"Better get out of here now... the dogs are sniffing it out"
……
Underground at [Poor Street]. That is where those who cannot even be given the name of the poor are driven away. Originally an old sewer trail, it is not functioning now, but there are those who have been deprived of the sun.
The place was called [garbage dump].
Criminals, those afflicted with unexplained diseases, those who are only drugged and groaning, those who are neither man nor beast.
It's a place where those people spend too miserable days and decay to call life.
Two shadows walk through such an odorous darkness.
It was a tall cat tall man to lead the way. He was deeply wearing a wide hat with a knob, and was wearing a monastic garment. I have a sickle in my hand.
And it was Reede walking silently behind it. I can't see the expression because I wear the hood deeply.
"I want to burn it down... what the devils are doing... this is the place to burn (...) or (...) be (...) be (...) to (...)"
"... Yes, Father"
Reede's voice contained no emotions whatsoever.
"Leatherlia disappeared, and Gerthardt is not even sure if he's getting there. If you come to think you have the most decent duress... what the hell is this Zama..."
"... Yes, Father"
"I'm not a priest anymore"
"Yes, Father"
"Chi... ya (...) ri (...) gi (...) or (...). Again, no time to spare."
The two go on [trash accumulation] as they have a non-meshing conversation.
It's supposed to be dark underground, but the blue light runs sometimes in the front, and the area only brightens up at that moment.
Behind an underground corridor filled with filth and blood. There was a black shadow on it where the bodies piled up like mountains.
The blue light was occurring around its shadow and, if you look at it better, it was thunder.
"Again... it's you... Zod"
The shadow shouted low.
That was a beast at first glance. Hair grows all over his body, his ears pinned to the elongated jaw where his fangs peek, his tail shaking behind him.
A wolf with grey body hair if you describe it, but it has a body that can walk on two legs like a person, scratching the claws and sitting on a pile of corpses.
A cat-backed man with devil-specific eyes that inverted white and black eyes - looked down at Zod and Reede.
At the center of his chest was a blue, slightly glowing [Erikaku].
"Dulles, what are you doing? Aren't you going to burn it? Aren't you going to incinerate everything? Too much here, this city is over (...) Wow (...) and (...) Y (...) ru (...)"
"Don't give me orders, human..."
The roaring beast - Dulles strips his fangs. My body hair stands upside down and whenever my body hair rubs against each other, thunder runs.
"I'm here to burn it. Yet Leatherlia immerses herself in a disgusting hobby and doesn't try to move at all. We haven't even reached Gerthardt. Because I heard you guys are gonna burn this city..."
"I don't know about the rest of them... I'll say it again, man... I'm free to do what I do. You live like this... because they told you not to get your hands on it because it's worth using... burn it alone if you want to"
……
"You like to burn too...? No, did you like people (...) shapes (...) play (...) bi (...)?
Dulles threw up the insulting words and laughed ugly when he saw Reede standing behind him.
"I can roar a lot of dog flair. Take care of that neck."
"Don't get on with it...... human"
Zod sets the sickle.
Durres also invested in his limbs.
Third party voices echoed in the space in the atmosphere, such as one-touch immediacy.
"Reede!!
"Be careful, Cece, even that monster is nasty!
At the end of Dulles' gaze, there were two people running this way - Cece and Blanc.
"Kuku... again... human..."
Dulles laughs at what's wrong. I found out that hostility was gone in that gaze. At the same time, Zod shook a big sickle behind his back.
"Huh!"
Despite the sheath still far from the sickle reach, the slaughter released from the shaken sickle winds up the blood on the ground and approaches the sheath as if it had the will.
Cece and Bran split left and right aggressively to avoid the slaughter. Bran hides in the shadows. Cece kicks the floor and accelerates.
"You don't even have to deal with them. Reede, kill."
- Yes, Father.
Reede pops out with the hood on before the sheath approaching Zod.
"Reede!?
A sheath with a bewildered look plays the great sickle approaching his neck with an axe sword.
Sheath is surprised by its weight. That was clearly a serious blow.
"Reede! It's me! It's Cece!
But a hooded, faceless reede flips the blade, this time aiming under the sheath's feet.
"Don't you see me!?
Sheath backsteps with a sad voice to denounce the attack. Inside the hood I saw for a moment, there was that always no smile, just Reede's face with a vain eye.
I can't hear you.
Mocking Zod. Cece glanced at it. It's him, it's him!
Obviously, something's wrong with Reede. Cece believes she's definitely not the kind of person to point a blade at an ally.
"... you don't laugh about Leatherlia... you don't have a hobby either"
"The beast doesn't make sense to you. You don't understand."
"Damn... I've never seen a beast as horrible and ugly as a human being... well... its struggle... mix me up too"
Dulles disappears with the thunder.
"Is it a beast?"
Zod waves the Great Sickle as he avoids the swinging nails of Dulles, which appeared in front of him in an instant. Dulles emitted light on his body at the same time as he received it with his nails.
