All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Historical facts are made.

Someone talks about their experience, someone draws memories, someone engraves in a record, someone writes.

There is nothing more insignificant in the story called "History", which is compiled by other means. Even the books that record the country's rise and fall are fake, exaggerated, and subjective. The fact that it was buried in the dark by the power of the time is rarely enumerated, and there are many traditions that have dissipated due to no one's interest.

Still, people dig out.

Debris, mortal remains, remnants of civilization.

What happened in the past? Indeed, confirm the foundation of human civilization that continues to the present day.

To receive the thoughts of past people. Explore the foolishness of humans and make known the legacy buried underground to develop human wisdom.

But even so, people are stupid.

No matter how many times I repeat myself, people forget. I would never learn without the pain in my throat. No matter how vile it is, it will not be on the record of humanity unless it is scarred enough to go down in history.

That is why, when the country dies, the thoughts of those who are forgotten are born without being looked at by the ruler.

To the west is the saint.

And in the east, there were immortals.

A fountain of blood was spreading across the unobstructed plains.

There was a battle here a while ago. A large-scale civil conflict on the outskirts of Oriental Tsinghua. The settlement between the rebels and the regular army, who trained their personnel in the dungeon, was a total decisive battle between 50,000 officers and 70,000 bandits.

The result of cutting more than 100,000 lives together was incredibly brutal.

Only two lives were left at the end of the battle.

Originally, there was no way that both armies would be destroyed. The number of troops, including backup personnel such as resupply soldiers, was the same.

It was the work of one of the two immortals who did not even allow a soldier to retreat.

He looks like a childish boy who cannot reach his age. Most of the soldiers of both armies were manipulated by the technique "Mito no Riki", which he carefully designed.

A purely young boy, far from being innocent, laid his hands on the corpses he had piled up.

The more a man's body is overlapped by fifty thousand, the more he looks up, the more he becomes a small mountain. More than 120,000 lives have been scattered unscathed in this battle. If the immortal is on the body of fifty thousand warriors, what happened to the remains of the majority?

There is not even a shape left.

Only the bleeding remained.

The Blood Pond surrounding the Corpse Mountain is no longer an exaggeration to say that it is a lake. This was the result of turning 70,000 human bodies into whole blood.

"Come on!"

A carefree call sounded, far from the sight of hell.

The cheerful greeting was given by a woman whose whole body was wet with blood. Even though the adult male is tall enough to look up, his stretched limbs balance his whole body. She is a woman who is terribly distinctive and cannot be forgotten at first sight.

At a glance, she could tell that she was a masterpiece on the battlefield, and she looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

"Ta-kun is dead, isn't she?" That's what I'm talking about. "

A woman with a distinctively prolonged voice hangs her sword in one hand. It's not just a weapon. It was a treasure handed over by the immortal who guided her.

Baby "Bloodbath."

It was a special sword that transformed a slashed human into a bloody sword. A blade that turns the whole body into blood, even if it's a scratch, is a special swing.

Shake the blade and kill. It is a treasure given to Young-ji, but it is a murder weapon with no purpose other than to kill people

He and she wielded each other's abilities and wiped out the soldiers of both armies.

It was this scene that embodied the Blood River of the Corpse Mountain without any metaphor.

"On a day like this, when people die a lot." I've been thinking about it for a while ”

"I was looking forward to what was coming."

The immortal laughs at the impression of the owner of the treasure he found.

One hundred and twenty thousand flesh is nothing but a preparation for the destruction of the kingdom which the immortal shall make. Whether one hundred and twenty thousand soldiers die or not, Tsinghua, with its vast national territory, will not leave the area of local unrest that cannot reach the center.

The war involving a total of 300 million people scattered throughout the Tsinghua, the unified country of the Oriental Continent, is about to begin.

"Hmm. That's right."

"That's right." The war that the people of this country wanted will begin, worthy of your blade. "

A treasure in the East is the same as a holy sword in the West. Just as what is born as a sign of the collapse of the country is called an immortal, the nature of the treasure that the people want to be born in the East is determined by their wishes.

