[Comprehensive] The god judge voluntarily was hidden by the gods

Shuangyue Meijia subconsciously turned around and took the small cup of coffee in his hand: "Thank you...thank you?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga showed her a deliberate and dazzling smile.

"Wow, you actually brought Tsurumaru this time?" Wei Su opened his eyes wide, "Didn't you always dislike him for making trouble?"

She doesn't know wow!

Tsurumaru Kuninaga blinked: "Anyway, we're not going to make trouble for the prosecutor's office this time, of course it's better to take me."

"That's right..."

So Shuangyue Meijia could only watch this inexplicable sword Fusangshen and Wei Su fight fiercely with each other, and had to add a few words from time to time to cover him.The gray cat hid on the corner of the street and watched for a while, gave her a "good job" look, and left her and ran away without hesitation.

Although the situation is in her favor... But what is going on!

Shuangyue Meijia drank the espresso on hand in one gulp, and then wrinkled her face bitterly, causing Wei Su to laugh at him kindly: "You've been teased again!"

"I didn't add any sugar at all!" Shuangyue Meijia complained half-truthfully, "Stupid Tsurumaru, it's too bitter!"

"It's more interesting if it's hard enough, isn't it impressive?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga blinked meaningfully, "After all, even the sweetness of the bitterness doesn't necessarily come, right?"

...This is definitely a threat!

"Afraid of hardship, it's really a child's taste," Wei Su obviously didn't notice the undercurrent between them, "Coffee is an adult's drink!"

"Oh," Dabao Pingwu looked like his master, and he couldn't understand the subtext just like his master, "but master, don't you always add five packets of sugar to it?"

"...Do you have to tear down my desk? Hey!"

Until meeting Fomalhaut and the others, Mika Shimotsuki couldn't find a chance to find out where Tsurumaru Kuninaga came from.Right now she couldn't get off the tiger, so she had to stand obediently behind Fomalhaut and follow him into the hollow corridor.

Fomalhaut is a taciturn young man with a hard line and a capable style.When he casts his gaze over, it will cause great pressure.The valet he brought today is Yingwan, this peaceful Fusangshen is still holding a box of tea in his hand.

"Yingmaru..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga touched his chin, "It seems that the president doesn't intend to tear himself apart with the prosecution."

"Hey, how do you know?" Da Baoping accepted the judgment without doubt, "I thought I could do something big!"

"Yamaru is not a sword used to actual combat."

"Hey, don't underestimate him—"

"I know you guys have a good relationship, so I don't mean to underestimate anyone," Tsurumaru Kuninaga interrupted him, "However, the choice of valet can somewhat reflect the master's mentality. Right, Omaru?"

"Yeah," Yingwan put a smile on Dabaoping's shoulder, "You guessed it right. But..."

"You managed to persuade Xu Su to bring you here this time, must you have some bad idea?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga put his finger to his lips: "It's a secret~"

The permission to go to the hollow corridor is a series of constantly changing parameters. As long as there is enough computing power, people can create space tunnels according to the parameters and be able to enter this prison.But it is easy to come in and difficult to come out. Since the interior of the hollow corridor is a closed space-time paradox where the starting point is equal to the end point and maintains self-similarity, a symmetrical extra mass must be constructed by the shadow system for replacement to achieve escape.

Strip off the three-dimensional building built on the surface of the hollow corridor, and in front of you is a disk formed by a cloud of dust.The light converges around the disk, and due to the distortion of the nearby space, it presents a sparkling visual effect.The light and shadow are cut into sections by the shattered space, which looks magnificent, but actually hides murderous intent.

When Fomalhaut led his subordinates into the corridor through the space tunnel, Ayanokōji had been waiting for him for a long time.

Ayanokouji is a real middle-aged person with a dignified appearance and a very ambitious person.He also used to be a spiritual examiner, but he did not possess outstanding spiritual skills.After he realized that he could not reach the peak of the ranks of the god judges, he chose to retreat bravely and turned to the political arena.

"Good day, Your Excellency Fomalhaut," Ayanokōji pursed his lips, "The hollow corridor is not where you should come."

"You shouldn't be here either," Shuangyue Meijia spoke instead of Fomalhaut according to Xu Su's personality and habits, "The hollow corridor is a national prison, not your office!"

"That's right, you must have an ulterior motive for hiding here!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga said with a righteous face, "With us here, your schemes will not succeed!"

"Nonsense," Ayanokouji snorted coldly, "There has never been any conspiracy. With you, it's just that the plan of Mibu's second coming was put on the bright side in advance."

"In this case, let's wait for your bill to pass a vote in Congress," Wei Su rolled his eyes, "It's a shame that you still have the face to accuse the puppeteer of changing history, but in the end you are not doing the same thing."

"Don't be silly," Ayanokōji sneered, "The current army relies too much on the sword and Fusangshen, and its attitude towards historical revisionism is too radical. My approach is correct!"

"After a long time, are you the one who tends to historical revisionism?"

"Enough." Fomalhaut raised his hand, stopping the verbal dispute, "The Mibu clan should not survive. We are here, and you should give up too."

"Dust to dust, dust to dust."

At this moment, a soft female voice sounded: "Big words."

Wei Su raised his head, looked left and right: "Who?"

