Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

"In the deepest cracks of history, the general received a revelatory 'inspiration'. To bridge the despair deep in her heart, she began endless meditation. If it is not defeated, history will be frozen in the sobs of the last dragon."

Eastern Volume: 119 Roll Call

Heber opened his eyes.

Those words still left a deep afterimage on her retina.

She was certain that the words appeared because of her true heart, and that was why she felt even more...angry.

Heber was almost certain that Aaron had rushed into Kyoto after his "death" in an attempt to avenge himself. But she could never defeat the general of Dacheng, so her defeat was destined.

But why didn't he listen to him? Heber felt angry, anxious and at a loss.

She almost instinctively wanted to restart, but those clear words told her that the past had been anchored and could not be changed.

In other words, if Heber really chooses to restart, then Miss Aaron's death is truly inevitable.

As for the general... not much to say.

Heber suddenly wanted to laugh, and a bitter arc gradually appeared at the corners of her mouth.

She realized that not everyone was a pure NPC, they had their own ideas and will.

Yes, she should have thought of it earlier.

When you show a noble attitude of being willing to sacrifice for others, won't others be touched and willing to give and sacrifice for you?

Kiichi Hogen, Saga, Sakata Kintoki... and now Miss Arlong.

But it shouldn't be like this.

Hebe knew he did this because he had the confidence of the infinite reincarnation of the Sulfur Forest Master. But for them, death is death, there is no such thing as afterlife.

Ignorant rage surged in his deep green pupils.

"Only one chance?" Heber curled his lips, "One is enough."

[Heber Stanton/Tamamonomae]

[Path: Sky Fox]

[Principle: Cup (Lootbelt-only). Represents the principle of desire, temptation, and pain.]

[Rank: Dusk (Lootbelt-only). The third rank on the path to ascension.]

[Current Lostbelt Conquest Rate: 0%]

Behind her, nine tails of different styles stretched out freely.

Among them, only one tail is real, and the other eight tails are branches between reality and illusion.

Hebe's first three tails have actual magical powers. Whether it is supernatural strength, fox fire, or changing fate, they are all closely related to the tails themselves.

The three tails in the middle did not give rise to the so-called magical powers. They were more like a key and a bridge, corresponding to the secret sword, the heroic swordsman, the bound rice, and the "One Thought Sword".

The last three tails are used to support the existence of "status". They correspond to the Nine-Tailed Daigongen, Inari Daimyojin, and the great monster Tamamonomae.

Nine tails support the celestial fox of dusk status.

Heber knew that the East Country's swordsman system did not strictly correspond to the path of sublimation.

The sword intent of the sword masters cannot actually be completely equated with achievements, because it is only based on the sublimation of their personal will.

Just like Okita Souji's sword intent, although it can pose a very serious threat to Dusk, she herself is not Dusk after all.

But Hebe is different - the sword intent she possesses comes from the more than 200 golden statues built for her by Saga in the East Country, from the common understanding of the people of the East Country about the nine-tailed fox, and from the uninterrupted belief in the East Country for a thousand years.

Tamamonomae permanently influenced Eastern Japan for a thousand years and will continue to do so in the future.

This is the sword intention and also the achievement.

Therefore, "Tamamonomae" is the sword master and also the dusk.

Unfortunately, the same may be said of the general - her swordsmanship also changed the East Kingdom forever.

They are fundamentally different from other Swordmasters. If other Swordmasters are mechanically superior, then Heber and the General possess both numerical and mechanical prowess... When facing Swordmasters with only mechanical prowess, they possess an overwhelming advantage.

The golden rice slid from Hebe's palm as she walked along the desolate royal road towards the center of the city.

The fox's pupils turned from dark green to bright gold, and a cold divinity overflowed in its glance.

......

Under the clear and bright moonlight.

Hayashizaki Jinsuke walked alone on the long street, with blood dripping from the tip of the long knife.

Two translucent dragon whiskers floated towards him like living things and wrapped around the hilt of his sword.

As the founder of sword-drawing techniques, Hayashizaki Jinsuke's battles always end quickly - after all, the essence of Iaijutsu is speed and accuracy.

Killing people does not require destroying the city, just a piece of metal enough to slit the throat is enough.

Hayashizaki Jinsuke once worshipped gods and practiced swordsmanship with his father. It was a carefree time until his father was ambushed and killed by a swordsman from a fellow clan. As a gesture of humiliation, the swordsman spared the young Hayashizaki Shinsuke and instead left a disfiguring scar on his face with his knife.

Hatred, pain, resentment, shame...all of these became the cornerstones of Hayashizaki Jinsuke's growth.

He knew that he didn't have the talent to master more beautiful swordsmanship, nor did he have the strength to split mountains and rocks, but he didn't need these, because he just needed to kill people, as long as he killed faster than others, that was enough, in order to avenge his father.

When the sword, simmering with rage for thousands of days and nights, was unsheathed and cleaved the head of his enemy, Hayashizaki Jinsuke had reached the realm of a master swordsman.

After taking revenge, he did not open a dojo, but only taught swordsmanship to a few disciples. Then he began to travel around, imitating other swordsmen.

Later, he was invited to the heavenly city of Kyoto, where he fought with swordsmen.