"Wow. That's right, that's right. I love the battlefield. I feel like I'm cumming. It's the first time I've ever been born. I'm cumming, I don't know what I thought."

As he spoke, he swung his sword in his hand as if in a mood.

The nature of the blade "Bloodbath" held by a woman is the effect of turning a slashed human into blood. If it was cut by a bloodbath sword, it would be a lethal blow that would cause the whole body to turn to blood in an instant, even if it was a scratch.

It's obvious why the curse gave birth to a special treasure.

Redeem your disobedience with blood.

Three hundred years after the reign of the great ancestor "Emperor" who ruled the eastern part of the continent. Against the ruling mechanism, which was distorted from corruption, the resentment of another ethnic group living in Tsinghua Fourteen Provinces gave rise to a special blade that destroyed Tsinghua.

About ten years ago, a saint and a holy sword were born in the West. The sacred sword to seal the jade sound was never wet with blood.

How cruel a sword was born in the east compared to the Holy Sword of the West just to seal the emperor's mouth. A sword that only works against the emperor and only seals the emperor's mouth, the blade born in the east is a treasure that can only kill people.

Those are the swords that are a collection of necessarily punishing spirits who do not doubt that only the blood that flows is atonement.

"This sword is beautiful, isn't it?"

The immortal smiles as the woman stares at the blade of her own making.

“That's funny. How much is that compared to the Herbalist Empire?”

Hahhhhhhh?

"Oh, it's a country on the western continent, from here to the west."

"Hmm. What kind of country was Hee-hee?"

"It was surprisingly calm and surprisingly peaceful. Only ten years ago, people were incredibly healthy to believe that so many people had died.”

"Hmph? You can't do this without killing people?" Wow, these guys are awesome. I can't do that either. "

"You're extreme, but... well, I can be sure that their worst decade will be a rich day from the end of Tsinghua."

Perhaps it is because of the nature of the nation that they do not desire blood, or because of the king that they have not yet sacrificed.

The difference in the people's consciousness is the difference in the miracle born.

An abandoned immortal.

That's what Ease Ann called him. He has no name. When he was born and grew up, he had a common name that was not deviant, but when he crawled out of the earth as an immortal, he lost his name.

He is a boy condemned to not being from the country.

His village, which lived downstream of the river drifted from the mine, suffered.

Pollution.

There were dead people in the business of government, and it was decided that the event itself was not due to the power of government.

Mine excavation is a key industry for the country to develop. If pollution causes death, the national business will be delayed. That's not good. There are only a few villages downstream of the mine with about a hundred people. Let's just say I wasn't there.

The tragedy he faced is not uncommon in the East. From the world as a whole, it was very commonplace. It's a page that's never been written down in history, because the politicians buried it with the soil and forgot it.

"A person like me has been repeated many times." Time and time again, countless times in the history of the continent. Still, mankind didn't learn. "

He was only one of many people who was buried in the darkness of history without even being a victim.

That is why he was chosen by history at the end of the Tsinghua period.

"How many corpses (we) were piled up to do what they never did." Let the world know. ”

Laughing loudly, the fire burns with the corpse as fuel. And the fountain of blood that melted the armies shall evaporate, and ascend into heaven. The shades of blue sky and opposite poles create a stunning red cloud.

A pile of corpses was prepared on the top of the temple.

A barrier is erected at the ceremonial site and prayers are offered. Starting from this is a prayer that bet on the existence of all the immortals for seven days and seven nights.

Nah, nah.

What is it?

"It's always difficult for you, but?" What am I supposed to do? "

"Slash me."

She, who does not know how to live other than to kill, received the treasure "The Bloody Knife", which can only kill people.

The meaning is clear.

"From now on, slash it, slash it, slash it." That's the kind of era we're going to have. "... in your day without falling apart."

