Intruders of the Moon World

Chapter 82 Dark Moon·When the Devil Meets

On this day, four uninvited guests visited Shirou's workshop with Huang Quan's orders.

"Your Excellency Shirou, Lord Huang Quan sent us to assist you."

Tall body, fluffy white robe, holding a monk's staff, only a pair of glowing eyes exposed, looking like a ghost covered in sheets.

They are Shiro's carefully selected henchmen, both helpers and monitors.

Shirou glanced at the four of them: "At the last moment, I thought that guy would come by himself."

"Master Huang Quan has more important things to do, and he said: Master Shirou is trustworthy."

Shirou gritted his teeth secretly, yes, that guy has already seen through everything.You can ignore Shirou's feelings as long as you have a reason in your hand. As the saying goes, a carrot and a stick can make the donkey move forward, but for Shirou, as long as there is a hostage, it is enough.

"Okay, then—let's go!"

Shirou took off his dirty and old leather apron and put on the clothes the four brought.

Black small span, white feather weave with flowers and grasses on the surface, and one-piece armguards (cage hands) that spread from the arms to the shoulders.

The dress was too gorgeous for a swordsmith, and it didn't have the effect of preventing heat and scalding, but neither Shirou nor the group of four raised any doubts about this dress.

If you want to ask why, because this was not prepared for the forging process.

The series of actions to be carried out next are closer to "ceremonies" than forging!

Since it is a ceremony, it is also necessary to prepare gorgeous and well-fitting clothes.

"Hey-ha!"

"rise--"

The blast furnace that contained several tons of iron and steel solution was lifted up effortlessly by the four of them. They seemed to be unafraid of the flames.

"Wow~Wow~"

The blast furnace was tilted slightly, and the white liquid was poured into the machine like a waterwheel, and countless chains and gears began to turn...

Shirou watched from the other end of the machine. In front of him was an inverted pyramid-like funnel. Under the nozzle were various iron tools and stone platforms with peculiar patterns.

Strange to say, a large amount of iron and steel solution was poured into the machine and disappeared instantly, swallowing everything like a black hole.Gudong~gudong~gudong~ When I poured about one-tenth of the amount, there was a change in the funnel.

"Tick!"

A drop of colorless and transparent viscous liquid fell on the stone platform. It was neither water nor liquefied steel. As soon as it came into contact with the air, it began to solidify and soon formed a round ball.

However, just before it completely solidified, Shirou took a deep breath and raised the hammer in his hand!

when!

A pale light burst out between the hammer and the ball, and the hammer head automatically began to heat up, becoming as hot as volcanic lava.

Shirou slammed the hammer again and again, regularly and powerfully, with no sparks, only an ominous light and a harsh sound.

Unconsciously, a small silver-gray speck appeared on his right arm, like a sculpture eroded by wind and rain...

After an unknown amount of time, the ball was finally perfectly embedded in the pattern of the stone platform by Shirou.Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, new droplets appeared on the mouth of the pyramid funnel.

This time it's the color of snowflakes, and when the hammer hits it, there will be a soft woman's voice whispering in my ear...

Shirou was unmoved, mechanically and tensely forging, again and again.

Sometimes it is the phantom of golden treasures, sometimes it is the Shura field with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, sometimes it is the distant hometown in memory, and sometimes it is the three brothers and sisters enjoying the misery in the shabby house...

And Shirou faced them, overcame them, crossed them, turned his will into power, and supported the hammer to swing down again and again.

when~when~when~

It never seems to stop...

In front of the workshop, Ibaraki Doji, who was staring at the sky bored, seemed to sense something, and stretched out his palm to catch a piece of black snow.

"Snow... faded?"

She laughed happily and said, "Hahaha, did something funny happen?"

On the Rasho Gate guarding the workshop on the left and the right, the two ghosts looked at each other, not knowing why.

......

Shiro, who was relying on meditation to maintain his self-consciousness, suddenly opened his eyes: "It's almost there."

"Dou'er... Are you alright?"

Jiu'er half-kneeled and saluted: "Thank you for your concern, thanks to your superb medical skills, Jiu'er is now fine, but she just lost a hand. There are some methods that can be used instead."

"Really, that's fine." Shiro frowned slightly, he didn't want to use this girl all the time, but she was indeed the person he trusted the most.

"The time is up, open the gate to the underground!"

Jiu'er was startled, but still obeyed the instructions and immediately went to the relevant preparations.

Hundreds of humanoid monsters wearing the armors of generals with faces poured into the tower of Gaotianyuan. Under the command of Jiu'er, the priestesses who had already bathed in advance formed a queue to go downstairs one by one.Everyone is surrounded by a Yokai Samurai, even if they want to run or be lazy, they can't do it.

