The seven emotions are constructed into an abyss, and the pain, like a dark mire that drags people down, and above the thick darkness, there is a dazzling and illusory white light, which is filled with endless joy and happiness.

"Throw away the emotions of fear, sorrow, anger, and sorrow, which can only bring suffering, and completely melt into the white light in front of you."

For a moment, Kamiyagawa really wanted to do this.

The appeal of this choice is just too great, like the apple in the Garden of Eden, delicate and dripping, naked temptation.

But before Kamiya could make a choice, a third color began to escape from the abyss, which was only black and white, some faint, smoky red.

Compared to the harsh white light, the faint reds were too inconspicuous.

The red color also seems to belong to a certain emotion, and it is forcibly intervened from the outside, and has nothing to do with leeches. The red color of the tulle was too small, like a candle the size of a grain of rice against the delicate sun in the sky, and it seemed to be not worth mentioning.

But it was this faint external emotion that stopped Kamiya's urge to continue to get closer to the white light.

He heard a voice again, surging from the red emotion—

"Mary-chan is so cute! Single-push! ”

"Scold me, scold me, Mary-chan!"

"Ten consecutive withdrawals, come to the live broadcast room to repay your wishes."

"I want to tell you about our Word Marker and Savior, the Great God-King of the High Heavens, and the gods under His throne. These include the goddess who spreads joy and good fortune, the master who controls terror and dreams, and the young girl who holds the light of the sun. ”

"Our people believe in a god who brings light and new life to the root earth."

“……”

The voices of different people, some of which Kamiyagawa couldn't understand at all.

But he could feel the joy and joy contained in those words.

Even if the pleasures were very small, they were as small as the faint blush of red, and they were insignificant compared to the dazzling white light.

Some of these joys are even strange.

But they are not empty, they are not empty.

These joyful emotions have been witnessed by Kamiyagawa or watched by the sidelines.

At the very least, compared to the imaginary joy and happiness of leeches, those seemingly uncommendable joys are real.

"Mary?"

The collision between the small reality and the vast nothingness caused Kamiyagawa to wake up from the endless emotional abyss constructed by leeches.

He found himself lying on the shattered ground.

The skeletal whale lay around as if it had been stranded, and there were other gods around the skeletal whale, as if they had fallen into a deep coma.

The same goes for both the whale and the little white she-wolf protected by the whale, who fell to the ground unconscious.

The closest to Kamiya was the purple-and-white Pranya, her eyes closed, her brows locked, and the look on her face was painful, but after fainting, she still maintained the movement of holding Kamiya tightly.

"Just now?"

What just happened?

Kamiya remembered something, as if the incomparably huge body of the leech suddenly dissolved, and everyone fell from the sky at the same time.

Then, it seems to be under the influence of some powerful force, and everyone falls into an abnormal state.

Judging from the current situation, the calf should be a little away from the main battlefield, and the bone whale caught all the fallen friendly units in time with the bone whale before it was affected and fainted.

Kamiya wanted to try to prop up his body from the ground, but such a simple movement seemed difficult to complete.

He saw that the entire Songze area, which had been shattered, was filled with some strange light, pervasive, encroaching on every inch of space.

Black, gray, blue, purple......

Arcs of light whirled and whistled, full of suffocating pain.

"Those are, emotions?"

Kamiyagawa recognized these colors because he had used the "love core".

In my impression, the horror and horror are the wriggling black and gray, and the sorrow and sorrow are the bleak blue and purple.

Therefore, these things that surround everyone should be the emotions released by leeches or 800 bhikshunis at the end.

Farther away, Kamiya saw a red mist churning above the ruins.

I saw that inside the mist, Mary's slender back was standing proudly with a knife, and her red and black dress was swaying.

At Mary's side were numerous shattered, wriggling pieces of black flesh. What she was confronting was a massive, shattered half-humanoid sculpture of flesh.

Wrong.

It wasn't a sculpture, it was eight hundred bhikshunis.

Kamiya finally understood what was going on.

At the end of the battle, the eight hundred bhikshunis summoned the six so-called bad emotions that were devoured by the leeches, so as to convey the suffering. Then, with beautiful and illusory happiness and joy, he tempted the people of Kamiya, who were deeply trapped in that deep suffering, to accept the blessing of leeches.

