There is no tomb in this peaceful place, and today is not very peaceful. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The collision between Yutong Shiai and An Weisheng is not one-sided, An Weisheng's two swords are very orderly, and every time Yutong Shiai's chains are about to hit him, he will bounce them away with a very strange posture.

Yutong Shiai also tried to use the real poem to entangle the other party's sword body, but the two swords seemed to have been treated in this way when they were built, the sword body was thin and smooth, and the real poem was not very easy to wrap around.

He smiled wryly.

He wasn't that good at hand-to-hand combat and the like, and he had only unilaterally collided with Remilia's strength before, and when he encountered a fighter like An Weisheng or Soul Demon Dream, he would fall into a more difficult battle.

He didn't use the wind of Freisberg, after all, this is a resting place, and if you have the heart to search, you can find countless souls lurking in the woods.

If the Freisberg Bird is released, the wind of the soul will tear these lonely souls apart, and the souls will dissipate. This is too cruel for these souls.

And An Weisheng also felt very uncomfortable.

The chain in the opponent's hand looks very simple, and it is powerful, and if it is hit, I am afraid that I will get tetanus if I look at the rust on it.

None of this is very important, the most important thing is that the other party is not human, An Weisheng's knife is enough to solve the battle with a fatal blow for humans, but it is by no means so easy for non-humans.

At least he had heard that this guy named Yutong Shiai was not something that could be killed by piercing the heart or cutting off his head.

He staggered his two knives and slashed the other party's chains back, then squinted, and with another turn of the blade in his right hand, the sharp blade stabbed at him in the left front direction of Yutong Shiai.

Yutong Shiai snorted coldly, and the true poem that broke out of his left hand flicked over, flicking the opponent's blade away.

The other party took advantage of this opportunity to improve the sword, Yutong Shiai's right hand pressed down, and the true poem pecked at the opponent's hand along the blade, but was driven down by the opponent's whirling right hand sword, driving down the blade.

Similar actions are often repeated like this, and Yutong Shiai's attack is easily defused by the other party, and An Weisheng's blade can't touch Yutong Shiai.

Yutong Shiai also found that the battle had entered a stalemate, and frowned and stepped back, widening the distance from the other party.

"It seems that it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, An Weisheng."

"Admittedly."

An Weisheng held the knife and squinted his eyes.

"And for me as a human being, the limitation of physical strength really can't be ignored."

Yutong Shiai chuckled.

"Are you complaining to me about unfairness, or are you trying to say that if I kill you here on the basis of non-humans, it will also obey your law of the jungle? Let me warn you beforehand, I'm not Shinichi Furukawa. ”

"Indeed, you are not Furukawa Shinichi, Yutong Ten Love. It's better to say that compared to Furukawa Shinichi, the two of us are more similar people, aren't we? ”

The other party looked at Yutong Shiai and smiled.

"I know that you are a fantasy that remains in the midst of the turmoil of the outside world, and that you are a terrible creature that lives on your own perfectly, a predator. You'll know more about rules like the law of the jungle than I do. ”

He then pointed his knife at Yutong Shiai.

"Feelings, morality, and laws are all things that species produce without permission in order to survive, feelings that arise because of biological necessity, morality that is prescribed for better reproduction, laws that arise for the purpose of managing demonstrations, these things exist only for survival. You don't deny that, do you? ”

“…… I don't deny it, Ann for a living. ”

Yutong Shiai narrowed her eyes.

"But before that, I want to tell you, whether it's a man or a beast, it would be a pity to have feelings just to survive. After all,"

With a gentle gaze, he pulled out a black deck of playing cards from his bosom.

"Beautiful thoughts are the most precious things in the world."

【Fifty-four Paths of the City of Hearts】

"If it can't convince you, then use your laws to bury you."

Yutong Shiai stood in place, but what was under his feet was no longer the green grass, but the black rock bricks of the Red Heart City. Rust and paint were a mixture of wyverns and giant mosquitoes, dead ivy vines crawled above the crumbling walls, huge gears spun around the outside of the castle, and the corpse of a dismantled mechanized dragon hanging from the tower.

Together with An Weisheng, he stood in a place like a square, with black and red bricks and stone slabs intertwined under his feet, which looked very uncomfortable and depressing.

"How, An Weisheng, do you think there is still a chance to win?"

Yutong Shiai stood there, looking at An Weisheng and the neatly arranged poker soldiers gathered around the square.

“……”

An Weisheng was silent, looked at Yutong Shiai, and then put the two swords again as if they were going to be cut out, and gave Yutong Shiai an answer.

"Yutong Ten Loves."

His voice was a little hoarse, but there was a bit of seriousness in it.

"In this world, there are dead."

Decedent.

That's right, of course, there are two of them running around here, and there are fifty-four endings in a cycle.

Yutong Shiai nodded, and then looked at An Weisheng.

"Here, it's just the two of us...... No, it's just you. ”

After all, I'm not even a survivor.

Yutong Shiai smiled self-deprecatingly.

"So, are you ready, the living, in order to survive for yourself, go and challenge the army of the dead who have no monsters in the realm of life and death."

"Anyway, if you're not ready, you're not going to give me a chance, are you?"

An Weisheng remembered what the other party had said before that he would use An Weisheng's own law of the jungle to defeat himself, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Of course. If it were you, you would do the same. ”

Yutong Shiai raised his hand and waved it down.

"Well, enjoy your own laws, and live in peace."

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Alice House.

Egolia was sitting in the living room of Alice's mansion, anxiously waiting for her yukata when Marisa Kiriyu had sent her to Hakurei Shrine.

She looked at Alice's closed door with some embarrassment.

When she learned that Igolia didn't have a yukata, Alice also showed an expression like she was facing a great enemy, and then decisively measured Igria's measurements and then went into the room without coming out.

So she didn't know how important the yukata was, and what kind of style it was. She could only sit in the living room, watching the puppets constantly coming in and out of Alice's room with various materials, and being blocked by several puppets when she got there.

With a gloomy expression, she picked up her coffee cup and looked out the window at the enchanted forest in the afternoon.

The Enchanted Forest was deep and dark, like her mood, and not as far as sunlight could reach.

"Ten loves him, what are you doing?"

The girl, who thought like this, pursed her mouth again.

PS: Hmph, you even doubt my discipline. I've been updating lately at least more diligently than Sojitz! Besides, which lazy cancer terminal cancer do you see is as diligent as me!

Recently, I've written a lot of plots where I want to raise a torch......

Che-chan touched his head, let's continue.