The height of the man standing at the mouth of the valley can no longer be described as amazing.

The majestic body of more than 7 feet is intimidating.

Either Eitaro or the rest of his men had to tilt their heads high to see the giant's head.

The giant was dressed in black and white monk's robes, with a pair of two-toothed clogs on his feet and a large naginata on his shoulder.

Whether it was the monk's robe on his body or the large naginata knife on his shoulder, it was all stained with blood, but the giant looked unconcerned about the blood on his body.

At his feet lay three mutilated corpses, all of whom were recognized by Shotaro, all three of whom had been with him for some time.

Looking at the three corpses at his feet, Shotaro's face darkened directly.

Anyone with eyes can tell that all three corpses were the work of the giant.

If it were someone else, Seitaro might have killed this bastard who dared to kill the subordinates he had recruited with great difficulty.

But at this time, Aotaro had to hold back his killing intent and the idea of doing something.

This huge body alone is full of intimidating power.

Even though the giant was wearing a loose robe, Eitaro could still feel the bulging, powerful muscles of the giant through the robe.

It is not difficult to see from the way he holds the naginata, that he is a master of using the naginata.

In a word - this guy is not easy to mess with at first glance.

Therefore, even though he was already angry, Aotaro had to suppress his anger and be patient, intending to negotiate with the giant.

However, before he could say anything, Nanaemon on the side reached out and stopped him.

"Shotaro-sama." Nanaemon said softly, "Let me negotiate with this guy." ”

"Good eloquence and excellent negotiation skills are among the few strengths of the next, so let it go."

The reason why Nanaemon was so eager to ask him to negotiate with this giant was purely to show himself more so that he could have more good impressions in Shotaro's heart.

Now that he has joined Seitaro's organization, Nanaemon has accepted this fact early and has already made plans accordingly.

Nanaemon's current plan is to find a way to rise under Shotaro.

With enough say under Shotaro, it will be much easier to do anything.

Nanaemon even envisioned a distant future - when he had enough say under Shotaro in the future, he might be able to replace Shotaro and take over Shotaro's power.

At that time, he, the "former bandit leader", will be able to make a comeback.

Nanaemon's only strength is his eloquence, and what he is best at is negotiation.

Therefore, there are not many opportunities for Nanaemon to perform on such an island.

So when Nanaemon saw this giant come to the door, his eyes lit up directly - because the opportunity to perform came.

Finally came the opportunity to perform, and Nanaemon naturally didn't want to let go of this rare opportunity, and took the initiative to offer Seitaro to come and negotiate with the giant in person.

As for Shotaro, after taking a look at Nanaemon and pondering for a while-

“…… Okay, it's up to you to negotiate with this guy. Find out what he's here for. ”

Although Nanaemon was only a newcomer to join them tonight, after a brief encounter, Shotaro had discovered that Nanaemon had a quick mind and a very good eloquence—at least above him.

So after some weighing, Seitaro decided to give the task of negotiating with this giant to Nanaemon.

"Yes!" Seeing that Seitaro agreed to let him negotiate with the giant, Nanaemon forcibly suppressed his joy.

He cleared his throat and took a few steps forward, standing in front of and behind the giant, and said aloud:

"May I ask why you are visiting our shelter late at night?"

The giant's face was boxy, and his appearance was not good.

His eyes rolled downwards to glance at the Shiaemon standing in front of him.

“…… My name is Yichun. The giant replied angrily, "Wander around this island at will, and when you pass by and hear the sound of someone talking, you come to see it." ”

The self-proclaimed Ichikaru Giant glanced at Seitaro and the others who were standing in front of him and looking at him with various eyes.

"You ......" Nanaemon was about to ask a second question to Ichijun, but Ichijun suddenly interrupted:

"There's a lot of people here. It's amazing......"

Iljun said as he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"Let me help you ascend to Western Elysium."

"Huh?" Nanaemon's face was puzzled, and he didn't understand what Ichisun meant by this sentence just now, "Rongdeng...... ...... Western Elysium? What do you mean? ”

As soon as Nanaemon's words fell, a strong wind struck him from top to bottom.

And the thing that is blowing this strong wind...... It's the big naginata knife in a chun's hand.

The Naginata slashed through the head of the Seven Ae Gate from top to bottom, and cut out of the crotch of the Seven Gates, directly dividing the Seven Gates into two halves.

"It's literal." This was the last word that Nanaemon had ever heard in his life.

The last moment Ichijun's naginata slashed his head, Nanaemon suddenly remembered his life and all the things that had happened since he landed on this butterfly island.

At the end of his life, he suddenly realized that his proud eloquence and negotiation skills on this island had never seemed to be of much use......

After slashing the Nanaemon into two, Ichijun didn't stop, rounded the nagina knife in his hand, and slashed forward again.

This time, Ichigum's target is Shotaro.

Looking at the blade of the nagi blade that was rapidly expanding in his field of vision, Shotaro's pupils shrank suddenly.

The body subconsciously pulled out the flank around the waist and blocked it forward.

Clang!!

Aotaro felt like a mountain was crashing into him.

The sound of gold and iron striking can be described as deafening.

Unable to withstand the impact, Aotaro flew straight upside down and slammed into the rock wall behind him.

After an intimate contact between his back and the rock wall, the pain spread throughout his body, and Shotaro even had the illusion that his internal organs might be misplaced.

After coughing violently a few times, Shotaro glanced at the wakisa in his hand—the blade of his wakisa cracked widely.

After inspecting the damage to his weapon, Shotaro hurriedly looked ahead of him.

In front of him, a massacre was underway.

Yichun frantically waved the naginata in his hand, splashing out clouds of blood mist one after another.

The subordinates he had managed to assemble were being slaughtered by Yichun.