Wang Yu was as idle as ever, and although the battle with Ibuki Suyaka did not hurt his muscles and bones, he still suffered some losses.

Flandoro is called away by her annoying sister, Sakiya is also working, Red Misuzu is meeting with Zhou Gong, Pache is working on a concept mix, and the teenager has been reluctant to get close to the Bavaru Magic Library lately...... In this Red Devil Pavilion, Wang Hao rarely experienced the feeling of being the only one left.

Honestly, it's not bad either.

He lay in a bamboo rocking chair, a glass of blood in his hand, lazily basking in the moon in the garden, his mind racing.

The boy felt that since he fought with Kazami Yuka, the little girl's concern for him began to be a little overkill. He's an immortal undead, not a fragile piece of porcelain...... Well, in the eyes of the big monster, he is more fragile than porcelain, but not every moment there is a big monster who wants to kill him.

Even the biggest enemy, Yakumo Murasaki, has adopted a policy of free development for himself, just waiting for the last to reap the fruits of victory, otherwise he will not appear in the Red Devil Pavilion.

But then again...... What is the use of himself to Yakumo Purple? At present, it seems that the most likely thing is the origin of "nothingness". Nothingness is the end of all things and the beginning of all things, and the self who has this origin can be said to be the biggest Earth Mother God in a sense, and if it is used well, it can even separate Gensokyo to form a new world, so that all demons will no longer be restrained by inhibitions.

This is definitely an unrefusable ** for Yakumo Zi, who regards the demon clan as his everything.

Only, is that possible?

"Hmph. The corners of the young man's lips curled into a sneer, he was grateful to Yakumo Zi for bringing him to this dark and beautiful world, but Wang Yu would not sit still because of this.

If you want to gain independence from the Transcendent-level inhibition power, you must at least have the Transcendent-level combat power. Because above the transcendent and below the transcendent, there are completely two worlds.

The possibility of the birth of a transcendent outside the main god space is really very small, and the most famous is O-A-A in the American comics, which is "infinite fantasy".

The Beyoners actually have a more apt alias, called "Lord God Reserve".

Each transcendent has gained absolute dominance over the concept they own, and the multiverse has an infinite number of worlds, each with a different description of a particular concept. So a concept that is in the hands of a transcendent is extended, and in the end He gains infinity. Therefore, there is no point in fighting between transcendentals, at least in the context of the goal of "killing each other".

The vast majority of transcendentals will connect their universes in parallel after a long and boring period to create something similar to the main god space, but the style varies according to personal preference. Some are nostalgic balls of light, some are black eggs, a little more literary and artistic are marked with ghost head bronze doors or nightmare tattoos, those with childish hearts will be incarnated by silver Trojan horses, and of course, there are also the idiots like Kang Jichuan who are bound by the obsessions of the past, and he has only controlled one world so far, that is, the crystal wall system where a certain singer is located.

And what is the concept of the inhibition of its own world?

Thinking about the information he had received from his captain, the boy squinted his eyes and drank a mouthful of blood nonchalantly.

Something seemed to be stirring in the darkness, and the qi of the unknown person locked onto the black-clothed young man, and Wang Hao was still swinging the rocking chair leisurely like an old man, frowning and thinking.

A pitch-black sword melted into the night and struck quietly.

The ghostly silent blade had already pressed against the back of the boy's neck, and the sharp blade easily cut through the slender hair, about to pierce into the flesh. The icy touch is centered on the tip of the sword, spreading across the skin, making the boy feel like falling into an ice cave.

Like a red-hot knife slicing through butter, the black sword easily pierced the young man's throat, and the familiar feeling of flesh and bones being sliced made the comer relax slightly. He seemed to be able to see the ridiculous expression on Wang Hao's face that had not had time to turn into shock and panic, and he pulled the blade from the corpse with some disappointment and sighed softly.

Behind him, a black-clothed, long-haired young man held a short knife and smiled silently.

Suddenly, the Assassin jerked his head up, his flexible arm allowing the black sword to stop in front of the Thorn Blade at the last moment, and then slashed to pieces in the next instant.

"I forgot to tell you, I've now developed a good habit of using doppelgangers as bait, and I'm no longer the crude mirror technique I used to be. ”

"I mean, I'm probably the least likely opponent you're going to defeat in my class. ”

The boy who had been attacked was not so annoyed, he spat out a piece of steel between his teeth, spread his hands casually, and shrugged his shoulders.

"You should know that, too, Sakiya. ”

"That's why I should come to you to hone my skills. ”

The perfect and dashing servant stood up ten meters away from the boy and drew two beautifully carved daggers. The two daggers were wrapped with red thunder and black mist respectively, and as the master's mind expanded, they turned into slender blades.

"You won't refuse, Wang. ”

“Yes，my－lady.”

Wang Yu bowed, his demeanor was impeccable, but he still held the murderous knife in his hand.

"My pleasure. ”

The boy smiled gently and politely, and looked at Sixteen Rooms. Different from Wang Hao's relaxed and freehand attitude, the posture of the head maid is still perfect, but the cautious vigilance of facing the enemy is fully revealed.

The strength of the deacon and the maid is actually equal, but when the suspension of her greatest reliance on time has no effect on Wang Yu, the battle between the two is destined to become a one-sided situation.

And Wang Hao's mixed abilities also make assassinating him impossible - although he is still far from being a maid, Wang Hui is also an excellent assassin, but he prefers to fight head-on rather than assassinate him.

The head maid, who is well versed in the boy's character, will not be fooled by his careless appearance, the monster's bad temperament has made him habitually assume the posture of fooling his opponents, but both sides know that it is useless.

"Don't attack me? Then I'll take the lead. ”

After a long standoff, Wang Hao's deep and gentle voice broke the deadlock.

The young man smiled gently and indifferently, and just as Sixteen Nights were guarding the double knives in his hands, the corpse on the rocking chair exploded with a bang, turning into a bloody sweet red mist that was so thick that it could not be dispersed.

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During this time, I was tired of becoming a dog, and I was going to update it at noon for two consecutive days, but I thought about lying down for a while and resting...... One noon passed.