Intruders of the Moon World

But having said that, he didn't want to lie to a kid either...

"Well, alright... just call me 'Shiro', your lovely princess." The young man showed a hearty smile.

It was the name of a certain young man who existed in the world before many reincarnations. To the current mother of Huang Quan Zhizi, this name is like the remnants of the past.However, at this time, let him use it again...

"Shiro..." Perhaps infected by his smile, Shion gradually relaxed and looked over at the tower over Shiro's shoulder.

Shiro followed her gaze to the green tower, smiled and said to Shion: "That's where the big brother lives, the name is..."

He tilted his head, as if he had forgotten for a while, and after thinking about it carefully, he said with a smile—

"Floating World (Human World)."

Chapter 72 The Princesses on the Tower

Why in western fairy tales, villains such as devils or dragons kidnap the princess and imprison her in a tower?

If it’s an individual’s behavior, it can be said to be a hobby, but basically it’s confusing. Is it because all idiots like high places (laughs)?

But after all, the demon king and the dragons wanted to kidnap the princess for Mao?It's inappropriate either in terms of race or size... in every sense.

Of course, if you throw this question to a black-haired young man, he will definitely tell you with a serious face: "Because of this, the princesses can't run away." And that's exactly what he did.

In fact, none of the princesses he imprisoned could escape.

Neither a steel cage nor a personal shackle, the thing that binds the princesses is very simple - physical strength.

These little girls, who are no more than twelve years old, simply do not have enough physical strength to leave the [-]-meter-high tower, not to mention that there are vicious monsters guarding each floor.Although these monsters were ordered by Shiro not to hurt them, it was impossible for the little girls to muster this courage.

Of course, the favorable material conditions here may also be one of the reasons why they are reluctant to escape.

There's nothing more tempting in this day and age where they get plenty of soft and delicious food every day!

One hundred and thirty-six "princesses" from all over the country, some of them are "sons of God" born with supernatural powers, some are descendants of exorcism families, some are non-humans who have inherited the blood of "extra-human", and some are inherited for more than a thousand years. The true "princess" of a noble family.

Due to the same age limit as the preservation period, it took several years for Shiro to collect so many girls with excellent qualifications even if he used the power of Huangquan Baigui.

And what he really needs is only [-] of these girls who meet the requirements, and the rest are foils.

He had selected sixteen eligible children before, but there was no news about the seventeenth. Originally, he was worried that he would be able to find them before the deadline, but he did not expect to meet them today.

Anecdotes like "The Maiden of the Dog God" are everywhere in this chaotic era. He didn't have much hope at first, so he also sent Huang Quan's last banquet.But he didn't expect it to be true, and his qualifications were good enough to be the seventeenth person, which was a surprise to him.

Arranging Yumeji and other monsters to rest and receive the reward, the young man who claimed to be Shiro took Shion's hand and climbed up the yellow tower of Gaotianyuan. Obviously, he was going up step by step, but Shion did not feel tired at all, probably because from Shiro. It's probably because of the heat coming in from the palm of your hand.

Shion couldn't remember how many steps, doors, or guards she saw, but after ascending about [-] floors, she was taken to a very spacious wooden room by Shiro.

There were also many little girls of the same age as her, all dressed in white and red dresses, dressed as witches.They were playing games, but when Shiro and Shion appeared, they opened their eyes wide and looked at Shion curiously.

He was obviously a prisoner, but he didn't seem to be afraid.After all, this room is clean and beautiful. In order to take care of their mood, Shiro also specially arranged some decorations that suit the little girl's preferences. There are also dolls and game props, and there is also a reserve of desserts that are rarely seen outside.

For these girls, apart from not seeing their family, this place is basically paradise.

The girls were also used to the sudden addition of new playmates, and soon accepted Shion and took her to play games together.

Shiro smiled at this harmonious scene, and then walked to the depths of the room, where there was a little girl who was out of tune with the surroundings.

She was a girl reminiscent of inorganic gems, and Jingyi's atmosphere was more inherently different than withdrawn.

Everyone was wearing a shrine maiden's clothes, only she was wearing a beautiful kimono with a snow pattern on her body. She didn't talk to other people and played games. She was just playing shogi alone.

"Are you playing shogi again?" Shiro glanced at the chess game and smiled bitterly, "It's still as hard to understand as ever."

