Like a young samurai who crawled back from the Hell Shura Field, he no longer had the slightest sense of reason and calmness. The corners of the saliva mouth, combined with the broken and distorted face, are alive and well from a murderous ghost.

"At the end of the day, your wish is not at all, you want to be freed in battle, right?" Ren Yuan looked at the completely crazy opponent in front of him, and said mockingly, "Strip away the false disguise, you are just a monster who is eager to kill." ”

"I, I'm not..."The demented young samurai suddenly woke up, as if remembering some past, his brows full of struggle, "I don't want to kill them... I was..."

"If not, what drew you to this killing country?" Ren Yuan asked in a loud voice, he had already guessed what was going on here. The next step is to break down this weird and strange barrier.

"I'm coming, I'm coming—" The young samurai held his sword and spear, and raised his hand to hold his swollen forehead, as if something was about to emerge from it.

"Do you remember your name!" Ren Yuan raised his head and roared, his rough voice was deafening, and the young warrior who was directly excited looked up to the sky and howled. Scenes of vague memories emerged from the depths of the blood-red sea of knowledge, and fierce sparks poured out. The extreme pain of being deliberately forgotten and buried is also alive with the awakening of memory.

In his most desperate moments, when he understood that everything was irreparable. In the end, he chose to forget (qíng) to kill, to draw the final end to that tragic tragedy. When the silver-white country was soaked in bright red, the young warrior who was desperate for nothing gave up facing this world after all, smelled the bloody breath that permeated the heavens and the earth, and escaped into the deepest Shura purgatory. In the depths of my memory, the pretty face (jiāo) hidden in the plain white world is also like a bubble that dissipates away...

"Ah!!h

With a chaotic roar, the young warrior who had given up thinking danced his sword and spear, kicked two broken legs with long knives, and went straight to Ren Yuan to kill. The two sides no longer have any skill or calculation, just like two primitive beasts, rushing together to start the most savage and vulgar fight.

The moment the young samurai goes completely crazy, the winner is already decided. Exchanging injuries for injuries is an undesirable situation for Ren Yuan. The two of them twisted together by the dirty stream of blood, slashing and stabbing with swords, tearing hands and biting teeth. Hot blood, golden fat, twitching muscles (ròu). The fight was like a botched anatomy. By the time the two sides parted, the wounds on Ren Yuan (shēn) were almost healed.

The seriously injured and dying young samurai finally slowly came to his senses, and the crazy look in his eyes gradually faded. Slowly looking up at Ren Yuan opposite, the latter was turning his head to spit out the two fingers that had been bitten from his hand, his skin moving up and down with a look of mockery and disdain on his face.

"You've lost."

"I can't lose." The young samurai shook his head slightly, "As long as I don't admit defeat, you won't be able to get out of this barrier, and as long as this barrier is still there, I will never lose." ”

"I'll make you throw in the towel." Ren Yuan looked at the latter kneeling on the ground, and said confidently, "Believe me, I can." ”

"What are you going to do? Kill me, or torture me? The young samurai smiled lightly, "How are you going to make me submit?" ”

"I don't have to kill you or torture you." Ren Yuan pointed at the other party and said, "When you calm down and talk to me, I have already won." ”

"From the first time I saw you, I knew that it was not this barrier that held you back, but your obsession that kept it running." Ren Yuan sneered, "You don't think that you are a projection of this enchantment, right?" Think that as long as this barrier is not broken, you can be reborn? ”

"Isn't it?" year

The light samurai asked through gritted teeth

"Do you ask me?" Ren Yuan sat cross-legged on the ground and said with a smile on his face, "You know very well whether it is the enchantment book (shēn) or your own obsession that maintains your existence, right?" Or do you remember it, but you still refuse to admit the reality? ”

“…”

Dead silence, floating (dàng) in the dark red moonlight. After a long time, the young samurai let go of his tense shoulders and threw himself to the mud, burying his entire face in the muddy water. The barrier of lies that supported him collapsed little by little.

"How long have I been here?" A dull voice came from the muddy water

"I don't know, I'm not from the academy, and I'm here for the first time." Ren Yuan shrugged and said, "When you were summoned, I don't know. ”

"Academic?"

"It's the gang that summoned you... Probably, I don't really know. ”

"You were asked by them to settle me?"

"No, I'm here to deal with them, but I was tricked into here." Ren Yuan thought to himself that although he took the initiative to walk into this trap, after all, that Niwa Xianxiong concealed it first, and it was not wrong to say that he had been deceived.

"It's a long, long dream," the young samurai muttered as he let out a long breath, "It's like winter in Ezo Country, it's always so boring and long... I remembered, I remembered... Kiyohime, are you coming to pick me up..."

As the young samurai's murmur grew lower, the entire space trembled slightly. The blood moon in the sky quickly lost its light and vitality, the muddy ground began to crack slowly, and the bottomless blood stream quickly dried up. In just a few breaths, the vitality of the entire enchantment was rapidly dying. The gray haze gradually rose, and the leaden clouds condensed, and goose feathers snow fell in Helheim.

Intense sorrow filled this world, and even if he was as cold-blooded as Ren Yuan, he also felt bursts of melancholy surging into his heart. He reached out and took a snowflake, watching it quickly melt in his palm, a piercing pain surging down his palm. Hidden under this bloodshed is such a majestic sadness. Ren Yuan couldn't help but ask

"Who the hell are you?"

