The Remaining City's Ideal Across the Sky Chapter 65 The Ghost King has no leader
"Does that mean how long it must be sheathed?" Dynefil asked.
"It is the behavior of a samurai like him to put his sword into its sheath after the battle and keep it exposed." The city lord answered.
"That is to say, this Spiritual Word Spell does not actually limit the time it takes to be sheathed. There is no problem even if it is replenished later, right." Dinefel confirmed again.
"The moment you fail to adhere to the samurai principles, even if you do not violate the Spiritual Word Spell, you will sooner or later degenerate into a ghost. However, judging from the depravity of previous generations of holders, there is indeed no limit on the time for sheathing." The city lord took the trouble to answer.
, because Dinefel doesn’t understand samurai.
"Then it doesn't matter. There is always an emergency, so who can win this time?" Dinefel sighed softly. "Then let's decide it's him."
But in fact, if you don't draw your sword when facing a ghost but consider whether you can defeat it, you may have already started to slip, even if you are not trying to live alone.
"Please." The city lord made a gesture, and the three saber warriors left with their sabers.
Dinefel stood up slowly, picked up the sheathed sword in front of the city lord's desk, and gently stroked the sword's blade with his fingers.
A murderous intention that could even impact Dinefel's soul was transmitted in the moment he touched it. I don't know how many people or ghosts this knife has killed before it could grow to this point.
Dinefel didn't need synchronization to understand that after pulling out this weapon, an intelligent creature must be killed, and it must be a complete kill.
"The moment the warrior recited the Spiritual Word Mantra, he inherited the obsession and twisted power of cause and effect from every holder of the previous generation. He will eventually embark on this path, so there is no need to be impatient. The new recruits have been trained.
We will announce the expedition in a few days," the city lord said.
"No wonder this saber has such power, that's why." Dinefel nodded, determined to wait a few more days.
After he went out, he went shopping and bought some wooden fish pendants, wooden training knives and other special objects as gifts for his teammates when they meet next time, and then went for a retreat.
Three days later, the city lord used an unknown loudspeaker to announce to the whole city that Gao Yuyuan was sending troops to attack the Ghost King.
Dinefir also sensed that a young servant with a knife had moved downstairs. So he went downstairs and planned to follow him to the meeting place.
However, this time he did not move with the large army. The attendant took Dinefel to a racecourse near the city lord's palace. Eleven fast horses and nine warriors were here, as well as the ones that Dinefel had seen before in the city lord's study.
The young man and the old man. "If something changes later, set off immediately." One of them, who seemed to be the leading warrior, jumped onto his horse.
Dinefel should be the last one, because the sword-bearing squire has also mounted his horse.
Although they are said to be fast horses, they can only run faster than humans. However, it is impossible for these warriors to activate the spiritual spell to rush on their way.
After leaving the plain terrain of Gao Yuyuan, we entered a hilly area. There were many bones and wandering mindless ghosts on the main road. Although these ghosts were very weak, it was still troublesome to block the road. Even after training, the evil spirit could still make these horses afraid to move.
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Dinefel told the others not to do anything, and prepared to go up and try the knife with them.
Although he could kill him with his bare hands, Dinefir still experienced this fierce knife. It was indeed extremely sharp against ghosts, and its rock-hard skin and high-density muscles were useless. That was all.
It was said that it was a test of the sword, but Dinefel was actually trying to determine another thing, whether these ghosts were spiritual power holders, and whether killing them would trigger the perception of spiritual power holders. But no,
These ghosts don't have any spiritual power at all. "Isn't it? Maybe ghosts with minds will be different," he murmured to himself.
After that, the group spent seven days arriving at a city that was not destroyed by ghosts. At this time, ghosts, samurai and guards were fighting on the city wall. The injection of new blood quickly turned the tide of the battle.
The defenders of the city breathed a sigh of relief. After asking about the origins of Dinefel and others, they asked the group to change horses and supplies to facilitate their journey to the next city. It could be described as non-stop.
It was already April since arriving here, and when he was about to arrive near the glorious Genji Castle, Dinefel saw a miko wearing the same clothes as Mochizuki Yuki, and he also knew the reason why she was dressed like this in the wilderness.
Feeding a few foxes in the middle, other colleagues continued to ride forward, and of course they would not stop for this.
Dinefir took a second look, but continued to look forward to the battle against the Ghost King.
After Yang Xian reined in his horse and walked slowly for a few steps, the leading warrior of the cavalry turned over and dismounted. After raising a wooden sign, the gate of the city where the Genji Daimyo lived opened for you.
The warriors also all dismounted, and after a brief identification, the attendants went to place their horses.
After walking into the open heavy red-painted door, the bustling streets that should have been crowded with people at this time were deserted and deserted. There were only a few civilians buying daily necessities in shops with few products.
Despite this, the buildings in this city are all two to three storeys, made of wood, rich in satin, rich in greenery, and clean and tidy.