Just now, in that "emotional abyss", if Kamiyagawa had accepted the unrealistically beautiful white light, it is estimated that he would now be one with leeches or eight hundred bhikshunis.

And on Kamiya's side, Mary was the only one who was not affected by all this.

She herself is a doll who is difficult to understand emotions normally, and at the same time, she is also a happy god who accepts the joy of the faith of the "believers".

Those empty joys could not attract her.

Even, Mary awakened Kamiyagawa with her faith.

"I've got to help her."

Kamiya tried to get up again, trying his best to pick up the ghost that had fallen beside him.

But it still can't be done.

Fear, sorrow, anger, and sorrow enveloped him, making him afraid, sad, confused, annoyed, and miserable.

Even if the consciousness is indeed slightly awake, the body is completely out of control.

While struggling, Kamiya heard the voice of the Dream Eater.

"Poof."

The tapir staggered to its feet.

Kamiya is the first of the comatose friendly units to come to their senses, and the tapir is the second.

It seems that Mary is supposed to be trying to wake everyone up with her faith.

The little tapir had just woken up, and before he could figure out what was going on, he shook his nose in confusion and weakness.

"Puff ......"

Then it heard the voice of its master—

"Little tapir, those emotions! Shock and fear, can it be controlled? No, they have to be contained! ”

It's no longer a question of whether you can or not.

If you don't get rid of the interference of the six emotions, even if you wake up, you can only sit and wait.

"Poof!"

Although it didn't understand what was going on, the Dream Eater Tapir didn't question Kamiya's orders at all, its nose slightly raised, and the auspicious cloud lines on its forehead and limbs glowed with a blurry light.

Those magnificent dream rays swirled away, like predation, capturing the gray and black light of "shock" and "fear" scattered among the pine trees, and dragging them to the dream-eating tapir's side.

There is more than one emotional god on this side of Kamiya.

Tapirs are masters of horror and fear!

For a moment, Kamiya felt the incomparably painful emotions relieved.

The part of the negative emotions that interfered with him, the part of him that made him irresistible and tremble, suddenly disappeared.

As if aware of the negativity in the space being weakened, Mary made another move, and the red mist around her swirled and spread to her surroundings, engulfing the orange emotions that were rushing around the space.

However, this process is far more laborious than that of the tapir.

Although Mary is an emotional god, it is too reluctant for her to only control joy and forcibly swallow other emotions, which should bring a great burden.

And as those orange emotions dissipated, the negativity of Kamiya's irritable chaos disappeared with it.

It seems that what Mary took from Matsusawa was "anger".

Now the only thing that affects Kamiya River is the "sorrow" that brings sadness and sadness, and the "sorrow" that causes annoyance.

Half of the six negative emotions were removed, and in this case, he was finally able to move, and the Shikigami around him also showed signs of waking up one after another.

"Pranya!"

Kamiyagawa grabbed the ghost cut and burst out from the ground, considering that the two successive battles had consumed a lot of time, just in case, he knocked another dose of [Life Extension Purple Gold Cream].

“…… I'm here. ”

A slightly debilitating response.

You can smell the faint scent of bergamot and cedar mixed with the oak bitter tone of Prajna's body, and you can feel the cold and soft touch on her body against her back.

The newly awakened Pranya still had a painful look on his face, but he didn't think about it and obeyed Kamiya's call, turning into a mask of jealousy and attaching it to his face again.

A few strands of black hair swayed under the corners of his sideburns, and under the grotesque white leather mask, Kamiya's eyes were shining.

The ghost hand exhaled with a loud roar, and the tightly packed scales vibrated as they held the ghost cut.

"Up!"

Kamiyagawa launched a final assault on the eight hundred bhikshunis.

Tapir and Mary are now unable to do anything more because they are controlling and eating away at their emotions in the space.

Kamiya rushed in front of the eight hundred bhikshunis alone, the sword light flashed suddenly, and the ghost hand waved the ghost cut, slashing down in a cloud of glory.

The thick and narrow blade swung down, and a terrible self-singing sound erupted from the blade, like countless ghostly Yin Army, Mingjin beat the drum, and rushed out majestically. The ghost cut through the air, and also tore through the tattered tall bodies of the eight hundred bhikshunis, until it was about to cut them open, and the momentum finally slowed down.

