Divine weapons have their own spirits, and they can hurt people even if they don't pass through the blade.

The two rituals of the finger injury were not angry but happy, and the face of the gender was undisguised eagerness:

"It's really a good knife, it's even better than I thought, and it's not the same dimension as the nine-character combination at all - it's decided, you are my knife!"

"No, wait. No, no, no, no, this is a failure!"

Seeing the firm attitude, the old man's indifferent and breezy attitude finally broke through.

"You, I won't say anything nasty, only this, you better don't use it, I'll forge it for you again. ”

"No need, that's it!"

The rainbow brilliance in Shi's eyes was unprecedentedly brilliant and almost overflowing. At the moment when her momentum climbed to the extreme, the cut hand stretched out again. The magic knife also began to tremble at the same time.

"Hey!"

The old man rushed to stop him, but he just stepped out of one leg and retracted back.

"Huh?"

As a legendary swordsmith who can forge magic knives, the world in the eyes of the old man is very different from others.

He could see the aura on the magic knife like a raging storm, surging madly towards the hand that was constantly dripping blood, as if he was unwilling to crush it completely.

In the face of such a violent aura, the slender hand just waved slightly. Surprisingly, a seemingly random flick successfully defeated the swarming Divine Qi, just like the arrow from which the army took the head of the general, instantly disintegrating the swarming Divine Qi army.

Since then, the spirit has not been as sharp as before, and it has returned to the blade in a mess. And the unruly magic knife also lost its momentum to be unapproachable, allowing the two ceremonies to touch, hold, and even swing themselves.

"The magic knife has been tamed?"

Looking at the two ceremonies in various postures in the courtyard, Shirou's eyes were about to fall off.

"Yes, it's not a disguise, it's really tamed. I didn't expect anyone to get used to death, and I still don't have enough cultivation. ”

The old man first sighed lonely, and then said happily.

"If you can tame it, it means that you are related to it, and it is yours. Shirou, go make a scabbard. ”

"Yes, Master. ”

"Thank you, old man. ”

A feminine smile appeared on the face of the gendered erase, and the woman holding the magic knife exuded a stronger sense of presence than anyone else at the moment.

"What's the name of this knife?"

"Higan Che Muramasa. The old man thought for a moment and replied.

"Good name, the magic knife that cuts through the wall of the world and leads to the other side, there is no weapon more suitable for me than this. ”

The two ceremonies closed their eyes as if they were sleepy, and nodded as if in understanding.

"See, something that shouldn't exist here, go to the other side!"

The hand holding the knife was raised, and the two ceremonies stepped on the edge of the middle knife barrel with one foot, and their bodies jumped high, riding the wind and facing the moon.

The wide kimono dances under the moon like a beautiful flying bird.

The gorgeous flowers on the kimono swayed in the wind, and it looked as if it had come to life and bloomed in the air.

At the same time, there is also a knife in the woman's hand, in the eyes of the woman, in the fragmented world, the knife light blooms.

Along one of the crevices, a trace that shouldn't have appeared here, bloomed.

It was a flash of the netherworld sword released from the other side, bringing peace to all beings, such as the name of the magic sword.

is also like the name of a woman, wandering between life and death, constructing the style of two rituals.

The beauty of the living but next to death shook the hearts of everyone present, and also shocked a man who was located a few mountains away.

Obviously, the moonlight was very bright tonight, and there was no shelter around it, but the man still looked like a dark shadow, no, not like, it was simply the shadow itself—a pitch-black mass, outlining the outline of a person.

In that black, there were only pure rational eyes, like emotionless murder weapons, shining with cold light.

The man's body shook, and one of the eyes cracked along the pupil, bleeding black blood.

The man reached out and covered his eyes, and the remaining half of his face was still cold and hard as a machine.

"The last one was killed, and the connected eyes were wiped out, incomprehensible. ”

"Of course you can't understand it, the concept of chaos has taken a heavy toll on your mind, and I really didn't expect you to give up on yourself for that one, Voablo Loveen. ”

Similar voices, different tones. It's not that the man is talking to himself, but from another man, who is very similar to the former in terms of dress and height and posture, like a twin man.

The difference is that the man's appearance is very clear, not so cold, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and the slightly mocking tone is full of emotions called pleasure.

The man known as Foabro did not waver, and still said coldly: "The life species that pursued eternal life has long since sunk into the protrusion of the 'primordial sea' and has become a part of this existence. The remnants of intellectuality will gradually disappear, and together with this group, they will become specimens of the 'species' of life. ”

"Won't you regret it? It's the opposite of what you were looking for in the first place. ”

"Indeed, the life that has become like this has lost its so-called 'meaning of existence'. But don't you think that's wonderful, and there's a 'I don't know what to become' chaos rolling inside me. This small world of the 'Primordial Sea' is comparable to the 'Beginning of Creation'. This chaos where I don't know what creatures will rebirth. This, like the system tree on this planet, holds a dark chaos that holds unimaginable possibilities for upheaval. But what will become of the end, I must see with my own eyes before I disappear. ”

In the end, Foablo's inorganic eyes finally had some human emotion, and that emotion was called persistence, which had sustained him so far.

"So it's not bad that the church would call you Nero Kaos. The happy man continued to say happily, "A weapon with six hundred and sixty-six beasts tumbling in his body, it is more like an individual than a 'group', more like a chaotic space than a vampire, a veritable 'chaos', an unscrupulous heretic. ”

As he spoke, Nero Kaos had already lowered the hand covering his eyes, and the ruined eye had unconsciously returned to its original state, and the man in the name of chaos rolled his eyes and focused his gaze on his old friend.

"You must do the same, Roa, the 'Infinite Reincarnation' who has left his body to reach the eternal realm of the soul. ”

"No, I have not reached true eternity. ”

"But you ...... before"

Roa's answer left Nero Kaos a little confused, as he hadn't said that when the two met two hundred years ago.

"That's because I didn't know that there were such eyes in this world, and I always thought it was just a distant myth and legend. Being able to see the most vulnerable part of affairs, the Eye of Death, which exists specifically for the sake of death, is vulnerable to both your Chaos and my soul. ”

PS: It's better to talk about it first, because most book friends don't know much about "Tsukihime", Roa's is not actually the "Magic Eye of Straight Death", but a very similar kind of Demon Eye, of course, because the "Demon Eye of Straight Death" only exists in mythology, and Roa's Demon Eye also has some of the characteristics of "The Demon Eye of Direct Death", so it is naturally misunderstood.

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