When the golden light cleared, a man dressed very strangely appeared. The man first confirmed his identity in a stereotypical tone, and then said something unbelievable to him.

The man said that he had been chosen to become some kind of "Inquisitor" because of his high force and "exceptional qualities as a great general", so he was given this opportunity to get out of this mortal situation and go into the future, to dominate the gods of death awakened from the sword, and to fight some of the dangerous enemies they had designated.

"Then you'll have a chance to do it all over again," the man persuaded him in a beautiful voice.

"Don't you hate those who have failed you, manipulated your fate at will, who have vainly regarded your loyalty and bravery, who are afraid of your high skills, who want to let you die for no reason, and who have such a great opportunity for revenge now. As long as you agree to become a God Inquisitor, you will have a chance to meet them again on the battlefield in the future. When the time comes, they will no longer be able to plot against you, as long as you fight with integrity, think carefully about who else is your opponent."

Then, in a desperate situation, he really didn't have a better choice. I just accepted the other party's kindness and came here, under the pseudonym "Yashima Yoriyoshi", and fought against those strange "time-traced marches" day after day, but every time I returned to my own Honmaru, I only felt more empty inside.

He did not meet his brother Minamoto Yoritomo on the battlefield. As for Fujiwara Yasuhiro, he actually didn't see each other again with his own eyes.

There was a battlefield open to these so-called "inquisitors" that did coincide with the final point of his life, the Battle of Atsuga Shizan, and there he was also faced with a strange march back in time. After the victory, all he watched was how Genji's army defeated Hiraizumi's army. From beginning to end, he was a bystander to both Minamoto Yorito's victory and Fujiwara Yasuhiro's defeat, and those two men never appeared at Atsuga Shizan.

He came to realize that he might have been deceived by the same guy the government of the time had been sent to recruit him in the first place. And living a thousand years later, he was able to see in those history books that the events of the afterlife included not only the victory of Minamoto Yorito, the establishment of the Kamakura shogunate, and the defeat and death of Fujiwara Yasuhiro, but also the fact that his beloved Jinggozen was captured by Minamoto Yoritomo after being separated from him, and that he had secretly survived in all kinds of humiliation, and that he had given birth to their son, and then that Minamoto Yoritomo had brutally and mercilessly murdered the infant who he should have called his nephew, and that Jinggozen died at such a young age.

In the end, he was the only one who survived, and he was the only one who endured all this torture and pain, as he tasted the bitter loneliness and the hopelessness of revenge, and watched his brother as the first shogun of the Kamakura shogunate to be remembered and worshipped by future generations.

He has nothing left, only this identity that he can't get rid of, binds him, and makes him like an earthbound spirit, forever bound to the mourning god who nominally belongs to his command, but is full of non-other races, and may never be able to let him truly trust wholeheartedly, entrust each other, bind to him, unable to refuse, unable to abandon, forever living in the future time, forever living in the crevice of time, through this stolen, long and lonely life

With such a deep pain, how could the woman in front of her understand it.

Oh, even if Hiraizumi met this woman in front of him a long, long time ago, they couldn't reach a mutual understanding due to their different positions.

He hated his brother Minamoto Yorito, who betrayed the trust between their brothers to make achievements together, and hated that his childhood friend Fujiwara Yasuhiro, who had grown up together, finally abandoned their friendship for his own position, and betrayed the promise that his father Fujiwara Hidehiro had made to attack his residence and attack his generals, in order to exchange him for his brother Minamoto Yoritoshi for the opportunity to steal his life

He even began to hate his identity as a god inquisitor, not only did he fail to take revenge, but because he did not return to his family to find his family, and as a god inquisitor, he had to fulfill the responsibility of preserving the original state of history. And what is the original appearance of history, it is that his brother killed him, and it was his important person who took the world, and all of them died, his wife, his son, his daughter, and his generals who were loyal to him

He stared resentfully at the young woman in front of him who was still calm, thinking that when he was separated from her, Jing Yuqian seemed to be about the same age as her now.

However, Jing soon fell into the hands of Minamoto Yorito, and withered like a delicate flower that had fallen into the dark mire.

However, the bride of Fujiwara Taiheng in front of him is still living wantonly and doing bold things, as if there are countless tomorrows

He remembered that in the documents and records that the government had shown him, the words "mistakenly identified as Fujiwara Yasuhiro, the adopted daughter of Genji, were specially built to prove his sincerity in order to prepare for his marriage."

Even if it was for the sake of carrying out the mission, repairing history, what she did, in his opinion, was intolerable

He slowly raised his knife. The blade of the famous knife he named "Thin Green" still reflected a glimmer of light in the darkness.

He pointed the tip of his knife at the young woman in front of him.

"What are you here for tonight?" he asked slowly.

Then he heard the woman's clear voice.

