Chapter 216 Death Is Not a Pity!

Asa jumped into the air and appeared behind Mifune. His black robe was blown up by the strong wind and blocked the moonlight.

The pair of scarlet vertical pupils with "Xiaxian" and "一" engraved on them looked at Mifune below him with anger and coldness in his eyes.

"Vampire magic!"

He threw out his right leg, and it was stretched rapidly, leaving an afterimage. He said in a cold voice: "Blood sickle foot, empty crack!"

Scarlet blood spattered from the legs, and the bloody blade like a bloody sickle cut through the rain and fog, and the fishy wind instantly cut off all the masonry and trees passing by.

The next moment, Mifune's fist slammed into Yoshitaka's chest, and the bloody blade hit his back without any hindrance.

Poof! !

The scarlet aura exploded and swept away, and the bloody blade quickly cut into his body.

Break armor, cut flesh, break bones!

Mifune, who was wearing a suit of hard armor, turned into a bloody shadow and flew out.

It smashed several walls and tree trunks in succession, crashing into the ruins and raising dust mist.

"Ahem!"

Yilong also half-knelt on the ground, covering his chest with a terrible dent, and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth. A She, who was rushed over, helped him up quickly and waved his hand: "Don't worry, he's not dead yet."

Despite this, his breathing was still suppressed amidst the constant dripping of blood.

Even before being hit in the chest by Mifune, Yoshitaka tried his best to gather his muscles to protect his chest, but he could still feel that several hard ribs were still shattered and fractured, and some of them were even bent at ninety degrees.

It even scratched the heart and lungs and almost penetrated them.

In addition, the liver and lungs had suffered varying degrees of trauma. If Yilong hadn't used breathing techniques to control his muscles and squeeze to block the wounds, he would have died of excessive blood loss even if he hadn't been beaten to death by fists.

but……

"That guy Mifune's situation isn't much better than mine, right?"

Thinking like he was having fun in his heart, Yilong looked at the location where Mifune crashed.

Just as he guessed, in the midst of the wreckage, Mifune lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment. The wound behind him almost penetrated him, and his still beating internal organs could be seen.

"puff!"

Mifune struggled to get up with his hands on the ground. The wound on his body only felt severe pain. The pain was so painful that his body trembled and fell to the ground. It was obvious that he had completely lost his ability to move.

Looking at the broken glass scattered on the ground, reflecting on myself who hadn't looked so embarrassed in more than ten years, I couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

"Why...why? Why!"

Why can Fan Tie hurt the famous sword? Why can someone who was looked down upon by him in the past fight with him to such an extent?

Why would I, the strongest swordsman in the world, be injured like this by a half-hearted person? !

A series of questions and an increasingly heavy body made Mifune confused and frightened.

The noisy rain in my ears gradually dissipated, and the black rain and mist receded like water falling into a trough.

The fighting between the warriors and the ghosts was also over, and the chilling smell of blood almost filled the surroundings.

You can see the corpses of the warriors lying on the ground. Some of the ghosts who relied on their own healing abilities to fight died because their heads were beheaded by the enemy, but most of them just fell to the ground due to exhaustion.

"Why, does your defeat at our hands make you upset?"

With A She's support, Yilong covered the wound on his body and staggered towards Mifune. Blood dripped from the wound, but there was a smile on his slightly pale face.

"...No, you don't deserve it."

Mifune, who was in a daze, came to his senses, used his last strength to turn over, and lay on his back in a pool of blood. He said in a reluctant voice: "What I regret is that I was not defeated by the sword of a respectable opponent, but Lost at the hands of a despicable person.”

Hearing this, a hint of anger suddenly appeared on A She's face, which was pale with fear, and he whispered: "That's not the case."

"The reason why you have the opportunity to be 'noble' is because you have not yet faced a difficult choice. People who have a broad escape route always appear to be 'noble'."

"But if there is no way out, you will only become more 'despicable'!"

After saying that, he hesitated for a moment, took a step forward with the hammer in his hand, and wanted to kill Mifune completely, who was very resistant.

But Yoshitaka shook his head, stretched out his hand to stop A She, looked at Mifune and said, "Musashi taught me a lesson."

"Victory is victory. There is no distinction between good and evil in victory. Despicableness can be the pass for the despicable, and nobleness can also be the epitaph of the noble."

