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"If you want, you can go find the Spiral Organ. That guy is the disciple of the Red World who created most of the freedom methods, including Feng Jue, and he is also the strongest freedom master in the world."

"Spiral organ...what does it look like?"

"The real person is a twelve or thirteen-year-old human girl with pink hair and pink eyes. In fact, people from the Red World often disguise themselves to a certain extent, so it's hard to judge."

"That's it. Then, how do you usually look for disciples of the Red World?"

"Use the number of torches in a city to determine whether there are any Red World followers, and then use specific methods to search for them."

"So is it here?"

"It's hard to say, because there are so many torches here."

"Any questions?"

"Generally speaking, because of the crusade launched by the Fire Mist Warriors and the great crusade launched by the human demons many years ago, the Red World's followers have become much more cautious, and the power of swallowing existence rarely occurs on a large scale, so this is Very unusual."

"You mean there are people from the Red World causing trouble?"

"There are two possibilities. One is that the guy is preparing to move his position and eat more before leaving. The other...if the torch is forcibly dissipated before it is extinguished, it will have an impact on the world. If the number is large enough, it will even change. It becomes a vortex that swallows up the power of everything around it. This phenomenon is called a swallowing city."

"Ha ha."

Yang Pojun was very happy to meet someone who didn't require him to think too much about whether a disciple of the Red World belonged to the same type of life form as himself.

"Very good, then as long as you can help me find the two Red World disciples, I can let Shana go."

"Then, let's go out and find the Red World disciples who have set up so many torches here."

Yang Pojun, who had no idea that the member of the Red World who had arranged so many torches, had been killed in the aftermath of his battle with the Ritual Snake, said this and pulled the two of them out.

……

"Haha, this is really a big gain. Is the guy here actually the [Hunter]?"

The tall and model-like beauty grabbed the glass altar in her hand and made a happy sound.

"It's a pity that he is dead."

"I know, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get this Noble Phantasm so easily, Marcosias. However, this also shows that there should be a powerful Fire Mist Warrior here who can kill hunters. Moreover, in There are so many torches here, that guy will never let them go."

"I've been escaped several times, what should I say this time?"

"Lami can no longer escape. With this precious phantom created by the ritual snake in hand, I will no longer be fooled by his little tricks."

The beauty declared this to the large hardcover book next to her.

【164】Identity Guessing Game in the Art Museum

Light and shadow are integrated, light and shadow are in opposition.

For the Shadow Emperor, who is equivalent to the dark side of the world, the biggest problem in leaving the world he belongs to is that he will lose his [sense of security].

Just like a child who has lost his family and is kicked out of his home and cannot go back, for this [non-existent] [childhood] existence, he lives alone on that floating island that does not accept anyone to visit, it is just... Being in a state of self-restraint in order to suppress [uneasiness].

There are no opponents (of the same kind) in this world. This is the reason why this floating island originating from the true headquarters of the Shadow Realm was sealed by the Shadow Emperor.

Now, it has been temporarily unblocked.

The Shadow Emperor saw those pale blue eyes.

It looks so much like myself.

He tried to [hug] the other person, and then He saw——

……

"Why did you come to the art museum?"

Xia Na raised doubts about this man who said not long ago that he was looking for a disciple of the Red World.

"I have some basic understanding of the Red World disciples. Not to mention those demon kings who have not signed a contract with humans to defeat the Red World disciples. They are the ones who constantly devour humans to gain the power of existence just to stay in this world. It’s because they love things created by humans, right?”

"Many of them are true, although there seems to be some Red Devils who fell in love with humans, such as [The Promised Two]."

"Oh, really."

Yang Pojun didn't care much about this kind of example. After all, he just wanted to try to see if he could get one or two famous people in some places where there were many works of art. Before he went out, he asked Tiangong Ziyin to toss a coin to bet this time. Whether the target can be caught or not, if Tiangong Ziyin wins, she will grant the other party a wish within her power.

The result is that Tiangong Ziyin will find at least one member of the Red World within today.

It can be regarded as a test of his abilities. Yang Pojun personally feels that this is also a part of training.

