"- Well. Then let's ask the demon warrior" Maygas "to make up at least a little for the expenditure incurred by this mission. Everyone, move to resource recovery. If there's a survivor, send him to the Underworld for sure. I don't think so, but if the women they were holding captive and there were survivors, protect them immediately. If you feel it is too late to breathe, send it to the Ratesheor in Heaven so that you do not suffer. That's it, dissolve."
Side by side with his men moving on to the exploration of the surroundings, Theodosius looked up to the armic beside him.
sealing tools, there are called
As its name suggests, it refers to an article that encloses the power of the Divine Chant "Oracle" inside. In the closest place, cold-weather instruments that can cause cold winds, or thermostats that can cause hot winds, hit it.
This Armic BA-49 would be something to describe as a sealing weapon.
An overwhelming destructive force, created by complex injection mechanisms and the art of fire. "Mirrored Radar", realized by the combination of metal and detection techniques that show high sensitivity to the soul heart power "Prarna", the enemy's ability to be demonstrated by mounting it miniaturized. Defensive ability to quickly deploy up to seven simple walls at the same time to protect the operator.
Here was the fusion of the Divine Chant "Oracle" and the weapon, the performance that can be described as its finished form.
(In the meantime, I'm glad it didn't break my bu. Good)
It was damaged by the aftermath of the wrecked destruction, and I can't even see it.
Only three planes in the great country Zackabar. One plane is being put in so much money that senior nobles can't afford it all.
It will need to be preserved if it is to be operated, but it will also entail enormous expenses. If we hadn't wound up the consideration from our doomed opponents, it would have been so much less than very, but not able to operate properly. This time a great deal of operational funding had been provided by Viscount Aurelia, who asked for the extermination of the magician Maygas, but still doesn't fit the bottom line.
With huge manufacturing costs and poor fuel consumption, mass production is another dream at the moment.
"Well, and"
Theodosius shifts his gaze to the newly born forward rocky mountain.
A completely crushed house or a large, beaked iron pole catches my eye. I'm guessing you're accumulating quite a bit of gold eye stuff, but if you can recover even one twentieth of the operating costs of this cutting-edge weapon, something like that is superior?
"Let's just say... Ouilla's got to do the 'thing' too."
He wetted his lips with his tongue, and the man also went to Rock Mountain, just like his men.
Climb a pile of debris and peek into the gap between the rocks.
Although the remains of a crushed house, pieces of metal, or a black figure that doesn't even have to be sure of life or death lie or pinch, the target is hard to find.
"Based on the reaction, I'm pretty sure it's around here."
Put your finger on your temple and concentrate your consciousness--
"Not there."
Peek into the gaps in the reddish rock and finally discover the goal.
"Hey, hit it! Yo... and heavy shit!
Theodosius stuck one hand in and dragged 'it' out of the gap between the folded stone walls.
"... but... ah..."
A black cloak that is no longer worn out and is just stuck around my hands and feet. Its thin limbs like dead trees are screwed, and old faces filled with fallen eyes and wrinkles have just the color of death and amazement.
Called the elder, he was the leader of the magician Maygus.
I guess I did everything I could to hold it, and took my life for a hard time.
"It's a boulder, Grandpa. He's alive in all that collapse."
While trying to list the fish caught, Theodosius sends praise to the dying old man.
"... hey, hey..."
"Why did you shoot him? Well, politics can be a tough story to get rid of."
If you let go of the hand the knight was grabbing up, the elder collapsed like he had been struck down.
"The Oilers didn't come here to help Miss Termea from the beginning."
It was nearly ten months earlier that she went missing.
It was only the other day that information jumped in that, after a long search, the demon warrior, Maygas, apparently took him away.
"At a time when it's been ten months since you guys grabbed me, there's no way my chastity was safe. So, nobles are people who care more about decency than anything else. If you're a good housemaid, you're a must-have, Jeong-sook, clear, pure... but... when you guys feed you, all of that will go away."
With a sigh of sigh, the knight of the Circuit spoke pale toward an elder who was still breathless.
"Otherwise, I'm done being noble daughter. Even if Miss Termea's alive, there's no place we can go back. This was a request from her father, Viscount Aurelia. Beat all the magicians Maygus, who would have humiliated their daughters, before they are completely skinless. If my daughter was alive, at least send her to Heaven's Ratesheor so she wouldn't have to suffer any more -"
Perhaps Termea tried to kill herself more than once. Maygus, the magician who wants her to have a child, naturally would have stopped it.
It is also predictable that we would have been forced to live a life without freedom to the extreme in order to prevent self-harm. She had been brought in earlier and was no longer even able to stand on her own feet.
"I told you earlier, Miss Termea herself." Shoot me every one of you. "I don't know if you thought she was strong, but it was the spray thing that your men shielded her from. You're a hostage. You're shielding a human being with a good face."
Theodosius throws up with a contemptuous look, saying that he is an original.
To sum up,
The Knights of the great southern powers told the crawling outlaws.