He was guided by the guards guarding the city to a hotel to rest. That night, the attendants delivered exotic and well-fitting clothes.
At the dinner, all the daimyo samurai will gather together to make plans for the leaderless crusade.
However, since Dinefel had no identity before, he still needed to choose the type of attire he would wear at the dinner.
If you are a city lord and guest, blue will be relatively low-key as the main color. If you are an unknown reclusive warrior, black can add a sense of mystery. And if you want to fill in the achievements of defeating ghost king clones in the past, red is the best color, which can also hurt people.
The highest level of clothing that the Oni King's warriors can have. After that, there are only purple that the general is allowed to wear and bright yellow that the daimyo wears. White and other level colors are not considered, because this level cannot participate in the dinner.
Dinefel thought for a moment and chose a bright red bar. The attendant asked if he needed any patterns to be embroidered.
Dinefel asked what the pattern said and learned that the common ones included swimming fish and clouds, which were mostly the personal style of warriors. He chose clouds without much thought.
After choosing the clothes, they will be sent to the hotel before the dinner, and there is still one afternoon.
Most of the other samurai chose to meditate in their rooms or go to drink tea and talk with other samurai they knew from other cities.
Dinefir decided to go over to drink tea and listen to what they said if there was anything worth paying attention to.
I picked a pair of familiar young warriors in blue and sat down in a deserted teahouse. They ordered a few side dishes and two small glasses of sake.
"Why are there so few people in this teahouse today? Have everyone gone to meditate?" Dinefel was a little confused but still ordered a few snacks and sat down first.
One of the young warriors who was facing the direction of Dinefel glanced at him, and the two of them, who had become familiar with each other since then, began to talk about everyday things. It was said that they had known each other since they were young and had made up their minds to pursue the way of the warrior. Now they each obtained their swords.
I have fulfilled my original wish, but am still confused about the future.
Generally speaking, there was nothing worth noting, except for one thing. They talked about a battle between the ghost kings. The famous sword used by the ghost king Shaguo in that battle was later preserved by the daimyo of the Genji dynasty. The sword was once called Ryusen Tai.
Ah, it is not the demon-slaying blade, it is now called the Demon Sword by samurai - Longquan.
It is said that in this battle against the Ghost King, the third son of the Genji family, Minamoto Yiroku, will bring this demon sword to the battle.
In other words, the Ghost King actually uses swords, but he is talking about famous swords. Famous swords are not sabers. Dinefel doesn't know whether the famous swords here simply refer to famous swords, or whether they have any special meaning, but the samurai swords rely on it.
It is the power of the spiritual mantra.
After eating and drinking, Dinefir decided to ask the attendant about the famous sword.
In layman's terms, famous swords refer to swords made before the creation of ghosts and samurai swords with the power of speaking spirits.
At that time, the world (although there were no separate names for countries and continents) was still in the midst of wars between major families. The swords held by samurai at that time only needed two characteristics, strength and sharpness.
Whether it is traditional kendo, sword drawing or two-sword style, all focus on armor breaking and parrying. However, people who hold famous swords cannot keep up with the movements of ghosts. After the birth of the samurai sword, ordinary famous swords are basically collections.
"So there were no psychics in that era, or did ghosts and psychics appear at about the same time?" Dinefel asked a very important question.
The attendant shook his head. "The ghost appeared first, and then the psychic was born a little later than the samurai sword."
There were some discrepancies with the conjecture, and Dinefel couldn't figure it out for the moment, so he stopped delving into it for the time being and decided to wait until the battle to continue observing.
It's time to rest and wait for the battle.
After changing into the bright red samurai uniform called Rainbow Clouds and very tough magic equipment, the dinner party was about to begin, and there were many more people in the hotel lobby.
However, there was still some time before departure, and Dinefel didn't talk to anyone, and no one wanted to talk to him. Before attending the dinner, Dinefel knew whether there was anything worth paying attention to when listening to their conversation.
The warriors in the hall mostly talked about the upcoming dinner party, and some talked about the upcoming crusade. There was no useful information here and there.
He went to the banquet with peace of mind.
To be honest, Dinefel didn't recognize anyone, and the dinner was serious. He only announced a few things. He designated several people who would eventually confront the ghost king in the crusade against the headless ghost king - there were also some unknown people among them.
Dinefir.
The red-clothed warrior who had never been seen before appeared in the most important position attracted a lot of attention. After all, other samurai and even a few red-clothed warriors who were not selected were just holding back the support of other big ghosts.
There are only a few basic pieces of information about the Ghost King Headless. Headless's prediction ability is extremely accurate. Even if the slash hits, it will be difficult to break through the hard surface. Headless's decapitating ax is extremely powerful. Basically, no one will be alive after being hit.
Possibility.
The atmosphere of the dinner party that followed was depressing, and there were no singing and dancing performances. It was just over and we set off tomorrow.