It is undoubtedly a kind of exercise to constantly explore the limits of abilities and the direction of self-application.However, because I had distorted opinions about my abilities, he just let him use his abilities in a way that was similar to induction.

Of course, he does not deny that he has the intention of taking advantage of the other party. After all, he has the ability to realize wishes to a certain extent. It is always good for him, an old African chief, to increase the probability of meeting a hero.

The essence of communication between people is to pay for each other, so as to increase the two-way sunk cost. When the proportion of this two-way sunk cost is appropriate and the total amount increases steadily with the time of being together at a proportion that makes both parties feel at ease, people's relationships It will naturally go a step further.

He and Tian Gong Ziyin are neither relatives nor friends, so taking him in and taking advantage of their abilities can be regarded as mutual contributions.

"Okay, let's do some special training in intuition. Use your feelings to judge whether a person is a torch, a member of the Red World, an ordinary person, or a knife-cutter. The person with the greatest number of successful judgments minus the number of wrong judgments can ask the person with the fewest judgments. Come up with a punishment.”

Without any warning, Yang Pojun made such a request.

"Huh? Is it necessary to hold that kind of competition?"

Shana, who has been a Fire Mist Warrior for several years, asked.

In a place called [Tiandao Palace], she underwent strict training related to the disciples of the Red World. No matter how hard it was, it was impossible to lose to Yang Pojun and Tiangong Ziyin in this kind of competition.

"By the way, for ordinary people, one point will be added to the correct guess, and one point will be deducted for the wrong guess. For Swordsman and Torch, three points will be added to the correct guess, and three points will be deducted for the wrong guess. For the Red World, a thousand points will be added to the correct guess, and one point will be deducted for the wrong guess. One thousand points. The Red World Devil...[-] points will be added to the correct guess, and [-] points will be deducted for the wrong guess. A person can only be guessed once, and the points will go to the person who guesses first. Of course, the points will be deducted as well. I guess that person is A knife-cutter."

Putting on the Darkness of Xuanyin, Yang Pojun pointed at a passing lady with his perspective occupied by a large area of ​​magic sparks and existential fires of different colors.

"Hello, are you a swordsman?"

"Ah? Yes, yes."

"OK, I'll score one point first."

There is absolutely no shame in cheating, Yang Pojun said.

But in fact, he did not cheat. After all, he did not mention any restrictions.

"...That's the torch."

Shana hesitated for a moment, but still chose to participate, and directly pointed out a torch with the fire mist warrior's perception.

"What's wrong, Tiangong, don't you guess? If you don't get points, you will most likely be at the bottom. If I win, I will ask the loser to wear gothic lolita clothes for a whole day."

"...Is it really necessary for me to participate in a game where the outcome can only be determined by luck for people like me?"

Tiangong Ziyin asked.

"I have been told before that I can only achieve what I am today by relying on luck. If I win..."

"Tiangong," Yang Pojun interrupted the boy's bad thoughts, "I heard an elder (Yang Wuqu) say that in this world, people are born with fate and luck."

"The so-called fate is the end point where you can only stop no matter how hard you try."

"And luck, it is not the so-called luck, but everything you do to reach the end. Whether it is the help of noble people, whether it is gambling, or whether it is bloodshed and tearful struggle, it is all part of luck."

"I used to complain that I couldn't do many things (transform into a bad knight, watch Emperor Man kill everyone at close range, transform into a Titan of Light, and fly a Gundam). But the man said, 'If you try hard If you don’t have the consciousness to try your best and wait for the opportunity with expectation, then even if you have that destiny, you won’t get it.’ Although now it feels a bit like an unscrupulous boss tricking hard-working workers into working overtime to get promotions and bonuses PUA uses chicken soup to make money, but its connotation that you will get something if you put in the effort is undoubtedly correct."

Although many times there is no gain even if you pay.

"...Really, let me tell you first that I won't use my abilities, but even so, my luck is at an unmeasurable level. Don't cry if you lose."

"The time limit is half an hour. If you win, no matter where I rank, I can treat you to a big meal."

Yang Pojun smiled.

