“…… Don't interject children. ”

Wang Yu bent her fingers on Flandro's forehead in annoyance, and the little girl shrunk her neck in pain, and then followed the link between the two to transmit her strength.

[What a pity, little brother.] Wang Yu sighed, his body gradually solidified, and a coat of arms composed of a long sword and bone wings bloomed on his forehead with a scarlet brilliance, ominous and dazzling.

[I'm still ...... Can't let you pass. ”

Just as the boy slowly drew his sword from his waist, carving bones and flowers, the sweet voice of the monster sage interrupted his movements.

"Anyway, it's all here, Brother Wang Yu might as well let the little demon dream go and have fun. ”

Yakumo smiled a bewitching and dangerous smile, her dark purple eyes flashing with a treacherous light.

"It's a big deal to let both Lan and Lingxian reduce their output. ”

“…… If it is your wish, Lord Sage. ”

Wang Yu pushed the half-drawn Levatin back into the scabbard, the coat of arms on his forehead dimmed and disappeared, and his body was a little more ethereal on the original basis, and he returned to the void form.

"Huh, big brother, why don't you use Fran's power?"

"If I keep my body, the little girl with her brain won't turn will try to hack me to death. ”

Sure enough, Soul Demon Dream's face was full of obvious disappointment and dissatisfaction. She slashed the Bailou Sword over Wang Hao's neck with great longing, causing the young man to frown.

[Attention, little brother.] Wang Yu flicked his fingers, and the alarm in his heart suddenly made the soul demon dream suddenly make an iron plate bridge and retreat sharply, and looked at Wang Yu vigilantly.

Wang Yu, who had just popped out a wisp of nothingness, sighed: [You are very rude like this. 】

“…… Sorry, but it's abrupt. ”

Soul Demon Dream bowed slightly, she seemed to finally realize the danger of Wang Hao, and no longer tried to test Wang Yu's patience.

[Go play, have fun. 】

The boy waved his hand in disinterest, signaling the soul demon dream to hurry into the cage.

[Be careful, don't die.] 】

Wang Hao's dark eyes were indifferent.

The moment the Soul Demon Dream appeared here, he knew that this plan had essentially gone bankrupt. It's just that the young man is still unwilling, he doesn't want to give up when he is just about to kick the door.

But in fact...... Earlier than that, when Yakumo Lan showed his strength no less than his, he understood in his heart how slim success was, and he just didn't want to feel regrets when he fought hard.

Although I have been mentally prepared for failure for a long time, I will still feel uncomfortable when it really comes.

"Blue, come back. ”

"Ahh

Yakumo purple retracted the folding fan, and a little farther away into the battlefield, those black mist gathered, forming chains around Yakumo Blue, the fox shouted loudly in dissatisfaction, but it gradually weakened with the reduction of the dragon chapter and phoenix urn on his body, and finally those chains suddenly retracted, locking Yakumo Blue.

Wang Yu also gradually reduced the supply of power to Reisen, but compared to the crispness and neatness of the Yakumo Purple Sealing God, the demon always had a feeling of reluctance here, those lava traces slowly bridged, but the red light always refused to dim, until the cracks like broken porcelain completely closed, and the last trace of red light was extinguished.

At this time, the soul demon dream who dragged a humanoid ghost to the arena was also very obediently waiting for the changes on the two opponents to end, and she would only try to sneak attack when facing an almost invincible enemy like Wang Hao - after all, victory is more important than integrity.

Wang Yu rubbed the cuff of his left hand while looking at the battle like child's play in the field, his face sinking like water.

Is it a coincidence that things have turned into the situation that no one expected now? Or did Yakumo Purple call for foreign help?

After all, the relationship between the owner of the White Jade Building, to which the soul demon dream belongs, and Yakumo Zi is really too close, and it can't make people forget the foreign aid of the monster sage.

Because he didn't have to put all his strength into Reisen, and because the bear child had been locked up, Wang Yu recovered his physical body.

In fact, he didn't like that useful form of nothingness very much, every time he entered the form of nothingness, there would always be a wave of fear in his heart for no reason, as if he would gradually become a pure spectator, a ghost hovering over Gensokyo, the world was independent, the world was useless to him, and he was meaningless to the world.

Wang Yu suddenly understood why there were very few people among the reincarnation priests who awakened the origin of nothingness, although this was an origin that was strong enough to ensure a 100% success rate, but the feeling that he was gradually dissipating every minute and second, returning to nothingness, being devoured by the hollow in his body every moment, and heading towards destruction, was really terrible.

The only way to overcome it is to become stronger, to keep getting stronger, to become stronger faster than it dissipates, and only then can it not be erased.

Although Wang Yu will no longer be killed by his own strength, the feeling of being stuck in his throat is still the same, he knows that it is his own psychological effect, but he is still like a monster chasing behind him.

Especially now, when the threat of humanity is so huge that he despairs, he doesn't even know when Gensokyo will be shattered, and the brilliance of technology will shine and dissipate the monster dust in the corner of history, and the iron hooves of human beings will trample all over the world.

He sighed.

"Welcome, Your Excellency Princess of the Dead. But do you both master and servant like attacks without greeting each other?

The young man reached out his right hand behind him and twisted a pale pink anti-soul butterfly.

The undead princess, who has hair of the same color as the anti-soul butterfly, laughs innocently and gracefully, and unlike the childish innocence of the soul demon dream, Yuyuko of Saigyoji Temple shows an innocent self that is closer to washing away the lead.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, the Anti-Soul Butterfly is pure death, and a wandering deceased like you is very attractive to it. I've heard Purple mention you and say you're a very good young youkai. ”

Wang Yu withdrew his hand, he turned around, looked at the lifelike butterfly in his hand, and showed a courtesy smile.

"Then why is it that the undead princess is here, and do you want to teach me some life lessons as an elder?"

"No, Wang Yujun. Seijiji Yuyuko's smile was gentle and mature, "I'm just coming to see an old friend." ”

"Did you see that?"

"Not yet. ”

The undead princess tilted her head in confusion: "But Wang Yujun, I want to remind you." ”

"Although you are already a god, you are still dead after all. ”

"And the dead thing...... It's going to rot. ”