"You...you are..."

A soldier wrapped in heavy military coats, caps, scarves, and gloves, with a long gun on his back, and covered with snow, formed a white formation that could not see his head, emerging from the darkness.

"He talks about his achievements with a gloomy face, but there is only one dried plum that can be called delicious."

Even though their bodies were covered with snow, their frozen eyes had long since lost their color, and their mouths were split wide enough to swallow a human head, they were still numb, slow, and firm toward the train...

"Sleep on the spot with clothes, rucksacks as pillows, and coats as quilts."

Although their footsteps seemed weak, their figures were slightly distorted from time to time like a clip in an old video tape, and then flashed forward for a short distance out of thin air.

"The heat on the back melted the snow, and the corn stalks under him were soaked wet."

And the low and terrifying military song that was originally played in the speakers of the carriage is now synchronizing from the mouths of these soldiers.

This is an old, feeble, rotten, cold, yet whispering, never-ending white army.

It makes people feel that they are about to maintain this posture and cross the eternal time.

"what!!!!"

Seeing these terrifying-looking soldiers in front of him, like zombies awakening in the snow, the man immediately fell to the ground, turbid water jets sprayed out of his trouser legs, which condensed into yellow ice crystals in mid-air.

However, those undead soldiers didn't seem to pay attention to his intentions, just flashed past him one by one with extremely slow footsteps, and continued to move in the direction of the train.

"Uh..."

I don't know what happened, the man suddenly screamed and covered somewhere between his legs, and he fainted on the snow in pain.

Snow-white frost and snow, like life, climbed up the man's skin, devoured him little by little, turned him pale, and drowned in the pitch-black snow field.

"Then, those, who are they, the troops who came to rescue?!"

"No, it's not right..."

"These guys are not human, run away from here!!!"

Seeing the "peerless face" of the white figure outside the car window, the passenger who had turned out of the carriage hurriedly turned back and planned to leave from the other side...

"It's over, it's over..."

However, what made their movements stagnant and their faces deadly was...

On the other side of the car window, there is also a "white army" that is also horribly dead and is slowly surrounding.

The continuously falling temperature and the slowly approaching ghosts turned the surrounding area of ​​the Shinkansen trapped here into a white **** in an instant.

"All on alert!"

Several members of the Self-Defense Forces subconsciously raised their guns and aimed at the white shadows that were approaching from both sides: "Fire!"

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"what!!!"

In the exclamations of the passengers, the slender spiritual bullets accurately hit several of the "figures" through the broken glass windows and the violent snow.

Under the blossoming of Youlan's spiritual power, the undead soldiers fell to the ground, shattering into pieces of ice like ice sculptures.

"Spiritual bullets are effective... continue to shoot..."

Seeing this scene, several team members were instantly refreshed, and regardless of the presence of the public, they continued to load and shoot with skillful movements.

In the face of the hail of bullets, the "army" on both sides of the carriage was still humming hoarse military songs, and their progress did not stop at all.

"No, there are too many targets... I still have five magazines left..."

However, even though the team members had already shot and defeated countless white figures, the number of white troops constantly emerging from the darkness in front of them seemed to never decrease.

"I have four more..."

"Six..."

"Three..."

Due to the snow disaster, they could not take the special plane and could only take the Shinkansen. In addition to spiritual protection and resentment detection equipment, they only carried a pistol and basic ammunition.

After all, if you cross the Tsugaru Strait and reach Hakodate, you will be able to replenish all the armaments.

But who would have thought that just after stepping into the Aomori realm, he encountered such a desperate scene at the foot of Hakkoda Mountain.

"I am camping, it's really hard to fall asleep, the cold moon is watching me secretly."

Under the tidy military songs and the sound of footsteps, the bone-chilling cold gradually eroded the entire train, and even the snow-covered ground nearby began to form hard ice.

As the figures wrapped in the wind and snow got closer and closer, the passengers who shrank and shivered in the car suddenly rolled their eyes and their faces became indifferent...

"Although I sacrificed my life, handed over my body, and prepared to die, I screamed and charged."

They stood up stiffly, and walked towards the army outside the car window as if hypnotized, murmured the same military song.

Even a team member who was shooting beside Onodera lost his firearm, rolled his eyes and walked slowly towards the outside of the train...

"Hold him quickly... Priest Fujiwara, the situation is urgent now, please don't hesitate to take action!"

Seeing that countless passengers were lined up and about to join those undead soldiers who were dying like frozen corpses, Onodera looked at Fujiwara Takumi for help.

"Even if you say that, I..."

Takumi Fujiwara, whose face was pale and trembling from the cold and fear, slammed the imperial coin in his hand against the car window as if to vent, "...that's the only trick!"

"Up Right C Down Left B Down Up Right Up Left AB Down Right A!"

In the obscure incantation, the splendid chrysanthemum-patterned spiritual power spread out overwhelmingly once again.

Shinto Arts and Purification!

This time, not only the entire train, but even the ground in a five-meter radius of the train was covered by this sacred and majestic spiritual power.

The passenger who was about to leave the train fell to the ground in an instant, unconscious.

"If the military luck is not good~lightnovelpub.net~ If I fail to die in battle, the silk cotton shirt wrapped around "Yori" will slowly wrap around my neck."

Several undead soldiers walking at the front of the queue stepped onto the land sheltered by the golden light, and suddenly fell to the ground slowly. Under the golden light, the ice melted and the snow melted, turning into a pool of black water...

"Anyway, they didn't plan to let me go back alive."

This is the unique effect of the "Purification" spell on resentful spirits and those who have been corrupted by resentment.

"Huh...huh...I can't handle it anymore..."

His spiritual power was hollowed out, and his lower back became weak for a while, and Fujiwara Takukai suddenly fell back into the first-class lounge chair.

Even if he has recently made progress due to "mantra innovation" and has been blessed with royal coins, he has used two large-scale purifications in a short time in a row. For him who "practices only three minutes a day" on weekdays, it can be regarded as "vigorous exercise". ” to the degree.

"As expected of the 'God favored once in four thousand years'!"

Seeing those terrifying figures constantly dissolving in this land of "shelter of gods", Onodera looked at Fujiwara Takumi's figure "in the chaise longue, leisurely seeing the snow-capped mountains", with awe in his eyes.

From the beginning to the end, Fujiwara Takumi only made two shots "moving like thunder" at the critical moment, and he has stabilized the situation.

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