The girl in kimono raised her gaze and saw Shiro smiling: "...Brother, you're here. Shogi...are you coming?"

Shiro smiled troubledly and refused the girl's invitation: "Sorry, Yuri, my brother is really not good at this... Now Yuri should be able to beat me easily."

His statement is both modest and honest.

Objectively speaking, Shiro's chess skills are really not weak, and can even be said to be at the level of a national player.But he is not the opponent of the little girl, although her chess skills are still introduced by Shiro.But he didn't know whether to be proud or inferior. His sister just studied for a few months and far surpassed him in this respect...

"My sister is so good! As expected of my sister." Shiro thought proudly - this is also a way of self-comfort.

With his form and style, there is no sure-beating game, even if it's just shogi, for him it is a winning hand that needs to go all out!

Yuri was slightly disappointed, but didn't show it, and then lowered her head and fiddled with the pieces.

Perhaps as her brother Shiro, she will never know what the concept of "game" is. Winning or losing in the game is not important, it is only the result, and only the "process" can be enjoyed by the participants.

Blindly pursuing victory and defeat, the mind will not be able to easily enjoy the fun of the game, but will become nervous and anxious because of it - isn't this contrary to the original intention of playing games to "relax"?

It's a pity that Shiro doesn't understand this, not only in this life, but a long, long time ago, from the beginning to the present... Although it is a bit sad to say, he has never played a "game".

Singing, chess, calligraphy, etiquette, archery... Whether it is combat skills or social skills, in his view, they are all "skills" used to enhance their own strength, and they have to be acquired in order to achieve their own goals. .

"Here comes...a...girl." Yuri seemed to be muttering to herself, "Is the time...coming soon?"

Shiro nodded: "Well, yes... There is still a short period of time before everything will end."

He paused for a moment, then shook his head: "No, it's a new start!"

He knelt down and gently stroked Yuri's hair: "Brother promises you... I will definitely keep these girls safe."

Although the same blood was flowing in his veins, Yuri always felt that this brother was far away from him, and the guarantee he made could not be unconditionally believed by Yuri.

Speaking of trust, she trusts another brother more...

"Brother Shiro... Big brother... Where is Big Brother Shirou?" Yuri looked at Shirou with dull eyes, as if there was a starry sky in his eyes.

Shiro stared at these eyes, and found that he was almost addicted to it by his own will, and he was in a trance: the speed of deification is so fast... It is more exaggerated than I imagined.

Concentrating his mind, Shiro said lightly: "Big brother...I haven't heard from him yet, I must be living well somewhere in this world...It's okay, after the matter is over, our brother and sister three People can be reunited... trust my brother, okay?"

Yuri was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Brother Shirou was imprisoned by Brother Shirou, just like herself—she already knew the truth, but even if Shirou’s lies were exposed, it would be meaningless.

Before Shiro left, he looked around the room, and after confirming the number of priestess for the last time, he felt relieved.

"In addition to the one just sent, there are [-] people who meet the conditions, and the quantity requirement has been met... There are [-] spares, and there is room for coping even if there is an accident."

A gratified smile appeared on Shiro's mouth: "Now, only the last piece is left... Brother, what kind of magic weapon will you create for me?"

PS: Everyone must have noticed that some two people in this world are brothers... It will be explained later, not a bug.

Chapter 73 The Dramatic Life of Shiro Amakusa

Shiro left the tower, and in the respectful salute of many monsters, he walked into a place where there were neither pedestrians nor monsters guarding.

This is a narrow area surrounded by three towers, Huangquan, Gaotianyuan, and Ukiyo.

Because the surrounding sunlight was blocked by the tower, it was dark, and for some reason, it was full of despairing breath, the air was filled with an ominous smell, and even vicious monsters could not be avoided.

Black snow slowly falls from the sky, as long as it touches a creature, it will dye its soul black and sink into the abyss of hell forever!

This is not the material that can be formed in nature, but the lamentation, numbness, hatred, greed of human beings, all the darkness that can be described in words, and all the desires that cannot be described in words, gathered here to form a negative ocean, and even realized the world. .

In the city of Kyoto, no one has similar negative emotions in their hearts. They are the real chosen people and live happily in the Pure Land of Bliss.These dark things have nothing to do with them.

