Hiramatsu Takehiko was instantly scared out of his wits. Of course he could hear the icy killing intent in the other man's voice.
At that moment, he knew that any further excuses would be meaningless.
So he hurriedly shouted, "Everyone, protect me! Kill him! Kill this man!"
Hiramatsu Takehiko had arranged for quite a few people to protect him when he took to the battlefield this time.
Originally, it had been a precaution against the National Preceptor harboring disloyal intentions.
Yet he had never expected the National Preceptor to die just like that, or to provoke such a terrifying god of slaughter!
The wretched state of those monster soldiers was still vivid in his mind.
How could he fail to guess whose handiwork it was now?
He knew Ishikura Yoshiaki all too well. The Land of Fangs simply wasn't capable of anything like this.
But where on earth had that hidebound fool found outside help?
Hiramatsu Takehiko couldn't understand it. He'd practically had dragons right in the enemy's face-how could he still lose?
If Shinji knew, he would definitely tell him, "You were already popping champagne at halftime! With you jinxing yourself like that, who else would lose if not you?!"
Whoosh!
Shinji hurled the Kubikiribōchō with all his strength.
The spinning Kubikiribōchō carved a bloody path, breaking the blades and killing anyone who dared stand between the two men.
Then, without losing any momentum, it pinned Hiramatsu Takehiko to the ground!
Hiramatsu Takehiko couldn't even scream. His mouth was full of blood, and all he could make were hoarse... hoarse... sounds.
"You know, I'm not the least bit curious about all those things between your two countries...
"You know, I'm not the least bit curious about all those things between your two countries Hiramatsu Takehiko was instantly scared out