My hero is myself

It turns out that he also wants to throw out the hidden weapon at the most extreme moment of the confrontation to determine the outcome.

But Roland's Nine Heavens Divine Thunder has a farther attack range than him, and its release speed is also one step faster.

As a result, Daomen Leifa showed his fangs forcefully first, breaking through the strengthening of Yin Yang Jutsu, and ended the confrontation.

Tsukahara Buden never had the anger or regret that his opponent was cheating.

In his opinion, the sword is just a means of attacking the enemy, and he can do anything to win.

This young man may seem tyrannical and savage, but he also has a delicate heart!

Kendo is interesting enough to have such a successor!

In the last dance, I saw the wonderful fusion of swordsmanship and Taoism, and saw the realm above the master...

Wonderful!

Tsukahara Buden closed his eyes and passed away with a smile.

On this day, the two strongest swordsmen of Japan's Warring States Period died.

Both the Xinyin flow and the Shinto flow were defeated by the Ming Dynasty land gods!

The death of Tsukahara Buden became a turning point in this battle.

The soldiers were still brave and fearless, but the samurai and onmyoji all felt powerless.

Ashikaga Yoshiki sighed softly: "Great Priest, I agree to your request. This child has become a demon, and only the power of God can stop him."

"Father..."

Next to him stood a cute loli, eleven or twelve years old, wearing a red kimono, who quickly shrank into her mother's arms.

The woman in gorgeous robes just looked at Ashikaga Yoshiki and couldn't help crying and hugged her daughter tightly.

Ashikaga Yoshiki avoided their gazes.

An old miko wearing a pure white miko uniform and a mask with a ghostly face stretched out her palms like dead branches, pulled the red-dressed lolita into her arms, and said in a dry and ugly voice:

"The noble sacrifice will definitely satisfy the great god."

Volume 67: Entering Kyushu for the first time: Chapter [-]: The slave learns the sword from the master, and the sword name has no regrets

The lolita in red smelled the strange smell of the old witch and her long sharp nails dug into her shoulders, and she finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

Ashikaga Yoshiki closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were extremely deep and profound:

"Haori, you are the daughter of General Zhengyi. You have the blood of the Ashikaga family in your body, and you are born with the responsibility of protecting this country."

The little loli cried and begged:

"Father, I will study hard and practice swordsmanship from now on. This will protect Japan!"

"Gaga, little princess, with my help, you will better protect Japan..."

The old witch dragged the little Loli down the tower and walked towards a gorgeous altar that had been built long ago.

The noble woman rushed out to get her daughter back.

"This is for Japan!"

Ashikaga Yoshiki slapped his wife to the ground.

The noble woman cried silently, her face swollen up, and she spit out a few broken teeth.

But the status of Japanese women is low, and she dare not resist her husband at all.

Ashikaga Yoshiki refused to say anything, and none of his followers dared to help the general's wife.

On the gorgeous altar, 28 witches are waiting.

The altar was filled with firewood.

They will use their own lives and those of Ashikaga Haori to complete a glorious sacrifice.

Pray that the sun will rise in the sky again and usher in the arrival of Amaterasu Omikami!

It's just that a few of them are willing to stand on the altar of death because of reasons they cannot refuse...

And who knows?

Who cares?

These Japanese people have long been accustomed to this kind of human sacrifice.

Just the death of some women and children can be exchanged for Japan's long-term peace and stability, and the sun will always shine in the sky. What a worthwhile transaction!

When people die, they are reborn.

This is how we have weathered many difficulties since time immemorial.

We are the greatest nation protected by gods!

Only an ignorant little loli will cry.

All 28 witches are required to wear a faint smile to show their piety to the gods.

"How many times have I seen it and still find it extremely ugly?"

A gentle voice sounded.

"You... why are you here?"

The old witch suddenly turned her head and stared at Roland, who appeared under the altar at an unknown moment.

Why didn't the soldiers stop him and let him break through here?

The land gods of the Ming Dynasty saw that Japan was about to hold a large festival again, with a handsome face full of ridicule, and whistled:

"Thousands of years have passed, do you still know these things? When you encounter difficulties, sacrifice the lives of others to pray for those things that are not human."

The old witch screamed:

"You vulgar Akito, you don't understand our respect for God at all..."

