I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

dang dang-

The warning bell rang, and the whimpering civilians who were still whispering suddenly panicked.

"It's Cabanne! Here comes Cabanne!"

People pushed and shoved, no longer caring whether the mourning ceremony was completed or not, and rushed to the Iron City in panic.

The swaying bonfire, like a beacon of night, guided the Cabanes towards the Iron City.

Fortunately, Wuming discovered it in time, and the Iron Fortress was quickly ready to set off.The warriors lined up to guard the corridors on both sides of the Iron Fortress, and mounted steam rifles on the railings to repel the incoming Kabane vanguard.

woohoo-

The iron city's whistle sounded, roaring away from this land of right and wrong, leaving Kabane's black and red tide behind.

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"Hey... Where's the eldest brother?" Several elders with purple scarves returned to the carriage, only to find that the eldest brother was gone.

"I'm afraid it didn't fall on the belly of a little girl." A short and sly old man sneered, and he wished that guy died in the corpse tide in Kabane.

So cowardly to Sifang Chuanpu and that little girl of unknown origin, one day will I be able to get the master key of the Iron City.

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"The monster... the monster."

The old man in the purple hood shuddered, and his trousers started to get wet.

"Wait for me...wait for me!!!" He desperately looked at the Iron City and whimpered, spraying white steam away.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten him.

And his legs were fixed in place by the black and red shadow, unable to move half a step.

He tried to remember where that hatred, the shadow of resentment came from.

Then suddenly recalled.

——The pupil that was bright red like blood, blooming like a crimson rose.

It's the little girl beside Sifang Chuanchangpu.

Night Owl!

She is the night owl!

She is that monster!

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The continuous tide of Kabane corpses completely surrounded him, sharp blood teeth and black and red eyes magnified infinitely in front of him.

Woah ah ah ah ah! ! !

His eyes were flooded with blood.

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The Iron Fortress sailed to the distant mountains.

In the cab, Ikoma, the samurai and the Suzuki manager discussed equipment upgrades.

Using the penetrating cylinder as a template, a jet bomb with strong attack and penetration ability that can be used by a steam rifle is produced.And a new type of sword that is attached to the samurai sword by taking out the steel skin of the heart from the corpse of Kabane.

It's just that the former is okay to say, the latter has not yet been mass-produced, and can only be given priority to the support samurai of the Sifangchuan family.

The chubby Tachibana was drawing blood with a painful face, and poured it into the gourd. That was the guy whose partner Ikoma continued his life.

And Wuming was snuggling in Kuangsan's arms, puffing out his mouth, letting Kuangsan break the golden bread bit by bit and feed him.

"Crazy Third Sister! I can eat it myself."

"Alala, be good." Kuang San rested his chin against Wuming's little head and shook his body gently.

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The going rails are divided into two parts, one way goes through [Haruhiko Station], and the other way is a shortcut across the mountains.

The old folks suggested a shortcut through the mountains, and the samurai who were handed out new weapons were eager to try it out.

However, it is extremely dangerous to pass the mountain in the dark, and the cabanes are very likely to jump onto the car from the sides of the mountain or from the top of the tunnel.

Sifang Chuanchangpu is a little uncertain.

Holding the master key, she hesitated in front of Kurumi.

"Tokisaki-san..."

Iris looked at Kurumi. "What should I do."

"Why are you asking me?" Kurumi smiled softly and made a bow-drawing motion.

"The calamus could have made its own decisions long ago, didn't it? Why is it hesitating now?"

Kurumi's voice was almost bewitching.

No, that's a variant of implied magic, magic that stole from the Holy Grail War.