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At this time, in the enchanted forest of Gensokyo, the boy is doing a hard battle.

The spear of Longinus once killed the gods who were the representatives of human fantasy, and its meaning is the reality of the world and the symbol of human negation. If what constitutes the fantasy monster of Yutong Shiai is pure consciousness affirmation, then what constitutes the spear of Langinus is the negation of matter and the consciousness attached to it by human beings.

This is also the reason why Yutong Shiai can't use all his strength, in fact, when he is in the outside world, it is not easy for him to just maintain his own existence.

But that's only the end of it. Yutong Shiai now pressed his right hand against his chest, and between the gaps in his ribs, the flesh was separated and plunged deep into his chest. Blood burst out like a fountain over the moss of the Enchanted Forest.

But it was not just the blood that burst out, but also the slender chains that broke out from all over the body, the chains were quite slender, but they looked as if they were rusted, and they trembled in circles, layer by layer, as if they were hindering Yutong Shiai's right hand.

This is the [insurance] of the thing sealed in his body, and it can also be seen as a lock. This is the chain that has been passed down from generation to generation after each generation of the Holy See has chosen the ten most courageous and warlike Gospels. During their service, the Ten Gospels prayed to the chains, on which they had a clear will and defined the criteria for exclusion.

This chain is called the Poetry of Truth.

Yutong Shiai is now gritting her teeth, her right hand grasping the long handle of the thing in her chest, and she is engaged in a tug-of-war with this insurance. This tug-of-war has been going on all night, and it has only pulled nearly half of the gun. The metal body of more than a meter pierced through his left chest, and it looked quite strange.

The chain of the True Poetry has always restricted his movements, and every inch of his spear he pulls out must restrain the vibration and resistance of the True Poetry. Blood has been gushing endlessly, although he is a monster composed of illusions, as long as it is not the ability overload collapse, blood will always be automatically generated under the fantasy, but there will always be a limit, if it continues like this, it will be a matter of time before overload.

There were quite a few people in the surrounding jungle, but they were all onlookers and there was no road, and their eyes were focused on this rather strange teenager. At this time, Yutong Shiai's blood has begun to accumulate on the ground.

"Looks like you're in some trouble."

Behind Shiai, a soft and playful girl's voice sounded. Hearing the sound that had not been heard again for hundreds of years, Yutong Shiai's face with pain and trouble also showed surprise, and he turned his body with difficulty, and every time the small chains of flesh and the true poetry turned made his body tremble, but at least he turned and saw the girl.

The most conspicuous thing is the noble and splendid long golden hair, the white hat with a simple bow made of ribbons, and the purple gossip long vest set on a pure white tutu dress, with a sense of fusion of China and the West. The girl's purple eyes were clear but deep, with an elusive smile on the corner of her mouth. She hasn't changed at all, just like that year under the plane tree, standing quietly with an umbrella, facing the thunderclouds and wind and rain in the sky.

The sage of the youkai, Yakumo Murasaki.

She sat on top of a black sheet, seemingly unconcerned by the smell of blood, smiling meaningfully, the folding fan in her hand holding up her smooth chin and raising her eyebrows.

"Long time no see, and, welcome to Gensokyo, Ten Love."

"Well, long time no see! Yakumo-sama! ”

Yutong Shiai was excited. Yes, it's her, the girl in my memory, like a monster sage who fights against the whole world. He wanted to step forward and get closer to the other party, but he realized that he still had a spear on his chest, so he took a few steps back and smiled bitterly.

"I'm sorry, Yakumo-sama, I'm really sorry for letting you look so embarrassed. Can you give me a moment? ”

"Not necessarily."

Yakumo Murasaki shook her hand slightly, and jumped off the black sheet beneath the seat, and then the ends of the sheet suddenly closed and disappeared into the air. The girl's white shoes did not step into the pool of blood that had spread on the ground, but floated like this, and came to the young man's body, smiling slightly, looking at Yutong Shiai.

"I'll take this thing out for you."

After saying that, her right hand grasped the end of the spear, and in the grateful and ashamed eyes of Yutong Shiai, she reached out and patted his head. The girl held the spear that had killed the gods, exhaled softly, and then slowly exerted force.

As a spear that has killed gods, and as one of the representatives of human negation, even she can't pull it out casually while talking and laughing. At this time, Yutong Shiai was powerless to open the lock of the true poem, and she could only continue to pull it out on this basis very strongly.