The long procession they formed did not leave the tower, but gathered at the bottom.Dou'er walked to a mythical relief engraved with the engraving of Su Zhan Mingzun beheading Bachi, and lightly pressed it on Bachi's snake eye.

"Om~~~"

With the sound of rumbling, a huge opening ten meters square appeared in the center of the hall, and there were stairs extending all the way to the ground.

Jiu'er led the way in front, and each monster warrior held a torch and escorted the witches down...

I don't know how long they have gone, giving the illusion that they will go directly to hell, the priestesses gradually became uneasy, and there was a commotion in the crowd.

Just when everyone was in a state of anxiety, a light and an exit finally appeared in front of them. They rushed out excitedly to take a look, but found that it was an extremely huge underground world!

The rock wall covered like a firmament has a vast area the size of dozens of football fields. Countless oil lamps illuminate this huge space. There are no creatures or buildings, giving people a feeling of dead silence.

No, it wasn't completely empty. There was a small mound at the center, surrounded by a circle of stones, which looked shabby and shabby.

"Ah, everyone is here." Shiro arrived at some unknown time, and he walked out with a smile, "Big brother has something to ask of you today."

The witches became uneasy one after another, with a look of fear on their faces.

Shiro scratched his head in distress: "Having said that, I don't want everyone to come together. It is enough to only need a very small part to help the big brother. The others... well, just wait first. All right."

"Well, big brother promises you, I will never do something that makes you feel pain and horror."

"Sarah, let's get started...you first."

Shiro reached out to a girl: "Come on, Yuri, the appointed time has come."

A small mound surrounded by stones, I don't know when cracks were formed, and a strange red light radiated from it...

......

"This is?!"

Ye Qing looked at the sky in surprise: "The moon...is it the moon?"

It is dusk now, and even if the moon appears, it is not uncommon, but what surprised everyone is that it is different from the past.

"The black...moon?"

That's right, that is the dark moon like the mouth of the abyss!

Chapter 83 My Backbone, Twisted and Frenzied

When the last hammer sounded, thirteen drops of the mysterious liquid were all smashed into the stone platform, and countless patterns lit up and dimmed endlessly.

"finished......"

Shirou reluctantly uttered a word, fell down weakly, and quickly supported his hands on the stone platform.

"Boom!"

A strange sound came from the contact between the arm and the stone platform.

"Huh?" Shirou glanced weakly at his right hand, only to see that it was covered with a thick layer of metal powder at some point, and it looked as if the entire arm was rusted.

"Erosion? No...is this assimilation?"

At this time, I found that my right arm was no longer conscious, and there was a numbness in my shoulder, and it even penetrated into my chest.If he delays for a little longer, maybe even his heart will be assimilated.

I'm so tired, I want to close my eyes and sleep.

"No... I can't wake up when I close my eyes... Not yet, Liban... I have to give the knife to Liban and let him save Yuri. …”

"Is it done, thank you for your hard work, Shirou-sama."

The men in white bowed down to show their respect, and two of them grabbed both sides of the stone platform and were about to carry it away.

"Wait a minute!" Shirou suppressed Shitai, "Not yet... The final finishing work has not been completed!"

In his heart, he said anxiously: "What's going on? Why haven't you come yet? This is different from the agreement!"

"..." The men in white looked at each other and suddenly laughed together.

In Shirou's astonished eyes, a man in white said in a sympathetic tone, "Are you waiting for Lord Liban?"

Shirou's eyes widened: "You—"

"Unfortunately, Lord Liban can't come anymore."

The man in white sarcastically said, "He is already dead and was executed by Master Jiu."

"Sir Shirou, you must have hope for him and want him to help you, but unfortunately... a dead person can't do anything. No matter what promise you made with him, it will not be done now. exists."

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Shirou's neck and lifted it up: "Please excuse me, Lord Huang Quan is still waiting."

Shirou's face was flushed red, and his legs were struggling weakly in the air, but his and the monster's strength was very different, and he could only watch the two men in white lift the stone platform away.

"Damn! That knife...that knife...Yuri!"

Shirou grabbed a hard object while struggling, and without even thinking about it, he smashed it directly on the head of the man in white!

The wrought iron hammer smashed on the head of the man in white, making a loud sound comparable to that of hammering iron.

"Ah—" The man in white threw Shirou to the ground, covering his eyes in pain.

Although they are not afraid of flames and high temperature, it is only the special ability of skin and clothes. Just now, the hammer hit the eye socket, and the high temperature that did not dissipate directly burned the eyes!