Seriously injured …

The first time the historical revisionists tried to change the course of history was during the War of the Wu Chen. The Fu Mourning God started the war in Hakodate, followed by Aizu, Utsunomiya, Toba, and other places.

In this era, the Time Reversal Army was only a basic force. Not only did they not have long-range firepower, but they also had weak melee equipment.

The Fu Mourning God who set out in the early morning had rested for a night, had eaten breakfast, and was full of energy. He even brought the best equipment and horses, so it was reasonable to say that there was no possibility of him being injured.

The time coordinate set by the Time Converter was called "Memory of the Restoration". Without returning to the original location and changing the coordinates, the Fu Mourning God could not enter the high-level battlefield.

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

As for what happened, the most direct and effective way was to ask the person involved.

Sensing that the current atmosphere was not suitable for introducing themselves to the Divine Inquisitor, the two new Fu Mourning God bowed in the direction of Gilgamesh and followed him to the Hand Room.

Firefly and Yamamochi Kokuhiro were sitting on a bench outside the Hand Room. Their clean and tidy outfits were torn by sharp weapons, and their exposed skin was full of wounds and bloodstains.

A Fu Mourning God, who was wearing a white coat and thin-rimmed glasses, was squatting beside Firefly and Yamamochi Kokuhiro. He was carefully treating their wounds with gauze dipped in medicinal wine.

In fact, this did not have any practical effect. Kendo Shiro knew very well that the Fu Mourning God was simply a spiritual body. Human medicine naturally could not heal the damage to the soul.

However, the herbs that grew in the mountains and rivers also contained a very small amount of Reiki, which could at least alleviate the pain.

As the elder brother of many short swords, Kendo Shiro unknowingly 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. Moreover, the Divine Inquisitor, who was willing to equip them with Ultimate Guard and all high-grade swords, would obviously not order them to break their swords.

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 have enough members.

Fortunately, the team leader had a one-blood teleport mechanism. When they defeated the last enemy and saw the swords among the flowers, Firefly fell down with a "clang" and they were brought back to the Honmaru.

However, the Divine Inquisitor was not there. Only his younger brother, Hado, was left to guard the Honmaru. There was no way to heal them, so Hado led them to the staff room to wait.

Kendo and Horikawa Kunihiro were successfully specialized in the last battle. Their data was reset, and their injuries were automatically healed, so they were in good condition.

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

"Mas, master..." He sounded guilty. It took a lot of Reiki, time, and resources to repair the Odachi, right?

The newly-appointed Divine Inquisitors did not have many resources. Before they could go on an expedition to bring back resources for the Divine Inquisitors, they had to use up the few resources in their pills … The obedient and sensible Firefly lowered its head deeply.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro, who was hugging his knees and curling up in the corner of the bench, heard the call. Kendo, who was concentrating on applying medicine for his companion, also put down the cotton in his hand and stood up to salute the Divine Inquisitor.

So there was a Fu Mourning God. Gilgamesh glanced at Kendo and did not say anything. He went straight to the point. "Bring me the bodies that need to be touched."

"General, Firefly and Kokuhiro's damaged bodies are in the Hand Room. A series of tools such as powdered powder and oiled paper have been prepared. Please..."

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

Please wait for a moment. We'll go get it now. "After saying that, he pulled Kendo into the Hand Room without any reason.

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

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

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

The Fu Mourning God, who was standing quietly at the side, put his palms 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. He exuded a noble aura that could only be seen but not touched.

When Gilgamesh took over Kokuhiro's body, the Fu Mourning God in the room held his breath, afraid to disturb him.

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

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

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

The process of entering the sword 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 crazily surging into his body was about to break through the barrier and overflow.

In just a moment, the Odachi and the Odachi, which were originally riddled with scars, were restored to their original sharp, sharp weapons 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 him.

"Thank you, Master."

Kokuhiro hurriedly received his body and put it back into the scabbard. The wounds on his body had already been completely healed by the restoration 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 Divine Inquisitor would not be able to take it.

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

"There's 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.

At the same time, the Fu Mourning God and the Odachi had a new understanding of the Divine Inquisitor's power. Their master did not use any tools at all. He healed the severely injured Odachi and the Odachi as easily as eating or drinking.

"Now, let's begin the trial."

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 eyes 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 were going to eat for lunch. But for some reason, it made their scalps tingle.

The Death Gods of Fu couldn't help but think of a long, long time ago, in the era of monarchs, there was a king who controlled everyone's lives and sat alone on a high throne above tens of thousands of people. He was awe-inspiring without being angry, and his every frown and smile could affect countless people.

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 Divine Inquisitor everything without hiding anything.

"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 clashing against metal was especially obvious in the quiet environment.

The Government of the Hour said that only when the Divine Inquisitor adjusted the needle on the pocket watch to a certain point in time could the Fu Mourning God reach that place through the space-time converter.

Are you trying to deceive this prince?

"I know."

The black-haired, blue-eyed boy looked at Firefly who was on the verge of falling. He leaned his body to support him and hurriedly explained to Gilgamesh, "Because we participated in the Government of the Hour's' Combat Force Expansion Plan '. This battlefield is not at any point in history. It's just a stage built by the Government of the Hour to expand the combat force of the Divine Inquisitors. So, we can go to any place we want.

We just wanted to give it a try, but we didn't expect to really reach E4. "

Gilgamesh pondered for a few seconds and retracted his dangerous aura.

He closed his eyes and connected to the data network of the Martyrs' Palace to obtain information about the 'Combat Force Expansion Plan'.

The data network was connected to the Spiritual Sea. Looking back in time, Gilgamesh looked at the four combined battlefields in the database. No matter what, it was difficult for the five of them to even pass E2. How did they pass E3 and reach E4?

The compass rotated, and a few humans with talismans covering their faces quietly changed the battlefield data.

He heard them complain, "If Gilgamesh doesn't want to fight, how can we get his combat data to report to the higher-ups?"

"Well, I can't help it!

Let's just collect data on his sword and make do with it. "

"They're all Soul-Splitting Swords. What's the difference in their data?" the first human to speak continued.

"That's not necessarily true. Have you ever seen Yamamochi Kokuhiro dressed up neatly without a torn sheet?

Didn't they want to go to E4? Let's satisfy them. We can also collect data on the extreme state of the swords... "

Gilgamesh opened his eyes and a strange smile appeared on his lips. The Fu Mourning God present shuddered at the same time. Someone was going to be unlucky.

He glanced at the three Fu Mourning God newcomers and asked Firefly, "So, which sword did you bring back for Wang to discuss philosophy with?"