"Police officer, are you sure you're not kidding? The clergy of the small shrine? Are you sure it's not your secret weapon in your countermeasures class? Otherwise, why can he look directly?"

After the initial shock.

The warrior geese gradually calmed down.

But soon, new questions emerged.

"No, there is, I don't know!"

Masato Fujiki replied, lifting his right hand, forming a seal in front of his nose, and looking at the Natsuki Kitahara.

Observe him carefully.

No points worth paying attention to were found.

ordinary.

It's so ordinary that there's not even a highlight.

The spirit of the ‘straight’ level.

Because it has just transformed into blood that appears turbid.

And ordinary human body structure.

"Can your eyes look straight into those eyes?"

"If I could, I wouldn't bow my head."

Masato Fujiki put down his hand and turned his eyes away from the body of Nanfeng, Niharahara and the Lord of God.

Who knows if the Lord of God will suddenly turn his head?

"Then why?"

"I want to ask, too."

"talent?"

"I want to ask, too."

“…”

“…”

The two suddenly fell into silence together.

After a while.

"If his talent, or strange ability, is useful to all erosion objects, plus his physical fitness, and... that move.

It will probably be easier to conquer in the future."

The warrior Yan looked at the Nanfeng of Beiyuan who was punching the Lord of the Ping clan with one punch and one punch, and still felt a little scared when he thought of the move he called out just now.

"Yes." Fujiki Makoto frowned, a little absent-minded.

"What's wrong? Do you want to absorb him into a special countermeasure class? That's right, after all, your eyes don't have the same effect as him."

"I'm just a little person, I don't care about the countermeasures class."

Masato Fujiki shook his head, hesitated for a while, and then said, "I was wondering, if his talent was really useful to all eroded clergy, then what would those priests who took the initiative to seek erosion and did not go crazy about this..."

The warrior geese were stunned.

This was also thought of.

He suddenly looked at the back of Beiyuan Nanfeng.

It's a little scary.

Although there are examples of erosion out of control.

Like the one who was beaten in front of him.

But risks are often proportional to returns.

There is risk, there is profit.

The fastest improvement in strength.

Absolute suppression.

These two benefits alone.

It's enough for almost all great shrines.

Go and try to take the initiative to accept the erosion of the gods.

In fact.

The top shrines are now.

Almost every one.

All clergy actively or passively become ‘invisible’.

These ‘people’ are hidden in the deepest part of the shrine.

It is also a well-known secret weapon.

As long as you don’t step out of the shrine, the senior management of the Special Countermeasures Department will adopt a laissez-faire attitude towards this.

As long as you don’t feel like the Hiraki God Lord in front of you, you will completely lose control and step out of the shrine.

But now.

This secret weapon may be useless to a certain clergy.

Things are subtle.

It would be even more subtle if the young man not far away chose the former between "serving the government and the gods".

The Samurai Yan glanced at Makoto Fujiki, which was meaningful.

"…I saw nothing, police officer."

"Aren't you going to talk to Hachimangu?" Fujiki Masato looked at him, "If that young man is really effective for all eroded clergy, it will be a good thing for Hachimangu. Whether the three major Hachimangus are Usa, Ishi Kiyomizu, Tsuruoka, Usa, Ishi Kiyomizu, and Ishi Kiyomizu, but it is not yet concluded."

Samurai Yanyi whispered: "I don't have that strong sense of glory. If the Hachiman God appears in front of me, I can consider it."

"Yeah?"

Masato Fujiki smiled bitterly and said, "Then if that Valkyrie comes to me personally, I will think about it... because after all, it's all about me.

That boy seemed to be hard to get along with.

You saw his appearance just now, so why did I try to make myself trouble?"

The warrior geese was silent for a moment.

Nodded and agreed:

"Indeed... In addition, I think he is more suitable for maces than knives. I don't know if my knife can come back intact."

Masato Fujiki: "..."

...

On the other side.

The North Yuan Nanfeng had already put the Lord of the Ping clan to the ground.

He pressed on the Lord of the Ping clan.

Still punched His mask one by one.

The mask looked cracked.

But unexpectedly solid.

Moreover, most importantly, He was covered with great armor, and he could only play with a relatively fragile mask.

With his punches again and again.

The Lord of the Ping family, who was suppressed by him, became weaker and weaker.

He stared at him again and again.

The pupils are dyed golden.

Glazed at the north plain and south wind.

So huge... If Fujiki Masato or Samurai Yan comes to face it, the spirit that lies down may be lingering around the Nanfeng of Beihara.

But it seems that they have all failed.

like water off a duck's back.

Since the north and south wind looked at Him directly.

He was like a stronger ordinary person wearing great armor.

Click.
To be continued...