Yutong Juai felt a little suppressed from the true poem, but he only suppressed his reaction and handed over the control to Yakumo Murasaki. He didn't struggle to resist, but just fixed his gaze on the girl, her slight frown, her heavy gaze, and her slow pulling Langinus out, all so attracted the boy's attention.

A fantasy born of a sword, the only master, the eternal master, the master he will never forget. He had been tossing and turning for so long in pursuit of the girl, and now he had finally returned to her side in Gensokyo.

The poetry of truth surrounded him, and let out a final wail. In fact, Yakumo Zi's power is quite powerful, much stronger than today's Yutong Ten Ai, and what is difficult for Yutong Shiai to take out is just not easy for her.

She also noticed the burning gaze of the young man, she just smiled, and with a sharp blow of her hand, the last blade of the hideous and terrifying gun also broke through the young man's chest, bringing out a large canopy of blood, and then exposed to the air.

"Alright. Thank you for your hard work. ”

She dropped the giant spear in disgust, let it sink into the pool of blood, and smiled warmly at the young man. And Yutong Shiai, who had opened a huge opening in his chest, also seemed to have just noticed, lowered his head, looked at the blood gushing out of the wound, and hurriedly urged his ability to repair his body.

The body of the fantasy youkai is not a real substance, but is intervened by consciousness, so as long as his ability has not collapsed due to overload, he can be repaired according to consciousness.

“…… Lord Yakumo. ”

He seemed to have calmed down, but the burning in his eyes still beat like flames.

"I've finally found you!"

"That's it! Let's talk about it after the master and servant meet or something, I've been waiting for so long, and I'm running out of patience. ”

Shiai turned his head and saw two people, one tall and one short, standing out in the jungle.

Walking in front was a young girl, only about five or six years old, dressed in a pure white gorgeous dress, a fluffy skirt, a wavy lace/silk skirt, and a huge red bow at the back waist, all adding a lot of cuteness to the young girl. The girl's dark blue wavy short hair was a blood-colored pupil, flashing with dangerous sharpness and a little impatience, the corners of her mouth were curled, revealing sharp and small canine teeth, and her scarlet tongue licked her lower lip playfully, as if she was looking at whether the blood of the young man in front of her was delicious. The girl's back was bound with bat-like wings, flapping gently from time to time.

Like a tiny bat, a bat that hides in the night.

Behind this young girl is a tall silver-haired girl who holds up a parasol for her, about seventeen years old, the maid headband on top of the bright silver shoulder-length short hair and a blue and white maid dress in a short skirt are all indicating the identity of the girl, and the straight, serious, as precise and elegant movements as a machine, all make people feel like a chic and meticulous girl, as if there is a ruler in the body, every movement is straight, in place, exactly the same.

"Ten loves, ten loves, Yutong ten loves, right?"

The young girl flapped the demon's wings, tilted her head, and the corners of her mouth opened slightly at a dangerous angle, revealing her canine teeth, as if laughing.

"I am Remilia Scarlet, Lord of the Red Devil Pavilion. At ten o'clock tonight, bring your gun to my banquet. Saki night, let's go, let's go back. ”

"Yes, Miss."

Then the master and the servant turned and disappeared into the forest.

Ten Love's eyes jumped. It's so strong that it's more like an invitation than an invitation.

He turned his head to look at the youkai sage who had been watching the play.

"Yakumo-sama ......"

"Sharpshooter Gungnir!"

Wild, sharp, red, brutal, and powerful, blood-colored light spears cut through the woods and headed straight at the boy who was talking.

"Poetry of Truth!"

With a blow that was too sudden, Shiai reacted and immediately opened the chains of the true poem that had originally existed as [insurance]. After the spear of Longinus was removed, these chains lost their original meaning, and they were also controlled by Yutong Shiai.

The light gun slammed into the rust-colored chains that gathered together, bursting open, sending pools of blood on the ground flying everywhere, leaving a bright red invitation floating in the air.

"Good block, I'll allow you to set foot in the Red Devil Pavilion."

In the jungle, the voice of the young Lord of the Red Devil Pavilion said. This time, she was really gone.

"Oh yes, I've seen amazing skills."

The black flaky gap opened, and Yakumo Murasaki, who had been dodging the splash of blood, poked out of her upper body, and her clothes were clinging to her graceful body because of the protrusion of her body. The girl's amethyst eyes rolled and chuckled.

"Ten loves, remember to fight that little bat tonight."

"Yakumo-sama means ......"

Juai looked at the sage of Yakumo suspiciously.

"Test, ten loves."

Yakumo looked at the boy with a smile and stretched out his right index finger.

"Let me see how strong you are now."

"After all, our goal is all under the sky."