Basement, humiliation, strange spatial imprisonment.
Ibaraki Doji's current situation is very pessimistic.
But something even worse is yet to come.
Multiple people.
She faced many enemies, not just "Inujiro" who occupied her right hand——
First, a black drone flew out deftly, then crashed into somewhere in the hotel and disappeared again.
Only an illusory drone phantom is left, floating in the center of the battlefield. The camera rotates back and forth to faithfully record everything that is about to happen.
The war correspondent began his work.
The illusion left behind by the drone ghost story is of course nothing on the battlefield.
But there were also seven figures with unified auras who appeared together. They appeared from all over the chaotic black lines of the hotel, holding various weapons, gearing up and eager to try:
"Let's fight! Let's fight! We haven't done anything for a long time. Where is Master's enemy this time?"
"That evil spirit looks like it's worth fighting!"
"..."
The surging red mist was boiling noisily, and a childish and strange children's song was sung in the mist. The sound was far away and sometimes near. A red and black dress was swaying in the surging red, appearing and disappearing, changing its position.
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The slender and tall figure in a dress was dragging a huge machete with a terrifying shape, and there were several red spirits in the shape of children surrounding the owner of the blood mist, clapping their hands and laughing. The children's innocent laughter was obscured by the mist, and they were in harmony with each other.
The sounds of children's songs blend together to make people shudder.
And the sky above at this time.
In the basement, there is no such thing as air.
But those strange and messy black lines seemed to be drawn upward by an invisible hand, forcibly breaking through a non-existent space.
The air was covered with a large piece of moving pale color, and it kept making whining sounds.
It was a huge beast made of skulls. On top of the layers of bones, there sat a blue-haired child like a porcelain doll.
The moment Ibaraki raised his head and met the child's eyes, the other party waved a gorgeous scepter in his hand, and a piece of pale color in the air was crushed downwards!
At the same time, several melee units in the seven-man army launched tentative attacks in cooperation.
Including Maki Tsuruta, who is dressed in a white evening dress and holds a roaring electric saw; Junichiro, who holds a huge iron rod and only wears a crotch cloth; and the samurai Inao, who holds two swords and has superb swordsmanship.
The three of them disappeared simultaneously into the black line of the hotel, and then reappeared like ghosts.
He appeared next to Ibaraki again.
Chainsaws, iron rods, and swords roared in from three directions, blocking all evasive angles!
"Don't underestimate me!"
Ibaraki Doji's eyes were like torches, clearly flashing with anger.
Her translucent white right arm disappeared.
Bah la - bah la -
Sounds like bones and muscles tearing and stretching continued to come from the ground around Ibaraki.
In an instant, a huge white illusory arm, with its five fingers bent and spread out, suddenly rushed out from the messy black lines.
This giant hand was several stories high, with rows of ferocious bone spurs growing out of the pale tendons. With just such a charge, it had the terrifying aura that could be pulled out by mountains, crushing the three emperors to pieces.
.Then, the giant hand opened and closed, and the skeletal whale that attacked from the air was directly captured by it.
The huge skeletal whale was in the palm of the giant hand, just like a ceramic toy, fragile and fragile.
Kaka.
The giant hand clenched tightly, and the skeleton whale let out a shrill cry, the bones cracked open, and bone fragments flew everywhere.
The blue whale spirit floats up and returns to the large conch that transformed into a whale.
"Do you want to capture me with just three or two Aragami?"
With one successful attack, Ibaraki Doji gained great momentum.
Just when she was about to wave her giant hand and kill all the two Aragami in the pile of bones above her head and in the red mist——
"Puff!"
A high-pitched animal cry sounded from nowhere.
Not far away from the entanglement of black lines, a blur of red light jumped out deftly like a dream.
As a strong controller on the battlefield, Little Tapir already has rich experience in facing powerful enemies.
It knows that the more powerful the enemy is, the more difficult it is to control it directly by directly applying [Mleep Dream].
But you can catch the enemy's attack gap.
The gap between the ups and downs of the enemy's attack can be understood as "back swing". This fleeting gap between attacks is the easiest to control.
The joint probing attack by the three imperial concubines and the little whale just now undoubtedly gave the dream-eating tapir such an opportunity!
Vast red clouds rose up in the intersecting space between the basement and the hotel, and suddenly enveloped Ibaraki Doji.
"Pffff."
The little tapir began to exert force, trying to drag Ibaraki into a dream.
Of course, it is difficult to completely put an A-level enemy to sleep whose strength is far superior to it.
But it is not difficult to create a blank space of thought for one or two seconds!
The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and one or two seconds can change a lot.
Sure enough, Ibaraki Doji's thinking was stagnant, and even his majestic anger disappeared instantly, and his mind was filled with sweet dreams.
"Damn it!"
But soon, she woke up again.
The moment my senses recovered, it was already too late.
"Mary, behind you."
"Ouch!"
A heavy cold blade fell on my back, and a raging fire rushed towards me in front of me.
Mari and Inugami completed a pincer attack on Ibaraki Douji!
Inugami bit down hard on Ibaraki's left shoulder, his fangs penetrated the skin, and scarlet rotten poison poured into the flesh.
Hiss!
A huge gash was opened in the white cloak by Mary's machete, and bright red blood smeared in the tear in the fabric.
After all, Ibaraki Doji is an A-level ghost, the famous ghost of Rashomon.
An attack of this magnitude would only cause her flesh wounds.
This shouldn't be the case!
He only faced a few Aragami, but he was injured at the beginning of the fight?
"Ouch!"
The moment Mary dropped the machete, Inugami let go.
Under the impact of the powerful sword, Ibaraki Doji was thrown to the side and fell into a messy and tangled black thread of the hotel, like a ball of wool.
Logically speaking, she should fall to the ground soon.
But the feeling of weightlessness still enveloped Ibaraki.
Fall, fall.
In the field of vision, black lines twist and turn gorgeously, like a living, absurd meticulous painting.
From time to time, there will be cold-toned white light, flashing from all directions, damp carpets, and mottled burgundy wallpapers, moving back and forth from far to near.
To be continued...