Chapter 373 Written as a bird swim, read as eagle no

"This idiot!!!"

"Senior Araki..."

On the Showa Avenue in the rear, seeing Sosuke Araki's "suicidal" move, Abe Temple and Kengo Yamada were splitting.

However, they didn't have time to do anything, and could only watch in despair as the devastating tornado disappeared into the tiny back...

"etc?!"

"Am I dazzled?"

As everyone expected, the picture of Araki Sosuke being turned into flesh by the tornado did not appear.

On the contrary, the black super-giant tornado, after being hit by the locomotive, seemed to have never appeared before, and it turned into a few wisps of breeze without warning...

And inside the tornado, almost the entire Taito District gathered a thick liquid-like resentment, madly pouring into Araki Sosuke's body.

However, even though the wind was light and the clouds were clear and the black mist dissipated, the building debris and countless ghost figures still fell from the sky towards him.

"If, even this world can't hold me..."

Seeing the strange scene above, Araki Sousuke's face flooded with black runes like a conditioned reflex.

The thick liquid resentment entered his body, making him, who was already drunk, become more and more mad.

It's like a drunkard who has been drinking a hundred years of ageing wine in a row, and then realizes that he is drunk.

"...Then just let me crush the world!!!"

An angry white light ignited from the depths of his pupils, gradually spreading to the entire eye socket, and bursting out as if it were real.

Just as the black rune climbed onto his face, it shattered into a dark red under the impact of the white light.

"Ugh..."

The burning white light in Sousuke Araki's eyes collided with and offset the endless black runes that crept up along his neck.

He entered a mysterious state of losing his mind and acting only on instinct.

In his heart, only one thought was remembered.

Just like every night when I get off work, I rode my motorcycle along the dark and familiar path in front of me, and returned to the apartment in front of Tibet...

Back to his only place to live.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Warring States Warrior" roared and raised his head, using the raised pavement beside his feet, he leaped high...

From Sosuke Araki's back, a pair of huge lava black arms roared out, making the black and white locomotive glide forward for a while as if it had gained wings...

At the same time, a violent and continuous fist wind like a Gatling machine gun slammed into the night sky behind him.

The densely packed ghosts, construction debris, and vehicle wreckage all turned into nothingness under these terrifying punches.

At this moment, the wind and the moon are silent, and the ten thousand Buddhas are in the sect.

In the night sky of Taito District, the Leonid meteor shower blew up.

"To... become a Buddha? This amount?"

"Is this... that guy's true strength?"

"Yes, this is, I know, Mr. Araki..."

In the light and rain, Araki Sosuke's figure soaring and galloping in the air made everyone unable to look away.

"Where is this guy holy?!"

In the air, Kotomine Jiro, who was originally expressionless, opened his mouth in a complacent manner, looking at the ghosts that were shattered into countless dots of light under the black fist.

Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of those ghosts' stumps shining in white light and dancing in the night sky, why he still tried his best to put his hands together...

However, this is because he deliberately manipulated four tornadoes, which contained the grievances of almost the entire Taito District, and attracted thousands of ghosts and resentful spirits! ! !

Just as he was trying to avoid the invisible arrow, he said it was gone?

His gaze, like an eagle, was fixed on the back of the rider.

"Hey, it turns out that as powerful as your Excellency, can you also get hurt?"

The clothes on the rider's back had been shattered into pieces of cloth under the rubbing of various debris and debris.

The small wounds that were densely packed and pooled with blood were revealed.

"No matter where you are sacred, as long as you have weaknesses, even if you are a god, I will kill you!"

Stabilizing his mind, the veins on Jiro Kotomine's face burst, and a violent wind began to gather around him.

"No one...can...stop...the bloom of evil!!!"

Several gusts of wind turned into invisible arms, rolled up several cars parked on the road, and smashed towards Sousuke Araki in mid-air.

Kotomine Jiro, who saw that "divine power" could not take effect directly, calmly took the means he thought was the most effective.

In mid-air, the "Sengoku Warrior" tapped on a piece of wreckage that had not yet fallen, and jumped in the other direction with his strength, narrowly avoiding a smashing car.

Jump overtaking!

However, the window glass that burst along with it, still brought fine bloodstains on Araki Sosuke's body.

"Hey, I see how many times you can hide!"