However, in this peaceful city, this out-of-place and desperate area is too abnormal!

It seems that everyone has forgotten this place, just like a wasteland abandoned by the world...

In the wasteland, the only building is the solitary blacksmith's workshop.

Called a "workshop", it's actually just a larger blacksmith shop. Except for the sensational large chimney, other places are just ordinary shops that can be seen everywhere.

Shiro stepped into the Forgotten Wasteland and headed towards the small workshop. The black ominous snow fell on him, and he just brushed it away like ordinary white snow.Since he was named "Yellow Spring", he naturally wouldn't be afraid of Kuroyuki who degenerates his soul - he was already in the bottommost Nairou (Uninterrupted Hell).

Walking to the front of the workshop, Jie Jie, the evil spirit in charge of guarding, said with a smile: "It's really strange, the Onmyoji-sama who manages all kinds of things every day would come to such a place, aren't you afraid of getting your shoes dirty?"

The evil ghost is only less than [-] meters tall, and her body is similar to that of an undeveloped girl... Uh, well, she is actually a girl, at least in terms of appearance.

Of course, that must first ignore the pair of horns on her head that are exclusive to the ghosts...

Facing the malicious taunting of the blond loli evil ghost, Shiro could only smile bitterly: "You're saying this as if I'm a big guy..."

"Isn't it?" Ibaraki Doji narrowed his eyes, "If a man like you says he is a small person, that's not modesty - it's arrogance!"

"Arrogant." Shiro was startled, his expression relaxed, "Really... I have always been arrogant. Hehe, my long-standing wish is about to come true, I'm a little self-righteous. It seems that my practice It's not enough..."

"By the way, are you still satisfied with this place? Your Excellency Ibaraki." Shiro asked with concern.

Ibaraki pouted and said disdainfully: "It's nothing, my generation is originally a shabby ghost, as long as there is good wine and beautiful women to accompany you, there is nothing else to ask for. Although it is dark here, the atmosphere of chaos is just right for me to cultivate an existence.. ...Well, even though I still want some more beautiful accessories, ragged clothes are the true nature of my generation, so forget it."

Although she dresses casually, it is by no means "ragged", just uninhibited and unrestrained.

Such a demon with a strong self-style even in clothes, what magic did Shiro use to make her obediently guard here?

"Abide by the agreement, my generation will guard this door here, but what about the reward you promised?" Ibaraki said coldly, with a bloodthirsty smile and white teeth.It seems that as long as the answer does not suit her mind, Shiro will be cut into eight pieces.

Shiro scratched his head: "I don't have too much with me today..."

He took out a nicely packaged small box and laid it flat on the palm of his hand.Seeing this box, Ibaraki showed the expression of a puppy who saw bones, his eyes were straight, and he couldn't hide his longing.

"It's great to bring candy with you..." Shiro walked into the workshop with a smile on his face, leaving Ibaraki, who was drooling at the candy box, outside.

As for why he carries candy on him anytime and anywhere... Don't investigate such details.

As soon as he entered the workshop, a searing wave of air rushed towards his face, filling Shiro's nostrils with a pungent smell of sulfur.

"When...when...when..."

There was a regular sound of hammering iron, followed by sparks splashing in the air, a high-temperature furnace like a crater, and broken swords and unfinished blade embryos everywhere.

The workshop was supposed to be the place where weapons were born. Steel and flames collided to produce a dazzling brilliance, but it was different here. All that could be seen were swords that died prematurely and collapsed.

No matter whether it is cast or not, whether it is an embryo or a completed weapon, as long as the body is broken, it is just scrap iron. "objects are not.

It's just a simple garbage dump for scrap metal.

And in front of that exaggerated furnace, a lonely and determined figure was beating the metal in his hand relentlessly.

He is the master of this workshop, and of course a blacksmith, or... a swordsmith!

But at this time, when he wielded the hammer, he was not casting a sword. On the contrary, he wanted to break the treasured sword in his hand and turn it into scrap iron.

Finally, after the man swung the thousandth hammer, the rare weapon finally broke and became worthless, at best it was just some more precious metal pieces.

Throwing these "scrap iron" into the furnace, the man turned around and said coldly, "Why are you here? I said I didn't want to see you."