It’s hard to say what Hayashizaki Jinsuke thinks about the Ceremony of the Full Moon, but it’s good to come here and see it for yourself.

After all... after mastering the Iai swordsmanship that surpasses Tengu Sho, Hayashizaki Jinsuke is no longer the child who watched his father being killed in front of him and was powerless to do anything.

He has plenty of time to do what he wants to do at his leisure.

At this moment, a petite figure came from the end of the long street.

"Another swordsman?" Hayashizaki Jinsuke reached out and pressed the hilt of the sword.

Come closer.

Hayashizaki Jinsuke waited for the moment when the figure walked into the circle of his sword.

But the figure stopped dozens of meters away.

She raised her finger, pointed it at Hayashizaki Jinsuke from a distance, and spoke.

"Duh!"

An invisible and intangible noise suddenly rang in Hayashizaki Jinsuke's ears.

The surroundings suddenly became dark. Hayashizaki Jinsuke panicked and wanted to draw his sword and look around, but his hand touched something wet and sticky, and a pale face turned over.

It was his father's face.

The small shrine was filled with blood.

Hayashizaki Jinsuke screamed in despair. He tried desperately to draw his sword, but the more he thought about it, the more the memory of Iaijutsu flowed away from his mind like water.

He was once again the child who had watched his father die.

Under the moonlight, the man curled up in pain, tears streaming down his face.

Heber pulled out a transparent tendon and two dangling dragon whiskers from his body with an expressionless face.

The moment she came into contact with these things, she "saw" all the swordsmen and sword masters who were in Kyoto at that moment.

Naturally they also "saw" Hebe.

Those dark green eyes that revealed a hint of anger and gold—

..②?Zero?ba service ０ on three? Lu Yan....

"What an unreasonable monster!" Miyamoto Musashi's mouth grinned wider and wider, and her pupils were gradually filled with excitement.

Behind her, Honda Tadakatsu, leaning on a gun, fell to the ground silently.

A voice sounded in her ear.

"Miyamoto Musashi..."

......

In Mingyuefang, Chiyome Mochizuki bowed in the direction of Heber.

On the messy ground, the blind old swordsman sat leaning against the wall, smiling silently.

"Mochiyoko Mochiyo..."

......

Outside the pavilion, Ito Ittosai and Yagyu Munenori looked at each other and walked towards Heber together.

Hozoin Yinshun put away his gun, and his innocent face was filled with a sense of transcendent holiness - and on the other side, Togo Shigeie's head with furious eyes was nailed to the plaque.

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Kojiro turned and left. His target was not Heber, the intruder.

However, before Kojiro could turn around, Heber's voice rang clearly in his ears.

"Sasaki Kojiro."

......

In an instant, Heber had named all the existing sword masters and sword masters.

"I don't have the energy to go after you all one by one."

Heber's voice remained calm, but they could tell what emotions were suppressed in it.

"All of you, come to Suzaku Street—the Waxing Moon Ceremony will end tonight."

East Country Volume: 栮靈巴焐凌踹⒊Liu Jue 120 Defeat the Sword Saint

The first one to arrive at the battlefield on Suzaku Street was the one closest to him, Hozoin Inshun.

According to historical records, it would take him several decades to master the spearmanship, but for some reason he came here when he was only a little over ten years old.

"Amitabha."

Yinshun, wearing a light blue monk's robe, clasped his hands together and bowed to Hebo: "Your Excellency has appeared before me, and I, a humble monk, cannot pay my respects with full respect. This is my fault."

"I know that you, the Great Master, are angry at the moment, but the Waxing Moon Ceremony may have hidden secrets. I hope you will think twice before acting."

As the monk spoke, he untied the bag on his body, and a sharp claw, a few dragon scales, and a stream of red and black air jumped out of it and flew towards Hebe lively.

He actually admitted defeat on the spot.

The dragon claws, dragon scales, and dragon energy returned to their places, but Hebe's expression did not change much.

Because the little monk raised the cross spear again.

"As a monk, returning the dragon's remains is my duty; protecting myself prudently is wisdom." The soft white cloth slid from the cross spear, the sharp edge slanting towards Heber's brow. "However, I am ultimately a warrior, so I am willing to be unwise."

"Please give me some advice, great authority!"

The watery moonlight shone on the little monk, and shadows appeared one after another behind him.

Those phantoms were all Baozangyuan Yinshun at different ages, some were slashing, some were drawing their spears, some were stabbing, and some were blocking.

Then, these phantoms entered the little monk's body one after another.

The young monk adjusted his posture and was about to thrust out with the spear in his hand.

He knew that he would definitely lose, and might even be killed on the spot by the angry Tamamonomae, but as a warrior, he had no reason not to challenge the strong.

However, Hebe just looked at him quietly.

"Is this your wish?" The colorless sword energy burst out from under her lips and teeth, making a clanging sound of metal.

The little monk swallowed his saliva and said, "Yes!"

The next moment, an invisible buzzing sound rang out from all directions, and the invisible sword that seemed to be imbued with the will of God easily bypassed Baozangyuan's gun.

Baozangyuan Yinshun was caught in a dilemma and could not even hold on for a second before an invisible sword was put on his neck.

The young monk stood there in a daze, knowing that if he did not hand over the dragon body in advance, he would be torn apart in an instant.