"You demon warriors, Maygus, got your hands on someone you shouldn't. He annoyed the aristocracy of the great powers with a little something that he could have done even in a finely proportioned pursuit. Here's the result. It's really easy."
At last, Theodosius goes on without much interest.
"Who do you guys give permission to and call yourselves' Maygas'? An ancestor who originally aroused the land of the Oilers such as" The Demon Sage "Maygas... it's the name of a big, horrible senior. Let's call it a chase like you guys. There's a hod in the crowd. People who value tradition are Cancún."
With a sincere contemptuous look, Theodosius laughed.
"- Okay, well, I don't mind talking about that."
It is small and demonic so that its voice can lurk.
"That's all I'm talking about as a knight. From here on out, we're talking about the Troupe, where Oyla sneaks into the country in secret."
I guess I didn't know what that meant. There are signs of confusion in the face of the elder, who is listening silently while lying down.
"Oyla's nothing, she's not a wacko who's come to judge you guys in accordance with the chivalry spirit. He likes it and says he's coming to such a fucking hot desert. I'm not a serious person who feels worthy of work."
That way, the man finally speaks the truth.
"It ended a month ago, the heavenly banquet of the refeit. There were about ten of them from the magician Maygus."
Hearing that statement, the elder opens his eyes wide.
"There was one of us out of our troupe, but it looks like he got hit by one of the demon fighters, Maygus. Oh, that's okay. It was his job to get laid on the spot. I was quite a user, so I just wondered a little bit about you and found it interesting."
That's how I touch the core.
"The maniac psychic, Ehier Zahee, is a drug that allows the creation of alien powers by homosexual mating and the dominance of the magician Maygus, which can only be described as a rally of lunatics."
Why ignore the elder who said, Theodosius went on to remember.
"First of all, mate. Probably human instinctively disgusted, but it's the boulders that flat out do it, you guys. Sometimes a prolonged repetition of it creates a human being with strange abilities... This is really interesting. You know this fact, even at the Oracle research institute, which is well underway?
I nod aloud with such expressions as half-hearted and half-inspired.
"So, one more thing. 27310;" Ehier Zahee, "a maniac psychic drug, said to be made using the incense of ignorance.
The men of the magician "Maygas" are assessed for the amount of soul and heart strength "Prarna" they are enclosing shortly after birth and are sorted into two main types.
If your soul and heart strength "Prarna" is low, give it to a combatant known as "Soldier" Hayada ". In many cases, to a private called the 'hunter' Venatr '.
What is special here is the "soldier" Hayada ", who grew up being given a medicine called this maniac psychic drug" Ehier Zahee "from a very young age.
One of the ingredients, Akane, has the effect of blunting the action of the head, but this spirit medicine produced by its own formulation had yet another effect.
It is the dependence to the intense, the lack of defiance caused by it, and the diminishing fear.
"Oyla was strange, wasn't she? How can you run a collective life with a kitten without causing a big inner rub?"
It's weak just because they're all like blood clans.
The majority of men will be 'soldiers' Hayada '. They are created as convenient pawns for the vast majority.
I work honestly to get medicine, I don't cower at my enemies because I have no fear, and I don't defy them because I have no defiance.
Since I have been drowning in such medicines since I was a child, naturally I do not develop legitimate intelligence, and I do not even come up with the idea of making or rebelling my own medicines.
"The mystery of a clan of secrets, I don't know. I'm impressed you made such a suspicious pill."
"... hey... that's it..."
"How do you know that much? I heard it from Dj Foul."
To conclude only, the elders looked stunned.
"Based on the results, Maygas, the magician who participated in the Heavenly Bombardment Feast, had such a terrible track record. I don't know where my previous reputation is for a winning candidate from the south, I can't help it anymore because once I open the lid, the kid who can't use the technique will literally beat me down from next to next. Well, it's a country mon without public knowledge, and it could have been a good job to be a villain in the role of Yarrare. It was painfully exciting."
I shrug my shoulders and laugh as I recall.
"So, Dj Foul something is awesome fist-eating and flipping, and I'm gonna leak Shomben. I'm gonna crush my left eye. I'm gonna be unable to get up. So, I'm in a body that needs long-term care... The refe doctor, he doesn't want to deal with anyone. Even though he's busy after the martial arts festival, he's the Nose Picker's magician, Maygas. Even paying for treatment is suspicious. I don't want anyone paying me back with a vendetta. So we recovered it in the form that the oilers would take it."
"... Ki, Sa,... Mara, is... the hell..."
"That's so wacky. Not as the head of the Zackabar Fourth Knights, but as the actor Actor of the suspicious secret troupe Orchester, Oyla came all the way to the desert to tell me about the skill and knowledge of Ehier Zahee, a homophobic mating and maniac psychic drug that can be described as the mystery of a clan of secrecy. These technologies can be better and more effectively utilized by the oilers. Orchester can be bigger… stronger"
"... fu"
So a hard-working elder laughs with his nose as he looks up at Theodosius.
