The final outcome of Hohoin Yinshun... Anno Samura is generally clear about it.
"Your Excellency Yishun, I don't want to stop you, but before the fight begins, I have something to remind you."
Zuocun glanced at Hohowon Yinshun who was standing beside him.
He knew exactly what the purpose of Hohowon Yinshun's appearance in this place was.
But he......
He couldn't stop it.
"If you stay in this place with me, you will die."
"You will fall into eternal hell."
All he can do is give him a reminder as he is now.
"It doesn't matter."
Treasure Courtyard Yishun smiled freely.
"If I can fight side by side with Lord Samura Anno, it doesn't matter even if I die?"
"This is what Mr. Zuocun said. This is the battlefield of the dead. The meaning of our stay in this place is to give the living a chance to live - isn't it?"
Zuo Cun was slightly startled, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and he nodded.
"Then, Your Excellency Zuocun, the poor monk is here!"
...
After escaping for a certain distance, Miyamoto Musashi and Fujimaru Ritsuka finally stopped.
"Ouch..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka was still holding Asao and Tasuke in her arms. The two children were very scared of what they just saw.
"What kind of world is this..."
Musashi's hand was still on the handle of the knife, and he sighed involuntarily.
Evil spirits are rampant and hell is coming to the world——
If this is really the so-called "singularity", it would be too much——
"Ah Xiu, how far is your grandfather's thatched hermitage from here?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked back nervously, but no one followed her, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
Ah Xiu once told her that her grandfather's thatched hermitage would not be invaded by bandits in any case. Although it was not clear whether it was just because he was hiding and not being entangled by those evil spirits or the like, or was it the thatched hermitage?
If there really are any characteristics, or if there is no "mechanism" for those evil spirits to "enter the house", Fujimaru Ritsuka must send Amari and Tasuke back as soon as possible.
Tasuke lay on his sister's back, still sobbing, but looking very tired and dozing off a bit.
"It's actually not far away when you enter the bamboo forest. You can reach it just by walking along the road."
Azai held Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand tightly, her voice filled with tears.
"My dear Musashi, let's send Ah Xiu back as soon as possible."
Miyamoto Musashi stood in the middle of the road, looking eagerly in the direction he came from, as if he wanted to wait for the figures of the two people to appear.
"......Um."
...
"Get away!"
The Noble Phantasm [Eleven Styles in the Obscuring Moon] has been used. The Yinshun King Kong of the Treasure Academy glared angrily and swept his spear across, forcing Assassin back. At the same time, he fired a backhand shot and pierced Rider's heart.
"Useless."
Ping!
Rider's strength was unimaginable, and he easily blocked Hohoin Yinshun's Jumonji Gun. With a slight shake of the sword, Hohoin Yinshun had to take a few steps back.
"Lancer, you can't escape."
"For you, this is a kind of helplessness, this is a kind of sadness - as a heroic spirit destined to bear the karma, you were summoned with normal humanity."
Rider sighed, shook his head slightly, and sighed.
"Ah, how helpless..."
Zuo Cun looked gloomy.
The original person of that servant, Minamoto Yorimitsu, knew this woman.
If it were a head-to-head confrontation, even if he was currently working as a Saber agent, he would have absolutely no chance of winning, and now——
"Hehehehe, don't divert your attention, despicable ghost hunter." A terrifying aura exuded around the body of Beraserker Zhonghehehe, and the wine was surging under his feet, attacking Zuomura, "You didn't return it just now.
Did you simply cut off my head? Why are you avoiding attacking me now?"
"Do you feel sorry for me?"
On the other side of Berserker, Archer opened the longbow in his hand, forcing Zuomura's position to change back and forth.
This kind of offensive...
That Saber and that Caster over there haven't taken action yet, and it's already so difficult for me and Hohoin Yinshun just to go one and two——
But there is no chance at all.
The arrow whizzed towards Zuocun's head. Zuocun turned over on the spot, grabbed a bamboo leaf with the power of a flying bird, swung back and landed on top of the bamboo forest.
At least from this direction...
Zheng——
Samura's speed was as fast as thunder, and he was behind Berserker almost instantly.
Berserker's head fell down again, but Zuomura didn't stop at all. He picked up Berserker's head and threw it towards Archer. When Archer kicked Berserker's head away,
, Zuo Cun has also arrived in front of Archer.
"Go away——!!!"
call--
However, what Zuocun didn't expect was that a hot breath exploded with Archer as the center. He was unable to dodge and was directly thrown away.
Grasping a bamboo leaf, Zuo Cun stood sideways on a thick bamboo, his eyes becoming more serious.
"To treat my head like this..."
Berserker, who had just been kicked in the head by two people like a ball, had already recovered his head. After putting it back to its original position, he made an angry sound.
"Black rope."
At this moment, Saber spoke.
"Stop playing around and imprison Lancer."
"We don't have time to stay here anymore and struggle. We...must offer the last sacrifice."
There was a chill in his tone.
"Haha, no wonder you are our leader. I really appreciate your decisiveness and filthiness."
Rider Black Rope Hell made a mocking laugh, but he was already following the instructions with his hands.
Among this group of heroic swordsmen, except for the unknown strength of Saber who did not take action, Rider was the most oppressive in frontal battles.
It gives people a kind of absolute fear and absolutely overwhelming power, and it is difficult for ordinary followers to think of resistance.
"snort!"
Hohowon Yinshun didn't know why the other party insisted on restraining him, but in the end - it was definitely not a good thing!
Hazuki's eleven moves are still being activated, and his power can briefly compete with Rider's black rope hell - although it is only for a moment, but at least he has to struggle to resist!
"Without heart, there is no thought; without thought, there is no sword."
Zuo Cun stood sideways on the bamboo, clenched the blade in his hand, and the magic power began to condense on his body.
"Throw away your faith and leave nothing behind, a land of yellow sand without any state of mind."
"It may be clumsy, or it may be tricky, but in the end——"
"It's still the same path I walked on foot."
Samura's sharp eyes like a hawk locked onto Minamoto Yorimitsu, the Rider Black Rope Hell.
"[Heart Feather Wheel·Wingless·Bird Crying]."
Zheng——
The huge sword light flickered in the bamboo forest and disappeared in an instant like thunder.