"I want to know if you're righteous. ”

She replied bluntly with a striking candor.

"I wonder why some Inquisitors have disappeared like you from unknown or inexplicable origins, just like the former Inquisitor of the Honmaru I took over. ”

"I want to know what kind of laws are used to determine our life and death or fate, and who is manipulating them."

"I want to know if we are safe behind the scenes while we are trying our best to preserve history and the world, and whether we can fight with peace of mind and without hesitation every time."

Gen Yoshijing""

He was a little surprised for a moment. Her head was buzzing, as if she couldn't understand what she was saying. Then he heard her tone soothe, summing up the difficult question she had just said.

"I wonder if we will suffer the same fate as you at some point in the future, for some reason."

"Abandonment and betrayal. ”

He felt dizzy as she whispered the last two words.

He didn't want to admit that the woman in front of him had indeed hit him in the key.

It was precisely because of this that he was even more unwilling to give way to her. Because letting a woman standing behind Fujiwara Taiheng say something about "abandonment and betrayal", in addition to making him extremely alert, it also made him feel the danger just like he felt when he faced the thousands of troops outside the door in the high gate.

It is as if the world on which it depends, once it retreats, will lose its support in an instant, wither, fall, collapse, shake its foundation, and become a pile of ruins, shattered to pieces.

He pursed his lips and was silent for a moment before he said, "You said very nicely, but I can't let you go." ”

"Because I've been betrayed and abandoned by Genji and Fujiwara once, in Hiraizumi, in Takadate, no matter which side you are, I can't trust you so much."

The more he spoke, the louder his voice became, and at last he seemed to rekindle his fighting spirit and anger, and he shouted, "It's useless to draw the sword, I don't care about the future, anyway, I am already a dead man, even if I am betrayed again, it is impossible to die a second time."

The young woman in front of him seemed to be stunned for a moment, and for a moment he noticed that her eyes were rolling by the light from the tip of the small wooden stick in her hand, as if wondering whether he was a "dead man" or not, and whether he should look at him with the strange eyes of a ghost.

Then, with a slight flick of her wrist, she shook her head as if sorry for it, extinguishing the light from the tip of the little wooden stick.

When the room suddenly fell into darkness again, he didn't see how she had withdrawn the little stick, only to see her slowly pull out her knife and make a pre-attack stance.

However, the fight did not go smoothly.

Because suddenly there was a crisp knock in the hallway, like the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground in the middle of running. Immediately, a slender figure appeared behind her.

The figure stopped behind the female inquisitor and tilted its head slightly. A glimmer of moonlight shone in through the window beside him, gliding over his slightly shorter head, casting a little platinum-gold light above him.

And under the light of that little platinum-gold light, there seemed to be something strange hidden in the bangs on his forehead, and then he turned his head, and the moment the platinum-gold silk swayed to the side a little, Yuan Yijing saw clearly what the foreign object was.

Tiny horns

He blurted out angrily, "It's you who cut the mustache."

The bone spurs on his back had all been submerged in his body, and only a small horn still grew on his forehead, proving the fact that he had fallen secretly, and Fu Fushen grinned at him, revealing his small pointed tiger teeth.

"Ahh ”

Gen Yoshijing felt the blood rush to the top of his head in an instant.

Who else can there be in the dark fallen mustache cut, this is this

Moreover, the love knife that once belonged to his brother is still innocently expressing infuriating remarks.

"I've heard some of the conversations just now. He said leisurely, pulled out the body knife at his waist, and naturally stopped in front of the female god inquisitor, facing the source Yoshijing, the god inquisitor who had tortured him secretly.

"I have a good suggestion for you, it's not good to be jealous of others, because jealousy will make people turn into evil spirits, so be more tolerant and generous."

Gen Yoshijing""

He barely managed to squeeze a word out between his teeth.

"Jealousy"

Mustache nodded, laughing even more disgustingly.

"Ahh

"Shut up," Yuan Yoshijing shouted, feeling the corners of his forehead on both sides of his face suddenly sudge, as if anger was about to break through his skin from there.

Mustache grinned.

"Then there's nothing more to say," he said after a slight prolongation, then leaned to the inquisitor behind him, "Leave it to me here." Just go ahead and get what you have to do. ”

The Female Inquisitor seemed to hesitate. But she quickly made a choice in the face of the big picture.

"Then please, Mustache-kun," was a light tone in her voice, as if a junior lord was politely assigning tasks to his old and respectable subordinates.

Mustache snorted happily in agreement. Then, he turned back to Gen Yoshijing, and the momentary pleasure on his face had vanished in an instant.

"Righteousness. He called out to Gen Yoshijing. But even if it was an honorific title, his tone sounded very respectful, only cold.

"I'm sorry, it doesn't matter if you're a ghost or a former owner, I'll cut you down."

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