The armor summoner will not be involved in the event

"Take Shana as an example. If all the Fire Mist Warriors are of that level, then the average level of the Red World Warriors who are hostile to them is probably not lower than that. At present, I have not been able to protect you when facing more than ten such enemies, and it will be difficult for you to protect yourself."

"Why did you first put forward the condition of one against ten..."

"So we both need special training. First of all, physical fitness. You carry one kilogram of weight on your hands and feet all day, and I carry two kilograms. We maintain this state and train every day. You are allowed to use magic to strengthen yourself."

"What are the specific training programs?"

"A bicycle chases someone. One person rides the bicycle and the other runs in front. When they slow down, they run over the other person."

"?"

Tiangong Ziyin looked at him with an expression that said "what nonsense are you talking about".

"Okay, so here are your bikes and weights, just run with them."

"???"

"What are you wondering about? It's a bad thing to throw it around without carrying it. Since you are weaker, I will allow you to run for five minutes first."

Tiangong Ziyin looked at this guy with a pale face, who didn't look like he was joking at all. After hesitating for a moment, he put on the weights and started running with the bicycle.

"..."

Yang Pojun looked at Tiangong Ziyin's thin back, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"You asked him to leave because you wanted to tell me something that you couldn't keep calm about?"

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. Even I don't really want to have children watching when we're talking about something, especially when it's something very important."

"So, what's going on?"

"Weiwu, regarding the Fire Mist Warriors, they signed a contract, right?"

"Yes, it's probably a tenant contract. No matter what, after the Demon King leaves, the container won't have a good ending."

"As for me, before I came to this world... well, my current impression of my original world is that my father died not long ago."

Thinking of his experience of losing a world, Yang Pojun changed his words.

"When I was still in the process of coming to terms with it, my grandfather asked me a question."

"If you were given a chance to revive anyone, would you use it to revive your own father?"

"He was a miraculous man, so miraculous that I thought I would believe whatever he said."

“So I was really racking my brains to think about it.”

"It's really strange. When the news of my father's death came and was confirmed, I really hoped that he would come back to life. But after I had 'hope', I hesitated."

"No, it's not that strange actually."

"My father said that human life is precious because we only have one."

"That's why doctors and firefighters look like heroes. After all, they are professionals who use their mortal bodies to gamble with the god of death."

"Perhaps I was foolish enough to remember this inappropriate teaching. My answer at that time was that I would not resurrect anyone. Even if someone came back from the dead, I would no longer regard him as a human being."

"My dad looked very disappointed, but that was reasonable. After all, he would be unhappy to have a nephew who said, 'If my dad crawls out of the coffin, I will put him back in the coffin myself.'"

"Qingming——"

"Draw your sword!"

The sheathed sword wrapped around the pitch-black winged snake was pulled out about an inch, and black flames spewed out from the snake's mouth, wrapping around the entire sheathed sword.

"Let's make a deal. I'll help you find things you think are important, and you'll help me find a [hero]."

"During this period, we take turns to use our own will to decide whether or not to do something, until we all regain our memories. At that time—"

"If our ideas conflict or our goals conflict, then let's kill each other."

"Are you serious about this?"

"Ah."

"We don't have a clear purpose?"

"Well."

"Even now you have a premonition that we will end up fighting?"

"what."

"Then let's make a contract."

The black flame formed a snake shape in the air and looked at the man.

"I don't have the ability to make a contract. I can only make a verbal agreement."

"What a coincidence, so am I."

"Then the first thing we need to do now is—"

"Send Ayatsuji Kaito and the others on their way."

With a sword, it would take Yang Pojun about five minutes to kill fifty Ayatsuji Kaito, including the time to walk in and talk to the snake.

【148】Can luck even help you meet the Red World Devil in the wild? (4K)

"Nice to meet you, King of the Red World, Mr. Hunter Fariagni."

The man in his thirties, dressed in cassock, spoke to the handsome man in front of him.

"My name is Wallenstein, and I am one of the Twelve Apostles of the Rebellion."

The handsome man narrowed his eyes upon hearing this.

"Why would one of the twelve top executives of the world's number one terrorist organization second only to the Tyrant come to me, the Red World Demon King? Let me make it clear first, I have not violated the rules set by the Red World Supervisory Council."

[Red World Supervisory Council], it is a relatively young organization (it has only been established for less than twenty years so far) formed by a group of demons after they confirmed the existence of the Red World Disciples and formed a group to hunt and kill them in large numbers. Because some demons believe that the Red World Disciples also have dreams (crossed out)... because some demons regard the Red World Disciples as rare animals, and some demons think that their power may be used by humans, they have established loose rules such as the Red World Disciples are not allowed to devour humans on a large scale.

In fact, because of the loose regulations, the demons as supervisors sometimes kill the Red World gangsters when they see them trying to eat someone. There are also cases where the whole family is indifferent when the other party kills someone.Guys like Faliagni, who in recent years have only chosen the best goods to start with, and paid more attention to killing Fire Mist Warriors, as long as they don't bump into the crime scene in front of them, no matter what kind of demon they are, they have no intention of paying attention.

The reason why Fariagni appears so weak is very simple. The leader of [Rebellion], the man called [Tyrant], is a demon.

