The loud crow of the crow carries a sense of majesty that belongs only to the gods.

Because the bones of the Saruta Hikomei that were successfully contained had the authoritative characteristics of "guiding the way" and "leading", the appearance of the black tengu in the whirlwind and its existence on the battlefield can give people an inexplicable comfort, as if as long as he is there, he can dispel all the darkness and fear.

Weakness is indeed a bit weak, but in terms of the current state of the Utengu, it is obvious that he can participate in the battle.

He just appeared here to help his master.

"Utengu!"

Kamiyagawa called out to his second god-style god, and quickly groped for something from the [Mirage Cloth Bag].

It was a patch of white bird feathers.

The tengu and his master had a heart-to-heart connection, and the moment they swept over the head of the Kamiya River, he raised the black fan in his hand.

The wind mixed with the sand and gravel rose and "whirred" wildly, curling the feathers towards the black tengu.

And the moment it came into contact with the tengu, the feather disintegrated into countless tiny particles, and the wind summoned by the black tengu rolled into a vortex, and quickly sank into his body.

This feather comes from Saruta Hikomei, and it is a unique relic of the gods.

It is very likely that it contains the ability of the Tengu Ancestor God to control space.

Although this thing has a very good compatibility with the Utengu, the tengu was not strong enough to digest this material. And now that he has officially crossed the threshold of the gods, he can finally inherit all the inheritance of the ancestral gods.

Quickly accommodating [Saruta Hikomei's Feather], Tengu's appearance has undergone some changes-

His feathers were originally dark black with a dull sheen, but when the white feathers were absorbed, the edges of the feathers showed a luxurious pale silver-white color.

The deep black is inlaid with silver white, like the shining stars in the dark night sky. In addition, on the top of the forehead of the black tengu, white hair also appeared, fluttering in the wind.

These white feathers and white hairs complement the same white god pattern mask on his face, with a very peculiar, savage and luxurious sense of vision.

Such a color change may make it difficult for the black tengu to be defined as a "crow" now.

However, another god who became a stepping stone on the path of the Utengu was said to have turned into a white bird after his death, which is somewhat similar to the current appearance of the tengu.

While absorbing the [Saruta Hikomei's Feather], the Utengu did not hesitate in his movements, flapping his wings and striking the sky, and resolutely attacked the dragon god coiled in the air.

High in the sky.

The cannon fire of the [Three Thousand Worlds] was still bombarding the dragon's head fiercely.

Dense black spell lines surged here, protecting Aoyanagi, who was half embedded in the flesh and blood of the dragon god, as much as possible in the dense artillery fire.

And Aoyagi, who was already in pieces, even though he was under severe impact, still tried to lift the mace and struggled to self-harm.

At this moment, the clear cry of a crow sounded amid the roar of artillery fire.

The Utengu, who is strong when it is strong, directly penetrates into the area covered by artillery fire by virtue of its extremely strong battlefield mobility.

The dragon god could also feel at this time that another tricky enemy appeared on the battlefield.

The spells that had protected Aoyagi spread wildly, like dark rifts in a drowsy space, they rolled and twisted, as if struggling and roaring, forming an evil and sneaky black tide trying to stop the invasion of the black dogs.

Whoop –

On the back wings of the black dog, those black feathers inlaid with silver edges shot out like arrows.

Many feathers sliced through the space violently, forming a hideous crack in mid-air. All of a sudden, everything around the tengu took on a bright outline of pure white, and even the air took shape.

At the end of the gap, there is a strange space of black and white, with black as thick as ink below, and a harsh white completely occupying the space above.

It's a lot like the spatial ability that Saruta Hikomei used to trap Kamiya River on the Amado Rock.

Now, the Utengu has probably inherited this power by absorbing the realm of the ancestral gods, and has used it to "upgrade" his "One Ride Space" skill, making this ability flexible and changeable.

The cracks torn open by the "Tengu Space" are like black holes that can devour everything, distorting everything.

The dragon god was completely defenseless against this situation, and the black tide-like spell line was instantly swallowed by the gap.

The Utengu was agile and flew through the spatial singularity in the air, and neither the spell line nor the artillery fire could stop him.

The axe drew a sharp and thick arc of cold silver light, and swept past Aoyagi's body.

