"Oh? Has it become a monster that cannot communicate?"

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With Araki Sousuke's arm slightly exerting force, the thick blade with a diameter of half a meter and a length of more than ten meters suddenly shattered!

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"Since that's the case, let me smash your vain killing intent, and then speak well."

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A little white fluorescence, along the broken arm, eroded away towards the gray giant in the field...

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"Ugh?!"

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Seemingly aware of the terrifying power contained in the fluorescent light, the "Ghost of the Battlefield" lowered his head and tore off his left arm, raised his barrel-shaped right arm with a wailing, and shot a thick, rapidly spinning gray cannonball... …

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"Boom!!!"

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The huge truck-like cannonball, even omitting the trajectory of the shot, swallowed the figure of Sousuke Araki like a teleportation.

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This is a must-win artillery fire that can only be carried out by taking off the woven feathers, discarding the sword, and picking up the guns!

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Where the shell exploded, a lot of chills rose up, and even the grievances around were frozen into black ice crystals...

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On the ground in the center of Goryokaku, a super-giant black smooth shallow pit with a diameter of ten meters appeared...

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But Sosuke Araki, who was originally there, has disappeared.

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"Crack...knock..."

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From the crotch of the "Ghost of the Battlefield", there was a sudden sound of flint rubbing against each other.

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"Well, you've made it so cold that you can't even smoke cigarettes."

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It was Araki Sousuke who appeared there at an unknown time with a cigarette in his mouth and a windproof lighter in his hand.

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"Crack."

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Due to the excessive force, the cottage Zippo lighter in his hand shattered into pieces in an instant.

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"It's like trying to smoke a cigarette on a snowy day like this..."

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At this moment, as the distance got closer, not only the grievances in Goryokaku, but even the viscous gray liquid that formed the body of the "Ghost of the Battlefield" began to surge towards him...

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"The result of reluctance can only be extinguished by smoke and dampness, and a lighter has to be paid for."

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As if muttering to himself and chatting with someone, Araki Sousuke put the cigarette frozen into a popsicle behind his ear without raising his head, and took a deep breath.

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"The air is good..."

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Under the constant flow of grievances and gray mucus in the city, a sense of transparency, like an arm and a finger, filled his body, giving him the illusion that "what you want to do can be done"...

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"Well!!!!!"

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Feeling the deadly threat of power decline, the "Ghost of the Battlefield" roared under him and raised his right "giant cannon" again...

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However, in the next second, Araki Sousuke's figure disappeared again amid the black flames and the fragmentation of space.

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"Oh, it seems, it's not an illusion..."

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Sousuke Araki's voice suddenly sounded from the back of the "Ghost of the Battlefield" head.

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"It seems that in this 'good air' place, even the 'live pig' seems to be a little more obedient?"

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I don't know when, he was already in mid-air, staring at the pair of huge blood pupils of the other party without any fear...

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"Well!!!!"

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Frightened by the "return to kill", the "Ghost of the Battlefield", whose face only had two eyes, suddenly cracked a huge mouth full of fine teeth like a shark, gushing out the killing intent that freezes everything, and biting towards Sousuke Araki in front of him. Down!

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"Crack..."

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Where the sharp teeth bite the void, there are only remnants of fire and broken void.

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"Tsk tsk tsk, it's not a good habit to bite people as soon as they meet."

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Sousuke Araki's voice came from above the head of "Ghost of the Battlefield" like a ghost.

"By the way, there is someone who asks me to bring you something..."

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Before the "Ghost of the Battlefield" could react, Sousuke Araki, who was rapidly falling from the sky, stretched out his arm first...

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"He said... Mr. Tufang..."

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At the same time, a sturdy black arm with raging flames protruded out at the same time and wrapped around the outside of his arm...

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"Our war is over..."

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From a distance, it looks like Sousuke Araki's arm suddenly swelled tenfold!

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"Tama's cherry blossoms have opened more than 150 rounds, and I can retire and go back to open a drug store!!!!"

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The flaming black arm ruthlessly and rudely pinched the Heavenly Spirit Cover of the "Ghost of the Battlefield"!

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"Crack!!!"

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In the crisp cracking sound, the smooth and round skull of the "Ghost of the Battlefield" shattered like instant noodles in the terrifying black palm that collapsed and burst into flames that day...

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Starting from the torn head, the gray giant body of the "Ghost of the Battlefield", like a wax statue hit by a high-temperature hammer, quickly collapsed toward the ground.

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In the gray and filthy sky, a figure wearing a motorcycle helmet could vaguely be seen, pressed by Sousuke Araki's head, and smashed straight into the ground!

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"Damn, what's going on inside?!"

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"It's too dark to see at all!"

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Outside the city gate, Fujiwara Takukai and Mochizuki Che, who were madly bombarding the barrier with the cold killing intent, heard the violent movement inside, and immediately accelerated their actions.

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"Crackling..."

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Without waiting for them to react, the black barrier that surrounded the entire Goryokaku and reached the sky, shattered like a mirror without warning!

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"Ugh!"

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The two, who were not aware of it for a while, used too much force, just crashed in from the empty city gate, lying on the ground in a "face landing" posture with a terrified expression.

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In the center of Goryokaku, in the dusty open space, there was a cloud of gray slime-like slime...

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As the gray mucus shrank rapidly, a giant pit full of cracks and about ten meters in diameter was revealed.

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"Araki..."

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"Sousuke?"

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In the center of the pothole, Sousuke Araki ~lightnovelpub.net~, who was naked and dazzling with runes and flames, was kneeling on one knee on the ground.

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"Really? The war... it's over long ago..."

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Beneath him, Toshizo Hijikata, dressed in blue and white woven feathers, lay weakly.

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"So, Asatsu, Sojiro, and everyone... all came back just to cater to my willfulness..."

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And Sousuke Araki's sturdy palm still pressed strongly on his head, the smooth and rounded black motorcycle helmet.

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"It turns out that from the beginning to the end, I was the only one who didn't want to end..."

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Ignoring Sousuke Araki, who looked like a ghost in front of him, Toshizo Hijikata's clear eyes pierced through the sky and drifted to somewhere...

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"Because, as long as I'm over... the Shinsengumi will really be disbanded..."

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"No, the Shinsengumi will not be disbanded... Because of you, it has long since become a legend!"

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"Especially in all kinds of novels, comics, animations, games, movies..."

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Sousuke Araki, who was covered in white mist, withdrew his hand and slowly got up.

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"Legend? It sounds good... But if I can walk with someone who can no longer be side by side, I am willing to turn into a ghost as I am today, rather than be a legend!"

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After savoring the word, Hijikata Toishan smiled happily and looked at Sousuke Araki: "What if it was your honor?"

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