Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

The high-level officials in the magic circle had explained to Reyo Tsushima a long time ago that the sacrificial ceremony was going to be held.

In the dark room where the senior executives of the conjuration world used to receive visitors, assign tasks, and hold meetings, Reyo Tsushima went once a week and did nothing but report on the progress of his course for the week, and then when they asked Just answer obediently when we get to Erina.

"Erina?" Reo Tsushima knelt on the futon in the middle, tilted his head and asked, and closed his eyes after getting a positive response, with long, straight eyelashes sticking to his bottom The eyelids cast a faint shadow.

He was feeling Erina's state.

That is a long and distant, somewhat faint wavelength.

"Erina has been sleeping, she is a little hungry."

Reyo Tsushima can feel Erina's emotions. They coexist in the same body, and even their souls are closely connected. Erina is originally a curse spirit born from Reyo Tsushima's negative emotions. They The relationship between them is even closer than the relationship between Reo Tsushima and Shuji Tsushima.

In the past six months, Erina has never met anyone who meets the requirements of the forced person. Except for the insider of the rope person incident and Tsushima Reo, who are still replenishing her magic power, there is no other source of magic power. Erina also gradually weakened, she slept longer and longer, and her emotional ups and downs became more and more gentle, as if she had returned to the curse-womb period, quietly curled up in Tsushima Reo's body inside.

But after hearing this answer, the high-level people in the magic world felt relieved as if they were relieved.

"If that's the case, there shouldn't be any mistakes in the May [-]th ceremony."

"What about the sacrifice?"

"It has been prepared in advance. He is a criminal who has been sentenced to life imprisonment. He has served more than 20 years. People who can share memories with him, except prison guards, are social garbage who are locked in prisons for forced labor like him. gone."

"Have you checked it?"

"After checking, the criminal has never been in contact with anyone who is suspected of being a conjurer."

After confirming the important matters of the festival one by one, the high-level people in the magic world spoke to Reo Tsushima.

"Master Shenzi, please be patient for a while."

"The festival on May [-] is just around the corner."

Reo Tsushima raised a smile, it was a bright and innocent smile, with the power that people couldn't help but want to smile together.

"Hmm! I'm looking forward to it." His tone rose slightly, and his bright eyes were full of sincere expectation and eagerness.

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On May [-]th, the festival day, the shrine began to receive worshipers after three o'clock in the afternoon.

Reo Tsushima put on a complicated and luxurious formal dress again, layer after layer of heavy and stuffy kimonos pressed on her body, making it difficult to even walk, although Reo Tsushima's physical strength is stronger than normal The person is much better, but limited to the child's young figure, this restrictive dress still caused him a little trouble.

But fortunately, this is the first festival. For the sake of properness, the high-level officials canceled the various ceremonies that need to be completed by Reo Tsushima himself, and let others replace them. He doesn't want to do anything, just sit and watch the ceremony. The ritual process will do.

In order to cover up the stench of blood, the festival held by this shrine, which was built under many intrigues and calculations, is no different from the rituals of ordinary shrines. Worshipers in formal attire enter the venue one by one. Putting your hands clean, the Lord of the Gods will read the prayers. The musicians of the Kagura Hall play musical instruments, and the dancers of the Dance Hall replace Reyo Tsushima, singing the Kagura and dancing the Kagura Dance to invite God.

There is only one thing special about it.

Even on this day of the festival, in this shrine, everyone is still wearing a mask, each hiding their name and identity, chatting and laughing happily under the false mask, and patiently and politely completed the process and rituals of the festival , applauded gracefully.

The quiet atmosphere made the scene not look like a lively festival, but some kind of high-class banquet. Everyone was reserved and reserved, keeping a distance from others, even when the vocal drums were beating to their climax. A way to make the scene restless and excited.

This seemingly weird ceremony lasted until sunset, and all the complicated ceremonies ended smoothly.

After that, the ultimate goal of the conjurers and politicians present at the festival, and the most anticipated highlight, finally arrived.

Amidst the melodious Kagura, Reo Tsushima sat upright on the exquisite and luxurious shrine, was greeted from the main hall, and walked slowly towards the open-air altar with orange bonfires lit on the four corners according to the predetermined route up.

The prisoner was brought to the altar with a black hood over his head and was taken to the altar without knowing it, and his limbs were injected with medicine. At this time, he was lying on the cold altar, struggling with confusion and fear. Just like animals whose limbs were bound in ancient times, they were forced to sacrifice to the gods in order to show human piety.

Tsushima Reo arrived at the destination wobbly in a shrine. He got out from the heavy falling bead curtain, and saw the prisoner lying down and whimpering at a glance.

It was a sacrifice to him.

He is aware of this fact.

Under the altar, everyone's eyes were focused on him, with scrutiny, expectation, doubt, and eager desire.

It felt like being climbed by billions of insects and ants, itchy and disgusting, with an indescribable disgust.

