The greatsword swung from the bottom up, slicing the monster in half along the path of the charge.

As if hearing a soft sound of "whoosh", the monster let out a wail that went straight to people's hearts.

"Daddy......"

"Haruko......"

"I don't want to die......"

"It's so cold......"

"Light ......"

In a trance, Wang Heng seemed to hear a lot of calls, but in the blink of an eye, they disappeared, and the artifacts were also nothing unusual, they had never heard it before.

Bishamon stood silently for a few breaths, then took a soft breath and hung the greatsword on his back.

"Let's go, there's still something to do."

……

Setting off early in the morning and busy until the evening, Bishamen had already cleared more than a dozen giant monsters.

Wang Heng did not point fingers, or that he basically did not speak, but just silently observed and recorded.

In his eyes, Bishamon's fighting style was indeed ferocious, but it was not polished, and the excessive use of power caused her divine power to consume an astonishing amount, and the artifact inevitably wore out.

Of course, compared to Bishamen, the performance of the artifacts is really a bit unbearable.

What can a ruler do? It's nothing more than a measurement.

But in Wang Heng's eyes, the measurement ability that turns into instinct is the data that is accurate to the extreme.

A whole day of fighting was enough for him to pull out a list in his mind.

When dusk fell, Bishamon returned to the shrine with all the artifacts and exhaustion.

Disarmed, Bishamen leaned on the throne of the god and looked extremely tired, and with a wave of his hand, he dispersed the artifacts, leaving Wang Heng behind.

Dressed in a loose-sleeved robe and reclining on a tall shrine, the blonde woman seems to have removed her mask called "Bishamon".

"Heng, how are you feeling today?"

Wang Heng lowered his head and thought for a few seconds: "Your fighting style is self-contained, if I point fingers, it will only be an eyesore, but the power of the artifacts has not been brought into play, judging from the current performance, they are more like simple artifacts than spiritual artifacts." ”

When he first arrived, Wang Heng judged other colleagues in such a condescending tone, which was actually not wise, but ...... He didn't really care.

One is that he is actually only responsible for Bishamon, and on the other hand, he really doesn't have the idea of having a good relationship with the artifacts.

The blonde woman looked at him, her beautiful eyebrows raised slightly: "So, do you have any suggestions?" ”

Wang Heng was slightly silent: "Yes, I will control the 'realm'." ”

There was a brief silence between the gods.

In the world of artifacts, the realm line is an extremely important ability, dividing yin and yang, separating life and death, and drawing the line between gods and demons.

Take the artifact as an example, a long sword like "Spring", a sword can cut out a monster, but it can also cut through trees, because the line he drew can be cut, although it is difficult to say how sharp the blade is, and it can't be cut off if it can't be cut off, but it can be cut.

Maybe it's hard to be convincing with the example of trees, but what if the object is a person?

It's no coincidence that monsters often gather in people's places, but dark minds will naturally attract monsters, and if they can't resist it, it's not surprising to do anything evil.

Therefore, it is common to slay demons in the downtown area, in fact, even today, Shinano Castle demon slaying has been carried out in the downtown area several times, and due to the boundaries drawn by the "Izumi", the way Bishamon fights is actually closer to the powerful human than to the gods.

The object that has to be avoided, the angle of the slash that cannot be done, and the enemy core that cannot be determined, the sword and the sword master do not have the same mind in such a battle, but simply rely on the strength of the sword master, and may even worry about whether the sword will be damaged.

It's the same with armor. The attacks that should be resisted, the strength that should be resisted, and the limits of the outside world.

Wang Heng didn't see at all that this was the proper quality of an artifact.

Bishamen looked at Wang Heng's indifferent face, and recalled the memories she saw on the day she received the scale.

The details can't be described, otherwise she would have been washed away by memory and become a madman a long time ago after she subdued so many artifacts.

Only the deepest memories are unforgettable.

It was a time of war, but the artifact she had subdued was not the object of death. Seeing so much death that even the dead spirits and gods that live in the dead spots between this shore and the other shore are commonplace.

Most of these people have fallen to the other side and turned into monsters.

And Wang Heng is the person who really stands on the line between this shore and the other shore, for him, crossing the boundary between this shore and the other shore is like turning around and opening an unlocked door.

But he didn't fall to the other side.

The death of her family, friends, lovers, and many Wang Heng witnesses did not knock him into the abyss.

Even the last overwhelming fire in his memory, the unbearable pain did not drive him into the abyss.

Through life and death, he has already broken through life and death, but he still chooses to give the chance of survival to the person who has not broken through the boundary for only a month.

She believed that Wang Heng was not just because of the kindness he showed, but more because of his indifference and calmness after experiencing so many things, and after becoming an artifact, he still did not disappear.

So she sat up straight, looked into his eyes and said, "The boundary line, I can give it to you." ”

Wang Heng was stunned for a moment, he actually didn't have much expectations, and was even ready to guard a certain shrine.

Bishamen smiled, "I can even give you more power and boundaries, but you are not familiar with combat, so you need to fight for it yourself." ”

Wang Heng raised his head and looked seriously into the eyes of the woman who had pulled him out of the chaos for the second time after waking up.

He was in a trance.

But then he settled down and bowed: "I will do my best." ”

Bishamen chuckled softly and stood up from his throne, "I'm looking forward to it. Then he disappeared between the thrones.

Wang Heng straightened up and let out a long breath.

For some reason, he wanted to hook the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were a little moist.

But he was Wang Heng after all, and he blinked, quickly recovered Gujing Wubo's expression, and began to walk towards his room.

What can a ruler do?

During a day's fighting, he found that the world was still stuck in the era of cold weapon warfare.

The ruler is not a major invention, and its purpose is just as obvious, so it can be accepted by both the artifact and the god, but it is a new thing that has never been seen before.

But in Wang Heng's view, it is not a ruler, but a measurement of the world from the perspective of a pool.

Along the way, he silently recalled the data collected during the day, and summarized the basic data of the artifacts, the data and characteristics of the monsters he encountered, and the various experiences shown by the demon slaying team from a data-based perspective.

and the model data for Bishamen, which are listed separately.

Freed from the limitations of his body, he found that his numeracy and memory skills had risen wildly.

The feeling of being free to manipulate the spiritual world made him even more intoxicated.

In my mind, I constantly simulated the scene of the battle, going back and forth dozens of times.

Then he stopped thinking and closed his eyes.

Gods or artifacts don't need to sleep, but they need to recuperate, otherwise all abilities will be greatly reduced.

In the darkness, those eyes flashed before his eyes.

Purple eyes with gentle eyes.