"Hehe," Ayanokōji sneered, "Do you think I'm not prepared for this situation at all?"

Fomalhaut frowned: "A trap?"

Ayanokouji's real pupils flashed red light: "You guys stay here for now, stay with me...until Mibu comes again!"

In response, the hollow corridor began to vibrate violently.The three-dimensional buildings built on the surface of the prison were shaken down one after another, the foundations protruded, and the ground shattered.

And the hollow corridor is like a spaceship, slowly rising into the sky.

"Are you crazy?!" Shuangyue Meijia was taken aback, "We just came to you to hide the evidence of the Mibu clan so that we could submit an impeachment case in Congress, but you actually hijacked the hollow corridor!"

Political life is gone!

What answered her was a terrible miasma sweeping everywhere like a storm.The god judges put up large and small defenses at the first time - for human beings, miasma is poison.The Sword Fusangshen were not affected too much. As long as the master is fine, their divine fire will not be shaken, and the aura will remain clear.

Next, many ghosts appeared in the miasma, and the Sword Fusangshen took action one after another to resist their attack.While resisting the miasma, the god judges assisted the sword to deal with the gods, and the rate of spiritual power consumption was extremely high.

"Common people, meeting for the first time," the soft female voice sounded again, "I am the last miko of the Mibu clan, Otoha."

A red shadow stretched from Ayanokoji's real body, and the image became clearer as the quality increased and the resolution changed from low to high.

Her hair is like crow feathers, her lips are like blood, and she looks strange and beautiful.

"Now, this entire hollow corridor is under my control," Otoha smiled at them, "Here, I would like to thank Mr. Ayanokōji Masato, who brought me from the past to the present, allowing me to Witness this wonderful new world."

With the fullness of her image, Ayanokouji's real body decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, with loose skin and skinny bones.

"It was I... who saved you..." Ayanokōji said intermittently, "Help me!"

"It's your honor to serve me, commoner," Otoha said arrogantly, "don't take my courtesy as a promise."

Ayanokōji's real pupils constricted, fear spread, and then he calmed down quickly: "Please...be merciful..."

However, Otoha ignored Ayanokouji's real request and let the miasma wrap around his body.Instead, Fomalhaut threw a stress talisman to purify the air for him.

"I would also like to thank you all," Otoha indifferently watched the miasma eroding this consumable protective shield, and estimated that this thing would last an hour, "If it weren't for your aggressiveness, he wouldn't be in a mess, I There is no way to control him so easily and get this hollow corridor."

Hearing this, Ayanokōji's real throat made a "clack" sound, his pale face was stained with a thin blush, then he twitched, and passed out from anger.

"At the same time, I would also like to thank another Mr. Hiraoyoshi, who is said to be an inspector?" Otoha's expression became very stern, "Unfortunately, like Mr. Ayanokoji, he thinks he can deal with I point fingers!"

As soon as the voice fell, a figure came out of the miasma billowing with a spear in his hands. He was covered in blood, and the orange vine pattern on his body had been dyed black.

He has a feminine face with a peaceful smile on his face, he looks like a weak nobleman returning from a poetry meeting, rather than a tough military general who just killed his way.He is a survivor of the Heian era, raising his hands and stepping on the classical rhythm, even blood can't dilute his elegance.

"I'm sorry too," Ping Liangyin's smile was like a mask, full of distance, "I didn't expect you to be so unreasonable."

"It's because you are too negligent, common people," Otoha sneered, "What kind of plan for the second coming of Mibu...you can carry it out if you want to, stop it if you want to stop it, what a joke! Wanting to use the Mibu clan is really whimsical!"

"Mr. Ping!" Wei Su obviously knew him, stepped forward to support him, "It's all right!"

Ping Liangyin patted his hand, pushed him away softly but firmly, and said to Fomalhaut: "Sorry, I couldn't control the situation."

"It's okay," Fomalhaut shook his head, "I owe you a favor."

"It's easy to say," Ping Liangyin still smiled, "She released all the prisoners, and I just cleaned up some of them. I hope you don't blame them."

"……certainly."

In fact, it still hurts a little. The government of the time has the death penalty, and the prisoners who will be locked in the hollow corridor only represent one thing-they still have great use value.

"Who else should I thank?" Otoha played with her hair and tilted her head, "Well...it doesn't matter, it's all the same," she put her hands behind her back and said indifferently, "Everyone is the same—— It's all ants, garbage, trash... all the same."

Many people gritted their teeth in secret, others were busy resisting the miasma, the Sword Fusangshen were busy fighting, Fomalhaut was too lazy to refute, only Ping Liangyin said with a smile: "You are not much better yourself, you are alone , Miss Miko who is still alive."

"Shut up, common people!" Otoyu scolded, rolling his eyes, "Next, let's play a game," her voice suddenly became excited, "It's a very fun game!"

Ping Liangyin was still in the mood to respond: "Wow, what game?"

"This is a prison," Otoha announced. "The most suitable game is, of course, a trial by combat!"

"I want you to kill each other until the last one left—"

"Only the last surviving person can get my pardon and leave this prison!" Her voice echoed in everyone's ears, creepy, "This is the best opening of 'The Second Advent of Mibu'!"

"I hope you can use killing intent and despair to offer the highest sacrifice to His Majesty the Red King!"

madman!