As if he had grasped the key, Kotomine Jiro in the night wind waved his hands rhythmically as if conducting a symphony.

Cars, following the rhythm of his hands waving, were continuously swept up by the wind and attacked Sosuke Araki.

Even if the warriors of the Warring States period were hoarse and swiftly tossing and turning like beasts...

But the scraps that passed by still left wounds on his body, and at the same time, they eroded his activity space little by little like a Go move.

"No, if it goes on like this, that guy will be unavoidable!"

In the distance, watching Sousuke Araki, who was stumbling forward in the "car rain", with less and less space for activities, but still did not slow down at all, Abeji frowned.

Not far beside him, Yumayuki the bird stopped pulling the bow at some point, and folded his hands in front of his chest, closing his eyes and meditating silently.

"The only person who can defeat you is me..."

"Zheng."

Squeezing out the last trace of spiritual power in his body, his sun and moon knives were unsheathed in the air, and he galloped towards Araki Sousuke against the ground.

"No, stop here for Laozi!!!"

In mid-air, seeing Sousuke Araki who had just avoided a huge piece of concrete, Jiro Kotomine's eagle-like eyes flashed with excitement.

"...CHECKMATE!"

Under his prediction, another large truck had been swept up by the wind and smashed towards the only foothold of the annoying locomotive one step ahead.

Seeing that the Sengoku samurai had nowhere to turn and were about to turn into mud under the heavy truck, a pair of katana swords appeared ghostly under their tires.

"Boom boom boom..."

The locomotive tires were spinning at a high speed, taking advantage of the pair of knives, and the warriors of the Warring States period switched directions, narrowly avoiding the deadly heavy truck, and running towards the Zangqian apartment not far away.

"Run? The rabbit on the ground can't escape the goshawk in the air?"

Kotomine Jiro naturally would not let the other party get his wish.

"...This time, I must end you here!!"

Like a falcon that consumes the strength of its prey in the night sky, he spreads his wings to follow the "white rabbit" rushing below, and constantly manipulates the whirlwind with both hands, rolling up various things and smashing the locomotive.

After landing, blocked by the broken down traffic on the road and the broken terrain crushed by the tornado, Sosuke Araki's activity space was not as flexible as leaping in the air.

And the pair of black arms behind him seemed to be only interested in ghosts, so they "finished work" early and retracted into his body.

In the face of the wreckage that kept coming in like heavy artillery shells, Sousuke Araki, who was only focusing on speeding up, became more and more precarious.

"Lord God..."

Behind Showa Avenue, even though the situation was in jeopardy, Kotori Yumayumi still folded his hands on his chest and closed his eyes in prayer.

Because Grandpa said that as long as you pray with your heart, the Lord God will definitely respond.

Akagi Hime-sama, whom she enshrines, is revered precisely because she responds to women's prayers.

I am the Little Bird Tour family, the heir to the inheritance.

I am the current and only official priestess at Akagi Shrine.

I am the dignified and upright exempted class [II] slayer of spirits, little bird Yumayumi.

Akagi Hime-sama, when Araki-sensei needed help, I was not reconciled to being a burden to him.

"Even if it's only this time, please give me the strength to fight alongside Araki-sensei..."

"Buzzing..."

As the girl prayed in a low voice, the old long knife that had been silent at her waist all night suddenly trembled violently and made a loud chirping.

"July, July rain?"

Akagi's Three Artifacts, Demon Sword, July Rain...

Request to fight!

"...You, too, want to guard Araki-sensei's back with me, right?"

Little Bird Yumayumi was stunned for a moment, then with an excited smile, he carefully grasped the soft leather-wrapped handle.

Unlike Yaogong Youku and Dry Gouyu, as the head of Chicheng's three artifacts, the most arrogant, the Yaodao Qiyueyu, which has not been unsheathed for hundreds of years, is the only artifact that has not responded to her.

It was July Rain, the first answer to her prayers.

"Zheng."

Before she could exert her strength, Qiyueyu almost unsheathed herself against the girl's palm.

"This is……"

Looking at the July rain drawn out of his hand, Xiao Niao Yumao had a surprised look on his face.

"Like the drizzle of July, it is invisible, hence the name, July rain."

As the official priestess of Chicheng Shrine, she once quietly imagined before falling asleep, if the Qiyueyu was pulled out by her own hands, what kind of a sword would it look like.

