[This guy was trying to recruit you just now, it sounds like it's in your favor, why don't you agree to him?] 】

The seat head jumped in the air with a knife, and he didn't know how he argued, and moved his body several times to avoid the branches and tree obstacles, and he was as agile as an ape.

Demon Knife's question had a playful tone, as if he was regretting Zato's refusal to be solicited by Eita Imanishi, and as if he was laughing at Zato's knife and getting into trouble.

A knife blinded the other party's eyes and revealed his whereabouts.

[After slashing such a knife, don't you regret it? ] Your figure is all exposed, I'm afraid it will be impossible to escape now, even with the power I gave you, you can't escape, stupid, too stupid. 】

"Will die."

"I'm going to die here." The famous knife on his waist shook at the head, and he calmly said his ending, accepting death with peace of mind, just as he calmly accepted the countdown to the transformation experiment when he was in the underground base, and regretted that he didn't have a few more mouthfuls of good food before he died, "I already have one more life to live." ”

“GOGO！”

"He's here!"

The humble's voice has no fear of death, the surrounding dark forest has become a hunting ground, he is the prey, and the blockade of Ameirika is the hunter.

Behind him, you can hear the voices of the Self-Defense Forces and Ameirika soldiers, and there are helicopters hovering in the sky, and spotlights sweep the woods, and from time to time they sweep to the head of the seat.

When hunting, the ancient dignitaries would let the left and right servants go to the hunting ground to drive the prey together, and then bend their bows to shoot them, this kind of collective hunting has been around since ancient times in the Paleolithic Age, sometimes used for wild beasts, sometimes for humans themselves.

Front, left and right, rear, all directions formed a defensive line, and the infantry in the forest was retreating, as if to make some big move.

"Since I am already a dead man who has died once, why should I die for the greed of the living."

The seat head suddenly pulled out his famous knife and swung it forward, and a big tree blocking in front of him was instantly cut off, and he stepped on half of the corpse of the big tree.

"Besides, if being weak is wrong, then being strong is justice."

"The happiness and well-being of all the people, seeking a normal country, now people like the West use high-sounding words, bind themselves to the country, arbitrarily decide whether people live and die, except that they will die because of birth, old age, sickness and death, what is the difference between people like them and the gods they personally promised."

"In an accidental war hundreds of years ago, one of their ancestors was canonized with glorious glory because of an accidental fight, so a few hundred years later, it was they who went to war, they welcomed the enemy, and now they are the ones who want to restore, using the nation and the country to build a slogan that transcends class, driving 140 million cattle and horses to move bricks and bricks for their own pyramid."

[That Eita Imasai said that you will become the god of this country, standing above 140 million people, tsk. The demon sword was amazed, [Your mortal emperor is like this, although the rulers are only mortals, but if it is such a god, it doesn't hurt to be a god. 】

"The so-called gods in his mouth." The seat head is placed on the handle of the knife.

"If you stand on top of the heads of mortals, enjoy prostration, and be powerful, you will be trapped in the network constructed by mortal society. The so-called gods are just another ugly fantasy of mankind. ”

"It's just that some people pin their beautiful fantasies of power on ethereal idols of gods, wrapping a mortal in gold leaf and attaching jewels to the illusion that divinity will emerge from the mummy of death."

"The gods in his mouth are still members of this social system, entrusting them in the ubiquitous network of colors, and no matter how powerful they are, they are still wrapped in the greed of seven billion mortals."

"The peasants who work in the fields fantasize that the big man should use a golden hoe, the gods should be powerful, the gods should be powerful, the gods should be immortal, and the gods should enjoy the worship of the world's material resources, this is the god of the present West Yingtai."

【......】Mizuno was silent, the first holder was a megalomaniac, the second was a gambler, and the third became a philosopher.

But this guy's understanding of gods and spirits seems to be exceptionally novel.

[Hump, the god in your heart, what is it? 】

"True gods." There was no hesitation in the words of the head of the sword, as if he had already had a painting of the appearance of the gods in his heart, "He should be an existence beyond the whole society, not bound by the human social system, not an idol of clay sculptures, he ignores the productive forces, ignores the relations of production, no longer maintains the greed of human beings, and can reverse the social network of human beings by himself." ”

The white pupils of the seat head slashed and the searchlight reflected in it.

"Life and death, pain and joy, are no different from the gods."

[Then you said so, none of the immortals who appear in the world now can be counted as gods in your eyes. 】

The head of the seat smiled hesitantly: "Do you think I'm such a homeless man, and I'm a blind person, can I see the program on the TV, at most, I just listen to other homeless people talk nonsense, I don't know where to get the news, it's a mess." ”

"But from what other homeless people said, those demons and monsters, gods and Buddhas who appeared all over the world ......"

"It's just a clay sculpture with different skins and the same inside."

Mizuno's heart jumped suddenly, although this head was blind, but what he saw was not ordinary.

If he hadn't known that the seat head was talking about imaginary fingers, Mizuno would have jumped on the spot.

The seat head said a lot, as if he was once not blind but dumb, and when he got his mouth, he had to say everything he had never said before.

Like, confessing the last words.

Confess the last words of his life.

And with the chatter of the humblehead, his figure jumped out of the woods.

More than once the woods were filled with troops.

"Da!"

Countless searchlights shone on the seathead, the barricades defended, the armored battle line was arranged a hundred meters away, and the black muzzle and muzzle pairs were turned at the same time.

Outside, they were already ready to follow the footprints, and Amelika's army was in earnest.

The sound of mechanical friction, the pulse of human muscle blood pumping.

From left to right, from top to bottom, on the left and right of the Grim Reaper stood with swords, their bodies held high, ready to harvest the souls of the seat.

"Fujitora Renichi, you brutally killed fifteen innocent people at the Yokosuka base." A neutral voice came from the loudspeaker, "Now our army will be ...... for anti-social crimes"

[It turns out that your real name is Fujitora Renichi.] 】

"No, I'm a humble." The seathead slashed with his left hand on the wooden handle, and his right hand went down the scabbard.

"Dah."

The tip of the scabbard struck the ground, and the guide stick guided the head forward with a knife.

This way, you don't have to worry about tripping over stones.

"...... of crimes against humanity"

The horn sounded a list of crimes.

The head of the seat was vague in his footsteps, but his breathing was calm, and in front of the black muzzle, the blind old man was slightly hunched.

"Kill you on the spot!"