Although Aoyagi's body was riddled with holes due to self-mutilation, and now that he had lost the protection of a large number of spell wires and was completely exposed to artillery fire, there was really no way to stop the fierce attack of the Utengu.

Aoyagi's right hand holding the hammer suddenly separated from his body, and was thrown high, splattering a large amount of blood, and then along with the hammer, he was absorbed into the "Tengu Space".

Simply cutting off the target's right arm, Tengu can be regarded as fulfilling his master's order to "don't let Aoyagi harm himself", snatching out of the artillery fire area again, and hovering around the dragon's head for the next opportunity.

……

Once again, the situation on the battlefield has changed.

On Kamiyagawa's side, there were already two A-rank gods participating in the battle.

And Kamiya himself, as the lord of the world, is almost the same as an A-level god in combat power when he is integrated with the face of Prajna.

Ryujin had a self-mutilation wound, and the effects of that self-mutilation were completely replaced by Takiyasha.

Now with the addition of Utengu to the battle, a situation has taken shape in which four main forces are besieging one enemy.

As long as the dragon god is suppressed and he is not allowed to use his strange abilities again, the balance of victory will naturally begin to tip on Kamiyagawa's side.

Kamiya leaps nimbly in the space of the hotel, gradually stepping into the aerial battlefield.

With the blessing of the field, and the further aggravation of the dragon god's injury, the shadow-like "curse killing shadow" could not catch up with him at all.

Now it is completely the battle rhythm that Kamiyagawa is most familiar with.

Seize the opportunity, take advantage of the victory and pursue, and hopefully take down the enemy in one fell swoop!

The black tengu and the Yachitoshi were still attacking the dragon god's dragon head.

And Kamiyagawa jumped on the back of the dragon god with the help of the hotel space.

Burst!

Oni Kiri and Boy Kiri slashed into the back of the dragon god at the same time.

Mary, who came out of the red mist, also cooperated with the machete to chop into the back of the dragon god.

The chaotic sword light and sword shadow tore through the dark scales, stirring up large swaths of blood and minced flesh, and the pitch-black spell lines that rolled out of the dragon god's flesh and blood were also fused by the sun and thunder.

Kamiyagawa's eyes condensed, dragging the two ghost slashing knives, and continued to move at high speed, further expanding the wound on the back of the dragon god.

"The dragon god can't hold on, but ...... There is no bone. ”

Yes, the battle is indeed going to be won.

But, there is no bone.

Beneath the shocking wounds of the enemy, there were wriggling flesh, mutilated dragon scales, and dense black lines, but only the bones were nowhere to be seen.

As the god of Tianjin for three generations, the god of dark silt and beauty must have the bones of a god.

And at this moment, his back is about to be directly cut through by Kamiya and Mary, and even then he can't see the existence of bones, so there is only one possibility-

The body that has now come to him is not His real body.

It is composed of a large amount of Aoyagi's flesh and blood, and the consciousness of the dragon god.

It is likely that the true body and bones of the gods are still in the unknown space that shackles him?

The dragon god may not have looked down on this body very much, so he didn't let his own god bones fuse into this body.

Of course, it is more likely that he was forced by the Valley of the Gods, and came in such a hurry that even the bones of the gods could not be condensed on this body for the time being.

"If you can't even remove the bones of the dragon god, can you really kill him?"

In fact, Kamiyagawa didn't know very well that after killing the deformed dragon god in front of him, he could be regarded as preventing the arrival of Dark Silt Kami; still extinguished the will of the dragon god, so that the dark silt and beauty fell directly.

But no matter which result it is, if you can't get the bones of the gods who are dark and beautiful, the harvest will inevitably seem a little too small.

The rewards are out of proportion to the tough battles.

As if to vent his grievances, the two famous knives held by Kamiyagawa bit even more fiercely into the depths of the dragon god's flesh and blood.

And at this moment, he suddenly had some very strange feelings.

The first is the dull loud sound of a bell.

The voice didn't sound like it was coming from somewhere on the battlefield he was in, but more like it came from the depths of Kamiyagawa's mind.

Immediately after that, the passage of time ceased to exist.

Kamiyagawa suddenly couldn't feel the smell of blood and the killing atmosphere on the battlefield.

"What did the dragon god do again?"