The corners of Mifune's mouth twitched slightly and then grinned, as if he was mocking his despicability and shamelessness: "No matter how you argue, you can't hide it. This is your betrayal of your former master. You surrendered to the enemy who killed the master."

Yilong nodded calmly: "If you think this is betrayal, yes, I admit it, this is betrayal."

"No matter how you hide it, you have violated your loyalty as a swordsman." Mifune continued to scold.

"Yes, I admit that I violated my loyalty." Yilong said with an indifferent expression.

"Ahem!" Mifune coughed up a mouthful of blood and said in a reluctant tone, "There is no honor in such a battle!"

"...Only this, I cannot agree with." Yilong paused, smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Although it is not what I want to do, I have to admit that what we are doing now is the most glorious thing. The most incredible thing.”

"So, is it still for 'justice'?" Mifune didn't understand and gasped, "This is only temporary. As long as the war is over, justice will come sooner or later..."

"For a while?" Yoshitaka's smile faded a lot, and he looked at Long standing in the distance and said calmly: "Remember what that boy said?"

"Where is justice when he needs it? Where is justice when his whole family is waiting to die?"

"War is not what they want. They have never betrayed anyone, but they have been betrayed and hurt all the time, which makes them lose their lives and lose everything..."

"Even if the war is over, so what? What is lost can no longer be found."

Yitaka slowly squatted down, staring at Mifune: "Now, he no longer needs the justice you give. Those who have lost everything and are forced to pick up knives will never wait to die honestly again."

After that, he finally raised the broken short sword, as if to give Mifune the last blow.

And Mifune slowly closed his eyes, with a complicated expression on his face, and his mind flashed the oath he had made when he first became a samurai.

-To bring prosperity to the Iron Country, to lead the samurai to open up the future, and to let the people feel peace.

But whose prosperity did he want to bring?

The sharp and invincible sword in his hand wanted to open up a future and peace, but whose future and peace was it?

Was it for the nobles, the samurai, or...

For all the people?

Mifune didn't want to think about it anymore, and uttered a mosquito-like whisper like an obsession: "The righteousness of the samurai code is loyalty to the lord."

"The benevolence of the samurai code is tolerance and mercy?"

Hearing this, Yoshitaka smiled sarcastically and said calmly: "For the living."

As soon as the voice fell, the broken sword in his hand fell.

Puff! !

Amid the noise of rain, the bloody smell became stronger.

Yitaka stood up shakily, and the pain from the wound made the corner of his eye twitch. He subconsciously took a breath of cold air, but the smell was really not flattering.

Yitaka raised his head, and the sky he saw was blood red.

It was not until the blood flowed down his eye sockets and fell on the corners of his mouth that he realized that it was not the sky that turned blood red, but his blood that soaked his eyes red.

"It hurts so much..."

Yitong laughed helplessly, sat on the ground somewhat weakly, waved his hand to refuse Ah She's support, and sat there quietly.

After a while, the ghosts lying on the ground like "corpses" moved.

I saw that their chests rose and fell, their bodies moved slightly, and then they sat up one after another like Yitong.

The woman who was temporarily arranged to assassinate Mifune had a bloody face and her facial features were not clearly visible. She looked at the corpses around her in a daze and said in a hoarse voice: "We won?"

After finishing the remaining samurai, Asa walked to them, nodded, and smiled: "We won."

"The untouchables they call, the untouchables they look down upon, won."

After the voice fell, the woman's scarlet vertical pupils were so red that they seemed to be able to squeeze out blood if they were gently rubbed.

They are not afraid of death, but because they have already experienced greater fear than death.

Everyone here carries hatred, hatred for the nobles, hatred for the daimyo.

"Ha...haha..."

The suppressed laughter mixed with the low cry came, and the old man who had been lurking for several years also survived.

He was a taciturn person who would not say a word even if he gritted his teeth. Over the years, the only time he cried was when his whole family died.

At this moment, he looked up at the cloudy sky, his voice was suppressed, weak, hoarse, hissing, like a sleeve being torn apart intermittently, but the tears did not stop, divided into several streams, swishing down, tears streaming down.

On the ruins of the daimyo's mansion, which symbolizes the supreme power of the Rain Country, the other ghosts who participated in the assassination operation covered their faces, and suppressed low voices seeped out from between their fingers.

"Ha...haha! Hahaha!!"

It was hard to tell whether it was laughing or crying, but only to hear the recklessness.

Yilong sat there, watching the scene in front of him, and an extremely complicated smile appeared on his face.

