The ghosts' faces change. Only in part, including the string ghost, the head of the ghost, could understand the elder's words, but when I saw the elder's painful expression, I knew where to complain about it.
"The General's Vengeance!
"Take the String Ghost's Vengeance!
"Bring the humans to the Blood Festival! And eat!"
The ghosts, whose morale has risen to its fullest with the killing, are attacked by wild falls and bell tones.
"Ugh. I'm in a bad mood right now."
Your head speaks in a quiet tone. Tired was trembling in your head's arms. A mighty wrath on your head that could even freeze the ghosts' killing chi. There was no other reason for this, I had been injured, but I still remembered the fear of exhaustion.
"Cannibal Fluorescent"
When your head utters a word, around your head and tiredness appears a small three-day moon-shaped brightness of companion numbers.
It was a technique that had just been developed based on the secret of Nanban witchcraft received from the Taoist Egg Superior.
A number of small lights, which may be over a hundred, dance at high speeds simultaneously. Every one of them strikes the ghosts, and the ringtones, on different tracks, as if they were willing.
"Guaaaaa!"
"Higi no!
"Mindless!
Ghosts pierced by the brightness of light and filled with holes all over their bodies.
"Knock..."
As if my body were going to be a hive, I fantasized about what it would be like to be full of holes, while desperately sending the brightness of the light that strikes me, or the bell tone that slashes me with demon knife concubine pine to extinguish me.
"I can't suck it off, I can't help it. It's a very evil technique inside..."
Seven Treasures Mountain pulled out a demon knife that sucked supernormal power and tried to suck all the light, but several shots were pierced through its body. Fortunately, it took about shoulders, limbs and flanks, and due to the amount of bleeding, the aorta hasn't been damaged. But the battle was unlikely to continue.
(The peacock is... dead?
Mount Seven Treasures sees the peacock. Peacock also seems to have been pierced by cannibal fluorescence, but this one falls to the depression and doesn't move. Looks like it was a bad hit. I see it as possibly fatal.
"Humph!
Even in the sight of the mighty witchcraft of your head, the elders have nothing to fear, and suddenly jump at your head and try to poke you with a spear.
"Bad Cause, Bad Cause, Big Rebellion."
A blacker and brighter stream was unleashed than your head, and it seemed that you had swallowed the elders, but the elders were in an awkward place.
The elders approach your head. Stick out the spear with all your strength.
The elder's spear, your head kicked up and prevented. The spear of the elder is bounced large on top, and the upper body of the elder feels a little glaring, where a gap arises.
Don't miss the gap, your head swoops to the side.
"Fuko..."
The elder looked back as his throat was slashed wide to the side and his blood scattered like a fountain.
The elders, ringtones and gaze. At that time, the elders were laughing for some reason. No, I laughed when I saw the ringtone.
(Why...? Why are you laughing...?
Seeing the elder smile at the moment, the ringtone feels like his chest is going to be smothered.
"Elder, whoa, whoa!
"Me! How dare an elder!
Increasingly fierce ghosts.
Your quiet anger continues. Tired was feeling up close, angry as if the blade of ice chopped up what could be shaken.
Without even seeing the ghosts coming at him, his head was meditating, marking with his hands together, and casting a spell.
"Armored Sleeve Touch Song Streak"
The moment the chant of the spell was complete, the surroundings were engulfed in darkness.
Despite being wrapped in darkness, I can see all who are in it. Your head, your tiredness, your ghosts.
Tired knows that this is one of the techniques you can call the depths of your head. Your head focuses on itself and acquires the art of forming a special space. Needless to say, it does not require a strut, as is the case with normal junctions, and there is no restriction on access.
Behind one of the ghosts appeared a giant skeleton with eyeballs on it.
"Wow!? What the hell is this?
Feeling the signs and looking back, a surprised ghost tries to wave a gold bar.
"Huh?"
I couldn't swing a gold bar. Because when I tried to shake it, I dislocated my shoulders, and then I broke my elbows.
"What the... what the... what the..."
Your head picks up the stone at your feet and throws it at a ghost groaning in pain. The stone hits the head. And the head of the ghost explodes lightly. It's like if I hit a stone on a ripe persimmon, I blew it up.
The skeleton disappears while the other ghosts are distracted by the sight. And show up behind the ghost that was next door.
"Whoa!? Gee!"
A surprised ghost tried to distance herself from the skeleton, slipping and falling. The fallen bounce broke my leg bone lightly. I tried to poke my hand further into the ground and broke both my wrist and my palm bones.
His head also threw stones at the ghost. When the stone hit his chest, the ghost ribs were crushed and his heart and lungs crushed and bounced.
And the skeleton moves to another ghost again. At this point the rest of the ghosts were three, but all three understood what this was all about. Those whose skeletons appear behind them, when their bodies become uninterrupted and brittle.
"What the hell..."
The ringtone gazes at the darkness. From outside the darkness made by your head, you do not know what is happening in the darkness. When the five ghosts went to your head, darkness erupted from your head's body, and something like a mass of darkness was made, and your head, tiredness, and the five ghosts were engulfed in darkness.
When the lump of darkness disappeared, there were five ghosts exposed to a wretched corpse, a head resting calmly, and a tired figure lying at its feet.
The earliest number of remaining ghosts is also small. And by the head that slew the elders, he slew five of his companions at a time in mysterious art, and the spirit of the ghosts was lost.
"We're leaving! We lost! I can't make any more sacrifices!
"Gu Tu ~... Can't you help me..."
"Remember, one day we will ravage the world of men!
Without even looking at the losing ghosts, your head turns its gaze to the ringtone.
At about the same time, the ringtone activates the thunder-axis technique again. Now that there were no wild horses, I could release them without worrying about the entanglement. Electric shocks rush around in a vortex.
"Mizuko Mizuko."
Your head summons a few flickering spirits and wears them to himself. It was a prospect of preventing electric shocks from being missed to the ground by the Spirit.
The prospect went off. Instead, he missaw the identity of the ringtone technique. The thundershaft technique doesn't really emit the electric shock the way it looks. Because we are hitting the bioenergy that took the shape of an electric shock, we cannot change the flow of electricity to prevent it.
The tiredness of remaining down was helped thanks to the electric shock passing through the top, but your head eats a direct hit.
Mizuko Kiriko also killed some power, but still took quite serious damage, kneeling on both sides on the spot.
"With all that talent as a magician, it's a treasure rot, such as falling for a burglar or something. You have a better way to live."
A ringtone that speaks with a rough breath. It's time for her to get physically hard.
"Another sermon? You want me to serve the palace? Or do you want me to help people like you? I'm sorry about both of them."
Your head spits and laughs off.
"Hey, ringtone. Peacock is alive for once, but it may not taste good like this."
Qiaobaoshan called to the ringtone as he put a bunch of contents on Peacock's wound.
"I'm not going to be able to fight anymore either. Are you going to fight alone like this? The enemy seems to be doing the same, but he may have some leeway. We'll split the pain and run, but we'll figure it out."
"Understood."
The ringtone drank the opinion of Seven Treasures Mountain and delivered the knife to the sheath.
"You don't have to chase me. Don't even chase him. I don't think so."
While watching the dispersing ringtones, the fatigued, dark-faced head commands his men.
"It was kind of like all three of us losing, that kind of fight."
"Tiny."
Yoshiyoshi's light mouth, your head laughed powerlessly.