Heehee

She suddenly laughed like an innocent child.

"That's right." I feel like I'm cumming. "

The immortal smiled back at her with a glowing face, and the immortal was immersed in magic.

A ritual in which what might be an immortal is spared no effort, no effort, no time, no place.

It was called the 'Fire World Curse'.

Snow Alt is a human being with a sense of distinction.

Most of things are judged by emotions and feelings.

Her nature is more or less worse. If you go out of town, you will get lost, and if you listen to someone, you will get more than half of the content. It is almost impossible to reach self-confidence.

But Snow wasn't particularly concerned.

Because I instinctively understand that my senses are about taking my place to a better place.

Snow is indistinguishable from the Orient. I know if it's a man or a woman, but I don't know how to distinguish between the ages. Her sense of subjectivity is that her face is too flat to be distinguished.

In fact, her sense is closer to that of Ease Ann being indistinguishable from the clergy rather than visually. Not as much as the Holy Maiden, but difficult to judge.

However, Ichiki is quite different.

If the opponent is as "strong" as Ichiki, there is no need to distinguish his face.

He's a first-class warrior, along with Snow. A strong man does not have to look at his face, but he can tell when he sees the atmosphere.

If you do it a hundred times properly, you lose a hundred times.

With a life-threatening surprise strike, we can finally see the possibility of winning.

It's called the "Paladin", and it's so different from Ichiki in that it's a snow with a variety of skills that can't beat a brave person.

Even though he was a young man of less than twenty years old, he was an excellent magician. I hadn't seen such an incredible mage before. For Snow, it was a recognition that if there was a super strong Eastern magician, it was stingy.

Such a sting was unusual, but he was performing a divination spell in his own room.

For Ichiki, astrology is an observational technique for placing consciousness in a mystical realm and taking a broad view of the world. It boasts precision and reliability that sets it apart from the sensory "impressive" that Linley was holding out.

By observing the territory gathered by people, they occupy events that occurred far away from the border. It requires a great deal of concentration for observations beyond physical distances.

Ichiki came out of the room where he was carrying out the divination.

The walk lacks artistry. I always narrowed my eyes to the difference from her sharp footsteps.

"What's the matter, sister?"

"...... Tsinghua will burn"

What?

I couldn't understand the sincerity of what was said.

Tsinghua, a major power in the east.

It is a huge country that has flattened the eastern part of the continent. Although the dynasty has changed a number of times, it is the largest country in the world in terms of population and territory. This is a country that is so powerful that it cannot be defeated without a series of Western countries working together.

What does it mean to 'burn'?

But the strawberry didn't answer Snow and continued with a pale face.

"I knew that it was the immortal's fate to lower the mysterious realm according to the original [Emperor], but it was impossible to show off such magic... no, more than that, it was the place where the immortal aimed."

The technique used by the immortals when they came to this country to show their faces, "The Reason of the Three Corpses."

I suspected by seeing it, but the power of the immortal exceeded the imagination of the sting. Or even Ease-Ann wouldn't be able to use the magic of the immortal's current size.

The saint is the embodiment of a piece of scripture.

And the immortal is the agent of the technique created by the founding father of the Tohoku [Emperor].

"Ren-sama's book is already in circulation... but is there enough time?" Whatever it is, it will change the world. Snow, could you get Linley for me? ”

Hmm. Linley, that dick.

“That's right, it's a small, still immature thing.”

Ichiki nods.

"I was going to take a little more time to finish her off, but I'll carry on with my schedule." Of course, the east will be rough... but the release of the immortal will make the mystery manifest in this world empty. That hole will probably be filled-- "

The conclusion is not in words, but in thoughts.

You're not alone. Even so, rely on my sister's language and so on.

That's why Ichiki is going to do exactly what she said when she brought Linley in.

At that time, I said, "Can you use it? 'It is not a parable or anything that I asked.

We have to train her by putting her hips into it.

Ichiki wasn't the only one who detected an anomaly in the far east.

