FYN Chapter 35 Why is the corpse moving around?
Chapter 35 Why is the corpse moving around?
Holy crap!
Who said this task was easy?
What's so easy about this task? He asked, "Where the hell is this easy?"
As he watched that terrifying thing hurtle straight toward him, Kiyoteru Kamishiro felt a chill run down his spine, and at the same time, he was certain—
That bastard came for him!
He wanted to run, but seeing the thing's terrifying speed...
How could anyone possibly outrun them?!
The only option now is to take a gamble!
Using the large loop under their feet to maneuver, they eventually managed to stall until the invincible Shindai Seien arrived to save the day.
"Form ranks! Stop him! Damn it, stop him now!!"
Shinjiro Kiyoteru immediately roared and gave the order.
He was surrounded by a squad of swordsmen carefully trained by the Kamishiro family.
They were dressed in standard light armor, their eyes were numb, and they should have been absolutely obedient to his orders.
But at this moment, when they clearly saw the figure charging towards them like a demon god, and felt the terrifying aura that was almost tangible...
The extreme fear, stemming from their biological instincts, instantly shattered their "absolute loyalty" cultivated through years of training and drug control.
Faced with a choice between life and death—
"Run...run away!!"
It's unclear who let out the first scream of despair.
In the next instant, the thirteen well-trained sword servants, who should have been fighting to the death in formation, unanimously dropped their weapons and turned to flee in different directions!
I only regret that my parents didn't give me two more legs!
"Damn it! You...you fucking dare to disobey orders! Come back! Get the fuck back here!!" Kiyoteru Kamishiro roared desperately, his eyes bloodshot.
At that moment, the figure, moving as fast as lightning, finally rushed in, allowing him to see the other person's face clearly.
No, I can't see clearly because the other person is wearing a damn mask!
But then again, this guy...
It turns out, it really is a person!
So it could be a person?!
Even ferocious beasts aren't as exaggerated as him!
Wearing a pure white mask and a white shirt.
He held a long sword in his hand, from which thick, sticky blood dripped continuously.
and many more!
This sword...
Damn it, wasn't this sword the one he lent to Seigen Kamishiro?!
For this reason, Shinjiro Seigen even mortgaged his childhood sweetheart to him.
Therefore—
His Wuxiang Sword, his most beloved Wuxiang Sword, how could it be...?
In this guy's hands?!
Moreover, his Wuxiang Sword actually emitted a pleasant humming sound that it had never emitted before towards him.
In that instant, Seiki Kamishiro understood—
It was this guy in front of me who killed Qingxian.
No wonder...
If you encounter such a monster, it's only natural that you would die, right?
And he...
I probably won't survive either!
Once I understood this, after the extreme fear subsided, a twisted, reckless, and ruthless energy surged up.
Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well fuck it all up!
He suddenly looked up and roared at the group of sword servants who were fleeing for their lives in all directions:
"Damn it! You bunch of damned bastards with no loyalty whatsoever!"
If any of the dogs are lucky enough to make it back alive!
Remember! Tell that damn old man of mine—
I'll help his son, I'll fucking avenge him! Ah!!!
Hearing the other party's overly sentimental last words, Qi Ji frowned in disdain.
Immediately, a barely audible chuckle came from beneath the mask:
"No need for that... There shouldn't be any Echoers of Rank 3 or higher present, right?"
Sakiya checked briefly, then nodded in satisfaction.
"Then, I ask that you all die here."
Without a doubt, Saki is a perfectionist.
Since the decision has been made to kill, it should be done cleanly and without favoritism towards any one of them.
The moment the words fell.
Qi Ji's figure disappeared once again.
In the dim night, no one could see Saki's figure.
Only countless sword lights suddenly appeared.
At the same instant, in different places, from different angles, at different heights—
Suddenly blooming!
Sword lights crisscrossed, like a deadly net drawn by someone.
Each sword beam pierced precisely through a person's throat.
At the same time, those who had been desperately fleeing just moments before all heard a single, almost sighing, word from Qi Ji—
"Why is the corpse running around and moving around?"
The moment the words fell, all thirteen figures froze in place.
Finally, it stopped running around and moving around.
Then, in the next second, their heads separated from their bodies.
"Thump."
"Splash, splash, splash..."
Thirteen headless bodies stood like puppets with their strings cut.
Almost at the same moment, they fell down in different directions.
The cuts on their bodies were as smooth as mirrors, and the blood from the severed necks gushed out like a fountain almost moment later.
The dark earth was dyed a dazzling scarlet.
One sword.
Thirteen kills.
Not a single person escaped.
May everyone be reunited.
The comments section was deeply engaging:
"Holy crap! That's totally me!"
"Why is the corpse moving around...?! Where does Lao Ji get all this filthy talk from? Does he spend all his time thinking about filthy things except when he's sleeping?"
"Just kidding, I think about it even when I'm sleeping (laughs)."
"When will the first-person perspective remake be released? I can't wait!"
"After buying breakfast for my crush and her boyfriend, watching this episode was so relaxing!"
"So satisfying! Kill! Kill! Kill! Don't stop!!!"
"..."
Kiyoki Kamishiro stared blankly at the scene before him, his mind completely blank.
It was as if even fear itself had been instantly stripped away by this scene of slaughter that was beyond his comprehension.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; only the chattering of his teeth could be heard.
And Qi Ji's gaze finally fell back on him.
The pure white mask, set against the backdrop of blood, appeared incredibly eerie, carrying an inhuman sense of holiness that was terrifying and horrifying.
"Next..."
With his sword in hand, Saki walked slowly, step by step, through pools of blood, toward the immobile Shindai Seiki.
"--now you."
The moment the words fell.
A flash of sword light.
The head of Shigetsu Kamishiro, its eyes wide open in death, rolled to the ground.
He died by the sword he once loved most.
The Wuxiang Sword, having drunk its fill of blood, trembled excitedly in Qiji's hand, emitting a joyful, clear sound.
It served two owners, Seiki Kamishiro and Seigen Kamishiro, for a total of seventeen years...
But it wasn't as enjoyable as those few minutes with Brother Qiji!
The moment Shigeaki Kamishiro fell to the ground, the large loop of light on the ground suddenly dimmed.
Those Void Beasts that had previously charged relentlessly and fearlessly towards Asaki Sakuya—
Their bodies froze, and the frenzied crimson light burning in their eyes receded rapidly like a tide.
What follows is a brief period of confusion, followed by a gradual awakening and the slowly returning fear!
When they saw the hellish scene around them—
Mountains of corpses of their own kind, a lingering stench of blood...
And then there's the "Grim Reaper" standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, wielding a blood-dripping sword and wearing a pure white mask...
"Awooo—!"
"Ugh—!"
Terrified screams echoed everywhere!
All the surviving virtual beasts, regardless of their rank, rushed to lie down the moment Qi Ji's cold gaze swept over them.
The scene was magnificent, like paying homage to a king.
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