Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 199 Dream Creation Beast Group
The Chaolai shrine maiden, known as the old dead woman in the underworld.

She has been in the industry for more than fifty years and has killed hundreds of targets, but no one knows how strong this woman is.

However, any killer who is slightly familiar with it knows the opponent's technique.

【Spiritual Descendant】

Prepare a body with good compatibility, swallow some of the "remains" of the dead person, and use the spells required for the necromancy to complete the ritual, and then you can summon the target.

The debut battle of the Itako Miko was famous for summoning her dead sorcerer master to kill the enemy.

Because she is good at disguise, she relied on her beauty when she was young and also relied on disguise when she was older to get close to young and powerful sorcerers, kill them, and then use the remains as her own weapons.

Sorcerers are also human beings, so it is normal for them to be attracted by beautiful women.

However, the most powerful magician that the Utako Miko had ever toyed with was only a first-level magician.

This is strong, but not enough.

At least, for the current Utako Miko——

Far from enough.

Although the front battlefield was damaged during the attack on the high school that day, a large number of important items were lost from the warehouse that was captured by Fushiguro Shinobu alone, including the Sukuna Finger and the Musashi Sword.

Naturally, the Miko Utahara got the most cursed items.

Most of the so-called cursed objects are caused by "dead sorcerers". Because the power of the spell and the curse will become much stronger with "death", they are often difficult to destroy and surpass the power of living sorcerers.

For example, Sukuna's fingers, that thing no one can destroy.

But what she took away was not only that, but also the remains of other sorcerers.

Theoretically, a considerable number of great men who have left their names are sorcerers, or holders of heaven and curse, the only difference is the degree.

And Miyamoto Musashi seems to be a sorcerer who has reached a certain level of heaven and curse.

Although Utako Miko felt that the opponent might not be a complete monster like Fushiguro Shiro, he was definitely stronger than any first-level magician she had used before! More powerful!

And at this moment, this point is further proved!
Damn Fushiguro Shiji! If you don't want to accept my spirit summoning technique, you will only regret it! !

Looking at the powerful warrior in front of her, the Utako Miko, who was sitting in one of the many cars that surrounded Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group, had already laughed so hard that the wrinkles on her face broke! Like a dry canyon, the wrinkled skin was stacked and stuck together, like a terrible nightmare evil creature.

But how could she not laugh?

How can I not be crazy?
She is so strong now! So strong!

Damn it, I still have dozens of dead bodies like Miyamoto Musashi! How can I lose?
Damn it! Kill Tenno Riko first, then kill Gojo Satoru too! Kill all those little ghosts that give me nightmares and keep me awake!!! What Fushiguro, I worry too much! I worry too much! I am the strongest in the world!

After I kill you all, I will soak in a pool of three thousand strong men every day and have fun every night!

Yeah! Let’s start with that charming little guy named Fujimaru Ritsuka!
Carrying my long-cherished wish, these beast-like corpses will rush forward without hesitation.

A beast that knows not what death is!

Monsters fighting for my silver dream!

Yes! If I were to name it——

This is my Dream Beast Group!!
You guys are dead!!——
Are you serious?

While in mid-air, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked straight at the man in front of him.

Half of the car had been chopped off. The cursed spirit released by Geto Suguru was definitely harder than steel, but even so, it was cut in half without even leaving any scratches.

And that’s not all.

Buzz! ! ——

The radius was fifty meters. It was like being cut by a pair of scissors. The roadside signs and the hollow iron frame used to support the searchlight were all cut off! It fell to the ground.

Countless unaware vehicles began to brake, and Fujimaru Ritsuka was able to catch the panic in the eyes of the people with his peripheral vision.

Rear-end collision.

The true leak of the spell.

Mysterious side collapse.

The harm of curses caused by people's negative emotions.

All of these appeared in the Master's brain at the same time at that moment.

Then, abandoned.

He only cared about one person, and was forced to focus all his attention on the person in front of him.

A question.

How dare she?

[Even if this is not the Miyamoto Musashi I know]

[How dare this damned old woman - how dare she blaspheme the dead spirits? ]

"!?!"

At this moment, Tennariko looked up and naturally saw Fujimaru's empty eyes, and was almost frightened.

The next moment, time began to flow.

It was as if a period of time was forcibly subtracted. From Tennuriko Kuroi's perspective, before she could even realize what was happening, a shabby samurai with a mustache appeared in front of her.

The warrior held two swords, and the white light slashed down! !
You can't avoid it. It's impossible to avoid it.

Tenriko felt that before she could even finish a complete sentence, the blade was already close to her face.

The fear of death made her face turn pale in an instant.

Tennuriko was born as a star plasma that grew up to serve as Tengen's physical body, so she thought she should have been prepared to die.

It should be like this.

But when the blade touched my face, my heart was beating like crazy, my brain was secreting various neurotransmitters to try to move myself to avoid the blow, my muscles were shaking uncontrollably, and I even felt like I was going to piss myself! !
But she still couldn't escape, because her physical body was completely different from that of the monster that looked like Miyamoto Musashi.

just
There are people here who can do it.

call!!--

The whistling sound of the wind and the pounding of the exploding atmosphere made her head hurt. Suddenly, Tennenoriko turned in a circle in the air, and then spun backwards like a Hot Wheels!
It was Fujimaru Ritsuka. He grabbed the corner of the girl's clothes and applied a little force. His mysterious martial arts was enough to control her completely and avoid Musashi's sword at a faster speed.

then.

boom! ! ! ! !
The fist wind came from the side, as ferocious as a giant tiger pouncing on its prey, and it actually accurately held down Musashi's sword in mid-air and swung it downwards.

bass! !

