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Chapter 367 The road of molten fire

"call……"

Shen Hui walked slowly in the comic exhibition hall.

Behind him, a female host was hooking up with a Rem of unknown gender.

In a place like this, gender has always been a vague concept.

Of course, for Shenhui now, there is also race...

"Hey, are you still there?"

Fukae tried to communicate with the sword in her hand.

However, he didn't get any response.

It's just that Fukai had a subtle sense of déjà vu: he felt that the sword was "glaring" at him coldly.

This is a true demon sword...

Well, although the Forger is a pure mortal...

"It was not you who forged me, mortal!"

A dull and majestic roar sounded in Shen Hui's ears.

Azakana, a little devil that feeds on negative emotions.

It doesn't sound like there's much to it.

However, the overall performance of the actual performance is pretty good.

"You spilled a bunch of ink on a piece of paper, and someone made a picture of it, and you thought your name should be engraved on it?"

The devil said sarcastically.

"Yeah, maybe I should make a dung fork then."

Shen Hui couldn't help but fight back.

Fortunately, this is a comic show, so no one will be surprised by your sudden self-talk.

You may even think about what kind of plot or source your sudden self corresponds to.

This made Shenhui feel quite relaxed.

But it also made him begin to doubt the real reason for Long's birth.

Is it a gathering of a group of two-dimensional enthusiasts, or is it a legitimate reason for some demons and monsters to let loose?

Difficult to understand...

Shen Hui shook his head, he began to understand the world a little bit.

But maybe I can build something more interesting.

Instead, some exquisite playthings...

Shen Hui suddenly thought like this.

Before that, he had some rather fervent thoughts about becoming a swordsman, or a swordsman's brother.

But just after getting this sword today.

Shen Hui felt that she was not the right person.

In his hallucination on the sword, he saw continuous, non-stop killings.

Then, he vomited, very violently...

Therefore, this made the Sword of Azakana despise it.

Shenhui felt that he might exhaust his lifelong murderous intention.

It can also kill no more than one palm at most.

And that, in the hallucination he saw, was just a fleeting death...

"That's not bad - if it were you, Dungcha would get its full chance to show itself."

The demon sword named Azakana said so.

"But you made a sword, a killing sword!"

"But you refused the invitation to kill! You just walked around with me!"

The voice of the Demon Sword suddenly became furious!

"So do you prefer to be crushed into slag by gunfire, or to be broken down into various samples bit by bit on the cutting machine?"

Fukai was unmoved and asked instead.

The Demon Sword fell silent, just when Shenhui thought the other party had been persuaded by him.

It suddenly spoke:

"Old copies are not subject to destructive research."

"Cough...cough cough..."

Shenhui:???

The sudden change in painting style made him cough violently.

"Are you cosplaying Yasuo?"

Suddenly, a girl passing by helped Shen Hui pat her back.

Then, looking at Fukai who had recovered, he asked.

"No, it's his brother..."

"I am practicing the sword soul - communicating with my sword."

Fukai said while playing with the long sword in his hand.

Then, as expected, an angry roar of "Don't use me to pick up girls!" rang in his ears.

However, Shen Hui picked his ears and turned a deaf ear.

In fact, the material of this sword has not changed at all, which Fukae did not expect.

It successfully passed the security check at the door, which means it is likely still the same wooden structure as before.

But it is also possible that there is some unknown power on it that helps it avoid detection by detection instruments.

only……

Judging from the ability displayed by this sword now, Shenhui thinks it is unlikely.

After successfully taking a photo with the girl and adding each other's contact information, Shenhui felt a little better.

Apart from a few more angry roars in my ears, it's probably not a bad thing.

perhaps?

At this moment, a cosplayer wearing a gray robe walked towards him in the crowd.

It is difficult for Shen Hui to describe his current feelings.

It's as if everything was just a game, and now it's entering some kind of critical, historical CG.

The bustling crowds around and their gorgeous or enchanting decorations seemed to turn into black and white at this moment.

Only the color of the man in gray robe was particularly bright.

He walked up to Shenhui, and there was an old face under his hood.

It doesn't look like some kind of decoration, because the other person's eyes contain certain features that cannot be simulated by paint and color.

That is the weight given by a long time...

"You almost fooled me."

This was the first thing the other person said.

His voice is not old, nor does it have the youthful vigor or stronger color.

It's like a neat review without any personal emotion.

"No need to worry, it's not a bad thing."

This is what the other party said.

Shen Hui looked at the other party's eyes as blue and transparent as the sky, and was speechless for a moment.

"Searching in the vast space and time, exploring in endless repetitions, some new and interesting things or souls are always very comfortable."

"So I want to give you something."

The other party continued.

"A hammer?"

What made Shenhui's eyes widen was:

After the other party said this, a giant hammer emitting lava and fire suddenly appeared on his right side.

That should be an illusion.

But even if it was just an illusion, Shen Hui could feel the power contained in it.

"Or another sword..."

Following the other person's gaze, Shen Hui felt the sword in his hand tremble.

"Mortal power alone cannot control the devil."

"You still need...wind..."

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Shen Hui felt a gust of wind coming towards her.

Although she hasn't seen it yet, Shenhui knows what it is.

Wind Sword - the mortal sword that Yongen used during his lifetime...

Shen Hui feels that the style of painting in the world has changed too quickly.

It's more frequent than the makeup on a little girl's face...

But as a "mortal object" in the words of the Devil's Sword, what can he do?

If it was a game, he could still calmly think about whether all this was a scam.

Or, does the opponent's choice contain more opening methods or traps.

But now, under the other party's indescribable aura, Shen Hui feels that she has returned to her student days...

"I choose the hammer..."

After hesitating for a while, Shen Hui said.

"Then, as you wish..."

The man said so.

Then, Shenhui saw endless flames covering the sky.

His way is revealed in the molten fire...


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