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Gilgamesh raised his chin and motioned for Hado to lead the way.

As for what exactly happened,

The most direct and effective way was to ask the person involved.

Realizing that the current atmosphere was not suitable for a beginner's self-introduction to the God's Inquisitor.

The two new Fu Mourning God bowed in the direction of Gilgamesh,

And followed behind him to the God's Room.

Firefly and Yamamochi Kokuhiro sat on the bench outside the God's Room.

Their clean and tidy outfits were tattered by sharp weapons.

Their exposed skin was full of wounds and blood.

One of them was wearing a white coat and thin-rimmed glasses.

The Fu Mourning God, who was between a teenager and a boy, was squatting beside Firefly and Yamamochi Kokuhiro.

He carefully treated their wounds with gauze dipped in medicinal wine.

In fact, this had no practical effect. Kendo Shiro knew very well that Fu Mourning God was simply a spiritual body. Human medicine naturally could not heal the damage to the soul.

However, the Chinese herbs that grew in the mountains and rivers also contained a very small amount of spiritual power, which could at least slightly relieve the pain.

As the elder brother of many short swords, Kendo Shiro unconsciously included Firefly in his protection range. He lectured Firefly like a real elder brother, "After the Ultimate Guard blocked a fatal attack for you, you still rushed forward without caring about anything.

Do you want to die? "

He really did not understand. When he first met Firefly and Yamamochi Kokuhiro in Hakodate, they were full of fighting spirit and vitality.

They looked much happier than the ordinary Fu Mourning God.

And the God's Inquisitor, who was willing to equip them with the Ultimate Guard and all high-grade swords, obviously would not order them to break their swords.

That would be too much of a loss.

Why would he rush into a battlefield where even a high-grade saber could be injured, as if he was unafraid of death?

Not to mention that they did not even have enough members to form a team.

Fortunately, there was the First Blood Return Mechanism.

When he defeated the last enemy and saw the swords and sabers among the flowers, Firefly fell down with a clang.

They were brought back to this Honmaru.

However, the Divine Inquisitor was not there.

Only his younger brother, Hado, stayed behind to guard Honmaru.

There was no way to treat it.

Hado led them to the waiting room.

Kendo and Horikawa Kunihiro had successfully undergone specialization in the last battle. Their data had been reset, and their injuries had been automatically healed, so they were in good condition.

Firefly was about to say something when she saw Gilgamesh slowly approaching from the door.

"M-Master …" His voice was somewhat guilty. Repairing the odachi would take a lot of spiritual energy, time, and resources, right?

The newly appointed God's Inquisitor did not have many resources, and they had to use the few resources in the Honmaru before they could go on an expedition to help the God's Inquisitor. The obedient and sensible Firefly lowered her head deeply.

Hearing the call, Yamamochi Kokuhiro, who was hugging his knees and curling up in the corner of the bench, straightened his body. Kendo, who was focused on applying medicine for his companion, also put down the cotton in his hand and stood up to salute the God's Inquisitor.

So there was another Fu Mourning God. Gilgamesh glanced at Kendo and did not say much. He went straight to the point. "Bring me the body that needs to be touched."

"General, Firefly's and Kokuhiro's damaged body are in the waiting room. A series of tools such as powdered powder and oiled paper have been prepared. Please …"

Just when Kendo thought that the God's Inquisitor did not know the procedure and wanted to give him a brief introduction and invite Gilgamesh to the waiting room to heal the sword, Hado rushed to Kendo's side and interrupted him. "Yes, master.

Please wait a moment. We'll go get it now. "After saying that, he pulled Kendo into the waiting room for no reason.

After a while, two short swords came to Gilgamesh's side with the almost broken odachi and the sword.

The sword itself was even more damaged than the Fu Mourning God. The sword was covered with fine lines, and there were large and small gaps on the blade. It was not hard to imagine that it had gone through a fierce battle.

"All things are impermanent, there is no self in all dharmas."

