He is strong, they are strong, all glory and all loss, just like... the millions of comrades his great-grandfather once had... From now on, he no longer fights alone!
"Step...."
The sound of footsteps resounds....
Amidst a hail of bullets, in the gleam of swords and sabers....
Roy's double Taiyi, holding a scripture, the robe fluttered, moved!
"Praise the sun, Dorou, can you handle the outside?"
"Young master, just go ahead!"
Haseki Dorou, with a fiery palm, strikes down a black-clad man coming from the side, enduring the explosion, smiles and says, "Before I die, I will not let anyone disturb you, young master."
Roy smiles gently, stepping on the sludge, reappears, bypassing layers of encirclement, strides into the church, standing steadily in the dilapidated but still sacred hall!
"Nen user?" Bolton's narrow eyes, sharp as an eagle's gaze, looked at him... Roy steps out of the swamp space, looking at him calmly from ten meters away, saying little, stretches out his right hand, a gleam of light sparkling, instantly manifesting a Shallow Strike in his hand.
"Ho... still a Conjuration type!" The last piece of beef going down his throat, Bolton tosses the knife and fork, stands tall, and in a moment, bursts out his own , charging ferociously towards Roy!
"Boom!" A strong smell of "gunpowder" assaults....
Roy's black hair flies wildly as he frowns to feel... Bolton's is different from his own, different from his father's, it's rising by the moment, as if stepping on drumbeats, with every explosion outside adding another beat, suddenly thinking of something... squints towards a corner of the side hall, and calmly says: "Unexpectedly, the grand Kakin Empire does not manage its own territory well, but instead runs to mix in the garbage dump...."
"Is that Ilya?"
"Go back and tell your master Melena, Meteor Street is a garbage dump, not a nest for her to spread 'plague'!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The battle outside intensifies to a fever pitch....
With independent consciousness, living people are ultimately not the unfeeling puppets Kuroro used to deal with Sisko... Lacking command, not to mention, they are far less determined to self-destruct than puppets, which gives Haseki Dorou the opportunity to fight a guerrilla war....
He is like a "flame assassin" walking in the shadows, constantly harvesting the lives of the black-clad men,
As their master, Bolton remains expressionless, indifferent, but upon hearing Roy's words... he squints and suddenly gazes fiercely!
Another middle-aged man emerges from a corner of the side hall, one in the middle, one providing support, forming a pincer movement, encircling Roy....
"What a formidable !" The middle-aged man claps his hands, gazing intently at Roy, "I thought it was someone else, turns out it's you who has been disturbing my mind...."
Ilya, in a well-tailored close-fitting suit, his slicked-back hair gleaming, makes his appearance... making Kuroro and the others on the mountaintop watching go alert!
The Seventh Elder... "The Ruler"... Ilya!
It was him, like a mountain, standing in front of Boss Belrus, stopping him from trying to change Meteor Street through legitimate business!
But, limited by structure and vision, all the little spiders that are as tender as grass currently would not think that...
The so-called elder, the so-called mountain, are not important to Roy, after all,,,, the youth holding a scripture, dressed in priestly attire, sniffs a familiar scent from Ilya and the sinister youth Bolton a second before they reveal themselves, it is——
"Faith"!
"Viral" faith!
"You actually know Melena?" Bolton looks at Roy expressionlessly: "Then you should know that here, for us 'patients,' is paradise."
"After all——"
Bolton listens to the explosions, spreads his hands and says, "Only here is killing freely not held accountable, Pastor... What do you think?"
Melena, full name: Melena Brute, illegitimate daughter of Kakin Empire's King Nabys Pork and a lover, the supporter behind Prince Tserriednich Pork, and also the actual controller of one of Kakin Empire's current three underground major gangs — the Ai-Yi-Yi family!
Nenryoku... : Can propagate "sick people" (MEMBER) through saliva delivered by kissing.
Sick people include but are not limited to Melena, totaling up to 23 people, and killing increases levels, enhancing Sense amount and power.
When a sick person reaches LV20, they can awaken a unique "Nen ability" of their own, reaching LV100 and can even become Patient 0 (MEMBER 0), gaining the ability to "infect" others like Melena, developing a unique group of infection at will.
This method of "spreading the virus" aligns greatly with "Grace" in some regards!
Perhaps in Melena's understanding, "sick people" are "believers," "virus" is "faith," and the reason for setting a limit on herself... is that she can only endure the [natural] backlash from the 23 believers she holds, even...
Roy associates it with the message Melena will release in the future on the Black Whale —— "The only meaning of my life is to destroy everything," and starting to instruct believers to indiscriminately start a war with internal factions on the ship, deeply suspects...
She has already fallen into some sort of "polluted" obsession state, plainly taking a step into the edge of losing control!
Thoughts spinning, facing Bolton's question, Roy does not want to answer, nor does he care to... If Tsugikuni Yoriichi were here, he would undoubtedly be furious and ask the opponent: "What do you take life as?"
But Roy won't, Roy will only... Answer the question with the sword in his hand!
"Bolton, Sick Person No. 17, Level: lv41, Manifested Nen Amount: C- (14581/100000)..."
"Ilya, Sick Person No. 5, Level: LV50, Manifested Nen Amount: C (57414/100000)..."
If according to Melena's promise to sick persons in the original work, killing an ordinary person increases 1 level, a Nen user 10 levels, a prince 50 levels, and furthermore, as levels accumulate, requires more and more heads.....
This Bolton and Ilya, in terms of "ordinary person," each holds at least hundreds of lives, even thousands!
"Puhuh~" Shallow Strike senses Roy's anger, turns red, ignites, two fire dragons surging out....
Ilya feels the scorching heat rushing at him, expressionlessly tells Bolton: "Be careful, this guy's can read minds, it's best to block him before making a move!"
"You don't need to tell me." Bolton reveals his hands, "Old rules, kill him, split the experience."
"Bang!" Left hand holding "Sun," right hand holding "Moon," Bolton claps his double fists together!
Taking initiative... at the right time, an "arrowhead" shoots over his hand, like a shadow snake, catching the gap of 3 to 5 seconds activation, nimbly, it bites the "explosion," rushing to Roy's face.
Roy gripping the Shallow Strike, his pupils show the Great Sun, precisely one slash accompanied by flames, hitting the arrowhead... only to hear——
A far more intense explosion than the self-destructing "bomb men" outside several times resounding fiercely!
Launched personally by Bolton, is evidently several times stronger than those "human bombers" outside!
"Crashing~" The spire chapel trembles... rubble vibrating, falling dust.....
Fighting outside, constantly entangled with the black-clad men, Haseki Dorou... perched on the mountaintop of the garbage heap, relying on a telescope to peek the three little ones, all glance aside....
Kuroro, Shalnark, Pakunoda, even the most composed Kuroro finds it hard to hide his daze, witnessing a scene he would never forget——
The youth holding a sword, after slashing the explosion, gazes passionately at the Shallow Strike in his hand, stroking the blade with his fingers, murmuring: "It's okay, it's my fault, I neglected practicing swordsmanship recently, don't worry,,, I'm making up for it now..."
"Full power of Faith, enhance all into Swordsmanship!"
"Bankai!"