"When I tell you... you think?
Listening to me, I guess I was applying recovery techniques. The old man was getting back on his feet enough to have a conversation.
"I seem to be letting the knights look... for nothing. I'm not leaving it as a shape. The knowledge you seek only exists here."
That being said, the elders show their own heads with tonnes and index fingers.
"Hmmm. Generations of elders inherit it only by oral... is that it? It doesn't matter how secretive the tribe is."
"What do we do? If you kill me... you won't get the knowledge."
The elder stood up, laughing at the crease.
It's a lot of resilience, Theodosius exclaims in his heart. I'm not just an old man. He is the leader of a group of murderers in black. Naturally, he is also highly skilled as a chanter, Mage.
"Well... then this is a really delightful situation."
"Pleasant?
"You want information, but you can't kill me. But I have no reason to kill you."
"Oh."
The moment Theodosius shrugged his shoulder just the first time he realized it,
"Die, young man"
Right arm without hesitation. Crimson swings that manifest themselves.
A mass of flames so fierce that it did not seem emanating from a thin and unreliable old body leapt to Theodosius.
- But.
The elders breathe.
The flame that waves and tries to swallow the knight suddenly becomes full of holes while cheese, fogging and disappearing as swallowed by its worn holes.
"Oops... I'm late to introduce myself as a troupe member"
It's like a white wall deployed to the present.
Theodosius laughs thinly as he peeks at his face from its side.
"... this, what are they!?
In a moment, the old man must have nursed it.
floating in front of Theodosius. It scratched out its own flames. That, on the wall - says it's not a defensive technique.
attack technique. Furthermore, he said it was' something 'that was gathered and shaped like a fence.
If a man rings his fingers with a disturbing trick, that white thin film will be misty. And so they spread greatly into the void, lagging, still.
"... grains...,!?
Less than one cental per. Sphere like a shovel, both in color and size. The old man, who lives in the desert and knows no snow, will not come up with the analogy. In the end countless hordes of nasty little spheres drift to envelop Theodosius.
"The total number is four thousand."
At the same time as that word, once again, if a man rings his finger...
Those that arrived in one piece, they shredded.
Four thousand bullets relentlessly shoot through the head of the magician Maygus.
As much as I scratched out the flames now. A pierced bullet shreds and blows the meat, instantly ravaging and damaging the old body.
bright red splashes that blow as return blood, all splashing pieces of flesh and even organs,
"Oops."
Theodosius rushed to grab 'it'.
Stunning expression stained, old man's head. Dalarious drooping spine from the neck. That's all I had left.
"Attributes, experts don't even know. Yes. I'm not sure if I can use the oil myself. If you tell our Doctor, he says' none '. Well, I don't care. It's called Theodosius from" Zauberkugel "or something. I wonder if Oyla is the strongest in Orchester. Nah, the Ninetail concessionaire's going to bite soon."
It was so tragic for a moment, I guess. The old man's face was still shaking in small pieces, blinking repeatedly. As if I can't recognize the status quo. Its appearance, which became only the face and spine, was also like a distorted fish.
"We have a guy who can pull information out of the brain of a corpse, and I don't need to keep you alive. I'm sorry you missed the prospect, Jiisan. Oh, my God, the world is huge."
We obtained information from the recovered Ji Foul in a similar way. There is no further reason to keep people alive like sick dogs who bite depending on such allowances. Still, in that man's case, he was also Magee, a chanter who could handle a fairly high degree of technique, thus removing and strictly storing the heart that had served as the basis for the soul and heart strength Prarna accumulation.
By the way, Dj Foul knew the means to increase the maniac psychic drug Ehier Zahee, but he didn't know how to make it out of nothing. That is why the knowledge of this elder was necessary.
About a month and a half ago. A mysterious old man named Kinzor Granshua, who has tried to make contact with Orchester. An unprecedented technique whereby this monster makes it possible to transplant the inhabited parts of the soul heart "Pralna" - brain, heart, spinal cord. That would mean that the world is wide. It was a profession that I had never even heard of, or thought about, Theodosius, who, as a knight of the south, had a wide view.
If Pralna, the soul and mind of this magician Maygus, resides in his brain, he could also be used for transplantation as a companion to gathering information. Although the spinal cord and heart have been blown away without a trace, the chances of getting it are a third.
"Well, the job is done. I want to go home and get some cold barley."
Theodosius turns back on his heels with a light tone as if the purposeful shopping was over and looks back at the giant rocky mountain.
…………
This is a tombstone. of Magician "Maygas," not. I don't have a hobby of making a grave out of black pests.
I've known it since I was a child, a tomb marker for a young lady named Thermea.
Just before you sweep the armic. Theodosius didn't miss her moving mouth.
"Thanks"
That's how it worked, little lips.
"... I was expecting it. I knew you wouldn't feel anything, I'm the guy."
He groaned mocking himself, and the man with the demon bullet followed the scene.