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Was this a series of calculations just to bring me here?
After a brief consideration, Sakurai lowered his head and focused his attention on the shadows under the red mist, and the sticky and pungent blood under the shadows.
What he is standing on, what he is seeing, and everything his eyes touch is Kayako.
It becomes clear once you realize this, doesn't it?
What he smelled was the stench of Kayako's rotting corpse.
He is now in Kayako's [world].
Such facts were clearly laid out before him.
So what's next?
They took great pains to bring him to this place, it's impossible that they wanted to trap him to death here.
This may be a good plan, but it is definitely not Kayako's style.
This guy, consumed by hatred, turned into a curse, and her only thought was to kill all living humans with her own hands.
All her actions are centered around this.
Now that she is sealed by the bartender, Kayako, who has been unable to kill anyone, will never let go of herself who has come to her.
Especially when he himself is more tempting to the spirits than Tang Monk's flesh.
What did I say? Isn't this...
Here you go~
With the corners of his mouth raised slightly, Sakurai watched the bloody liquid rising and gradually submerging his knees.
The endless liquid exudes a strong fishy smell, which is a very special smell that only blood has.
From the sea of blood, bubbles of various sizes kept emerging and finally burst.
Help comes with the bursting of bubbles.
A sound was heard in his ears, and Sakurai looked down in the direction of the sound, only to see a face floating in the blood.
Pale and resentful, with a scarred face hidden under disheveled hair, is this Kayako?
He raised his foot and stomped hard on the face, and the sick woman's face turned into black gas and disappeared.
Before Sakurai could breathe a sigh of relief.
Sleep bulged again, and a lot of hair spread out like spider silk flew out and wrapped Sakurai up.
In just a moment, his body was tightly entangled in it.
The tightly wrapped hair made Sakurai look like a huge cocoon.
It was as if countless snakes were constantly wriggling on Sakurai's body, wrapping around her tighter and tighter. In less than a minute, Sakurai's body, which was tightly entangled in the hair, was compressed by half.
The boiling hot blood was drawn from Sakurai's body by the black hair and finally injected into the blood on the ground.
The [Sea of Blood] here is made up of the blood of everyone who has accidentally entered it.
Are you at your wits' end?
Got the checkmate?
I am not the same person I was before.
Sakurai vaguely remembered that in the past not long ago, he had conquered the ghost of a giant spider.
If he hadn't relied on reading the future timeline to avoid the giant spider's fatal move and not been entangled by the spider silk.
Maybe there would be no me now.
But, when you meet someone after three days, you should look at him with new eyes. He is no longer the same person he was back then.
He is definitely not "Amon of Wu". Since he recovered his past memories, he has become stronger faster than anyone else.
The killing moves that he couldn't handle back then, he doesn't need to worry about them now.
Kayako, I have been tricked by you once, how could I be killed by you in the same way again?
Sakurai, who was wrapped in the hair cocoon, closed his eyes.
The next moment——
Blade beams emerged from the pitch-black cocoon that was wrapped tightly without any gaps or vents.
The flashing blade light instantly cut off all the hair wrapped around Sakurai's body.
Ninety-nine percent of the body's water was lost, the entire jaw disappeared, and the entire body was covered with white holes left by the gnawing.
There was not a trace of blood or moisture, his eyeballs were as shriveled as longan, and his bones were twisted and dislocated to the size of a child. Sakurai's shriveled corpse fell into the sea of blood.
Then...
Sakurai, who had never let go of Aragami Ya from the beginning to the end, climbed out of the sea of blood again.
"You can't kill me just by saying this."
"Any more?"
"As for other methods, don't hesitate to use them all."
The moment Sakurai finished speaking, bubbles appeared on the sea of blood again.
A wet, disheveled Kayako emerged from the sea of blood.
She slowly raised her head.
Behind the hair that kept dripping with blood were a pair of terrifying, silent, almost twisted eyes that were filled with despair and malice.
Myself!
Here!!
Here!!!
After twitching for a while, Kayako leaned forward, landed on all fours and sank into the sea of blood.
He quickly approached Sakurai with a weird posture that was so uncoordinated that it seemed as if every limb was in the wrong position.
At the same time, all the hair that was submerged in the sea of blood began to spread as if it had life, turning into huge nets that surrounded Sakurai.
"I'm not a Saint Seiya, but please don't use the same trick on me a second time."
Sakurai, who had been prepared for this, snapped his fingers, and a bit of soul flame dripped along the tip of Huang Shen Ya's knife onto the sea of blood.
The tiny sparks turned into a sea of fire the moment they came into contact with the sea of blood.
Then it began to spread, and in an instant it burned Kayako's hair net.
This is not the end yet, and they will not give up until they achieve their goal.
After destroying Kayako's hair, they rushed towards Kayako, who was lying on all fours.
Kayako, who had offended Sakurai's authority, must be burned to death.
52. Kayako made a sharp explosion
As the saying goes, it is impolite not to reciprocate. Now that Kayako's offensive is over, it's my turn.
I'll show you a pleasure.
With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Sakurai, standing in the sea of fire, stretched his right hand back and accurately inserted it into the shoulder bag. The next moment, a large war hammer that should have appeared on the battlefield came into Sakurai's hand.
Holding the eight-sided silver hammer tightly, Sakurai raised it casually as if he was cracking a walnut and then dropped it heavily, hitting Kayako, who had changed her hairstyle and was crawling backwards in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
With a bang, Kayako, whose skin and flesh were torn and whose entire back was broken, lay in a sea of blood, unable to move.
Without any mercy or hesitation, Sakurai put one foot on Kayako's back as expected, and met her with another hammer with an expressionless face. This time...
Kayako's head exploded like a watermelon.
In an instant, brain matter splattered.
Kayako's brain mixed with blood turned into a foul-smelling filth and hit Sakurai's face.
Sakurai wiped the dirt off his face and was so disgusted that he used the poker face taught by Kirisu Mafuyu to maintain his dignity as a warrior.
Just like that, watching Kayako's body turn into blood and disappear, Sakurai knew that it was not over yet, or rather...
The war between him and Kayako has just begun.
Yes, the confrontation between them was no different from a war.
after all...
If released, any one of them could destroy a country by himself.
It is not an exaggeration to describe the battle between them as a war.
It can even be said that this suffix is just right to describe what he is going to do next.
The moment Kayako's body completely dissolved, the sea of blood began to fluctuate.
It made a gurgling sound like boiling water.
A large number of blood bubbles appeared and then exploded one by one, as if triggering a chain reaction.
One by one, women with pale skin and twisted limbs appeared in front of him with their hair loose and their heads lowered.
The bubbling sounds of "lololo, lololo" came from all directions continuously.
These...
Without a doubt, they are all Kayako.
A vast expanse of darkness was visible to the naked eye, and Sakurai couldn't even see the end at a glance.
Looking at this scene, Sakurai raised his eyebrows unconsciously.
This is...
Do you want to kill me with human wave tactics?
Indeed, if this is really the location of Kayako's core resentment, then her clones are simply unlimited.
A pair of hands that were rotten and covered with wounds and pustules grabbed Sakurai's arms, and the next moment they were burned to ashes by the soul fire that was wrapped around them.