On the third day of awakening, Wang Heng began to learn the ability of the artifact under the guidance of "Broken".

Most of the artifacts rely on their own ontology to exert their abilities.

Not to mention swords, guns, swords, halberds, pistols and other firearms, and even some kind of animal, may be artifacts.

Other artifacts are more abstract.

For example, his ontology is the scale, and if he can only weigh one weight according to the general way of thinking, he has developed the metaphysical ability of "adjudication" on his own, so that what he can weigh becomes abstract.

For example, sin, for example, value.

Naturally, there is no standard for such abstract things.

There is no tendency to break itself, it is just a simple scale.

It is the god who adds weight to the scale, and it is the one who determines the scale and proportion, and naturally, the object of weighing.

In other words, he gave up all self-conceptions and devoted himself to serving Bishaman.

The values and worldview he formed came from Bishaman.

If he no longer serves Bishaman, he will lose all value.

Wang Heng didn't know if this was right, or if it was the universal value of all artifacts, but he was sure that he couldn't do it.

Whether there is a problem with this practice can be tested.

In some respects, the artifact and the god can be said to be two sides of the same coin, and if the artifact does something that violates the "good" principle of the god, the god will be stabbed and infected with "sickness".

When the infection reaches a certain point, the gods will also die, and the evil artifacts will degenerate into youkai.

Under normal circumstances, if the god is stung, he will perform a "curse", so that the artifact will bear inhuman pain and repent to the gods.

Later, the Metropolitan was withdrawn and expelled from the wall.

If the infection is not cleared in time, the god will die.

This is something that has been warned again and again.

With a little thought, Wang Heng can imagine the risks.

Most of the necromancers who have the potential to become artifacts die unnaturally, and how much effort does it take to make them look up to the sun in the dark without resentment?

As far as he knew, Bishamon had contained ten artifacts so far, including him, and he had recently subdued them.

The status of the broken is equivalent to the great steward of the Bishamen lineage.

The rest of the people who have the ability to fight will naturally follow the Bishamon out to slay demons, while the part that does not have the ability to fight is responsible for maintaining the daily affairs of the shrine, and the other part is scattered around the shrines to learn information or listen to prayers.

As for whether or not to join the battle team, it is up to Bishamen to decide.

Each artifact has two chances to follow Bishamen to go out to kill demons - of course, if you don't want to follow, you won't be reluctant, two battles are the time for Bishamen to test her ability, if she shows the corresponding ability, she will naturally stay in the battle team, but if her talent is insufficient, she will never leave a disaster.

After all, he is the most violent martial god, and even if he is soft-hearted, he is by no means indecisive.

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In one day, Wang Heng has roughly mastered the ability that the artifact should have, which is not too difficult, although the day is very fast, it is not unacceptable, more excavation lies in proficiency.

And on the fourth day of his awakening, Bishamon gathered the members of the battle.

There are a total of six members of the combat team.

The body is a close-fitting soft armor "rain", a lively girl with short hair.

The body is a heavily armored "waiter", a woman with long hair and a shawl, who is silent.

The main body is the "que" of the giant sword, a rough man in his prime.

The main body is the "Izumi" of the long sword, a young man who looks sunny.

The main body is the "green" of combat boots, a cute little girl with a baby face.

The main body is a hand-used crossbow "Aya", a single ponytail, a tall girl.

Intimate clothing is naturally made of divine power.

Together with Wang Heng and Bishamen, they are all members of the demon slaying team.

In fact, Wang Heng and Duan, Que, Qing, Aya and others are artifacts of the same generation, more precisely, in the eyes of other gods, they are a clan, the clan name is "Ma", his name should be Heng Ma, just because of the pronunciation problem, Wang Heng directly ignored the family name of "Ma" most of the time.

He is not a member of the combat department, and will stay in the shrine, and at this time, he is as serious as ever, explaining the general information.

Wang Heng listened quietly.

The destination is 100 miles east of the shrine, on the outskirts of Shinano City, and the eye of the storm generated by the "Shika" has been closed, but the monsters that escaped from the "other side" are still causing trouble.

Standing on the Shrine Square, Bishamen was full of energy, without the tiredness that Wang Heng had seen a few days ago, his eyebrows were radiant, and his eyes swept over the artifacts one by one.

"Rainer!" The short-haired girl smiled: "Yes, sister! "Soft armor covering.

"Waiter!" The long-haired woman said in a deep voice, "Yes, Lord Bishamen. "Heavy armor.

"Qingqi!" The baby-faced girl whispered, "Yes, sister-sama." "Combat boots attached.

"Queqi!" The big man said in a sullen voice: "Yes, Lord Bishamen! "The greatsword is on the back.

"Fountain!" The sunny youth smiled: "Yes, Lord Bishamen!" "The sword is at the waist.

"Ayaki!" The pony-tailed girl bowed and saluted: "Yes, Lord Bishamen!" "Hand cross-body with crossbow.

Finally, her gaze swept over Wang Heng: "Weighing instruments!" ”

Wang Heng felt a summoning force pulling him, so he didn't resist, and bowed to the ponytail girl: "Serve you!" "Turned into a slender ruler more than ten centimeters long and inserted it into a bun.

Bishamen was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly.

Close your eyes and feel the prayers of the believers.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in Shinano.

A commotion came into my ears.

Wang Heng "looked" at the mirror image in front of him, and his heart was a little dazed.

The angle of observation similar to that of the mind's eye allows him to notice more details that are not visible with his eyes.

If you want to summarize the scene in front of you, you can probably describe it as "in times of war, people's livelihood is depressed".

Civilians have dishes, ronins are drunk and dreaming of death, samurai are cold-hearted, and prostitutes are insensitive.

Bishamon's face was lonely, and he seemed to be talking to the artifacts in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself: "As a blessed god, there are countless believers, but all I can do is kill a few demons, neither can I make them have enough food and clothing, nor can I save them from war, is it really ...... Remiss. ”

The artifacts looked at the hustle and bustle of the city, not knowing what to say.

But Bishamon didn't do much to sigh, and quickly cheered up: "Aya, have you found any traces of youkai?" ”

Aya said with some hesitation: "It seems that there are several monster breaths in the west of the city. ”

Bishamen nodded and flew away.

In the west of the city, several small demons were killed along the way, and everyone finally saw a large monster.

The whole body is as black as ink, more than ten eyes exude evil intent, and tentacles fluttering like octopuses, at a glance, it is extremely chaotic and discordant, and the crazy consciousness around the body impacts the spirit of everyone.

Then "it", or "they", noticed the Bishaman.

"Delicious ......"

"Come over here......"

"Delicious ......"

"Come with me......"

Chaotic sounds, each sound is the product of the superposition of several voices, which hits the heart and makes people feel depressed, as if a heavy stone is pressing on the heart.

Wang Heng suppressed the irritability in his heart, carefully observed the monster in front of him, and collected data and information.

Bishamen snorted: "Ayaki! The hand bloomed with a crossbow, the arrow was on the string, and Bishamen aimed slightly, and an arrow pierced the black tentacle that came at him.

Several arrows were fired, quickly sweeping away the fluttering tentacles.

The monster let out a deafening scream, and its elongated howl seemed to be crying.

The whole stood up and pounced on Bishamon.

"Fountain!" Bishamen leaped to the side, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sharp sword cut off a few obstructive tentacles, and quickly circled the monster, his eyes swept over the monster's body like a falcon.

Then he suddenly stopped and shouted: "Queqi! ”

With the giant sword in hand, Bishamen staggered his waist, and then stepped forward and charged!