I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

More than ten minutes ago, the "meat block" that Maruhashi Tadaya's wrecked wreck was transformed into was beaten crazily by the nun Niya holding the "Mjornier Pseudo" on the ground like a steak hammer to loosen the meat. .

In the beginning, this mass of rotten meat was not her enemy of a hammer at all, and it often fell apart immediately under the thunder and turned into a piece of scorched black meat that was fully cooked.

However, the vitality of this weird piece of meat is terribly tenacious, and it seems to be splitting outwards all the time...

Those scorched and shattered parts often resurrect after a few minutes, frantically devouring all the surrounding organic matter to repair themselves, evolving and splitting into independent forms.

Moreover, as they continued to fight against each other, Niya discovered something shocking.

That is, these continuously splitting "pieces of meat" are not only rapidly increasing their resistance to their own attacks, but at the same time they are imitating their own body shape, trying to shape similar characteristics with their chaotic and disorderly body.

It's like a cancer cell that divides crazily, adapts to the environment, and erode everything all the time.

What is even more terrifying is that, staring at the green eyes of the stretched tentacle fascia, her ears are gradually flooded with tempting, mad and inexplicable roars, and the spiritual power in the body also flows quickly...

There seems to be a strong consciousness that is constantly trying to invade her mind.

"...Vice President Chang Tian, ​​you took the initiative without my permission before, so you can't count me as asking for help!"

As soon as Niya's voice fell, the hammer in her hand was already leaking. It turned into that cheap woodworking hammer and fell to the ground.

"Tsk...is the time up? A soft thing that can't even last three minutes..."

Her "pseudo-name coronation" can condense people's belief in legendary things into entities, and give "real names" to things with similar shapes in a short period of time, thereby achieving the effect of "pseudo-artifacts".

However, these ghosts in front of her had already developed a strong adaptability to the power of thunder on the hammer, so she didn't intend to continue using this weapon.

"Don't worry, because there are some emergencies, the test is suspended... Your performance, I will seriously record it."

Hiroshi Tokota bent down and picked up the woodworking hammer that Niya had discarded, and drew out a doll made of straw and red rope from his arms.

"Continue to drag on, I am afraid the situation will become more ugly, I will try to temporarily control them..."

The "meat pieces" full of organs, eyeballs and tentacles in front of him have completely broken away from his knowledge of more than 20 years of experience in removing spirits.

Under the densely packed tentacles and more and more green pupils, he felt the whispers lingering in his ears more and more harshly, and his spiritual power quickly flowed out of his body. Tsugada Hiroshi didn't intend to drag it anymore.

He bent down and picked up a bunch of squirming pieces of meat beside his feet, and stuffed it into the straw doll.

"If you guessed it correctly, although these guys seem to be numerous, they actually share the same group consciousness like the cell group..."

Immediately, a rusty blood-colored iron nail appeared in his hand.

"And these guys, there should be something similar to the "maternal body". You take advantage of my control of their gap and launch an all-round attack to see if the "maternal body" can be destroyed."

"If it doesn't work, just seize the opportunity to kill them separately, wait for the large-scale formation to limit the range of activities, and then find a way to get rid of these more and more kills..."

With eyes sick and quick, Tsugada Hiroshi put the scarecrow in his hand on the ground and nailed it down with a wooden hammer and iron nail...

A black spiritual power centered on the scarecrow, spreading towards the surroundings.

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"Puff puff……"

As if someone had severely pierced the soul with a thin needle, those dozens of ghosts simultaneously wailed in pain and collapsed into a ground of meat.

"Roar, it seems that the Japanese spirit eliminators are not as short and weak as imagined, and I can't be underestimated..."

Taking this opportunity, Niya lifted the skirt and took out a utility knife from the white and tender legs.

"Give you your real name...GRAM!"

As the holy light surged, the utility knife in her hand had turned into a half-handled slender straight double-edged sword with a golden hilt.

"With my current ability, although I can only restore half a broken sword and no scabbard, it is enough..."

Holding that half-handled sword, the deafening whispers that lingered in Niya's ears all quieted down, and the spiritual power in the body stopped flowing.

It seems that there is a force that symbolizes glory and destruction, which is firmly guarded in her body.

"The light and shadow that cut day and night..."

A touch of orange-red sword energy appeared from the top of the broken sword.

"...Your world, it's sundown!"

With Niya's swing, the sword aura quickly stretched out, slashing through the dozens of immovable "pieces of meat"...

"Even this style can't be completely wiped out?"

After the blow, Niya seemed to lose strength, holding the sword on the ground, staring blankly at the meat lump still stubbornly squirming in front of him.

"...Or, the ‘mother’ is actually not here?"

Niya's eyes couldn't help but look into the deep crack in the support tower that was divided into two by her...

Several eyeball-filled tentacles were wriggling out from inside.

"Don't think so much, go first! Before they recover and spread, you have to rush to join others..."

Seeing that the blow was ineffective, Changtian Hiroshi put away the exorcism cloth, and did not hesitate to lead his head to break through in a certain direction.

...

"found it……"

In the dark ruins of the Suzumori execution ground, several men in black robes and masks are holding weapons and cautiously lurking in the bushes.

In their evil sight, a small witch with a nice face and a slender figure was standing alone and slender under a memorial monument, looking around blankly like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Not far from her, a thin priest seemed to be trying to make a call.

"Tsk tusk, looking at that heretical witch, I can't bear the cosmic energy in my body... After a while, I will completely fill her with the cosmic energy surging out, and let her know the greatness of the galaxy!"

"No, this sacred mission, let me come! My cosmic energy has already overflowed from my body..."

"Hey, in that case, that priest is mine..."

"Stop arguing, let's talk about it first..."

Just when a few people couldn't bear the excitement in their hearts, they approached the target carefully under the cover of the woods...

"Wow."

A figure wrapped in a black robe, hooked the tree trunk with its feet, hanging down silently like a bat.

Before a few people react, he has directly grabbed the heads of two of the men who are still arguing about "first mover rights"...

"boom."

Under the tremendous force, the two men "kissed" together face to face with masks through their masks, and suddenly their eyes and mouth foamed.

"Shhh, don't make a noise, hurry up and follow..."

The two men walking a little ahead suddenly heard that there was no sound behind them, and turned their heads and urged in a daze.

Looking at them 180 degrees upside down was a man wearing a one-eyed blindfold with a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth.

"you……"

As the back of the head was locked mercilessly by a pair of big hands, what was infinitely magnified in the sight of the two was the mask on the face of the companion...

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