"I didn't expect that your Excellency actually still has the spare strength to use magic..."

Mochizuki Che originally thought that this Divine Son did not use any decent magic from beginning to end, just like himself, because the two forces were tired of confrontation and difficult to control.

Looking at it like this, it seems that the other party has overwhelmed himself in terms of power control?

"Unfortunately, purification techniques, such a weak technique, should be reserved for blessing rituals!"

Feeling that the "power of the mountains" began to decline under the purification of the other party, a trace of panic appeared in his heart, and he put his foot on Fujiwara Takumi's face fiercely: "I could have suffered less, this is what you asked for!"

"puff!"

The cold, heavy, and hard military boots smashed into the boy's white and tender cheeks roughly, splashing a string of blood droplets on the snow...

"Oh?"

However, this extremely heavy foot only loosened the hands that grabbed his ankles, and instead grabbed harder.

"GreedisGood!"

Fujiwara Takumi, whose face was half swollen, grinned with a trembling grin, and recited the incantation again...

Another golden light bloomed from his palm and climbed up Mochizukiche's body layer by layer.

Shinto, purification, x2.

"Uh ah ah!"

Another superposition of purification techniques not only further annihilated the "true power of the mountains" in Mochiyueche's body, but even the plump and tough muscles began to wither away bit by bit.

The already sloping balance seemed to be adding another chip to the sinking end.

"Let go, is the water in your head frozen?"

In a hurry, Mochizukiche no longer cared about the identity of the other party: "What's the point of fighting for Sosuke Araki for ten more minutes with your own life?!"

"Bang!"

Another kick, violently kicked Fujiwara Takumi on the other side of the face.

"Ximire is busy getting it!"

However, Takumi Fujiwara, whose cheeks were high and swollen and couldn't even speak, was holding on to it as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw, murmuring an incantation spell of unknown meaning to himself.

Shinto, purification X3.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

Feeling the power of ghosts and gods in the body, the "True Power of the Great River and Mountains" is gradually retreating, and the "sixteen-petal and eight-layered chrysanthemum pattern" makes it difficult to move and erodes into the body again...

"Since you are looking for death yourself, then you can't blame me!"

Mochizuki put the thought of "clicking until it's over" behind him, and his right foot turned into an afterimage...

This time, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Snapped."

"Hmm...Power...OverWhelming!"

"Snapped."

"Aha...Impulse9!"

Among the snow-drifting groves, there was a lively rhythm of the collision of the flesh, accompanied by the golden light that lit up from time to time, and the persistent moan of the teenager...

As if, a forbidden game without safe words was played.

"Snapped."

"Oh...Nwcagents!"

"Snapped."

"HESOYAM!"

"Snapped."

The golden light flickered more and more frequently, but the rhythm of the crashing sound gradually slowed down...

As if someone poured out a box of chips directly, flooding the entire balance together like a mudslide.

"Hu... hu... hu... idiot... don't you understand..."

Five minutes later, Mochizuki Che's heavy breathing like a broken bellows came from the messy snow.

"Even if it's you...to purify my power...completely..."

He lay helplessly in a swaying, golden chrysanthemum bush...

"Even if it's... I am in this state... just relying on melee skills and experience... you have no chance of winning!"

The body that was half submerged by the petals seemed to be hollowed out by something, leaner than usual, shining like oil under the golden glow.

"And... your divine power... is almost... at its limit..."

After more than ten "purification" records of Fujiwara Takumi in succession, the "true power of the great country" in his body has long since disappeared without a trace, and the whole person is unable to move under the terrible pressure of the god...

Not only did the dark red ghost lines on the body and the ghost horns on the forehead shrunk to the point of imperceptibility, but the coke-like left arm was even more thin and skinny.

Under the terrifying coercion of "God Child's Trembling", he urged every cell in his body to kick a feeble kick under him: "Give me...let go..."

"Hey, hehe, hehehe... I didn't plan to beat you from start to finish..."

In the deepest part of the chrysanthemum bush, Fujiwara Takumi, whose entire face was swollen into a pig's head, covered in blood, and could not even open his eyelids, used his chest to meet the other's soft foot, and let out a lunatic laugh: "As long as I can make you It's enough to stay here..."

At this moment, he was holding on to the belt on Mochiyueche's camouflage pants with both hands, pressing the opponent's legs under him, and squirming forward like a caterpillar...

"You... crazy, crazy!"

Regardless of the fact that the bottom of his trousers was pulled to his thigh, the deep ravine was blown cold by the wind and snow, Mochizuki Che crawled forward on the snow with a grim expression...

As long as he can climb out of the area covered by the golden chrysanthemum pattern and open the distance between him and Fujiwara Takukai, he can regain his original strength and regain his new life.

Looking from above, in the chrysanthemum field in the snow, it seems that two caterpillars are entangled and racing hard.

"You just said...the limit?! Hehehehe..."

Behind him, Fujiwara Takumi's increasingly hysterical laughter and the touch of his thighs made Mochizukiche feel a chill in his heart.

"I'm sorry, my fancy spiritual power... Although it takes effort to remove ordinary resentful spirits..."

The dazzling chrysanthemum patterns are shaking off Fujiwara Takukai's body faster and faster, and take root on the snow...

"But the only commendable thing is that the amount is large and full..."

The corner of his mouth crooked~lightnovelpub.net~ Fujiwara Takumi's body crazily burst out with more "sixteen-petal and eight-fold chrysanthemum patterns" that made people bow their heads and were unable to resist!

"This……"

Looking at this "chrysanthemum field" that moves with him and keeps expanding around, as if he can never climb out, his heart is as strong as Mochizuki, and he also feels a hint of despair.

"Why, there are only a dozen or so purifications... Are you going to shout 'Dabaa'?"

Like a fresh coconut from the TV set, Takumi Fujiwara climbed up bit by bit along the body of Mochizuki Che, who was unable to move, with a twisted posture: "For those who can last an afternoon, put the figure in the office on the Hundreds of 'wives' use 'Purification' to clean one by one, and I don't even take a breath... This is just the end of my warm-up... Wow, hahahaha!"

"What are you talking about inexplicable...what a joke..."

Watching Fujiwara Takukai's ghost-like face constantly approaching him, Mochizuki Che, whose strength to wriggle backwards became weaker and weaker, felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.

"Why, you still have such a huge amount of spiritual power?!"