Dulles releases his hand at a thunderous speed to Zod, whose surroundings stain white for a moment and he turns away without thinking.
But Zod avoided it with a super reaction.
"Shit, what the fuck!
Blanc makes an unexpected voice out of that overly unpopular speed offense. That's how Reede was slamming a series of strikes by the Great Sickle into Cece in front of Bran, who was watching.
Cece has no hands on the other side of the fight.
I am certain that I have hesitation in pointing the blade at my dear companion, Reede. But that's not all.
"Fast and - heavy!!
The sheath avoids slashing from the bottom up at a distance of one thin skin. But Reede cleverly rotates his body and pattern, pursuing. The large sickle, waved by the horizontal giraffe, comes obsessively at the neck of the sheath.
That blow is inevitable, and Cece's hand is paralyzed by too much weight even if it is taken with an axe sword.
Cece has worked with Reede on several occasions in combat training.
In fact, Cece had lost to Reede in the form of training in action. Reede's flexibility was the primary cause, although for a variety of reasons. Reede was constantly moving to keep pace with the sheath, which immediately cut through the motion, so that it could not be pre-fetched.
Reede was using a seemingly monotonous weapon called Sickle on an ad hoc basis.
But Cece was aware. Now Reede moves differently than he did during training.
Fast, heavier - but badly mechanical.
Sheath felt as though... a tool made to move like that.
"Reede, I'm sorry"
Cece, who could read the next move, jumped into Reede's pocket and slammed the axe sword pattern in.
The moment Cece thought that she didn't raise one voice and Reede would fall......
"Waste nothing."
Zod laughs as Dulles and I are being attacked one after another.
Without falling, Reede released the sickle and a knife to the neck of a sheath full of gaps. Sheath waved his head aggressively to avoid it, backstep.
"Dolls... no pain... kuku"
Dulles, who saw it, laughed, releasing a thunderous kick to Zod. Thunder blasts and thunder lights run through the underground corridor.
"... what can I do"
Reede cleverly kicks up the Great Sickle with her toes, releasing a slash that arcs at Cece as she grabs it.
Too many events occurred that far exceeded Cece's thought capacity, and Cece was already not in a state where she could make a normal decision. The man who seems to be the cause of the manipulation, the lightning beast who fights with the man.
"Cece! Once we leave! It's too dangerous here."
So Cece wanted to follow that blanc voice honestly.
But - more confusing factors jumped into Cece's eyes avoiding Reede's attack.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."
Walking loosely down the basement corridor was a beautiful woman with bright red hair and a black biscuit dress. The hem of the dress gets dirty with blood but it doesn't look like she cares.
"I don't know what happened to him again..."
Cece agreed with Bran's voice from the bottom of her heart. Why did that overwhelming beauty who met at [White Whale Street] come here?
"Hmm? - That's the one from then. The edge is the sad one."
The beauty approaches Cece with ease as if she had found a close friend.
Release the Great Sickle to Cece without Riede caring. Sheath doesn't know which one to be vigilant about, but backsteps heavily and retreats to the wall.
Reede is on the verge of hunting down even more,
"You're in the way. I don't have a hobby for doll play."
The moment the hem of the beautiful woman's dress flipped, her long legs were engulfing Reede's belly. Reede, kicked away as she was, blew up to the opposite wall and fell straight to the floor.
"Reede!"
"Hmm? You know him now? I'm not dead because I'm so relieved to death...... should be. Maybe. Perhaps."
The slaughter of blood unleashed by Zod strikes the sheath as it attempts to rush over to the falling Reede.
If you look, Dulles was stopping the fight, staring at that red beauty. In that gap Zod is rushing to the side of Reede, staring at Cece and her beauty, who avoided slaughter in angry shapes.
"Don't touch my greatest masterpiece, you motherfuckers!!
"This... is unexpected... I'll kill you the next time I see you"
Dulles, who had already lost his temper of war, said just that, leaving behind pale remnants and disappearing.
"Damn... dude, always this guy!
Zod cleverly lifted Reede's body in a sickle pattern and held her shoulders intact.
"Wait! Release Reede!
A beautiful woman grabbed Cece's shoulder as she tried to run with an axe sword in her hand.
"Well, wait, boy. You shouldn't touch that."
"Huh!! Get off me!!"
While we're at it, Zod takes Reede and runs away.
"Get off me!!
Even as Cece scratched her feet, she couldn't help but wave away the hand of a beautiful woman who grabbed her as powerfully as she could.
"So I said calm down. I'm not gonna solve anything in a hurry by myself, am I?
That's what the beauty said, but I let go of my hand.
The moment the restraint comes off, Sheath tries to follow Zod - but it shocks the neck muscle. And with that, my vision is dark.
"He's a deaf guy. I like this kind of guy."
What I saw in Cece's disappearing consciousness was the face of a beauty with a vicious grin.