In the face of such a fierce attack, the eight hundred bhikshunis just stood in place without dodging or resisting.

She had been standing like this since just now.

The smile of compassion was no longer visible on her face, and was replaced by an endless confusion.

"Why?" The eyes of the eight hundred bhikshunis were like candles about to be extinguished in a raging wind, with only the last faint light left, "That should be the power of the Lord, why can you control it?" ”

Emotions are the power of leeches.

It seems like this.

Kamiyagawa has a prop in his hand [Seven Emotions - Magatama], and the item information of this item is also explained in this way.

It seems that the magatama originally belonged to a leech.

Maybe the leech was originally born from the jade, maybe in the process of being banished and drifting later, the piece of magatama was lost, and then it became the task reward of "Strange Tales of Things".

"Perhaps, I have been in touch with your Lord for a long time?" Kamiya replied to her, "Besides, I forgot to tell you before. On my side, I am also spreading joy to the world, but it is different from your unreasonable method. ”

Because of the possession of [Seven Emotions Mapama], Kamiya River is indeed related to leeches.

"Spread the joy?"

Syllable.

Eight hundred bhikshunis held the blade of the oni cut in their hands, and the upper half of her body that had been cut open was already shaky.

"So, you are also an 800 bhikshuni? You, like me, will you create an ideal land of joy for the world for the Lord, right? ”

Kamiya did not give any response to the eight hundred bhikshunis.

But then I saw the confusion on the other party's face disappear, and it turned into a smile that was not sympathetic and inclusive, but relieved.

The black flesh on her body wriggled, bounded by a huge gap cut by the ghost, and her body split in two.

"Lord...... Is that what you want to see? ”

The eight hundred bhikshunis finally prayed with their hands on their chests.

After that, it slammed into the ground, turning into a puddle of black dead flesh that no longer wriggled and the smell of water gradually faded.

In the pine pine, the other pieces of meat also shrank at the same time, and gradually lost their vitality.

It seems that the banished Old Gods and the Apostles who gained "immortality" by devouring the flesh and blood of the gods have finally passed away together.

……

With the death of the leech and the eight hundred bhikshunis, the already crumbling Matsuzawa completely collapsed.

A large black chasm appeared in front of Kamiyagawa, similar to the crack that appeared after killing the earthquake catfish.

Mary and the little tapir were a little unable to support it, and they were the first to dissipate and return, and then the figures of the other awakened Shikigami also faded from the spot.

The eight-foot woman's tentacles squirmed, and something rolled out from between the flesh and blood everywhere, probably trophies or something, and stuffed it into Kamiya's arms, and then also entered the Jizo statue.

Finally, there is the Utengu.

Tengu, who had been in the safe zone the whole time, reappeared with the fawn, and he did a good job of completing the mission.

"Master, ...... here"

After Kanoya came out, he looked at Matsuzawa who had collapsed, and he didn't know what expression to make for a while.

Although I thought that Master would fight very fiercely with leeches and 800 bhikshunis, could they actually fight like this?

This is the equivalent of tearing down the whole of Matsuzawa, right?

But sure enough, in the end, it was the master and the master who won their victory.

"Go home."

Kamiya put away the props, and by now, he was already at the end of the crossbow.

Luyeya held the unconscious wolf in his arms like a pet dog, and then looked around anxiously looking for something: "Master, the little grandfather has not returned. It's not the main body, it's the one who came in with me. ”

"That one ......"

Kamiya opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Beside him, the little old man's body, which is the number 0 in Shikanoya's heart, appeared.

"Woohoo."

Little Old Man No. 0 shook his head at Master and Apprentice Kamiyagawa.

In fact, from the time he first entered Matsuzawa, he couldn't feel the breath of his independent external existence.

Little Old Man No. 3 is probably no longer there.

"We've got to go, fawn, Matsuzawa is going to collapse."

Kamiya raised his hand and grabbed Kanoya.

"But, but, Master! I, I'm ......" Xiaolu's shoulders trembled, and she unconsciously hugged the wolf in her arms a little tighter, she probably understood the current situation, "...... I know. ”

In the shrinking pine sweez, the spatial gap widened larger and wider, until it engulfed both the master and apprentice of Kamiya. (End of chapter)