"Which one? Let me think about it..."

Looking at Isamu Kondo, whose whole body was sore in his hands and his eyes were blurred, Mochizuki Che, whose half face and half body were turned into carbon black, smiled savagely: "Oh, by the way... I am not either of them."

The next second, a red ghost pattern emerged from under the skin, covering his right half.

"I am a person who wants to be a 'ghost' in order to protect important things!"

At this moment, with the center of his eyebrows as the central boundary, and the scarlet and charred blacks each account for half, he is like a ghost king who chooses and devours people in the mountains!

The gray flames on the surface of the body and the pervading "spiritual ghost wine" aura gathered around his jet-black right arm and turned into a whirlwind...

"Snapped."

A wisp of sparks suddenly flashed across his rubbing fingertips.

"Pong!"

The gray flame representing "the power of the true great river and mountains" instantly detonated the aura of the "spiritual ghost wine" like leaking natural gas, turning it into a red flame soaring into the sky!

"This combination of Shuten and Ibaraki's power was originally prepared to deal with a certain guy, but after arriving in Hokkaido, it has never been used..."

"Just use this trick to represent my respect for your Excellency!"

Isamu Kondo, who was surrounded by ghost hands, along with the power of ghosts and gods on his body, fell into this high-frequency explosion of red flames.

The power of the great country, the twelfth floor, the great flame!

"Puff Puff Puff Puff!"

In an instant, in Mochizuki Che's hands that burst into countless flames, there was only a dead bone that was burnt to pitch black!

"The mere ghosts and gods, it's just like this..."

Raising his hand and turning the black skeleton in his hand into flying ashes, Mochizuki Che strode onto the arch bridge leading to Goryokaku Castle...

"Oh? These resentful spirits are parasitic in the battle, so can they be resurrected?"

The resentful warriors who were dying and swarming up under the cherry trees around him were directly annihilated by the red flames that spread from him.

"Araki Sousuke, Fujiwara Takumi... This time, the winner is..."

Even the nearby black-haired and dolls automatically distanced themselves from Mochizuki Che, as if seeking advantage and avoiding harm, as if he was the evil spirit running rampant under Goryokaku Castle.

"……Ok?"

Before he finished speaking, a burly figure slowly appeared from the city gate opposite the bridge...

"So, are you in the same trouble as them?"

The veins on his forehead exploded, and Mochizuki Che waved his left arm that was surrounded by red flames again...

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie, Mochizuki Che right... It seems that we are the same kind of person..."

At the same time, that figure sprang out from the city gate as fast as lightning, and with a punch from the burning red flames, the short knife in his hand was ruthlessly inserted into Mochiyueche's abdomen!

"Only by turning into a 'ghost' who cares about life and death, can we protect what we think is important!"

The person here is the ghost who just turned to ashes in his hands, Isamu Kondo!

...

Just as Mochizuki Che and Kondo Yu were fighting fiercely at the northwest gate of Goryokaku, at the northeast gate not far away, Fujiwara Takukai, who was covered in golden light, was also caught in the shadow of swords and swords.

A number of wraith warriors covered in pitch black charged towards him from all directions like a tide.

But whether it was a sharp, dull blade or a bullet that penetrated the wind and snow, when they approached Fujiwara Takumi's body, it was as if they had encountered a piece of soap that could never be picked up, and were shifted to the sides by the slightest error.

And in this area, the black hair and dolls who were fighting with these resentful warriors, all disappeared like a low tide after he arrived.

"Almost enough, are you annoying..."

Facing the dense and dazzling attacks in front of him, Fujiwara Takukai stepped forward, raised his arms high, and slammed forward like a **** coming out of a hole...

"Takuhai · Photon Ice Blade v1!"

Under his twisted and exaggerated posture, a dazzling beam of light burst out from above his head like a flexible long whip, sweeping forward in an "s" shape!

"I will save Hokkaido, the power of the gods exists for this purpose!"

In the voice of the lines that don't know what shame is, where the "super-large dumb hair beam" connected to Fujiwara Takukai's head passed, the densely packed wraith warriors all turned into ashes and scattered in the air.

The square array that was originally black was suddenly "cleaned up" and a large "blank" was left.

"A real strong man should have a smile in battle!"

Although it seems to be "removing spirits like mowing grass", Fujiwara Takukai's expression did not relax in the slightest. He still maintained a gymnastics-like posture of inexplicable ghosts, and shook his head more and more proficiently. The black torrent in front of me.

Because he knew that as long as he stopped for a second, the blank space in front of him would be filled by the black figures that re-condensed and gushed out under the cherry tree.

"Aren't you going to make a move? Then continue to test..."

Ignoring the endless army of resentful warriors in front of him, Fujiwara Takumi's gaze always stayed on the arch bridge behind...

A strange man wearing a scarlet cloak and a black motorcycle helmet stood as majestic as a mountain.

Although he never made a move from beginning to end, the power of ghosts and gods that was as deep as the sea could not be faked.

Facing the "heavy casualties" of his subordinates, the man raised the red cloak behind him without changing his face, and a huge word "honesty" roared in the wind...

"At the age of three in Shimohito... The deputy leader of the Shinsengumi, the Army of the Republic of Ezo pursues the merger..."

He has seen too many scenes in his life when his subordinates fell like mowing grass in front of him.

Because, he is the "Deputy Chief of the Shinsengumi Ghost" who created all this under the Goryokaku Castle, Hijikata Toshizo.

Following Hijikata's actions, more and more black figures emerged from the surrounding cherry trees, took out a single-shot iron spear and a long black sword, and launched a suicide attack on Fujiwara Takukai.

"Dare to ask which shrine does this priest come from?"

Staring at the "sixteen-petal eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern ~lightnovelpub.net~" that bloomed on the young man dressed as a priest facing the bridge.

"Choose one out of three for the city gate, did you win the third of the SSR's Hijikata? My luck is really good..."

"However, what happened to this cross-generation motorcycle helmet... Could it be some unknown trend in the Edo period? 』

Glancing at the ghosts and gods on the bridge with fear, Fujiwara Takumi pretended to answer the other party's question seriously: "From the next, Meiji Jingu..."

At the same time, perhaps not satisfied with the detoxification efficiency of the "hairless light" on the top of his head, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, stretched left and right, and moved up together like he was doing radio gymnastics...

"Takukai Palter Light Bullet!"

Before he finished speaking, his hands gathered energy on his left waist, and his right arm launched a giant arrow of golden light from his chest horizontally...

This giant arrow seemed to slowly and quickly smashed the resentful spirits it passed, and smashed hard at Hijikata Suishan on the arch bridge, erupting an exaggerated chrysanthemum-pattern shock wave!