Yokosuka Base, core area.

Amei Lika and the officers of the Self-Defense Force gathered in the war room. The military uniforms and epaulettes of the two countries were flashing under the light, with blonde hair and blue eyes, black hair and black eyes.

Overall, the most common ones in Yokosuka base are officer Amerika. After all, even the island country's own aircraft must not pass through the air defense zone of Yokosuka base without permission. This is not an isolated island, but a land next to Tokyo Bay. It is not an exaggeration to call this overseas enclave of Amerika.

"Damn it, why is there something wrong with the guardian of Shenhara Feixiang?"

"How did the islanders choose the transformer? Fortunately, they didn't rebel by the big guys."

"The other party has already rushed into area d-4, area d-5 has been prepared, area d-6 has been closed. Once area d-5 is broken, the aisle will directly release deadly poison gas."

Kamihara Feixiang was unconscious for a long time and spent cutting-edge medical resources to nothing. The problem is that after the emergence of the Akatsuki organization, the supernatural situation became increasingly serious, and the power of the demon sword could not be so vacant. The island government simply gritted its teeth and arranged Kamihara Feixiang to Yokosuka base.

Instead of dying enough to conduct direct experiments on Shenyuan Feixiang or the Demon Sword, he tried to analyze the Demon Sword without stimulating the Demon Sword. Shenyuan Feixiang could be unconscious, but the Demon Sword must have a new master.

There is too much useful information on the Demon Sword, and the information in the Demon Sword has not been sorted out yet. The user of the Demon Sword is missing. When performing the mission, the government is equivalent to having an arm cut off.

In Yokosuka base, Kamihara Feixiang is still enjoying the top treatment plan, with absolute loyalty protection around him. The number of precious first-generation people is not large. The few people who died with Takishi Shin's death are almost the same, but in this case, a large number of people were drawn to protect him.

The first batch of transformers will receive mental health services regularly to prevent strange distortions in their self-cognitive views.

But the problem arises among the first batch of reformers responsible for guarding. They are obviously absolutely reliable candidates who have been screened, but why did they change badly in the people who will never have any problems?

"The defector is San Shangzhang, an assistant to the Self-Defense Force. His family has been working in the government since the Reform Period..."

A simple and straightforward resume cannot be found. It has a good roots and can be absolutely assured in any country.

As long as the brain circuit is normal, no one will kill colleagues or snatch demon swords in a strictly blocked base. Isn’t this self-destruction of the future?

But it seems to be understandable if it is put on the islanders.

"I am really a man from the island." Amei Lika nodded. When he stepped onto the island on the first day, he was shocked by the strange things that appeared on the news from time to time. "It is understandable and understandable to be able to do such a thing."

In the eyes of almost all Westerners, there is actually no difference between people from the Eastern countries, early sheep people, island people? Oh, aren’t they all Chinese?

With natural prejudice, they consciously or unconsciously label this world with strange labels in their hearts.

"If I had known that the Demon Sword was so simple, I could have recognized the master, so why would I use such trouble to find a new master?"

"yes."

"Don't worry, he can't escape."

The experts doing experiments in the base do not know what happened yet, but in various modular areas, the thick protective doors have been locked, and the network surrounding the defectors is gradually shrinking.

……………………

"Ho, ho, ho."

He pulled out the dagger, and the blind man rushed to the corner of the wall and immediately jumped back. His movements were sensitive and agile, not exactly like his age in his sixties or seventies.

The gray hair was scattered in front of him, and two useless eyes looked ahead.

"ah!"

The defector covered his neck and his white throat grew upwards, hoping to create artificial 'blood vessels' to block the wound.

But the blood flowed so rapidly, and the dagger was extremely accurate in his attack, aiming at the deadly trachea, sealing the blood, but not creating the oxygen needed for life.

The killed soldiers had the right idea. With the holding of guns, humans could actually fight against and transform people. The blind man just attacked with surprise and at the extreme distance between the two sides.

"How can I... die here."

The defector widened his eyes and looked at the blind man standing up with a devourous look on the wall. He saw the blind man shake the blood from the dagger and his eyelids trembled constantly.

He is destined to be a man who saves the world and should not die in the base.

A pride of heaven like him should not die in meaningless things for the benefit of the upper class like other companions. Since the right to life is the most basic and important right in life, why should it be held in the hands of others?

He finally got the divine sword and finally got the recognition of the divine sword. This should not be his ending!

Moreover, he died at the hands of an old blind man, a humble experimental beast.

He could even block the bullets, so how could he not block the small dagger?

This shouldn't be, this shouldn't be!

"Animals... livestock..."

The defector spitted out the last few words, and the world in front of him was completely trapped in darkness.

Listening to the sound of blood flowing out, and then to the heart that had stopped beating completely, the blind man stretched out the road with his toes and moved to the body of the defector.

"Even if you are an old blind man, you can't ignore it carelessly. Please learn this lesson in your next life."

The blind man could not see the wound he caused or the defector's body, but his palm stretched to the side where the defector held the knife like a guide.

grip!

Even after death, the defector still held the hilt tightly, as if it was completely connected with the demon sword.

"cut."

He cut the defector's fingers with a dagger, and the old blind man held the hilt of the demon sword.

Just as soon as he got started, the blind man felt the specialness of the knife handle.

completely……

It is a knife handle that just grinds out by a newly-employed apprentice. It is not suitable for the use of the feet in ancient times.

The rough hilt is so thick that it is scary.

【A header?】

The head refers to a blind man who plays a pipa, zither, zither, or uses rap, massage, and acupuncture as his career. Later, it became a surname.

Listening to the sound from the demon sword, the blind man was not surprised: "Are you a sword?"

【I am the sword.】

【You are learning sword?】

"Learn a little."

[Since you have learned sword, you will become the master of this cursed sword. I think your sword skills are very good and you are a powerful person. However, those who are good at using swords and weapons will die from swords and weapons.]

The blind man smiled: "After birth, there is only one cheap life left. How can you die? Not death?"

[Very good.] The demon sword showed an interesting tone.

It seems that I am surprised by something natural, and it seems that I have discovered something fun.

【So now, tell me your name, human.】

"My last name..."

"Host."

"name……"

"One knife."

The blind man shook the hilt of the sword, and the invisible sword energy came out of the hilt.
Chapter completed!