The head of the leech towers high in the sky.
Kamiyagawa and others defeated the leech men who were in the way, and finally arrived here.
Leech's body is very huge, and the location where Kamiyagawa and others are is as wide as a football field.
The half body of eight hundred bhikkhunis stands in the middle of the leech's head.
When I looked up from the ground, my attention was mainly attracted by the leeches, but now when I climbed to the top of the Kamiya River, I noticed that the eight hundred bhikkhunis also felt oppressive. She was like a huge and towering sculpture made of flesh and blood. Looking up, she felt strange and eerie.
The black flesh and blood that made up the body of the eight-hundred bhikshuni was churning. She straightened up, with a loving smile on her ever-changing face: "You can actually rush up so quickly. You are stronger than I thought."
"And you are weaker than I thought." Kamiya replied to her, "The consciousness is dominated by eight hundred bhikkhunis, but the body is the leech of a god. You can't control this huge and chaotic body of a god, right?"
"It's not control, it's service... If your consciousness joins in, you might be able to serve better."
The eight hundred bhikshuni was still smiling, and umbilical cord-like black flesh lines gushed out from her abdomen that was sunk above the head of the leech. The umbilical cord made a gurgling sound of flesh and blood, and the deformed leech-human fetus connected to the end croaked and laughed.
"I remember saying no."
As soon as Kamiya finished speaking, the leeches under his feet rumbled again.
This chaotic god was restless, and it was not clear whether it was the middle or the tail of her body that hit the mountains in the distance again.
For a moment, the mountains shook and the earth shook, the sky and the earth became dark, and countless rocks shot out towards the entire Songze area.
But this kind of attack, which injured one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred losses, did not repel Kamiya and others.
Mary escaped into the red mist, and the little tapir activated [Dream Equality].
The Inugami flew towards Kamiya River, leaned down, and its four giant claws were deeply embedded in the black flesh below, protecting its master.
The oncoming rocks hit the emerald green dragon scales and turned into powder.
After blocking this wave of attacks, the dog exhaled from his mouth and nose while shaking his body. He shook off the heavy dust on his body like a domestic dog shaking water.
With no time to talk trash to the enemy, Kamiya also launched an attack——
"Behind you."
Red mist emerged behind the eight hundred bhikkhunis, and Mary's tall figure in a swaying dress shimmered and jumped in the surging blood mist.
The thick sword in his hand was fierce and threatening, with murderous intent!
The blade flashed suddenly, and the space towards which the blade was directed seemed to suddenly freeze, and then turned into a breath of destruction, spreading in all directions along with the rippling red mist.
At the same time, the dream-eating tapir on the front raised its nose.
Always shrouded around the leech, the red light symbolizing the power of dreams and the majestic auspicious clouds are suppressed, like a gentle midnight lullaby, soothing the flesh-and-blood umbilical cords and leech-men that extend from the abdomen of the eight hundred bhikshuni and are ready to move.
Seizing this opportunity, Inugami and Kamiyagawa attacked simultaneously.
Gouzi turned into a blazing fireball of karma and rushed towards him. Kamiya summoned the brilliant Yang Lei and controlled the clear thunder to slash down with a single word.
There is also an obvious size difference between this pair of human-animal masters and servants. The dog is about the same size as the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, while the God Valley is much smaller. They attack together in a tacit understanding, but there is an inexplicable sense of step-tank coordination.
Compared with the huge leech, the strength of the half-length eight hundred bhikshuni seems to be much weaker.
The Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis are probably really where the life gate of the leech lies.
Facing the flanking attack of four Aragami-level enemies, she was a little powerless, and those umbilical cords and leech men were not enough to look at.
They have to face the extremely ferocious Inugami and the nimble Kamiyagawa head-on. They also have to be wary of Mary's backstabs that change positions from time to time, and the little tapir has been controlling the power of dreams to interfere with her actions.
The light of swords, the flickering of thunder and fire, suppressed the eight hundred bhikkhunis who tightened their umbilical cords and retreated continuously.
Black chunks of flesh were flying everywhere.
This further verified Kamiya’s previous guess——
Since a leech is a lump of chaotic living flesh without subjective consciousness, the one who controls the movement of this lump of living flesh is a group of eight hundred bhikkhunis with numerous human consciousnesses.
Even though the consciousnesses of the eight hundred bhikshunis became huge due to the fusion, those consciousnesses were originally just ordinary people.