……

Ease-Ann, the “Holy Maiden” who was praying in the chapel with her hands together, opened her eyes wide.

Not only did she not have to set up a stroke-like arrangement, but she always sensed that the body of consciousness belonged to the mysterious realm, and she felt the massive fluctuation of the world.

From this world, the path that connects to the mysterious realm swells, and a single force dissolves into the collective consciousness of humankind. The end of a man chosen for history can be seen more clearly for her than an observation of this world.

Well, I'll pay you back.

Release.

Get rid of your worries, get rid of your consciousness as an individual, and free yourself from the wedge of the flesh to become the same as the whole world. There is no contradiction in the way that monotheistic saints should be in the end of the immortal's arrival in Oriental thought. The saint's aim is the identity of God, the only Almighty, because being identical to the world is synonymous with going to God's identity.

For this world is the only God.

Like her class, who is rightly returning to God's mercy, she kneels in prayer with her hands together.

"Let man's life be with the ages, from everlasting to everlasting, with all praise. Blessed be the life that falls upon the earth and ascends to heaven for ever and ever in the identity of the Lord."

May I one day be a prayer for myself.

Not for the exercise of her mysteries, but for the arrangement of her words: and she that remains in this world prayed unto herself.

But there is something we need to do for her to return to God.

A sword could be found in the labyrinth.

I thought it would still take time, but I was free of the realm of the world to be in. There, people's thoughts are gathering.

A sword is born.

She waited for the only sword she could use against the Emperor.

"Why would a concubine have to do such a mess?"

At that time, Oyun, the eldest son of the bloodline who gave birth to strawberries and Linley, was on the street.

On the way back from the West, I spent all my travel expenses on foot. Aware that she was born into a noble family called the family of wisdom, she walks with a gurgling voice.

Out of fear, I can't get help from the state because I came back alone.

In the first place, as long as my sisters were doing well, I should have been swinging a major to the Imperial City by now, but I felt resentful.

"Aside from the sting, Linley has disappeared everywhere...?"

Stop whining and look at the sky. I found something suspicious in the sky.

It is a red cloud.

"What the hell is that?"

Too ominous. The sun is in the sky, and there is still time before the sunset. The blood-colored cloud approached the top of the city independently of the flow of wind.

Ominous--

I couldn't keep my words any longer.

A thunderbolt of fire fell from the sea of clouds made of fresh blood.

The impact is not once or twice. The flames of lightning continued to fall into the city. The thunder continued to fall like rain, and the flames spread like curses.

At first glance, I didn't know, but the red clouds that covered the sky were a huge mass of power. It's too huge to even realize it's an artificial technique.

It was a curse.

Redemption with Blood

A cursed grudge stuck to the collective idea of forming the back of the world, piled up by a bubble people who could not even hear the wishes of the people. It was not only for the politicians that they did not forgive. It is not just politics that bleeds in disfigurement. He demanded redemption from all those who lived in urban areas in the development of industry.

It's not compensation, it's not reflection, it's blood.

Immortals born from the abolition of production pushed the sins of the East against the people who now live.

"Ah, ahhh..."

The red thunder keeps raining down on the city she was trying to reach.

Oyun was just holding his head and trembling at the rumbling of the ground.

"Fire World Curse" was a secret technique used by the original "Heavenly Emperor".

Thirty-six cities in the fourteen prefectures of Tsinghua, including the Imperial Capital, suffered enormous damage from the thunder of fire thundered from the clouds of blood.

Many revolts were triggered by the destruction of major urban areas. The bees of the princes followed one another, and the eastern part of the continent, which had been united under the name of Tsinghua, was divided into eight countries, before entering the long-lasting Warring States Period centered on a single lady who wielded a single sword.

The Fire Realm Curse was different.

In the name of the great mystery triggered by the immortal, this delimited year will be inscribed in the history of the world.

One behind the turbulence that engulfs the continent.

A miracle was about to begin that would never be engraved in history.