"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?!"

"boom!"

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 Che put the thought of "clicking until it hits the spot" behind him, and turned his right foot into an afterimage and kicked it out...

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

"I made a mistake in the flower field"

"boom!"

"Power...Over...Whelming!"

"Alright, forget it before dawn."

"Long!"

"Impulse9!"

"Hugging, turned into torment."

Among the snow-drifting groves, there was a lively rhythm, the sound of fists hitting the flesh, accompanied by the golden light that lit up from time to time, and the youth's persistent incantation...

As if, there was a snow wrestling without SAFEWORD.

"I made a mistake in the flower field"

"Bang!"

"Nwca...gents!"

"Making mistakes is like being infatuated with Kyoka Suizuki's boredom."

"Boom!"

"HESO...YAM!"

"Forgive my amorous interruptions."

"Boom!"

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

It was as if someone poured out a whole box of chips directly, submerging 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 his trousers were pulled by the other party's crotch, and his lower body was blown cold by the wind and snow, Mochizuki 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 feeling of climbing along 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 "sixteen-petal and eight-fold table chrysanthemum pattern" is shaking off Fujiwara Takukai's body faster and faster, and takes root on the snow...

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

With a crooked corner of his mouth, Fujiwara Takukai's body frantically burst into more "sixteen-petal and eight-fold chrysanthemum patterns" that made people bow their heads and 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?"

Like a fresh coconut from the TV set, Fujiwara Takumi twisted his body in a twisted posture, and climbed forward little by little: "For the ability to purify hundreds of collections in the studio for one afternoon, use the purification technique. I'm cleaning one by one, not even taking a breath... This is just the end of my warm-up... Wow, hahahahaha!"

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

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

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

From Mochizuki's point of view, this Divine Son, under the abuse of the body, purifies the equivalent of the "True Power of the Great River" in his body in a short period of time, and must have consumed several times this amount of divine power.

But the other party's current appearance seems to be more than enough.

The divine power in this God Son's body cannot be several times his own, right?

"Hey, why? Have you seen... Yoyogi Park at four in the morning?"

"No, no, difficult, are you..."

Hearing Mochizuki Che's question, Fujiwara Takukai spit out the blood from his mouth into the snow, and hugged the other's sturdy thigh like a worm: "Then you must have never seen it before, I was in Snow Dawn, Ghost Crisis 7, Jijing Ridge. , Memory Eating Syndrome, Demon Possession, Extreme Fear of Yellow, etc. Nights of cultivating in countless nightmares, the entire apartment building turned golden!”

"You, what are you talking about... I see, you are deliberately delaying time..."

Looking at Fujiwara Takumi, whose face was particularly desolate due to the bruises, swelling, and nosebleeds, but with a more than enough appearance, and turned on the preaching mode, the uneasiness in Mochizukiche's heart began to ferment...

"Enough, it's so embarrassing, this battle has no meaning to continue!"

It seems that because of the other party's slender appearance, his wife underestimated this "God favored once in four thousand years".

Under the prestige, there is no false person.

"Uh ah ah ah ah, I, Mochizuki Che, there are still many things that must be done, and I will definitely not be defeated here!!!!"

He struggled to gather the will and strength he had accumulated while speaking, and against the pressure of a god, he burst out with unprecedented power...

"Crack."

The moment he kicked Fujiwara Takukai's chest, the sound of something breaking sounded...

"uh-huh!!"

Fujiwara Takumi was actually kicked back a lot by his extraordinary performance.

"etc……"

Lying on the snow, he stared blankly at Mochizuki Che, who was completely out of "physical contact" in front of him...

"Chance!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mochizuki couldn't care about the state where his pants had not been lifted, and while laughing wildly with a twisted face, he struggled to move forward frantically: "Ahahahaha, it seems that Hokkaido is too far away, your gods can't take care of you anymore... "

It seems that Fujiwara Takukai's purification technique can only be activated in the case of physical contact.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was widened, and his physical strength and the power of the mountains began to recover rapidly.