"Then... let's decide the outcome in one go! I guess... that old gentleman is a member of the Red World."

Yang Pojun and Xia Na followed his hand and saw a well-dressed old gentleman holding a cane.

"Torch...huh? Something seems wrong?"

Shana fell into confusion, and then seemed to remember something, and subconsciously blocked Yang Pojun.

"It really doesn't look like a torch, so let's confirm with the other party."

Yang Pojun happily took out the Shura Summoner, and an atmosphere of confrontation arose between him and Shana.

【165】Yang Pojun is very disappointed with Shana

"What are you doing? Huh?"

Yang Pojun was very interested in Shana's obvious blocking behavior.

Could it be that she met her friend, and then in order to protect her friend, Shana, who had only temporarily succumbed because the difference in strength was too great, burst out her will and raised the flag of rebellion against him.

Will there be such a classic scene?He would not hesitate to launch a suicidal attack on an invincible enemy for the sake of his friends, but was spared by the villain because he could not see the reason. The immature hero who worked hard to become stronger succeeded in growing up enough to defeat the enemy...

Ahem, I thought too far at the moment, so let’s follow the process step by step.

"Lami can't let you kill him."

"Why? He's your friend?"

The fire wind thunder activation button has been pressed, and Yang Pojun is in no hurry to put the Shura Summoner into his gauntlet.

"He is a disciple of the Red World known as the Bone Collector. Generally speaking, he relies on the power of existence to collect torches. He usually stays in the torch to reduce the consumption of power of existence as much as possible. He is a useless person to human beings. Those who harm the world."

"Not friends."

Yang Pojun suddenly lost most of his enthusiasm.

Although classic plots are often criticized for being too classic, it cannot be denied that some people fall into this trap.And if you say that there is no such thing in front of a person who is looking forward to the classic passage, it will make people feel that they are forced to stop in the middle of the introduction - I am talking about the function - and it is difficult to express the feelings in the heart. .

"The Red World people living in this city have created too many torches. For Lamy, this is a treasure that he cannot ignore. There is no need to kill him."

Yang Pojun started to feel bored.

Shana's words lacked her own firm will, or in other words, lacked consistent and complete logic between words and deeds.

"Shana, what do you live for?"

"...To live as a qualified crusader with flame hair and eyes."

"Let me put it another way, what is your reason for fighting?"

"As a Fire Mist Warrior, I will fight against those Red World people who will affect the world and cause distortion."

This question was answered faster than before, but for Yang Pojun, that was all.

"Then why do you want to protect that person named Lamy?"

"Because he's a harmless guy."

"This can't be called a reason..."

The Qingming Sword appeared in his left hand. Yang Pojun glanced at the original dark red hilt that turned into pure white, and frowned slightly.

"You have a reason and purpose to attack them, but you don't have a reason to protect them, right?"

"Even if you only get a little bit of the existence power of the torch as a residue, extending the collection time to more than a hundred years is still a big sum. If you kill Lamy at will, he will collect a lot of money during his hundreds of thousands of years of existence. The power of the torch's existence will be released in one breath, causing huge distortions in the world."

"I'm not asking you."

Brutally interrupting Alastair's explanation, Yangpojun launched a dark seal.

"Answer me, Shana."

"...Alastair just told me the reason."

"yes."

The silver mobile phone was brought close to the gauntlet of his left hand, and the large katana slashed directly to interrupt his move.

Then, Shana responded with a merciless roundhouse kick that was beyond the range of ordinary people's flexibility.

The red lotus flames gathered on the blade, and the long sword with a blue scabbard directly knocked it down. Then Yang Pojun stepped forward and completed the chokehold on Shana.

"Well……"

The strength of the struggle is great, but no matter what, the Fire Mist Warrior is still a human being after all. Even if his existence is dedicated to the demon kings in exchange for strength, the defects of the biological structure cannot be easily overcome. At least there are still joints and organs. its original function.

"You don't think that your three-legged cat skills alone can defeat my will, do you?"

Yang Pojun whispered into Shana's ear.

"Just because you didn't use the Shura armor doesn't mean you can beat me. After all, that armor is not something that cats and dogs can use casually."