that was formed turned out to be an obvious outline with only one arm broken, and the outline of the human figure and the arm were left by a vague line.
The air in the entire Japanese room is completely clean.Under normal circumstances, the air is mixed with dirty air and weak aura, which follows the law of ebb and flow while maintaining a weak balance. At this moment, this sudden freshness does not seem like the dirty air has been purified, but more like it was originally invisible. As if being summoned, the filthy smell continued to fill the foggy human form.Just in the blink of an eye, the outline of this human figure became more distinct, the feet of the enemy sword were shaped like rodents and like the toes of birds, and two beams of real light suddenly burst out from the head. After scanning the room, it finally landed on Saburo's face.
Even though the arm was alive, it still couldn't connect to the not yet fully formed time-traveling army. It just lay quietly in Saburo's hand, repeating the movements of flexion and extension.As if they hadn't moved for a long time, they wanted to make their fingers more flexible in order to continue the next move. The pale, rough fingers stubbornly repeated monotonous movements, and the black mud remaining between the fingers was like liquid. Gradually condensed into pitch-black water droplets, but purposefully flowed upwards along that black thread, trying to climb onto the broken-arm humanoid body.As the human figure continued to solidify, the skull decoration on it also changed from yellow and white withered color to smooth white, only some subtle places are still yellow, like handicrafts that have not been cleaned of dust.
Di Da Dao still stood where he was, waiting for more filth to replenish himself—however, Saburo himself had extraordinary spiritual power, even though he had no concept of "spiritual power", he would never control these powers, However, the spiritual power dissipated from him will still spontaneously expel the faint invisible filth around him.It's just that Saburo had just returned to Azuchi not long ago from the expedition, and the conversation with Akechi Mitsuhide was only a head, so the filth here is enough to be used by the time-traveling army to fill itself, and even freeze the feet... But, also That's all.
It became more and more fresh and the room was clean, and there was no trace of filth to fill Di Da Dao's body.Even though the time-traveling army who was mistakenly summoned by Saburo is similar to the sword man, the power in his body is the opposite type.After the filth disappeared, the clean and huge spiritual power of the god judge could no longer be hindered, and poured in from the knife held in his hand and attached to his arm.
In an instant, the skull ornament that had been restored to cleanliness immediately dried up, as if it would turn into fly ash just by touching it lightly.The hand that was constantly stretching and flexing was still able to move, but the movement of opening and clenching became faster and faster, as if it was already impatient, but it was still difficult to return to the human form with the broken arm.The incompletely formed Di Da Dao staggered back a step as if it had been severely injured, its toes degenerated into human feet in an instant, and then completely lost its shape, turning into misty black air.
This series of changes sounds long, but in fact it is only a few breaths of work.The sword men looked nervously at the unformed enemy sword inside, but finally did not give in to Hidemasa Hori's obstruction.The leader, Jiro Tachi, flicked up his sleeves and focused all his attention on the sword man, completely oblivious to the strange situation behind him, putting his head on. Xiuzheng also froze for a few seconds.The other people who were intercepted immediately bowed down and jumped in from under Hori Hidemasa's arm, but at the moment they stepped into the Japanese room, several swords were drawn out of their sheaths, piercing the mist-like figure from all directions!
The remaining human-like hand was tense like a cramp, and the black line between it and the enemy's knife snapped!
Also at the same time, Saburo finally appeared with a novel voice.As if impatiently, he lifted the thing in his hand back to Akechi Mitsuhide, and he couldn't tell whether it was more surprise or more admiration: "——This is actually hot!"
The body held in the hands of the men with swords and swords was originally an existence formed by spiritual power.The spiritual power and the sharp knife tip tore through the pitch-black mist, purifying it to nothing.The arm in Saburo's hands is more fragile every second than the last second. Except for the process similar to "time-traveling army summoning" at the beginning because of Saburo's touch, the spiritual power of the god-inspector has no effect on it. It is completely unacceptable, and the blade has also become tattered and pitted under the washing of spiritual power, but it still retains the color of metal, and it seems that it has not yet reached the end of the break.
"Is it hot..." Akechi Mitsuhide still did not doubt the authenticity of Saburo's words, even though he seemed to have seen some hazy shadow just now, he took it first The arm with the knife——After getting out of Saburo's hand, the decay of the time retrograde army stopped immediately.
"It seems to be getting colder now—but it's still a little hot, right? It's the temperature of human beings, like that." Saburo said, "It seems that something dangerous happened just now—well, it seems to have been resolved, thank you all."
The plain way of thanking the god judge proved that he really didn't have the slightest idea that he was in danger.But at such a juncture, the men with swords don't have the energy to care about this kind of thing they are used to... The leader, Tsukimune Munejin, turned his head naturally, showing a relaxed expression that was completely different from the previous behavior, and stretched out his hand. Stretching towards that arm: "Hahaha, this is something that should be done for you. There is still filth on it, Mr. Zhizhi, please leave it to me, otherwise the filth entering the body will also cause diseases——Ah, It's broken."