And can humans really perfectly control the body of God?
The battle lasted for a while, and the black line belonging to the Live Fish Hotel spread up from the head of the leech. Although there were only a few messy lines, the remaining three emperors stepped on the black line of the hotel and appeared.
Even the eight-foot girl swung her tentacles and appeared with a slight stagger.
Perhaps the eight hundred bhikkhunis were too focused on the troublesome battle in front of them. The battlefield below was broken through by the four-round strengthened imperial guards and the eight-foot-tall warriors.
The combat power of Shengu's side was once again strengthened. The eight hundred bhikshuni seemed to have no chance of winning, and the leeches under their bodies were just writhing in pain.
…
The only ones who are still on the battlefield are Chihiro Miyauchi, Miss Tsuruta, a crazy beauty who has gone crazy, and Mr. Kawahara, who is always silent and dressed in a black suit.
Under the tacit understanding of Miyauchi and Kawahara, Tsuruta was still the fastest.
And, perhaps because her time is running out, her fighting style is extremely crazy.
Faced with the counterattack of the eight hundred bhikshuni, he did not dodge at all. At the cost of being penetrated by the black umbilical cord, he slashed the chainsaw into the abdomen of the eight hundred bhikshuni.
"Go to hell, gods and monsters, go to hell!"
Tsuruta didn't know the pain and screamed with excitement.
The piercing roar of the chainsaw stirred up flesh and blood.
"Kamiya-sama, we only have one minute left, shoot!"
Miyauchi Qianyu turned around and shouted to his master.
Kamiyagawa could understand what the emperors meant. The "shooting" they wanted was definitely not an ordinary shot, but a shot of divine wrath that would engulf all the eight hundred bhikkhunis and the emperors.
The Banshee was lifted up, muzzle pointed upward.
boom!
There was a sharp gunshot, followed by a shrill wail like a banshee wailing.
The phantom of the armored Demon King of the Sixth Heaven slowly stood up from behind Kamiya. The gorgeous armor and stomach were like a ball of blazing flames leaping on the black flesh, and continued to stretch upwards.
Countless illusory fire cannons were outlined around the virtual image of Oda Nobunaga.
Gunfire roars!
Kamiyagawa's [Three Thousand Worlds] has always been powerful, and its release is a little cumbersome, but its damage is comparable to his big self-destruction.
Mary and other wild gods sensed this and were unwilling to suffer this powerful wave of friendly damage, so they all left the area covered by artillery fire.
But the imperial ministers were different.
Regardless of their lives and at any cost, they forcefully intercepted the eight hundred bhikshuni and dragged her into the deep quagmire of artillery bombardment, preventing her from escaping in order to let her suffer all the damage from these three rounds of indiscriminate bombardment. Full!
The roar of muskets continued and the smoke filled the air.
Kamiyagawa was not even idle when he was amplifying his move. He grabbed a shining dragon thunder gun and threw it towards the center of the fire coverage area.
And when everything finally subsided, the smoke dissipated, and in the center of the gunfire area where blood and flesh were flying, only a dirty and torn evening dress was still fluttering. It was Tsuruta who was still standing with the chainsaw.
There were large and small pieces of black flesh squirming around her naked feet.
These pieces of meat belonged to the leech man and also to the eight hundred bhikkhunis.
Tsuruta's body was covered in flesh and blood, and it was no longer possible to tell whether it was the damage caused by [Three Thousand Worlds] or the trauma caused by eight hundred bhikkhunis. But at the same time, the aura of ghosts and gods is also extremely powerful. It seems that in this round of battle, Tsuruta survived to the end and enjoyed the most powerful ultimate gozen.
She stretched her right hand to her abdomen, opened a wound on herself, took out some squirming black pieces of flesh, mixed them with her own flesh and blood, and threw them to her feet.
"These things cannot be left on my body..." Tsuruta raised his head and looked at Kamiya River, "Master Kamiya, please praise us."
After finishing speaking, Tsuruta disappeared together with the collapsed Living Fish Hotel.
Kamiya watched Gozen leave the stage and looked around, seeing that the head of the leech had been damaged beyond recognition.
"finished?"
Kamiya held the sword and looked at the shikigami around him, but the uneasiness in his heart did not disappear.
The mountain-like body of the leech beneath him still exists. Although it seems to maintain a certain stiff posture and cannot move much, it seems to have no intention of dying.