Layers of sad snow quickly piled up on the ground, and in an instant, the sky and the earth turned into a piece of silver, and the eyes were full of dazzling clear light. The shadow of the young samurai lying on the ground became more and more illusory due to the burial of the snow, and the intermittent sound came ethereal and fell into Ren Yuan's ears

"I am... Ezo Country's... Great..."

However, before he could finish speaking, the goose feather snow had already reached the point where he could not see his five fingers, and with the last violent tremor, the entire enchantment disappeared without a trace in an instant. This land of Shura, where the blood moon hangs, seems to have never existed in this world.

Ren Yuan looked around, and he was standing in a room of more than 100 square meters. In the middle of the room was a quaint altar with a bluestone base surrounded by a wooden fence, and on top of the altar was an empty long wooden table. The entire room was filled with hundreds of corpses of all kinds, human, stitched up guards, and animals. The strong smell of corpses filled the nostrils, and the whole room was like a large pit of abandoned corpses on the battlefield.

Walking up to the altar, there are various marks painted around the wooden table, and there are many ritual utensils such as incense, candles, paper money, etc. Ren Yuan found that according to the traces on the wooden table, there should have been a main sacrifice here. But at the moment, it was empty, and from the traces, it was clear that someone had just taken the main sacrifice.

"No wonder the barrier collapsed so quickly..."Ren Yuan muttered secretly in his heart, he also had a lot of research on the séance rituals of Shintoism. This octagonal altar and the ritual utensils placed on the ground show that it is a variant of the Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice held here. The purpose is not to give someone another life

, but through sacrifices to call out the spirits of the dead who have passed away.

Judging from the results, it is difficult for him to say whether this Taishan Mansion Monarch Festival is a success or a failure. It seems that something happened during the arrival of the young samurai. As a result, the main priests had to rely on large-scale blood sacrifices to maintain the stability of the descending objects and the barrier.

However, this method of drinking to quench thirst is not good, and the result is that the young samurai in the barrier has become a murderous madman under the influence of the blood sacrifice, and even his original memory has been clouded. In order to maintain balance, the academic school can only continue to increase the scale of blood sacrifices to suppress the hearts of young samurai.

After searching around, Ren Yuan only found a broken jade plaque in the corner of the altar, on which was engraved with the word "Ezo". Now it seems that it may be that he has upset this balance within himself. In order to keep the most important main sacrifice, the Adventists took the initiative to take the things on the wooden table.

Just as Ren Yuandong was looking around and trying to find a way from here, the familiar alarm sounded again. Then countless chaotic footsteps stopped outside. He looked down at the quantum beacon on his wrist, and after thinking for a moment, he still didn't knock down the signal to attack...

"He really ruined that barrier!" Niwa Senio sounded out with a voice with seven points of surprise and three points of jealousy, and the expression (qíng) on his face could not be said to be happy or angry, and he twisted in a complicated way.

"Hmm." Medusa replied lightly and did not answer. She wasn't too surprised by the result, but when everything really happened, it was impossible not to be shocked. The name of the body of the false god, when she was facing the disaster department, her ears were calloused, but it was the first time that she really understood his strength.

She knew very well what kind of monster was trapped in the enchantment, so how to deal with it was one of the main tasks she had been researching recently. Seeing that Ren Yuan solved it so lightly, an ominous premonition rushed straight down her spine to her brain, maybe it was a serious mistake to let him in!

"You say, how are we going to arrest him?" Niwa Seno turned his head and asked, "Poison, freezing, or plasticizing rubber?" ”

"I don't know." Medusa's tone trembled imperceptibly, "I want to lock him in that room and observe him for a while." ”

"Huh?" Niwa Senio was a little dissatisfied with Medusa's answer, and asked in a slightly cold tone, "The hunter will use him, so naturally he has prepared countermeasures, right?" And as far as I know, the Sword Pavilion where you were working at the Ministry of Disasters (shēn) was dealing with Inhumans, wasn't it? Do you not want to say it, or do you really not know? ”

"The body of the false god is very high-level in the Ministry of Disasters, and his response plan is naturally an important secret of the Sword Pavilion." Medusa picked up the implication of the other party's words, and responded-for-tat: "It's not a miscellaneous organization with only a few hundred people in the disaster department, do you think anyone can know about this kind of confidential (qíng) report?" Or do you think I'm hiding something? ”

"I don't mean that, but I think it would be much easier if Miss Medusa could provide a qíng." Niwa Senio casually put a step on his hand to round the conversation.

"I only know that there are a few plans for the Ministry of Disasters on how to preserve the body of the false god. As I told you before he entered the World Tree, it is generally accepted that the most reliable method is to divide it into blocks (ròu) with a diameter of no more than 15 centimeters and store them in liquid nitrogen below minus 200 degrees. Medusa raised her eyebrows and said, "As for how to make him like this, I'm only from the research institute and not from the executive team, how do I know?" ”

"Haha, that's good." Niwa Senio bowed his head slightly, and confidently gave the order to the defense team guarding outside Helheim on the communicator

"Take him out, cut him into pieces less than ten centimeters in diameter, and soak them all in liquid nitrogen."