"It is impossible to act separately. More and more people are still gathering here. You must preside over the battle here in the hospital..."

Looking at the haggard face of the girl in front of him, Sosuke Araki felt a little pain in his heart.

"After all, only your "Akagi Senbon" and "Yoku" can protect such a large area. "

In the Changwen Tunnel, under the siege of those resentful spirits, he stayed awake for two days and two nights, and bumped all the way from Mount Yotei, which erupted from the volcano, to Hakodate...

At this moment, everyone could see the exhaustion that was radiating from her whole body.

"Don't worry, go to Goryokaku and leave it to us. Besides, although the mobile phone can not only be used, it can be used to 'keep in touch' through this thing..."

Shaking his head, Araki Sousuke casually raised the knot on his wrist to Yumako Tori: "If there is any situation here, I can get the news and come back as soon as possible."

What are you thinking about?

The girl in front of her is no longer a "severe runaway novice scavenger" who fell asleep drinking green tea at the convenience store table in order to guard some resentful spirit, and woke up to rub a meat bun...

Long before she was granted immunity, she was already a trustworthy and independent professional.

"Well, please don't worry, Mr. Araki, I will guard here and wait for you to come back..."

Subconsciously touching the knot on the ponytail, Xiaoniao Yuzhengong put his hands together in front of him, bowed slightly to him, and held out an old long knife: "However, at least bring Qiyueyu with you! "

"No need, July Rain is more useful in your hands. Besides, I prefer to use my hands instead of props... No, that's not what I meant..."

Seeing the girl's slightly angry eyes, he hurriedly pointed at the wooden sword hanging on the rear of the Sengoku warrior's car with a smile: "Look, don't I have a sword here..."

"This is a 10,000-year-old vajra tree that grows on the border, and it can easily destroy any rocks, meteorites, or muscles." 』

"Mr. Araki, Priest Takumi!"

Behind the wall, more than 20 members of the fully armed disaster prevention mobile team came out in line: "The brothers with the best skills and conditions are here, please let us go too!"

"Hmph, naive..."

I do not know when Fujiwara Takumi, who was leaning against the side of the fence with his arms folded, smiled coldly.

"Perhaps you are good at conventional swarm operations, but on the battlefield where quantitative changes cannot lead to qualitative changes, it is not the more people the better..."

Although the Disaster Prevention Mobile Team helped shelter people and guard the hospital along the way, they also made a lot of sacrifices.

But because of the many unpleasant memories from Lake Toya to Mt. Yotei, he didn't look good when he saw the gang of soldiers: "Not to mention that you can't stand the colder and colder resentment now. An unknown ghost warrior is enough for you to drink a pot, we have no time to protect the 'oil bottle'!"

"Since we have decided, we naturally have no intention of taking our lives. As long as we can help the two solve the current anomaly in Hokkaido and rescue Vice Captain Senra and the others..."

Although he was a little embarrassed by Fujiwara Takumi's words, the team members still had no intention of retreating.

"Priest Fujiwara is right, this hospital is the place where you can play the biggest role right now."

At the hospital gate behind, a tall and thin figure with a coat on his shoulders walked out.

"If you want to go, I should also be the captain, representing the disaster prevention mobile team, to go with them."

"Captain Mochizuki...you, are you awake?!"

"Is your body okay? Your face seemed to be quite swollen before..."

Looking back to see who was coming, all the team members were all excited.

"Ah, it's just some skin injuries... The people inside have already reported to me about the current situation."

The one who appeared here was Mochizukiche with a flowing wig and sunglasses at night.

Right now, his naked upper body under his coat has shrunk a lot from before.

"Recently, the two ghosts have caused overproduction of hormones, and my head is not very clear..."

Mochizuki touched the horns on his forehead that were so short that he was almost invisible, and Mochizuki's eyes were calmer than ever before: "After being repaired by someone, my head is much more lucid."

Originally, he was easily "impatient" because of "Ibaraki's Arm", but after transplanting "Shuten's Horn", his temperament has become more "warlike".

Perhaps, because Shuton lost to someone in an extremely miserable manner, this "war intent" became unstoppable even when he was targeting a certain blond youth with a bad hair.

Right now, the pair of ghost horns are seriously "wear and tear", but instead, he has rarely entered the "sage mode" where his mind is clear and everything is empty.

"Priest Fujiwara..."

Mochizuki Che strode to Fujiwara Takumi and extended his sinful hand to him...

"You, what do you want..."

Looking at Mochizuki Che in front of him, the forbidden memories of fighting with this "evil ghost" on the mountainside of Yotei and among the chrysanthemums flooded into Fujiwara Takumi's mind again...

"If you want to settle accounts, now I am not afraid of you!"

He subconsciously crossed his hands in front of him and stepped back behind Araki Sosuke.

"Snapped."

Mochizuki's hot and powerful hand had already patted his fragrant shoulder: "In the previous competition, although the process was a bit ugly, it was indeed me who lost!"

"Ok?"

"The 'God's Blessed One who meets once in 4,000 years' really lives up to its reputation... Even this pair of 'Junior's horns' can be broken..."

"Ha?! Hey, it's not... your opposite corner is obviously being..."

Feeling the subtle appreciation in the other person's eyes~lightnovelpub.net~ Fujiwara Takumi felt a numbness spread from his shoulders toward his whole body.

"I see, Sousuke, this guy's head must have been smashed by you... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"As for you, Sousuke Araki..."

Ignoring Fujiwara Takukai, whose mouth was once again blocked by a rag from nowhere, Mochizuki Che looked at Sousuke Araki: "Let's leave the 'fair fight' between us until the matter in Hokkaido is resolved."

He doesn't seem to have any memory of a "traffic accident" that happened on the halfway of Mt. Yotei.

"Oh, oh, if you are willing to come and be beaten, of course I will accompany you at any time..."

Seeing that the other party didn't hold him accountable as the "perpetrator", Sousuke Araki looked away with a guilty conscience, nodded at Yuma Yumako, who was beside him, and turned the accelerator: "Stop talking, the snow is getting worse and worse. Big, there is no time to delay, let's go."

"Boom boom boom!"

The next second, the black locomotive carried the two of them, rushed out in the direction of Goryokaku, and disappeared into the dark alley.

"Humph."

Mochizuki Che, who was "abandoned" on the side of the street, smiled coldly and ran out after him.

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