As long as he climbs out of this piece, he can quickly restore the "power of the mountains" in his body, get rid of this annoying cow candy god, and turn back to chase the missing Araki Sousuke!

"Up, down, down, left, right, left, X!"

In the next second, the feeling of pulling on his trousers... turned the joy and excitement in Mochizukiche's eyes into gray and dull.

"For...why..."

He turned his head stiffly and looked at Fujiwara Takumi, who was chasing after him with his hands and feet like a coconut, struggling to reach out to grab the leg of his trousers.

"Why, to do this to such an extent..."

Even if the spiritual energy in the body is inexhaustible, but after "fighting" with himself for so long, he has endured many heavy blows with his face...

Especially the last foot just now, it is very likely to crack the opponent's sternum.

Even the elites under him should have already fainted from the pain.

"What the **** are you... insisting on?"

The seemingly weak young man in front of him has used his willpower from nowhere to support him until now.

"Stand on for what?"

His whole face was buried in the snow, immersed in endless pain all over his body, and Fujiwara Takumi felt that he was leaking even his words.

"After so many years, I can't hold on to anything..."

After the Obon Festival, every time in the dead of night, when he recalled the image of Uncle Keiwu being penetrated by the Chongdeyuan in front of his eyes, he would feel an inexplicable throbbing and unwillingness in his heart.

He tries to resume his daily "three-minute routine", clears all the horror games on the market to "test his guts", and selects some low-guarantee spirits every month to entrust "practice"...

"Those self-righteous 'efforts' are just self-paralysis, allowing oneself to escape more comfortably."

But from Tokyo all the way to Hokkaido, whether in the hands of the ghosts and gods at the foot of Hakkoda Mountain, or in the siege of the Ainu people and the "Aju Humanoid", he can only hang on Araki Sousuke's like a sloth pendant. on the thigh...

"In the end, I'm still the one who can't change anything or protect anything! But, even if it's a salted fish..."

Fujiwara Takukai suddenly stood up and pulled the ankle in his hand: "After a long time in the sun, I occasionally have the urge to turn over!"

Being dragged by this force...

"No!"

It felt as if I had just escaped from **** with one foot, but was immediately dragged back by the evil spirit in it.

At this time, behind him, Fujiwara Takumi, who looked like a madman, was a "god favored once in 4,000 years", clearly a "evil ghost once in 4,000 years".

"Crack...hiss."

The sound of the belt buckle breaking and the fabric shattering resounded in the field.

Let this messy "slush wrestling" fall into an awkward silence for a while.

"I……"

Takumi Fujiwara, whose face was swollen and sore, stared dully at the camouflage trousers in his hand with a broken belt buckle and fluttering in the wind.

"No!!!!"

This time, he used too much force, and he actually took off Mochiyueche's trousers like peeling a shrimp shell.

"Ha...hahahahaha..."

Letting out a frantic laughter, he didn't care to mention the **** that fell to the crook of his legs, Mochizuki Che struggled to crawl on the snow with his hands and feet as if he had been beaten with chicken blood...

"Fujiwara Takumi...you are very capable..."

He was squirming naked on the snow, and the more he climbed, the faster he climbed~lightnovelpub.net~ and soon climbed out of this article...

Behind him, Fujiwara Takukai seemed to have completely conceded defeat and became extraordinarily quiet, and even the desperate roar had stopped abruptly.

"This victory or defeat, after all, is my superior skill!"

Lying on the edge of the snow, he felt that the trembling feeling from the gods gradually faded away, and the "power of the mountains" hidden in his arms and ghost horns began to recover. So fresh: "Araki Sosuke, wait for me..."

In front of him, it suddenly became dark.

"Ok?"

The mountain-like shadows blocked the dazzling snow light and enveloped Mochizukiche.

"You, you are..."

Mochizuki looked up, and he did not know when standing in front of him was a man in ill-fitting cold-proof clothing, with deep eye sockets, a straight nose, and a big beard...

He has not yet identified this somewhat familiar man, and the huge stone raised by the other's hands has been smashed down like a gust of wind.