The Swordsman of the Gods

140. Planning

“Murders?”

Yongchun rose again unharmed. Yongchun struggled strangely and immediately Sigar and Romusha moved backwards. While Arashiyama who was in half consciousness was trying to think of a way out.

“Original name, Daddy Ashura? How beautiful yet I must do something as soon as possible so that the human soul no longer blends with the soul of the black god.”

Arashiyama reached out, after a while his hand fell to the ground limply. He then stood up with his body stretched stiff, his muscles injured so much with some bones of his hands and feet.

All of these injuries left Arashiyama severely injured, but still he tried to maintain his consciousness while walking towards Yongchun.

Because Arashiyama as God Ear heard the deepest contents of Yongchun's heart. Say, "Help me."

It was not usual for Yongchun to ask for help like this, because he was always alone. Whatever the case, he always tried to solve it alone.

“Wait!” Romusha confronted Arashiyama who was walking towards Yonghchun. While Yongchun continued his attack on Sigar from a distance.

“You must not approach him. Because if not—!”

Taps!

Arashiyama closed the ears of the big man in front of him. Close it tightly, and then something flows from his fingers.

Slowly black scratches filled both ears of Romusha. Scratches finally filled Romusha's neck in a few seconds.

“What are you doing?” Romusha wonders.

"Kill me, and help me. The weak point is not on me but God Mouth." Those are the words that go straight into Romusha's head.

“I can't fight for now. So replace my role, God Hand, Romusha,” pinta Arashiyama.

Romusha was surprised whether it was Yongchun's words that flowed into his head or because Arashiyama knew Romusha's real name.

“Successful.”

Taps! Taps!

Romusha then rushed after the footsteps of God Mouth, Bon. He looked around the forest, the last time they saw Bon running in that direction.

“What did he do? Why go and not help me!” amuk Sigar dodged backwards from Yongchun's attacks with his black fire sword.

Attack after attack the fire-throwing tub landed right onto Sigar's body. Yongchun was really not in his full state of consciousness. Then, it was the Black God who moved the body without even speaking even his facial expression looked very flat. It's really unusual.

“Basic!”

Sigar leapt back as quickly as possible, and once Yongchun came back closer in an instant, Sigar leapt to the side while pointing the sword body forward with the sword eye ready to strike

“She's already beyond reason.”

Yongchun glanced at Sigar, while his forehead creased. A horn appears on the right side of the skull head, the strung hair is increasingly elongated and blackened as clean as possible.

Crash!

At the same time, both of them floated sword slashes from the tip to the base of the sword. The horn on one side, the left side appeared. Reflexes, following instinctual movements, Sigar slashed the two horns at close range.

Dak!

Sigar then responded to the attack using the knee arm. Short movements that should not even work actually make Sigar slammed far away.

Sraaaa!

The wind blows westward, the afternoon heat up with the sun rising up to the head. Yongchun's glance was fixed on Arashiyama, he then walked over to the woman on the verge of death.

“The voice is no longer heard. Why?”

Arashiyama could not hear Yongchun's heart, inexplicably becoming like this. Though the voice around was so clear as well as the meaning of Sigar who was about to come to Yongchun again.

Shuts!

Yongchun pointed the sword's eye to a certain angle, a straight angle but his movement stopped as the sword eye adjacent to Arashiyama's neck was now lying limp.

“Uagh!”

In the final second, he took off the sword which then disappeared wildly in a black flame. Yongchun closed his mouth with his hands, he fell to the ground in a knee-bending position as if helpless.

Breathing hunted by time, the trembling body looked as if it was shivering with the cold as a result of being immersed in the cold sea. Every now and then he coughed out countless liters of fresh blood to wet his own clothes.

“God Eye?” Arashiyama was fixated, his gaze locked onto the two vanishing horns then Yongchun's facial skin peeled off as if Yongchun's body was not his real body.

“Ah, back.” Yongchun finally said a word with his heaviest sigh. His skin was back to normal, intact.

***

Elsewhere, it is adjacent to the temple where Shira stopped there. The temple that had not been repaired, just below the last and bottom steps, was where they were.

Romusha stopped Bon's movement in full force until Bon's flesh was torn apart horribly.

“Any, she didn't fight or anything. The horns also appear one. What exactly is the Black God planning?”

Srkk!

The black flames on his right arm shrank out and at the same time the wind rippled past him. Romusha stared intently at Bon who was now unconscious or perhaps dead?

“Hm ...strange man.” As soon as Romusha examined him, the pulse of the half-dead man could still be clearly felt.

The bleeding on the torn flesh came to a halt after Romusha stared at him for some time.

“If only I could kill him. But God Eye said, this man is needed to kill the Black God. Whatever the reason, I have to believe in that Black God-bodied person.”

This whole thing is not over yet. Their leisurely days of just fighting against their fellow god-body owners, now turned to focus on the Black God who was about to be completely obliterated.

To hell with history or curses. The era will end and it does not make them a problem. Because of course, the reason the Owners of the God Body were all the same. Namely; eliminate the Black God to the roots.

“Ya. It will end if the god disappears on earth,” Romusha said.

Romusha rushes back to Kuraki's inn while Yongchun takes Arashiyama with him. They came back almost at the same time.

Touching the door leaf, Yongchun was greeted coldly by a sword from a short-haired man barely covering his eyes. He coughed softly as his entire body trembled withstanding the pain from the previous attack.

“You're back already? Why not as soon as?”

It's Sigar. Sigar looked at him sharply, a glance that was not playful and a sword that tried to keep him straight was the same.

“What are you really doing?” Again Sigar asked him. His gaze was getting sharp.

“Consciousness ...the consciousness of the Black God is divided into two.”