Artoria wants to read people's hearts

However, it seems that the momentum is huge, but in fact, these attacks are completely painless to Morgan.

Really think highly of them.

Sighing, Her Royal Highness retracted the magic power maintaining the barrier, and then controlled the surface of the barrier to fluctuate.

After all, it is necessary to create an appearance for them that can be broken with a little effort.

Seeing that the enchantment was about to be broken, Yi Wozuo couldn't help turning around and roaring angrily, "Damn it, Yuhu! Half-day dog! Hurry up and do it!"

"Ah...I see." A soft and viscous voice sounded.

I saw a strange-shaped ghost with white body, yellow eyeballs, green lips, and purple fins on the top of his head. He smiled "hoho", and he took out a pot with water and grass patterns from nowhere, and put the position of the mouth of the pot. In the direction of Morgan.

"Blood Ghost Art - Thousand Books of Needles · Fish Killing."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of weird goldfish suddenly emerged from the pot. They seemed to be able to swim in the air, swinging their tail fins in the air, and came to Morgan at a very fast speed.

Then, as Yiwozuo jumped back and left the battlefield suddenly, countless dense poisonous needles suddenly shot out from the mouths of those goldfish.

The poisonous needle hit the barrier, and the sound of "Ding Ling Dang Bang" rang out endlessly, and Luo Ji's blood ghost art ribbon struck from all directions without leaving any dead ends.

As a result, the fluctuations on the surface of the barrier began to become more intense.

"You forced me to do this!"

Speaking words that seemed to embolden him, his forehead was swollen, two horns grew on his head, and his face was like that of an old man who looked like a prajna. He just gritted his teeth and rushed to the forefront of the battle.

As a clone ghost, his body actually has no combat capability, and his character is even more timid and cowardly.

So generally speaking, a half-day dog ​​will not take the initiative to provoke a fight.

However, there are exceptions to everything.

And this exception came from the order of his master Onimai Tsuji.

Because of his extreme loyalty to the ghost king, as long as it is an order from his master, he will try his best to carry it out no matter what.

When he approached the battle ring and sensed the danger, a young ghost dressed in the same kimono as Bantengu, with the word "angry" engraved on his tongue and with two horns on his head suddenly appeared beside him.

"Blood ghost art - concretization and splitting!"

The previous chapters have been revised, you can buy with confidence

Oh my god, I'm exhausted.

At 03:30 in the morning, I finally finished writing 8000 words.

This lesson will be remembered wholeheartedly, woo woo~, I will never wave again.

I have modified the previous chapters, and my friends can buy with confidence.

If the opening is still the same as before, please refresh the chapter table of contents first, and then click to refresh this chapter.

As for the method of refreshing this chapter, I think everyone knows how to do it.

If that's the case, then I won't post the picture.

Good night, don't play tricks anymore, go to bed, bye!

Chapter 21 Married to God's Bride (Two in One)

For Artoria, the recent days are quite fulfilling.

Going for a drive, fighting monsters, and measuring every inch of the country with his own feet.

But because of this, she also began to have a deeper understanding of this era influenced by the Western industrial revolution.

If you only take a cursory look, others may be surprised by the elegance and romance of the Taisho era, but in the final analysis, these are just superficial Chinese clothes.

Romance is after all a matter for the upper-middle class, but for ordinary civilians, daily food and clothing are enough for them to do their best.

The prosperity of a few people, while the majority of people... are still struggling on the line of food and clothing.

I have never read a book, I have never read a word, and the people in the village and town have not had much contact with new things, so it is only natural that those ancient and ignorant customs are still being performed in this era.

At dawn, when Arturia was returning from a mission, she saw a very strange scene on the mountain road.

It was a group of villagers walking together. They were dressed in clean clothes and looked solemn.

A two-meter-long wooden closed boat is being carried on the shoulders of six villagers, and their position is at the center of the entire team.

The atmosphere looked strange, so based on curiosity, Arturia stopped and chose to watch from a distance.

With good eyesight, you can see some mysterious patterns engraved on the boat. Although I don't know what it means, it gives people an inexplicable charm.

what is that?

What are they doing?

Artoria's footsteps fell behind them unhurriedly, her figure was so sensitive that she didn't make a sound, her green eyes quietly watched everything in front of her along the road ahead, at the end of the road, she saw to a wide river.

Marching in silence, the group finally stopped at the edge of the river.

In the hazy sky of dawn, why stand by the river?

As soon as doubts arose in her heart, she saw an old lady stepping forward to part the crowd, and then raised the altar in her hands.

On the altar, sparks ignited.

Seeing this scene, everyone began to bow their heads in worship.

The old lady who was obviously of unusual status was holding a spiritual altar, chanting divine scriptures, and asked, "Where did you come from? Where are you going? In this endless world, is there a way for all sentient beings to return?"

However, the result of this question is just empty flowers and shadows falling, and everything is silent.