However, now the Qiyueyu in her hand is not what she imagined, any kind of tachi.

Rather, it's not a "knife" in any sense at all.

This is one that only she can see, with a body as thick as jade and a head as sharp as the teeth of a giant snake...

Giant Bone Arrow.

"I see……"

When she met the devil, Grandpa's whisper in her ear came to mind clearly.

"My little bird travel clan, there is still a secret arrow, which I have not granted you..."

Without any hesitation, Xiaoniao Yuzhengong held his breath and put the Qiyueyu in his hand on the huge demon bow.

"It's not that I'm selfish, but that this arrow needs to be released by someone who approves of the three artifacts of Chicheng at the same time. Except for Xiaoniaoyou's first shrine maiden, there is no precedent. It is easy to shake the belief and make a mistake for a lifetime..."

At this moment, she finally understood why the Yao Gong Yo Cry was so huge.

Because only such a huge bow is qualified to catch the giant arrow that the July rain turned into.

"call……"

Xiaoniao Yuzhengong's whole body surged with majestic spiritual power, and calmly followed the movements of the eight sections of the archery, stepping, carcass, kicking, leading, meeting, leaving...

In the eyes of others, the hand she should hold the arrow is still empty, and the movement of drawing the arrow with the bow is the same as before, but more slowly.

The arrows are on the strings, gradually filling up like the bright moon.

When the moon wheel was complete, she closed her eyes indifferently.

Because this arrow does not need to use eyes.

The string of translucent dry and pale jade on the chest swayed gently with the wind, lighting up one by one.

In the boundless darkness, Little Bird Yumayumi's thoughts extended infinitely toward the night sky, firmly locking on a certain figure in mid-air.

Then, like stroking the strings, she gently released her hand.

"Boom."

As always, in the crisp string sound, the invisible July rain disappeared into her hands without warning.

All that was left was the empty bowstring, still reverberating in the air.

"puff."

High in the sky, Kotomine Jiro, who was soaring with his wings outstretched, suddenly had a huge blood hole in his body, penetrating his right chest.

"woo woo woo woo……"

The ending sound like weeping sounded in his ears like a hindsight.

Like an invisible arrow, teleportation ignored the space and hit him precisely.

Secret Arrow · Eagle No.

Written as a bird swims, read as eagle no.

The sky where the birds play and play cannot contain the figure of the goshawk.

"Ugh..."

Kotomine Jiro fell fiercely towards the ground like a goshawk shot by a hunter.

"Impossible...impossible..."

The thick arrows in his chest that were invisible but palpable were like the fangs of a vampire. After draining all the strength in his body, they disappeared mercilessly.

"Buzzing..."

With the sound of the sword chirping, Qiyueyu did not know when, but returned to the scabbard around Xiaoniao Youzhen's waist, as quiet as if it had never been unsheathed.

In mid-air, the last scene Kotomine Jiro saw before he lost consciousness was that the abominable locomotive, like a wild horse running away, rushing straight towards the Tibetan apartment not far away.

...

In the sky above the apartment in front of Tibet, the dark red gate of **** is still dripping with endless grievances.

But because of the two terrifying existences outside the door, no more ghosts dared to emerge from it.

The spirit slayers around the apartment, still unable to recover from the intimidation of Hundred Eyes True Eyes, fell to the ground.

Above the rooftop, Ichiro Tokimoto and Kofa, the only ones who remained conscious, were closing their eyes and accumulating spiritual power in their bodies every second.

Above the night sky~lightnovelpub.net~ Before the gate of hell, Mochizuki Ayano, who was dominated by "Hundred Eyes Demon", was still deadlocked with Fujiwara Takumi, who was descended by "Meiji Emperor".

At this moment, pieces of golden chrysanthemum-patterned divine power formed a chain-like appearance, which was firmly wrapped around her in the form of a "tortoise shell".

But the full moon that turned into golden pupils in the night sky is constantly descending the moonlight, corroding the chrysanthemum chain on her body.

"Hey, Meiji...Is it really okay to just stick with me like this..."

Mochizuki Ayano's blue eyes narrowed slightly, as if resisting some kind of sleepiness that kept coming.

"My eyes, but I can see clearly, the divine power in your glass **** is running out..."

I was thinking, would it be better to change to a 38f cover?

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