The complex mixture of obedience to the morality of the samurai who swore allegiance to the samurai, the desire for money, the pity for life, and the fear of death occupied the minds of all the samurai who were still alive.

Compared to these people, the emotions that Ogata currently has in his mind are much more singular.

Ogata now feels like his head is empty.

To be precise, it feels like there are almost no thoughts in my head.

Although there were all kinds of messy things in Ogata's field of vision, such as flowers and grass, dirt and the sun, he only felt that there were only two things left in the world in front of him: the knife in his hand and the enemies around him.

There was only one thought left in my mind: kill all the enemies around me!

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"Quick! Surround him! ”

"There are so many of us! There's no reason you can't beat just one person! ”

"Hey! You guys! Don't cower and don't dare to get on it! Let's not hurry up and get on it together! It's your turn to die! ”

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The samurai who are still alive are much more noisy than before.

Or let out a roar without any substance, or beckon the surrounding companions to come along.

They kept pulling their throats, just to fill the uneasiness in their hearts.

As long as they kept making loud noises, the fear in their chests could be calmed a little.

"Kill! Hmmm......"

"Hurry up...... Ahem, ahem! Ahem......"

"Wait! Please take my life...... Burst! ”

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Ogata didn't pay close attention to what the samurai around him were shouting.

At the same time, I have no interest in listening.

Whether they were swearing or pleading, in short—their voices were a loud noise to Ogata's ears.

Swinging a knife at the source of each noise—something Ogata kept repeating.

Standing in place, with his feet firmly rooted on the ground, the sword light drawn by the double knives in his hands formed a closed "wall of light" that was both offensive and defensive.

Whether the enemy's slash comes from behind, in front of him, or from his side, Ogata's sword can always cut through an arc at the fastest speed and block the enemy's sword.

Then use his other knife to cut another arc and take the life of the enemy.

How many enemies are standing around you now, which enemies' attacks will hit you first, which enemies' attacks will hit you later, and which enemies have already entered your attack range...... These things are all clear to Ogata.

Ogata now feels like a computer that relentlessly and efficiently calculates the situation and changes on the battlefield, helping him block every enemy attack and counterattack each enemy.

Someone who was besieging Ogata fell, and another person on the periphery quickly filled the void, swinging his sword at Ogata, and then being cut down by Ogata, and then another person came to fill the gap...... This step is repeated over and over again.

Another arrow shot at Ogata.

Then he was dodged by Ogata who was slightly sideways.

"What the hell is going on!" The archer who shot the arrow was crouching on the trunk of a large tree, and cursed, "Why can't my arrow hit him?" ”

The archer felt like his head was going to be messy.

By the time Ogata got back on his feet, he had lost count of how many arrows he had fired.

I only knew that the right arm of my bow was quite sore, and the arrows in the quiver were almost exhausted.

The angles and timing of his arrows are quite tricky.

All of them shoot arrows when Ogata's back is facing him.

As a matter of common sense, Ogata shouldn't have dodged his arrows.

And yet, the facts in front of him broke the common sense in his mind over and over again.

No matter how many arrows he fired, Ogata's back was like an eye, dodging each of his arrows with precision.

"I don't believe in evil anymore......!"

The archer cursed under his breath as he pulled the bowstring again, ready to make another effort.

But—before he could catch his bowstring with his arrow, a stone whistled at him, striking him in the face with precision.

The archer's last memory was of falling from a tree trunk, a sharp pain in his head and neck, and his vision getting darker and darker, and then—no more......

While dealing with the samurai around him, Ogata did not forget to fight back against the archers lurking in the trees.

Between defending and attacking nearby enemies, grab stones from the ground and throw them at the archers.

The archer that Ogata had just killed was the last one to be used.

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Ogata stepped onto the trunk of a large tree beside him with incredible leap force, dodged a samurai's slash, and then slashed the samurai to the ground with a sword that had been slashed at him with the acceleration of gravity as he landed.

"Hahaha! 30 taels are mine! ”

At this moment, an arrogant laugh suddenly sounded on Ogata's right.

A "corpse" that had just been lying on the dirt ground on Ogata's right suddenly burst into flames and stabbed Ogata with a sword.

The owner of this loud laugh just now is this "corpse".

This man had been lying on the ground, disguised as a corpse, deceiving Ogata and all his companions, silently waiting for the opportunity to fight back against Ogata.

And his "forbearance and humiliation" was not in vain - he finally waited for the time when he could fight back against Ogata.

Ogata had just landed on the trunk of the tree, less than a step in front of him.

With the thought that "this may be my only chance," the samurai let out a loud laugh as he quickly got up and stabbed his sword at Ogata.

And his attack actually worked.

The blade of his sword cut through the chain mail's defenses, stabbing Ogata in the right side of the chest.

The feeling of the stab in the flesh reached the palm of the samurai's hand.

Yet—before the warrior could show his joy, a top-down slash enveloped his head, splitting it in half.

Whether it's being stabbed himself or cutting the enemy's head in half with a single sword, Ogata looks expressionless.

After the samurai collapsed limply, Ogata, still expressionless, silently pulled out the knife that had been plunged into his right side of his chest and threw it on the ground casually.

This expressionless appearance, as if they didn't know what "pain" was, made the samurai who were still alive feel chills at the roots of their teeth and a great reduction in their fighting spirit.

When the number of more than 100 beasts stimulated by money and driven by desire is reduced to half, the originally hot brain will gradually cool down.

When the number drops below 40, they begin to realize what a terrifying monster they are fighting against.

When the number is below 20, the people who are still alive have basically lost their will to fight.

Looking at the less than 20 enemies left in front of him, it was only at this point that Ogata realized - ah, so I have already cut down so many people......?