The blade missed its target and went straight into the ground, splitting the concrete floor into a longitudinal groove of more than ten meters the moment it touched the ground!

When they passed each other, their hair was blown away by the strong wind.

(What a powerful force.)
Fujimaru Ritsuka thought. The amazing destructive power, the ability to jump from a high-speed car and adjust the posture in an instant to exert force, although the martial arts skills are not as good as the Heroic Spirit himself, but it is definitely not a human warrior.

With about 80% of Fushiguro Shinobu's physical abilities? Is Miyamoto Musashi the "incomplete heaven and curse" in this world?

The power is probably around lv5.

that--

"Just treat it as an appetizer."

The smile that he was trying to suppress could no longer be suppressed, and Fujimaru suddenly lowered his waist and tightened his core to launch a counterattack.

boom.

His arm was still covering the hilt of the sword, and Musashi's dry eyeballs closely followed Fujimaru's movements.

"Hmm? It's so easy to induce sight and it worked?"

Raise an eyebrow.

".It seems that, let alone martial arts, only the fighting instinct is retained?"

The muttered words became the last language that Musashi could hear.

boom!
The punch was just a feint; the side kick was the real one.

The one he used was not the cursed tool he had used during his lifetime, but the resurrected fake Musashi was just using an ordinary Japanese sword.

The side of the sword was very fragile, and it broke into two parts under Fujimaru's deliberate attack. Fujimaru had already rushed forward half a step at the moment when Miyamoto Musashi "froze".

The air made a hissing sound, as if it couldn't withstand such a high speed.

Amid Fujimaru Ritsuka's ferocious smile, his hand had already grabbed his chin at a speed three times faster than Musashi's.

Then--

Hiss!

Blood splattered in the air. In less than a quarter of a second, Musashi's jaw to nostrils was completely pulled out, with tissue granulation and dirty blood flying out.

In the distance, the expression of the Utako Miko changed from ecstasy to coldness.

Of course, Musashi, who had no longer thought about it, would still swing his sword. Even though one sword was broken, Musashi still had another one, which was shorter and better at close range.

But at this time, Fujimaru's expression had also changed.

From ecstasy to calm.

"weak."

boom!
There was no time to draw the knife.

puff.

When he gripped the hilt of the knife, even his wrist was easily cut off and flew into the air.

His pupils widened, almost popping out of their sockets.

Miyamoto Deadpool instinctively felt confused.

There was no extra time for him to be confused.

Ritsuka brushed past him and threw a punch.

A flying blood mist exploded, and the part above Musashi's neck also disappeared.

"If it's just swinging, the muscle memory is still there, but once it comes to fighting, you become a weakling." The boy lowered his head as he spoke, his face already covered by a shadow.

Having said that, judging from his tone, he seemed unhappy.

It's like watching an action movie and then suddenly a commercial breaks in, and after you finish watching it you find that there's still content left to consume.
It makes people extremely angry.

"Even though he's not someone I know, insulting my friend still makes me feel uncomfortable."

Glancing over coldly, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already noticed it.

After crossing half a kilometer, they saw the Utako Miko who seemed completely inconspicuous in the convoy.

"Huh!!!!!"

It was just a glance, but that sunny smile that did not seem murderous surpassed all the horrific memories of Utako Miko in her life, even surpassing the fear that young Gojo Satoru gave her.

With a sharp cry, the old woman felt the cushion was warmer than ever before!

She's shit.

"Quack! Run!"

Shaking the driver who was under her control, the witch was already pale with fright.

As for Fujimaru,

"The car blew up, what should we do?" Hei Jing shouted. "Forget about the sniper rifle, forget about the grenade, but the other side has sent people to cut down the car, we can't fool them anymore."

"No, it's more like this proves that there aren't many civilians here, and most of them are disguised civilians."

Lixiang glanced at his phone and saw pop-up error messages from the traffic system that kept appearing.

"Unlike sorcerers and curse casters, they are more adept at using modern tools. Did they block the normal routes by creating accidents, or hack into the city's traffic system to restrict traffic? Anyway, there are fewer civilians in this place than we thought. They are basically killers in disguise. It won't be too troublesome to deal with them afterwards."

“Then there is no need for any more restrictions.”

Fujimaru smiled cheerfully and casually grabbed the wreckage of the vehicle that had been broken into four pieces.

He grabbed it with one hand, paused in mid-air, and then suddenly threw it out!

boom!boom!boom! !

The wreckage of the vehicle shot out at a speed almost breaking sound, hitting the killer's vehicle that was trying to escape a kilometer ahead.

The wreckage hit the fuel tank on the side, and the materials that collided with each other instantly deformed, and then -

explosion.

boom! ! !
Flames flew everywhere, like a small volcanic eruption. The 'innocent' killers and their vehicles were blown to pieces. A long line of fire blocked the enemies who were trying to escape.

The sophomores of the technical high school looked at each other.

“Get to work.”

Will I win?! Second year of technical high school!

Will they win against the Someng Beast Group?!
Please see the next episode.

Machima's Rituals

(End of this chapter)