If humans who are basically unable to even confirm the existence of the Crimson World Disciples are regarded as beings below the Crimson World Disciples in the food chain, then the demons who are able to notice that the Crimson World Disciples can even slaughter them more effectively than the Fire Mist Warriors are beings that are slightly above the regular Crimson World Disciples.

Fariagni is not an ordinary Red World man, nor is he afraid of a mere demon. However, when his plan is about to succeed, he does not want to cause any trouble.

"Hehe, twenty years ago... no, hundreds of years ago, the Red World Demon King, who was known as one of the top five strongest hunters in the world, actually said that he did not violate any rules... Oh, don't look so scary, we actually invited you here to form an alliance."

"An alliance?"

"Yes, an alliance."

Wallenstein nodded.

"You should understand our [Rebellion] purpose."

"... a violent organization that advocates that the sword cutters should have more rights?"

Fariagni thought for a moment and said.

"wrong!"

Wallenstein shook his head.

"The so-called sword cutters are the humans chosen by God! We, the 'new humans', have such great power and noble status, but we are mixed with ordinary humans. Don't you think this is strange?"

do not think so.

Fariagni had settled in the Celestial Empire before, and later he witnessed with his own eyes how an ordinary swordsman became a demon and easily killed a Red World man.

In his eyes, swordsmanship is just a profession of human beings, at most a profession that is greatly influenced by innate factors. In essence, those guys are still human beings, even demons are human beings.

But it is undeniable that ordinary humans or swordsmen are indeed as weak as bugs to him. The demon is like a human with a gun facing him, a "human" with a knife. As long as the opponent has the ability, it is not difficult for him to take him down with him before he dies.

Therefore, Fariagni found this behavior of drawing a line between himself and his own kind very strange. It was like a person saying that his parents were old and he was still young, so he was a new human being, and his parents, who were old humans, should serve him with all their might.

However, he had dealt with humans to some extent, and he knew that the idiots in terrorist organizations liked to promote their theories to deceive ignorant fools. If he continued to follow their words, things would progress quickly.

"Um, so what?"

"We sincerely invite you to join us in the Rebellion."

"Hey, hey, that's the organization of the Swordbreakers, right? Want me, the Red World Demon King, to go in?"

"Why not? As beings that are above all living things, we are destined to create a world where new humans (the Swordsmen) inform lower humans (ordinary people). But we all know that building a new world is difficult, so why not find allies for this?"

"What do I get?"

Fariagni was not interested in listening to Wallenstein's ideals; he only wanted to develop the power of existence.

"A city."

Wallenstein held up a finger.

"We can help you devour all the humans in Misaki City. Maybe we can provide you with more low-level humans as food in the future."

"Great," Fariagni applauded.

"But as far as I know, even a remote island country like Japan has two demons, not to mention a country like China that has three-digit demons. In your organization, only the leader himself is a demon, right?"

"That's exactly why I'm inviting you to join us. There are too many rats that are blocking us from creating a new world, especially countries like the Celestial Empire. To use the Celestial Empire's own ancient saying, they are a bunch of stubborn people who stick to the old ways."

Wallenstein sighed.

"Well, let me see what you are capable of. If there is only one tyrant who can impress me, our conversation will end here."

Fariagni was slightly moved.

The other party is a terrorist organization, so their credibility is certainly not guaranteed. But also because of this, they don't care about the lives of ordinary people, so offering such conditions makes them seem credible.

But as he said, if the other party cannot show the strength that satisfies him, then joining them will not be a way to seek benefits for himself, but a choice to jump into a deep pit.

"That is exactly why I am the one who came from among the Twelve Apostles."

Wallenstein smiled.

"Although I am not a demon and I am relatively young, my strength is among the best in the organization."

"Watch carefully, hunter."

"My power as 'God's Chosen One'!"

There was a knock on the door of the room, and Wallenstein, who had just summoned his inherent spiritual equipment - a giant sword, showed an unhappy look.

"Come in."

"Master Sword Saint, we have captured a child. He opened the combination locks on the road and went deep into the base. We suspect there may be a traitor in the organization who sent the child to cause trouble for you."

"...It seems that I will be a little late in asking for your advice."

"No problem. I can go with you. I also want to see what kind of kid dares to break into the organization I might join in the future."

"Then please, Mr. Hunter."

……

Tiangong Ziyin was bound in silence.

He did as Yang Pojun requested, carrying his bicycle and running all the way, and then accidentally found this base, and relied on his luck to press the key to get in.

However, a guy like him carrying a children's bicycle would be easily discovered no matter how short he was. Then, he was surrounded by a group of suspicious-looking guys and was arrested.

Fortunately, the other party thought he was a child, so for the time being he didn't seem to plan to do anything to him. Maybe he could wait for Yang Pojun to come and rescue him?

Tiangong Ziyin suddenly thought of two questions.

First, although Yan Di rescued him and became his current spiritual support, he had no idea how strong he actually was. Maybe he said he was strong but was not actually that exaggerated?

After all, I only saw him tying up girls of the “same age” as me to play pranks on them, and he seemed to be able to teleport and create things out of thin air.

He had no idea what kind of sword-cutting abilities that man had.

the second……

Yang Pojun let him run, but did not tell him how they could find each other or contact each other.

Thinking of this, Tiangong Ziyin's face turned pale.

……

Yang Pojun placed a glowing object in front of his chest.

That was the Noble Phantasm he had taken from Ayatsuji Kaito.