I really didn't expect that one day I would be able to do this for a group of strangers, and I would risk my life directly.

"..."

The boy named Oboro walked to Yilong's side, dragging Isibi tied with a rope in his hand, and bowed his head and said: "Can this guy be killed?"

Hearing this, Yilong turned his head and looked over. The daimyo of the Rain Country was like a frightened dog at this moment.

The face covered with dust and blood was extremely pale. Looking at the bodies of Mifune and the samurai in the distance, his body kept shaking, shaking his head wildly, and kept muttering "impossible".

Mifune died, and the samurai died too.

The generals and samurai of the Iron Country died at the hands of these lowly people.

"Don't worry." Yoshitaka retracted his gaze and said calmly, "When we took action, Asa's people had already gone to clean up the remaining samurai and ninjas in the city. He is no longer a threat at all."

As he said that, he reached out to the absent-minded Ah She, who was in a mess, and was stunned for a moment, but soon came to his senses and hurriedly helped him up.

"Didn't your sister get taken away by these nobles?" Yoshitaka stood up shakily, looked at the slightly stunned Oboro and asked, "I just happened to be going to count the supplies. Do you want me to take you to look for her?"

Hearing this, Oboro's pupils trembled, and a glimmer of hope rose in his eyes.

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Kacha! Bang!

The dark underground chamber opened, shaking up a cloud of dust, and spider webs and moss were everywhere.

Yoshitaka, who was naked and had treated his injuries, walked in front, followed by two little ghosts, A She and Long, dragging the seemingly stupid Isibi.

"This is the only place that has not been searched."

Yitaka fanned the dust in front of him, glanced at Long who was becoming more and more silent beside him, and sighed: "But, I hope you... be mentally prepared..."

At this point, he shook his head and stopped talking, not knowing how to start.

In this kind of ghost place, even if Long's sister is really found, I'm afraid she has already...

Long also realized this, and his breathing became slightly rapid. He lowered his head and whispered: "I will."

The three walked to the end of the chamber, and Yoshitaka pushed open the iron door in front of him. With a creaking sound, the scene behind the door appeared in front of him.

What caught my eye was the torture device placed in the center and several cages around it.

These cages seemed to be the kind of iron cages used to lock up wild animals.

But at this moment, the cages were not filled with wild animals, but with people.

Naked women with dull expressions, scars all over their bodies, and skinny bodies, with numbers written on their collars.

Bang! !

Suddenly, Oboro ran to a cage like crazy and grabbed the rough pillars of the cage, ignoring his own scratched flesh.

"Sister!"

Looking at the woman covered in bruises in the cage, Oboro knelt on the ground and cried, but the woman still had a dull look in her eyes.

"Do you treat people... as livestock?"

Even though he had seen even bloodier scenes, at this moment, Yilong was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

These people seemed to be alive, but they were actually dead.

Emotions, dignity, humanity, etc. were all gone, and they were just empty shells that had lost their self and soul.

Ah She looked at everything in front of him, and he was stunned in place, and his hand holding the hammer began to tremble.

For a moment, all kinds of emotions flooded into his heart, making him feel confused.

Pity, pity, or anger, hatred...

Ah She didn't know.

He only knew that those nobles, those beasts, deserved to die! They deserved to die!

No, killing them directly would be too easy for them.

Ah She's young and honest face showed a trace of ferocity, and he turned his head suddenly to look at Isibi who was tied up with ropes behind him, and the hammer in his hand made a teeth-grinding sound.

The breathing method that had not made any progress for a long time, at this moment, under the anger and hatred, actually flowed out of his body for a long time.

As if sensing his sight, Isibi looked up with a stupid expression, but saw a hammer as big as a bowl.

Bang! Puff! !

Inadvertently, Ah She's control of strength was terrifying to the extreme.

The hammer hit Isibi's eyes, and the soft eyeball instantly sunken and shattered, blood overflowed from the eye socket, and the wall was splattered with scarlet blood.

"Ah!!"

Instantly, an extremely shrill scream echoed in the closed secret room. Isibi rolled on the ground with his eyes covered, and a large amount of blood flowed out and gathered into a dirty pool of blood on the gray and black dirty ground.

"You kid..."

Yitong glared at Ah She, but didn't say anything. Instead, he crossed his chest and stepped back to avoid the blood splattering on himself.

He was disgusted by the dirt.