As always, Erina took away the negative emotions that had appeared briefly in him, and soon, Reo Tsushima's mood calmed down again, as clear and gentle as water, calmly facing the ceremony.

Reyo Tsushima stepped down from the shrine. His feet were wearing pure white but thin white foot bags, and he stepped on the stone-paved altar. discomfort.

The cold dew seeped into my heart.

Reo Tsushima walked towards the sacrifice lying on the ground step by step, squatted down, reached out and gently untied the black cloth bag covering his head.

It was the frail face of an old man who was close to the end of his life.

His hair is gray, his face is mottled, his eyeballs are cloudy and yellow, and his skin hangs loosely on his bones, showing the mottled marks of years of hard work.

Tsushima Reyo looked at his face carefully, and asked, "What's your name?"

His voice is soft and gentle, a tone that easily makes people feel close.

As soon as the prisoner opened his eyes, what he saw was a beautiful and white child's face, wearing a classical and sacred dress, staring at him seriously, asking for his name.

For a moment, because of the sudden brightness after the long darkness, he had an unreal dreamy feeling, as if there seemed to be a warm spring flowing upstream in his limbs and bones, pouring into his eye sockets.

He had the urge to burst into tears, feeling that he had escaped the high wall of oppression that had imprisoned him for 20 years, and had arrived in the kingdom of the gods after his death, where he was being gently questioned by the attendants in front of the gods.

But just when he opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of crooked and broken teeth, and was about to announce his name to the Son of God, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the pale mask under the altar like a crow carrying the message of death. , Looking up at him silently, the dense crowd.

The dream-like illusion disappeared in the blink of an eye, his face became terrified and frightened, and his dry lips, which were slightly parted, were tightly closed. He kept shaking his head, refusing to tell Jin Dao Lianyang his name.

But if he doesn't speak, someone will speak instead of him.

"Master Miko, his name is Hazuka Daisei." The priest in charge of the ceremony respectfully informed Reyo Tsushima of the prisoner's name.

"Hazuka Daisei..." Reio Tsushima tilted his head. There was no antecedent and no consequence. With joy and joy, his brows and eyes were curved to reveal a beautiful crescent-like smiling face, and he was inexplicably moving towards the one who hadn't done anything yet. Daisei Hazuka thanked him, "Thank you, thank you."

After this sentence of thanks that seemed to foretell something.

Something inexplicably frightening was slowly surging from that handsome Shenzi, and the thick and heavy gloomy aura was gradually waking up, crawling out from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes like knots. Reo Tsushima was wrapped tightly like a cocoon.

That white face also lost its blood color inch by inch, as if covered with pale bones, it became rigid and stiff like the masks worn by the crowd below, and only chilling hairs flowed among the black facial features. Dirty resentment.

The conjurers who had already learned about the existence of the gods worshiped today did not show any special expressions, but there was still a slight discomfort and inexplicable awkwardness in their hearts.

It was the instinctive disgust and murderous intent of a magician towards the magic spirit that he had been desperately fighting against.

Erina slowly opened her eyes, in the hazy world that just woke up like fog, only the cold negative emotions around her were real and real, embracing her body and being assimilated by her.

Looking at the terrified and crying victim in front of her, she slowly grinned, stretched out her hands, and in such an innocent and innocent tone, she prayed to the prisoner who had nothing at all, "Hazuka Daisei, can you give me your spine?" ?"

However, Hazuka Daisei, unable to comprehend what was happening before him, closed his eyes tightly in extreme fear, curled up his body like an ostrich, and was chanting an exorcism spell in his mouth, pretending not to hear what Erina said. demand.

This is a common concept of the elderly, who believe that as long as they turn a blind eye, listen but do not hear, do not respond or respond, they can deceive ghosts and gods and survive the catastrophe in peace.

Erina tilted her head in confusion, and begged again, "Hazuka Daisei, can you give me your spine?"

And Yuzuka Daisei neither agreed nor refused, just continued to ignore Erina in front of him, tightened his body more and more, beads of sweat slowly appeared on his forehead, his body was trembling like a leaf in the wind .

But the priest who was presiding over the ceremony couldn't stand it any longer. He quickly stepped forward, pulled Hazuka Daisei's gray and thin hair, forced him to face Erina, and yelled, "Accept Erina-sama's request!"

On the other hand, Yuzuka Daisei held on to his weak hands, made a weird prayer-like movement of clasping his hands together, his eyes were still closed, and he insisted on doing what he did as if he was deaf and blind.

The sacrificial process was forced to be interrupted.

Originally intending to show in front of the government what Erina could achieve in the magic world, the face that no one could see under the high-level mask of the high-ranking mask was so angry that he stepped onto the altar, raised his hand and waved away the somewhat bewildered divine master, and hurried towards Hazuka Daisei walked over and stopped in front of him, looking down at the embarrassed and humble sacrifice.

It was a cold gaze that didn't treat him as a human being.

