When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

Ikoma held the blade to prevent it from being inserted into his chest, but he never used his other hand, so he kept his breasts exposed, with his head held high, as if he was going to die heroically .

[Picture: Ikoma] Link: https://novel-cdn.kuangxianggit./uploads/chapterimgsnew/492/15852/180111/191734-49972.jpg "Why don't you use your right hand?!" Sifangchuan calamus obviously found Ikoma With this movement, he looked at his idle right hand behind him. "Grab my sleeve and bite me!"

"I can't do it!"

"Why?!"

"I swore it with this hand!!" Ikoma roared out his conviction as Yong Ye expected, with awe-inspiring righteousness. "Never run away again, even if it is for self-saving, I will never trample on other people's lives! The enemy that should be defeated is Kabane! Defeating Kabane is the meaning of my existence!?"

...Yong Ye could hear this confusing and embarrassing dialogue from a distance, it felt like a dialogue like a bad two-person play after the lines were matched with each other, but this made Sifangchuan Acorus and a group of civilians show He became convinced, causing the people to disperse naturally, and the samurai no longer pointed their guns at him.

What Ikoma said, in Yong Ye's eyes, seemed to be saying that as long as he was a human being, he could kill him at will, and he would never fight back.

A cold instinct was born, which made Yong Ye feel unspeakably disgusting. I always felt that Ikoma had been stabbed in the chest, and his chest was raised in a very artificial way.

However, this contrived look seemed to come from the heart, which made him feel speechless and chilled even more.

"I always feel disgusted..."

Yong Ye, who was disgusted, didn't plan to watch this farce anymore, and walked straight to the direction of the bonfire, preparing to eat something.

And at this moment, Wuming happened to be among the group of women cooking, and he was still there, mingling with a group of children, teasing the children and playing with them.

"...Is it really a child?"

Not paying attention to Wuming who was opened by Sifangchuan Calamus and ran out of the carriage to play with children outside, Yong Ye just murmured, and came to the iron stove of the small fire, asking for food.

There was no reason for the refusal, a woman obediently picked up the bowl and filled Yong Ye with a bowl of dumpling soup from the pot.

Holding the bowl and eating the mediocre dumpling, Yong Ye stared at the large bonfire where the funeral was held not far away, with distorted flames reflected in his eyes.

While looking at the flames, he was lost in thought, without stopping, quickly finished eating it, and let the woman beside him fill it up again.

"Well, Master Eternal Night...Because of the current shortage of food in the Kotetsu Castle, there are too many people and there is little food. Lord Iris stipulates that civilians can only eat two meals a day, and even samurai can only eat three standard meals a day..."

"Do you think what Sifangchuan calamus said will work for me? In the final analysis, those worthless family elders are definitely not in the restricted quota, right?"

"If... the old man, that's..."

"Yes, don't talk nonsense, forget it...you go and stay aside, I will pretend."

Ignoring the woman's embarrassment, Yong Ye snatched the spoon from the woman's hand and went straight to serve the food.

He didn't care about the rules of Sifangchuan Calamus at all. Those rules couldn't even restrict those family elders who wore purple turbans and had nothing to do all day long, and naturally it was even more impossible to restrict him.

Of course, Yongye also knows that Sifangchuan Calamus definitely does not want everyone to be equal, but she has a weak personality, and I am afraid that a few casual words from the elders can break her rules.

The elders can break the rules, so why can't he?

It is no exaggeration to say that he is the mainstay of protecting the Iron Fortress. Compared with the elders who waste food, eating to maintain their body functions and keeping themselves in the best condition is the most efficient way to use these foods, isn't it?

Well...although he eats a bit too much because of the non-stop exercise.

Relying on his own strength and violating the regulations, Yong Ye even served three more servings amidst the glaring eyes of the civilians nearby who could only eat one bowl.

In order to maintain his body's consumption, he directly ate four servings by himself, that is, according to the regulations, each civilian has two meals a day, two days of food.

Although he was hostile by the people nearby, he didn't care, and there was no need to care.