It's just that the moment Mikazuki Munekin's gauntleted fingertips touched the enemy's sword, the arm that still maintained its original shape in Akechi Mitsuhide's hand was like an object piled up with dust, and it collapsed quickly just by touching it When it fell down, everything from the muscles and skull to the blade that still had the color of gold and iron turned into a pool of useless rotten ashes.
Even Mikazuki Zongjin did not expect such a violent reaction.The handsome young man in hunting clothes pursed his lips, and after thinking about it for a moment, he soon showed a relaxed and tolerant smile: "Is it in Mr. Wise's hands to keep the original shape? Oh, I didn't know it beforehand." , I'm really sorry."
"It doesn't matter." Akechi Mitsuhide just shook his head lightly, and asked, "Then do I also have filth on my body?"
"It's more accurate to let the shrine's sword take a look." Mikazuki Munechi smiled and looked at the other shrine swords in the team except Jiro Tachi, who was still entangled with Hori Hidemasa, "What do you think of Ishikirimaru?"
"...Mr. Akechi was originally weak. Even if he hadn't been in contact with the time-traveling army, he should be covered with filth." Ishikimaru only pondered for a while before giving the answer, "But now it seems that whether it's filth or Spiritual power doesn't exist here with Mr. Wise."
"Is it an insulator?" Saburo immediately gave a reaction that was completely out of tune with the current situation, "It's the physique that can become the protagonist—a powerful characteristic, Xiaoguang!"
Akechi Mitsuhide: "...Thank you for your compliment."
Akechi Mitsuhide's intention was not to really ask about the filth on his body - even though he had witnessed the appearance of Fu Sangshen, he had always looked at gods and monsters with a pure and calm gaze that had never been replaced.Rather than wanting to ask about filth, it is more about the aversion to the rare and destroyed items related to the time-traveling army and the exploration of the intentions of the men with swords.After Ishikirimaru gave the answer honestly, and Saburo didn't pay attention to the interruption at all, he silently pressed down the question that should have been continued, and watched quietly as Hori Hidemasa finally slipped from Jiro Tachi's sleeve. He broke out and drove the sword men out of the Japanese room with a cold expression.
After sincerely pleading guilty to Saburo, Hidemasa Hori retreated outside the door again—in the huge Japanese room, only Mitsuhide Akechi and Saburo were left again.
Akechi Mitsuhide stood up, closed the sliding door, and sat back in his original position.The light in the Japanese room was much less because of his actions, only Saburo's eyes were still as bright as the morning stars in the dim Japanese room.
"How could Xiaoguang think that it is something like a hand to get something from the Time Traveling Army." Not affected by the episode just now, Saburo's tone was familiar to Akechi Mitsuhide, like a child complaining casually.
"Because of 'history'."
In the enclosed space alone with Saburo, Akechi Mitsuhide habitually took off his face scarf.The Japanese room is not completely dark, and it can be easily adapted by human eyes. In Saburo's eyes, Mitsuhide Akechi's expression and subtle movements can be seen at a glance, and the latter has no intention of hiding it, just calmly put his thoughts Confidentially.
"Whether it's the swordsman or Saburo, your thoughts on 'Honnoji' are all based on 'history'. Only when I understand what 'history' looks like can I understand your world and your thoughts. Right. If the sword knows history, isn’t it the same for the time-traveling army?”
"If you want to know about this—you can also ask Touken."
"It's impossible for them to tell me." Akechi Mitsuhide said rationally, "and it's impossible for me to ask them—Saburo, I'm not interested in 'history' itself. It prompted me to bring back the things about the time-traveling army , there is only one reason why I want to know the 'real history'..."
"I, want to change the fate of 'Oda Nobunaga died in the Honnoji Incident'."
He stared at Saburo with a calm tone as if he was narrating a battle report, but those short words clearly contained unshakable strength.
"I want to change history."
"What do you think of my arrogant thoughts..."
Akechi Mitsuhide is not on the side of the Time Traveling Army. (emphasis added)
This actually involves the essential composition of the sword man and the time retrograde army, as well as the related setting of the real reason (spiritual power) that the sword man can cause damage to the time retrograde army.Let me tell you directly that the bodies of the time-traveling army will not be preserved, because no matter who they are, they actually have spiritual power in their bodies, whether they are weak or not, and the stumps left by them after death cannot bear this.Only contact with a person like Mitsuhide Akechi who has no spiritual power will not make them collapse.But even so, the preservation of this arm was an accident.The specifics of why are left for a later date.
In fact, this feature is related to the future show operations of sword men... However, it is not the time yet.
Today's scenario simulation question is, if Saburo gives the answer of "I agree" or "I don't want you to change", what will Akechi Mitsuhide's response be?
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Thanks Mr. S for the grenade!mwah! !
——and nutrient solution.
读者“亚修”,灌溉营养液+202018-06-0820:55:41
读者“巧敏”,灌溉营养液+12018-06-0813:15:22
读者“黑色沙门君”,灌溉营养液+12018-06-0811:35:18
读者“颜荀子”,灌溉营养液+202018-06-0808:07:58
——Thank you for your nutrition!mwah!
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