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Although I haven't really tried it yet, since it's an octagonal silver hammer, its strength should be trustworthy.
Anyway...
Under the 1080-degree protection of the Infinite Barrier, Sakurai completely ignored the series of negative effects attached to the Ghost Army Sergeant's magic circle.
Unlike before when he had to constantly refresh his negative status, now he is at 1,000% full status.
The bullet from the matchlock gun swirled in the air and hit Sakurai, easily penetrating his body.
However, after losing the negative effects, it is completely painless.
Sakurai picked up the eight-sided silver hammer on the ground, took three or two steps towards the ghost sergeant who was only skin and bones, and smashed the ghost sergeant on the head with the hammer.
The enormous force of over a thousand pounds smashed his head into pieces in an instant.
The spurting blood hit Sakurai's body, turning him into a bloody man.
Taking advantage of the situation, Sakurai raised the eight-sided silver hammer and smashed the American soldiers who had crawled out of the pool of blood one by one.
"It feels pretty good. I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time."
"But it's not enough. I'm not dead yet."
After Sakurai wiped out all the American soldiers, the resurrected ghost sergeant sighed.
"Will you kill me if you try again?"
"If I were any weaker, could you kill me?"
Holding the grenade at his waist, the sergeant's eyes were full of hope and desire for death.
Outside the huge triangle, an even larger blood-red circle is faintly visible.
“Not sure, but it’s not a big problem.”
"In the end, you're the only one left lying down."
"My leverage completely restrains you, and my immortality is superior to yours."
Sakurai closed his eyes, feeling the warm golden light on his body, and came to this conclusion naturally.
"But I don't want to fight anymore."
"How about we chat."
"remember?"
"Like I said, I have something to talk to you about."
"If you still want to fight me after knowing my purpose, I will responsibly send you away from this world."
Sakurai put away the eight-sided bright silver hammer, lifted the Thousand Hammers and Endless Barrier barrier that was set against him, and walked up to the sergeant with his hands in his pockets.
"it is good."
The struggle and hesitation were visible to the naked eye. The end called death that he had been expecting for many years was only one step away from him. As long as he continued to fight relentlessly, he might be able to get the peace of mind he had always dreamed of.
This was the final moment he had been looking forward to ever since he died and turned into a spirit and was torn apart by those American soldiers.
You should never give up no matter what.
But in the end, his sense of responsibility and backbone as a tough soldier prevailed, and he struggled and painfully let go of the hand that was holding the grenade.
The color of the magic circle being drawn on the ground gradually became lighter. In the end, he did not choose to enter the third stage, so he agreed to Sakurai's request with difficulty.
Starting from the outermost circle, the magic circle made of blood on the ground disappeared. The sergeant's steps softened, and he returned to his original appearance, sitting on the ground and looking up at the sky.
He was really tired. He couldn't get rid of the entanglement of the spirits. He could only watch the dead spirits being devoured. He could only feel pain while he was still alive.
How he looked forward to dying one day.
Hope someone can come...
kill him.
Let him be liberated.
"Want a drink?"
"I brought some with me."
Without giving the ghost sergeant a chance to speak, Sakurai took out a bottle from her shoulder bag and threw it at the ghost sergeant.
I want to emphasize that Sakurai himself does not drink.
He took the sergeant's situation into consideration and made a special detour to buy it on the way here.
"What do you want me to do?"
He raised his hand to catch the soju, unscrewed the cap and put it into his mouth.
The American soldiers who had been gnawing at his body and even eating the ghosts in the graves around him for a long time were now all killed by Sakurai.
He could breathe a sigh of relief for a while before the American soldiers absorbed his spiritual power and resurrected him again.
The pain and despair will temporarily stop.
This is a favor, and he will return it to Sakurai.
"Have you ever heard of Form Generation?"
"So so, so so."
"In short, I want you to protect a child as her [former]."
"Her future is full of ups and downs and hardships. As a teacher, I have my own things to do."
"I need a backup who can help her all the time."
"I don't trust the power she has now, but if it's you, you might be trustworthy."
In the battle just now, Sakurai also confirmed that this ghost sergeant was an extremely upright and iron-blooded soldier.
If it was him, Sakurai could rest assured that the safety of the midnight snack would be entrusted to him.
Perhaps this is the difference between the supernatural and the spirit.
One is alarming, the other is trustworthy.
Once again, Sakurai was moved by this.
"Correspondingly, if you still desire death after that, I will find a way to help you attain rebirth."
"By the way, their enemies are very strong. In the battle, you might also meet your end."
"When protecting others."
"How about it, do you want to agree?"
"If you don't agree, then continue fighting. I'm also curious if your magic circle is further strengthened and its disgusting negative effects can break through my Thousand Hammers and Endless Barrier and affect me."
Sakurai took out a Shiba Inu doll carrying a bag and handed it to the sergeant, then stretched out his other hand and asked softly.
"It would be great if someone could kill me someday."
“I’ll start looking forward to it.”
“I hope that person is you.”
The ghost sergeant sighed, drank the dozens of degrees of shochu in one breath, threw away the empty bottle in his hand, and then held the hand that Sakurai handed over.
His bearded face was filled with hope and desire.
Compared to the peace of mind he now gets from dying, he still...
I am even more worried about the girl that Sakurai mentioned.
The body turned into a ball of blood mist and flowed into the doll.
If I could finally rest in peace, it would be...
How wonderful.
Lamenting and sighing.
In the end, the ghost sergeant made the same choice as he did in his lifetime.
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Are you still willing to help me?
Thank you.
"is it?"
"I hope you can find the joy of living during this time."
"We are both immortal seniors."
In the sergeant, Sakurai saw...
An appearance very similar to myself.
Will he think so in the future?
The ghost sergeant's painful appearance, will this be his end?
Will his future be more miserable and painful than the present?
Sakurai didn't know.
Too lazy to think about it.
For the ghost sergeant, immortality is regarded as a curse.
But what about Sakurai?
Sakurai didn't know, and couldn't possibly understand.
For Sakurai now, it is just like the sergeant in his past life who was able to dominate the battlefield because of this super recovery ability that was close to immortality.
Facing impossible dangers and impossible to defeat enemies again and again.
Sakurai can perform impossible miracles time and time again. His most important trump cards are his immortality and the ability to read future timelines.
Everything else is just icing on the cake; only these two are the real support.