"They are exactly this kind of people! They obviously have no consciousness, but they are still protecting the world!"
"Fight for survival! Fight for survival!"
"Wow, such a righteous soul is just like——"
"Abe Seimei."
When he said the last name, for some unknown reason, Limbo finally calmed down.
"That's good."
There was no emotion in the voice of the sorcerer sitting in the main seat.
"You have to do it at least to this extent to be worthy of being our roadblock - isn't it?"
"There is no point in killing existences that have no desire to survive. It only makes sense to destroy a world filled with the desire to survive."
Facing the sorcerer’s words——
"yes."
The long swordsman replied briefly and concisely.
"Based on your words and tone, it seems that you appreciate those guys very much. The chess pieces in your hand are almost used, which means it's almost time for me to appear?"
His voice was somewhat hopeful.
"After all - you were the one who spoke to the man waiting to rot in the mountains and turned me back into a human being."
"I have no nostalgia for life. If I can take action this time, maybe I can achieve a glorious death?"
Facing the swordsman's eagerness to try, the magician seemed a little unkind.
"unnecessary."
"You just need to stay by my side."
"Besides, if you take action——"
At this point, the magician stopped talking.
Because of his tone of voice, no one knew what he wanted to say next.
but......
Your Majesty the Magician, what you just wanted to say is——
[If you take action, the matter will probably be solved in no time]——That’s right.
Limbo feels a bit ridiculous.
How could such words come from the mouth of the sorcerer?
It's so ridiculous, so strange.
Just treat it as...
Just think that I was wrong.
"That's it."
The swordsman's tone became a little disappointed and helpless, and he could only shrug.
"Then, I'll just continue to concentrate on being a useless protective knife."
The magician nodded and stood up from his position.
"Our fateful moment - has arrived."
"After experiencing the fateful blood competition, we are finally finished with the journey of being disgusted with the dirty land!"
"As the Holy Grail, the disgusting earth is constantly collecting the souls of heroic swordsmen. Accompanied by many souls, this number has reached five knights!"
"Heroic Swordsman, you are beings who act to achieve your own death, not to show off your reputation as a swordsman."
"The heroic spirit who hides the blood-stained blade in his soul—this! is the true definition of a heroic swordsman!"
Kill - kill!
Then just die.
"A living sacrifice of sad blood that can only do the work of chopping. To the heroic swordsman who exists to achieve the goal of abandoning the filthy land, offer your souls!"
"The remaining two knights are - you!"
"Caster Limbo! Saber Empireo!"
"Being buried in all the previous karma of murder, but still not completely losing the soul of one's own karma! Riding like a thousand ushered in the blades with their self-esteem damaged and filthy!"
"Complete your final mission! By that time, the filthy land of disgust will come to Mr. Xia!"
This is equivalent to -
【Go to death】
command.
"Understood." Saber Empireo's reply was calm and without complaint.
"Everything is my wish, and my destiny can only be realized by turning everything into purgatory."
"What beautiful words..."
Caster Limbo's tone was filled with obsession.
"You can't see any lost dignity or dirty soul in your body. It's precisely because of this that you are so beautiful, ahhh...it's so true that it's hard to accept."
"Please be sure to witness with your own eyes, this has fallen into the abyss, the end of the filthy blade!"
"Please————"
"Be sure to offer a beautiful killing and a wonderful death!!!"
...
at night.
Zuo Cun sat on the tree in front of the hermitage, closed his eyes and meditated, as if the hustle and bustle of the day and the fighting last night had not affected him at all.
He was just sitting there as usual, with a raven resting with him on his shoulder.
Suddenly——
"Gah——"
The raven shouted, then flapped its wings and flew away.
"Lord Musashi, aren't you going to sleep?"
Zuo Cun opened his eyes, without looking down, but he already knew who the person standing below was.
"It's just that I can't sleep a little bit."
Musashi smiled.
"Also, Mr. Samura, as expected, you also have one - the one who can see everything in the world clearly without using eyes."
This is the so-called [mind’s eye].
"No, I've never had anything like that."
Zuocun shook his head.
"I'm just born to be very sensitive to the perception of malice. To be able to activate abilities similar to the mind's eye, I can only use them when I enter that special state, so -"
"Why did you come to me?"
call--
Zuocun jumped down from the tree, reaching a height of more than ten meters. He fell without any movement, and even the dust was not disturbed.
"I'm just curious about Mr. Samura."
Musashi smiled and sat on the steps of the hermitage.
"I'm curious - Mr. Zuocun, why do you become the person you are now?"
"You obviously have unparalleled strength in the world, but you always look down on yourself on various levels. And you, a person who is dissatisfied with yourself in every possible way, who likes to hide behind others and pay silently before leaving quietly, how can you actually do this?
Among all the swordsmanship I have seen, he is using the most magnificent Hyaktori style swordsmanship."
"You are a wonderful person. It's a pity that I was born in a world that doesn't know you, so I have no way of knowing everything about you, so you-"
"Would you mind talking about it?"
This is not Musashi gossip.
She could feel it from Zuo Cun's sword.
I feel that there used to be an unparalleled and powerful self-confidence and pride in Zuocun.