In the face of such changes, Kamiyagawa was vigilant, thinking that it was the body of the dragon god that was dying and struggling, and what kind of treacherous ability it had shown.

But then things got even more wrong.

Kamiya found that he had broken away from the surface of Ryujin's body at some point, and even the surrounding environment was no longer the sewage treatment plant in Kamigoshi Town.

When he reacted, Kamiya found himself in a vast space, and the heavens and the earth were chaotic and blurry, like a cup of turbid liquid that was constantly stirring in a cup.

Some huge silhouettes that could not be seen clearly seemed to be some extremely ancient objects, carrying a suffocating terrifying coercion, writhing in this strange world.

And between those vague outlines, there is only one that is clearly distinguishable.

It was an entrenched dragon.

Towering like a mountain between heaven and earth, the dark scales are closely aligned, shimmering with a hard metallic sheen. The massive dragon's head hung down, and the dragon's mouth was open, revealing its sharp fangs.

There was a strange evil aura around it, it was a cursed aura, like a cold wind blowing from the Nine Hells Mansion, cold and cruel.

It was such a majestic giant, but compared to the distorted, indiscernible ancient outlines around it, this giant dragon had to give people a feeling that was not too shocking.

The dragon was not moving at this time, it was coiled like a sculpture, motionless.

The vague silhouettes writhed past the dragon's body without any hindrance.

It's a weird scene.

It feels like those giant silhouettes, some of the other dimensions are projected onto such silhouettes.

"Is that a dark sludge and a beauty? Here it is...... Trapped in the place of dark silt and beauty? ”

Land of the Dragon?

Such a thought came to Kamiyagawa's heart.

He didn't know why he was here.

No...... It shouldn't be "coming".

Kamiyagawa calmed down and observed the surrounding situation, feeling that he did not really suddenly enter the "Land of the Imprisoned Dragon", but was pulled by some kind of force, so he felt the situation here.

Just as Kamiya was alert and confused, he heard a whisper.

Dull, hoarse, deranged, mad.

Hollow and dead, sticky and slippery.

Not a simple sound, like an ancient spell escaping from a crack in the abyss, with an aura of corruption and endless despair.

The whispers weave into an invisible web between this strange world, each of which pierces the soul of the listener like sharp claws.

It makes the already muddy space even more grotesque, and the huge outlines that are entangled in various distortions and blurred and cannot be seen clearly are dancing in ecstasy in some whispers, unable to look directly.

And in the midst of this terrifying carnival, Kamiyagawa heard a voice that was enough to make him frightened.

There were some sounds he had heard before, mixed in with these babbles!

"Xu Fu! Xu Fu! Xu Fu! Xu Fu! ”

Xu Fu ...... Xu Fu ......"

In the midst of such jubilant shouts, Kamiyagawa saw a figure emerge from the filth.

How do you describe that figure?

It's not huge enough, and compared to the coiling dragon and those vague outlines, it looks very small, vaguely humanoid.

Not clear, not vague.

It's more like something between the coiling dragon and those who can't see the outline clearly.

Even if Kamiyagawa condensed his pupils to the extreme, he could only vaguely glimpse that the humanoid figure seemed to be a middle-aged man, wearing a black robe and holding a bronze sword in his hand.

The man carried his sword, unhindered but rather slow through the blurred outlines, twisting forward, one step at a time, approaching the immobile Dark Silt Kami.

Vaguely, Kamiya felt that the other party seemed to pause and deliberately glanced at him, but he really couldn't see his eyes and expressions.

The eastward crosser, this one is definitely the eastward crosser.

But Kamiyagawa didn't call him by name just now.

I remember that the medicine seller said that his master was trapped somewhere in the unknown.

So...... The place where the eastbound crossers were trapped is the same place where the dark silt Kami was trapped!?

Before Kamiyagawa could figure out what the situation was now, the eastward crosser in the distance had already walked in front of Dark Silt Kami.

The bronze sword in his hand burst into flames, slamming into the dark iron dragon scales!

The scales shattered, and large swaths of golden flesh poured out of the wounds, and the eastward crossers seemed to be trying to extract the dragon bones from the coiling dragon's body.

As for the dragon god, even if his body is dissected, it is still like a sculpture of a dead thing, just entrenched, motionless.

(End of chapter)