Immediately afterwards, Kamiyagawa's eyes shrank, and he saw those squirming, scattered pieces of black flesh, quickly stacked together, forming a tall, decayed and broken half-length human figure rising from the ground. It was eight hundred bhikkhunis. She had not yet die!
"They call you Kamiya-sama, so should I call you that too? Kamiya-sama?"
The eight hundred bhikshuni still seemed to have that compassionate smile on her face, but because all the facial features on her face were missing, her smile looked particularly weird.
In addition, there is no anger or resentment in her body. Even though she was beaten in such a mess, she still retains a strange "goodwill" towards Kamiya and his party, just like facing a lost and rebellious child.
Eight Hundred Bhikshunis: "I don't want to do this. This will cause the great divine body that the Lord has finally formed to collapse. It will take a long, long time to form such a body again... But you are too pedantic... You should be well redeemed. The only good news is that you are strong enough, and with your integration, the Lord’s new body in the future should also be stronger, right?”
As her words fell, Kamiya and his party felt a severe sense of weightlessness.
Leech's body, which had remained stiff and motionless in a certain position, began to fall.
No, to be more precise, she is actively dissolving.
Those black pieces of flesh fell off from the trunk and turned into a strong watery smell, turning into a palpable but extremely empty and indescribable meaning of joy and happiness.
And beneath this extreme joy, there seems to be some turbulent undercurrent.
Hua Hua——
More flesh melts and falls.
The people in Shengu who were originally standing high in the sky lost their support and fell downwards.
"I am here."
As he fell, Kamiyakawa heard a familiar voice whispering close to his ear.
The Prajna attached to his body lifted the mask of jealousy, and its cold and soft hands embraced him.
Besides this, he heard the cry of whales.
They must have left the battlefield, and the whales wandering in the distance were driving the whales towards them, trying to catch the people who fell from high places.
"Wait a minute... something is wrong."
It was still Hannya's voice, and Kamiyakawa felt her hug him a little tighter.
But then, Kamiya suddenly became difficult to think, and suddenly lost his judgment on the situation around him.
As the commander of the battle, he must not lose his mind at this time, but that's what happened.
There seemed to be a strong, complex emotion that completely enveloped him and occupied all the thoughts in his brain.
Those emotions are hidden under the empty joy and happiness just now, like a strange candy with a sandwich inside. The outer layer of illusory and sweet sugar-coating dissolves and overflows from the inside. It cannot be described in words. pain of.
Those emotions that brought pain and uneasiness, which were hidden under the joy and happiness just now, were completely released at this time and surged wantonly.
Kamiya seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss of emotions.
He saw figures flashing around him, and heard words murmuring around him——
"This place, this place...Songze Village. If you want to escape, you must escape. Think of a way, think of a way quickly!"
"Those leech men are so scary, they are monsters, monsters!"
"I don't want to die here... ugh..."
"I just want to live with Hina..."
"..."
Those voices had different tones and timbres, and seemed to be made by many, many people.
The only thing consistent was the intense pain contained in all the voices.
Then, Kamiya heard another voice, which was much clearer than the previous one. Someone was talking in a compassionate tone:
"Humans have seven emotions: joy, anger, worry, sadness, and fear. Anger, sadness, thoughts, and fear are all bad emotions. They make people confused, sad, bored, fearful, and painful. "
"But only joy, only joy is good, it brings happiness."
"The Lord strips away the six emotions that only bring pain to people, leaving only the joy of happiness, blessing everyone equally and lovingly. It swallows all the pain into the body and bears it by itself. Because the Lord wants to Create a world with only permanent happiness for people.”
"Why, why can't you feel this kind of compassion and this kind of love? Why are you turning a blind eye to the greatness of the Lord and the Lord's sacrifice?"
"So...so now you see, look, everyone's pain."
"Be like them, Kamiya, sir. Abandon those useless emotions and pain, and throw yourself into the arms of my Lord. Join me and become eight hundred bhikshunis."
really.
It's so painful, those complicated and painful emotions are suffocating.
Following the voices of the eight hundred bhikkhunis, Kamiya saw light in this boundless abyss of painful emotions.
The ultimate light is right in front of you, within reach.
That dazzling, illusory, unrealistic white light is like salvation.
Love, compassion, equality, tolerance of all things.
It seems that as long as you reach out, you can get rid of the torment of countless painful emotions, and your brain can throw away useless details and completely dissolve in a sense of joy and happiness.