"If you really respect me, why don't you sacrifice yourself and force a little girl who knows nothing to die?"

"I am a high priest. I herd lambs for the gods. I have the right to decide who will be sacrificed..."

"Really?" Roland smiled, "Then I will replace your gods now and decide that I don't want you, this ugly old shepherd dog."

"In the name of...Tsukiyomi Ming!"

The eyes on the back of his hand fluttered shut.

It seems to be expressing, it's not me, don't blame me, I don't know anything, sister, don't blame me...

Tsukuyomi was unable to change any of Roland's control, and was drained of all his power, so he could only turn a blind eye to everything.

Chaos formed a big hand, grabbed the old witch's shriveled body, let her struggle in the air like a big cockroach, and shook her hard.

She was thrown onto the altar filled with firewood, just like flying in the clouds.

Roland took action to catch Ashikaga Haori, which fell from the old miko's arms.

The little Loli looked at the god of death in her father's mouth, the evil demon of the Ming Dynasty, but found that his smile was so gentle and warm.

For a moment, I forgot to cry.

"Don't be afraid."

The good-looking elder brother smiled at her, and Ashikaga Haori couldn't help but smile too.

The eldest brother's body was covered in blood, but his body was so warm, making her instinctively feel at ease and relax.

Roland raised his head and looked at the witches:

"If you are willing to die to serve Amaterasu, I will not stop you."

"If you don't want to die, fight out with me now and I will give you a chance to live."

"As for what the gods you serve are, you should know deep down, right?"

"You don't want to live your life in a muddle, giving everything you have like your ancestors did, only to be eaten in the end, right?"

"If you follow me, you may die. If you stay here, you will definitely die."

"This may be your only chance to choose freedom in this life!"

Roland's playful eyes swept over the faces of the 28 young witches one by one.

Confused, scared, shocked, at a loss...

They found that they could no longer understand the Ming Dynasty’s land gods.

Isn't he a crazy evil demon who kills everyone he sees and has entered the Asura path?

Why did you save the daughters of the Ashikaga family, and why did you show them a way out?

boom!

A talisman sword lit up the altar, and the firewood burned at a hundred times the normal speed.

Roland held the little Loli in his arms, rushed towards the pursuing soldiers, and fought towards the tower where Ashikaga Yoshiki was.

The raging fire radiated deadly heat and blocked the soldiers.

At the same time, the countdown to death is also revealed to the witches.

The priests who supervised the completion of the sacrifice had already been killed by Roland first.

Before the flames approached, the witches still jumped off the altar.

They looked at each other blankly, 28 of them, not one missing, all jumped down?

Immediately I knew that deep down in everyone’s heart, they did not want to die after all.

Ants are still greedy for life.

In the face of mortal danger, the instinct to survive will take over.

If given a choice, who would be willing to sacrifice his life?

Not for righteousness, not for the common people.

Just use your own life in exchange for the continued prosperity of those big men who want to take away from you?

ridiculous!shameful!

Whoever loves me will die, but I don’t want to die anyway!

If not at knifepoint, who would be willing to serve them?

The witches picked up the swords and guns scattered on the ground and followed Roland.

They all have a considerable foundation in martial arts and techniques, and their eyesight gradually becomes sharper.

A man-eating monster is promised a good name, so don’t believe it!

At this moment, they just felt that the so-called ideas they had been brainwashed and forced to accept since childhood were extremely disgusting.

Shinto, not worth it!

In the burning flames of the altar, only the old witch was struggling and wailing, but she was unable to escape:

"Amaterasu, look at this dirty world, look at the new generation that doesn't respect you!"

The palm like a dead branch was raised high, pointing at the young miko who was running away, full of hatred.

Eventually, she was completely engulfed in flames.

Finally, because of the great priest's "dead remonstrance", Japan, which had been dark for three days, saw the rising sun!

Even though Amaterasu Omikami sealed himself in Tianyan Cave, he finally understood the chaos in the world.

The majestic gaze that makes people instinctively kneel down and look forward to the human world from the ninth heaven.

At this time, Roland had already carried Ashikaga Haori and fought to the top of the inner city tower.

He faced Ashikaga Yoshiki, with nine bloody shrine maidens behind him.

After breaking through numerous military formations and holding a little girl in his arms, it was impossible for Roland to protect all the witches.

There will always be someone who falls on the way to freedom.