After all, he becomes stronger, his martial arts will not regress, and he can continue to fight with strength. Not only can he protect himself, but also because he is a grasshopper on a rope, he can provide protection for the iron castle and the people on the iron castle. Good thing for these people too.

But these people just don't understand, they only know that he eats much more than them, which is unfair, but they don't see what Yong Ye has paid.

On the contrary, for Yong Ye, this is just what he deserves. He has paid more than them, and he deserves more food. Is it possible that he still has to take into account the thoughts of these commoners? Fight on your belly?

This world is full of death and destruction, everyone is just desperately struggling to survive, and Yongye is no exception, so he doesn't have much time to care about others.

After almost eating and drinking enough, Yong Ye ignored the hostility nearby, walked to the side and looked at the star-studded night sky, intending to take a break to digest food.

However, before he calmed down to rest, Wuming behind him started to speak surprisingly, as if he was asking the women here for... blood after putting down the child.

"Ah... blood?"

"It's red..." Under the puzzled question of the girl wearing the steam craftsman's coat, Wuming with a bloodthirsty smile vividly compared a beheading action and gave an overly detailed explanation. "It's the kind of thing that spews out when you cut someone down."

"That thing...you are..."

"Didn't I say that? I am Kabaneri, and half of them belong to Kabane, so I can't eat ordinary food. I need some Kabane food."

As if he didn't understand what kind of impact his words had caused, Wuming still had a shallow smile that made the women nearby feel uneasy, and stared at them, with bloodthirsty desire in his eyes.

[Picture: Bloodthirsty Nameless] Link: https://novel-cdn.kuangxiangit./uploads/chapterimgsnew/492/15852/180111/191920-53281.jpg

Chapter 28 Let me show you what a murderer is

"How should I put it..."

Attracted by their voices not far away, Yong Ye looked over and happened to see the scene where Wuming turned his head to avoid the stone thrown by the woman, and couldn't help whispering to himself. "It's a bit too straightforward. Doesn't this kid know how to hide his intentions? But...can't eat human food but needs to drink blood, um... probably expected? After all, the body belongs to Kabane."

"...Stay away from her, Loach! This guy really is a monster!!"

"There's no way around it, I'm hungry after all."

She was said to be a monster, but Wuming didn't care, but after dodging the stones, she slowly stepped forward to the girl who was closest to her. She was preparing to make dumpling soup for her. The girl in the coat of a steam craftsman walked over, as if It was generally attracted by the blood on the girl's body.

But... Before she could get closer to do anything, there was an exclamation of Kabane's name near the bonfire where the funeral was held.

"Uh...uh uh...uh uh..."

As if sucking desperately, the woman who was kneeling beside the bonfire to pray for blessings made a weird cry while dragging her body, and walked towards the nearby people step by step.

Because of the kimono she was wearing, the rope on the belt was somehow untied, and it became a low-cut kimono every moment. The golden heart on the woman's chest exuded her Kabane identity.

The crowd around them finally looked like they used to face Kabane. They were either sitting down on the ground and screaming miserably in fright, or being run around, or even squatting on the ground and lowering their heads desperately, blocking the crowd. Close your ears and eyes tightly, don't even run like an ostrich, just escape from reality there, as if you can't hear or see, and Kabane can't hear or see, so don't want him.

In fact, to say this about ostriches, it is too insulting to compare these people with ostriches.

The ostrich puts its head and neck close to the ground, in fact, to hear the sound in the distance, which is beneficial to avoid danger early, and also to relax the muscles of the neck and better relieve fatigue. It is not really an escape from reality, nor is it true. Bury your head in the sand, after all, if you do that, the sand will suffocate the ostrich...

"Miss Shinano?!"

Still holding the bowl in his hand, Loach, who was almost attacked, looked at the woman who had turned into Kabane, and exclaimed, obviously knowing her.

With a cold face, Wuming stared at that Kabane without saying a word, decisively untied the ribbon tied with a bow around his neck, and swooped forward, preparing to rush directly to destroy that Kabane.

"Wait! That person..." Loach shouted to stop him.

"...Huh?" Wuming, who hadn't planned to listen, really stopped.