The upper echelon of the conjuration world took out a small knife from the dark pocket of the wide sleeve, stretched out his hand to grab Daisei Yuzuka's right wrist, and raised his arm high, not even bothering to wait for Daisei Yuzuka to realize something was wrong, opened his eyes, and opened his hand. When the knife was raised and lowered, with a flash of silver light, he cut off his little finger.

Because the speed was too fast, Hazuka Daisei, who felt the pain belatedly, opened his eyes and looked at the broken little finger on his crippled palm, which was bleeding profusely. There was a miserable cry of pain.

He screamed and rolled on the altar as if suffering from epilepsy, trembling his weak limbs that had been injected with drugs, struggling in vain, big and big cloudy tears mixed with snot and saliva in his terrified eyes Flowing down together, ugly and embarrassing.

Under such a violent struggle, his right hand was still firmly clamped in the hands of the upper echelons of the magic world.

The high-level man wearing a luxurious suit and a mask raised his hand again. He looked coldly at the lamb who could not resist, and asked him a multiple-choice question, "I want you to cut off your fingers one by one, Or respond to Master Erina's question?"

Only then did the divine master who stood at the side wake up, and quickly reminded in a low voice, "Quickly answer Erina-sama's question. Yes or no, any kind of answer is fine. First of all, let the ritual process continue."

The lamb whose will was weakened by the pain only heard that he still had the right to refuse, he was confused by this sounding better choice. Under the threat of the silver knife shining with cold light, the lamb around him stared heavily at him. Under the unbearable pain at the broken little finger, he fled into the trap in a panic and eagerly.

"I refuse...I refuse!"

The old man who was crying miserably did not dare to open his eyes, and shouted the words of rejection with a trembling voice, and then waited for his own end in fear.

The sound of the wind, the friction of clothes folds, the crackling sound of burning firewood, and the warm heat released by the raging campfire, everything is as usual, calm and ordinary, nothing special.

"it is good."

Even the frightening monster who was rejected easily accepted his answer, and only responded indifferently, without getting angry or punishing.

Hazuka Daisei, who still had tears on his face, held up the broken right hand that had been loosened, carefully opened his eyes, and looked at Erina who was still smiling in front of him, except for the still hurting and hot hand. The wound slowly calmed down.

Aftermath.

The heart was beating in a chaotic rhythm, and there was still a faint tingling pain in his chest, but Yuzuka Daisei slowly thought, "Just hold the ceremony according to their requirements, maybe he will be safe and sound." to go back 'thought.

"Hazuka Daisei."

The monster spoke again, "Can you give me your brainstem?"

But unexpectedly, perhaps because he already knew that the consequences of refusal were not as serious as he imagined, or perhaps because he had already lost a little finger, after hearing such a bloody and unacceptable request, Hazuka Daisei's heart Nothing fluctuates.

He tightly clutched his right hand that was still bleeding, the wound was still throbbing with pain, timidly and tentatively said again, "...I refuse."

Still very calm.

"it is good."

The monster responded softly with a tone that sounded a little cute, with a prolonged ending.

"Hazuka Daisei, can you give me your liver?"

"I reject."

Hazuka Daisei's heart settled down, and he gradually felt that this might just be a necessary procedure for the festival. Although the atmosphere of the festival was weird, and even the children in front of him didn't look like human beings, since it was a procedure, Dacheng Part of it should be just a formality.

Thinking of this, he began to resent the prison guard and the warden who brought him here again.

It must be that the group of people wanted to curry favor with the high-ranking officials who participated in this kind of evil god festival. They didn't treat the prisoners in prison as human beings. Because he was sentenced to life imprisonment and his relatives were thin, they casually regarded him as a prisoner. What cheap bribes were given out, and he was not even allowed to spend his old age in peace.

To be honest, at his current age, Hazuka Daisei has given up getting out of the prison he is used to, and has been out of touch with the outside world for more than 20 years. The current society is no longer the society he remembers. Even if he goes out, he will not be able to support himself. I might as well just stay quietly in the prison and die of old age, at least someone will help collect the body.

But even though he was transformed into this peaceful and honest appearance in the prison, why did the group of high-ranking adults still refuse to let him go?He is clearly atoning for the crimes he committed before, and he has also accepted the punishment determined by the law. Why should he experience such horror in his final old age?

"Hazuka Daisei."

The child spoke again.

"Can you give me your heart?"

Speaking of which, this is already the fourth time. How many times will this kind of creepy question and answer go back and forth?

Hazuka Daisei has completely relaxed, he opened his mouth and replied habitually, "I refuse."

whee.

For some reason, after these words were spoken, weird laughter seemed to erupt from around the quiet altar. Under the blazing light of the bonfire, the masks on their faces that had not changed seemed to be He grinned.

whee.

And the monster in the costume of the Son of God standing in front of him was in high spirits, and let out such a vague, sharp, eerie laughter that seemed to come from another world like electronic tremors.

It was like a black storm from hell, scratching his ears like a sharp blade, freezing like an ice field, mixed with a stinky rain of blood, rushing towards him.