The Fu Mourning God stood quietly at the side with his hands clasped together and silently recited a passage of Buddhist scripture. He sighed softly. "Let me pray for their recovery!"

His long black hair extended to his ankles, and a long string of purple prayer beads hung on his chest. His eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes fluttered gently like two butterflies flapping their wings. His whole body exuded a noble and untouchable aura.

When Gilgamesh took over Kokuhiro's body, the Fu Mourning God in the waiting room held his breath for fear of disturbing him.

Because if he used too much strength or lost his grip and dropped the sword, it could lead to irreversible consequences.

It turned out that they were completely overthinking. The God's Inquisitor's hand was very steady.

Even if Gilgamesh's movements were very casual, the temperament of a veteran who had been on the battlefield for many years could not be concealed.

The process was faster than expected. Gilgamesh's vast spiritual energy surged into the sword. Kokuhiro could not help but groan. He felt that the spiritual energy madly surging into his body was about to break through the barrier and overflow.

In just a moment, the sword that was originally full of scars returned to its original sharpness, a sharp weapon that could cut through iron like mud.

The spiritual energy that had not completely dissipated surrounded the sword, emitting a faint halo. It was beautiful and dreamy.

Gilgamesh held the sword hilt and waved it in the air twice. He was not very satisfied with the feel of the sword, so he casually threw it to Kokuhiro to prepare his subordinates to heal.

"Thank you, Master."

Kokuhiro hurriedly received his body and put it back into the scabbard. The wounds on his body had been completely healed by the recovery of his body.

There was not a trace of injury on his smooth skin. Even his clothes were intact.

"Master, do you want to rest for a while before you heal me?" Firefly suggested to Gilgamesh.

Repairing the odachi was very time-consuming. Firefly was worried that the God's Inquisitor would not be able to take it.

Moreover, as long as the sword was not attacked again, the wounds would not worsen. It was fine to wait a little longer.

"No need. Wang doesn't have that much time to stay here and play healing games with you."

Gilgamesh flatly refused. He picked up the odachi and used the same method to inject his spiritual energy into the sword.

Just like before, a brand-new odachi was thrown to Firefly.

The Fu Mourning God and the sword simultaneously had a new understanding of the God's Inquisitor's power. Their master did not use any tools at all. It was as easy as eating or drinking water for him to heal the sword.

"Then let the trial begin."

Gilgamesh did not give the Fu Mourning God time to introduce himself or take a breath. He took two steps back and sat on the bench. His sharp gaze swept across the Fu Mourning God and finally stopped on Firefly and Kokuhiro. "Wang is very curious about how you were injured."

The general did not know about this. Could it be that Firefly acted on her own?

Kendo and the new Fu Mourning God guessed in their hearts.

Gilgamesh's tone did not show any anger, heartache, or anger. He was just asking questions as if he was asking about the weather or what they wanted to eat for lunch. But for some reason, it made their scalp tingle.

The Death Gods of Fu couldn't help but think of a long, long time ago, in the era of monarchs. The monarch controlled everyone's lives and sat alone on the high platform above tens of thousands of people. He was awe-inspiring without being angry, and his every frown and smile affected countless people. That was probably what he was like.

Firefly took a step forward. As the team leader, he naturally had to take full responsibility.

He knew that Gilgamesh did not want to hear an apology or guarantee. He had to tell the truth to the God's Inquisitor.

"I heard from my master that he wanted a Fu Mourning God who could discuss philosophy with you. He could not find one in the War of the Wu Chen. So, after his level exceeded the upper limit of the battlefield, he went to other battlefields …"

The new Fu Mourning God held his breath. As expected, he acted on his own.

"Wang did not give you the time of the other battlefields."

Gilgamesh's tone became dangerous. He opened and closed the pocket watch in his hand. The sound of metal clanking was especially obvious in the quiet environment.

The Government of the Hour said that only when the God's Inquisitor adjusted the needle on the pocket watch to a specific time, the Fu Mourning God would be able to reach that location through the space-time converter.

Are you trying to deceive this prince?