So the sorceress sighed softly, "Where you come and go, where you go, there is no way for all sentient beings to return in this world of reincarnation."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone couldn't help showing sadness, and there were occasional sobs from the crowd.

Spring water, gurgling trickle.

The thick tree shadows make a curtain.

The fluffy grass slope is the altar.

The benevolent sunlight pierced through the dense leaves, shining on the pious and silent face.

There was no sound, under the forbidden sky, the sorceress bowed deeply, asking for the blessing of the mountain god.

And Artoria, who was standing on the tree trunk, looked at the absurd scene in front of her, and for some reason felt inexplicably heavy in her heart.

Then, under the sign of the sorceress, the six villagers carried the wooden boat to the river.

Gently put the boat on the ground, a young man opened the closed cover on the wooden boat with a sad face.

So in the next second, Arturia saw the scene inside.

She lowered her head and saw the crown of sweet-scented osmanthus, which was white and flawless.

A teenage girl was lying quietly inside, with beautiful makeup, as if she was covered in white snow.

She holds a large bouquet of flowers in her hand, and her body is also covered with soft flowers, as if the girl is surrounded by the world of flowers.

She is beautiful, in fact, all brides in this world are beautiful.

Arturia's sensitive nose could even smell the fragrance of those beautiful flowers.

Send sacrifices to the gods and marry the bride of the mountain god.

Obviously, this girl is the key to this sacrifice.

Arturia's gaze became serious, she looked at the group of people with a serious expression, and then focused her gaze on the girl in the boat.

She is still alive, but not far from death.

The girl in Bai Wugou looked sad, her hands and feet were tied to the boat.

The rough rope drew red marks on her fair skin. It seemed that she had struggled, but it ended in failure.

In this situation, surrounded by everyone, she seemed to know her future ending in her heart.

The sorceress walked up to the girl, then bent down and put a white rose on her skirt.

"Don't blame us—" the old man sighed, "—because all this is for everyone in the village."

The foolish villagers beside him also began to persuade them with their tongues.

"Lihua, all this is for the sake of the village."

"You are so beautiful, you must marry the queen of the mountain god, and the god will treat you well."

The words between his words are really ugly to the point of disgusting.

The bound girl opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but after her lips quivered for a moment, she finally just smiled wryly, then turned her head aside.

What can she say?

How about saying it?

Presumably no one here would care about her backlog of thoughts.

There were only 'blood' and 'tears' around her, and people held up the banner of 'need', forcing her to write 'dedication' and 'death', so she had no choice but to cry and laugh.

The sacrificial ceremony was still going on, and when the villagers pushed the wooden boat onto the river, a misty thick fog gradually formed.

The people thought that this was the act of the mountain god accepting the sacrifice, and they couldn't help laughing ecstatically.

In their happy smiles, the boat slowly drifted farther and farther away.

Bai Wugou, vermilion lip balm on the lips, stacked flowers, sunshine and water, ignorant belief.

The girl named Lihua was taken away by these things.

Looking up at the quiet sky, in the thin green spring water and winding river road, she waited desperately for death in the dense fog.

A small opening was intentionally broken under the wooden boat, and at this moment, the river water was slowly pouring in.

She could hear the waves of the water and feel her body being soaked slowly.

Perhaps in a short while, at most a quarter of an hour, the girl will sink to the bottom of the river with her boat and her, and there has been no more sound since then.

Anger, pain, and eventually desperation.

The life of a girl who has just turned 14 will wither like duckweed today.

She opened her eyes unwillingly, as if she wanted to express her final resistance to the world through this move.

And at this moment, in the desperate world, someone suddenly grasped Li Hua's palm tightly.

It was a pair of warm hands.

In the lonely boat, in the turbulent water, someone held her back.

"Don't be afraid, I'm coming."

With a clear and gentle voice, the person who came was a blonde girl.

She looked at herself through the clouds and mist, and there was something like a treasure in her eyes, shining towards her.

So in an instant, Odagiri Kurika had the most brilliant wind and rain in her heart.

The sea is turbulent, and the clouds are soaring thousands of miles, like the eternity in the heart, and also like the ephemerality in the dream. Except for her figure at this moment, everything in the eyes has become like a dream.

Here, Arturia rescued the bride who was married to the god on the water.

———————————————

"That's what happened."

In a dilapidated wooden house on the mountain, the white girl who was rescued by Artoria sighed and talked about the past.

A week ago, the earth dragon turned over and brought disaster in the torrential rain.

With a roar like the doomsday, the village near the foot of the mountain and its fields for survival were submerged by raging mudslides.

Although the houses collapsed and there was a lot of property damage, fortunately, the casualties of the villagers were very few.

However.......

The villagers regarded this as an unknown, and they needed to find a breakthrough amidst grief and panic, so the saying that the mountain god was angry began to rise gradually.

In the dilapidated shrine, the old priest of the village heard the voice from the 'god', and she was chanting words, and her posture was even more like a madman.

So the final result was to choose a girl from the village to marry the mountain god.