Hakai no Miko

In the village of Fang Families, which had just cleaned up some of the burnt debris and human bodies and moved their dwellings from their safe houses, the Zoans worked hastily.

I have spent the last few days preparing to welcome other family envoys, but when the various envoys arrived soon, some problems still arose. That's why I was out of the family earlier this morning and was running to deal with it.

That way, you can manage to get the village in shape to an unashamed degree, and under a gallam with a relieved chest, a warrior comes.

"The Eye Families and the Most Wanted Families have arrived!

When Gallam went out to the entrance to the village, there were the "family of the eyes" and the "family of the tentacles", each of whom brought around fifty compatriots.

First of all, it's a bunch of white-squeezed women who catch their attention.

Their appearance, with white horizontal cloth wrapped around their hips on a white penetrating jacket and a headscarf with a cloth covering their mouth on their heads, is colorful in Zoan, who prefers active clothing, sometimes called hunting races.

They are the witches of the Eye Clan.

The "family of the eyes", which is also the family of the sacrifice, has a stronger voice for the witches than the warriors, and negotiations with other families are also the role of the witches.

Of course, the warriors who escort them, not just the witches, follow them, but from Gallum's point of view, the slightly weaker impression doesn't get muddled.

Garam called out to Zoan, a middle-aged man drifting through calm piercings, at the head of the witches.

"I never thought you'd be here any time soon to reveal yourself as the sister of the witch-head. Dear Wi Zanuka Shnupa, I welcome you."

"Long time no see, Gallum boy"

Zoan, called Shnupa, said in a quiet tone as he narrowed his eyes.

"Master Shunupa. Boy, don't."

"I'm sorry about this. Now you've been revealed as the chief of the Fang Clan. I'm late, but I'm sorry for your father's loss."

Garam quietly received Schnuppa's remorse for saying so and bowing his head.

There comes the lady with the wand.

"Oh, Master Shunupa. Long time no see."

"Oh, this is your sister"

"Master Shunupa is now your witch-headed sister. I'm glad you called me my sister, but let's just get it over with."

"No, sister. I still haven't forgotten that when I was young, you gave me a lot of clues. Your sister is your sister."

The old lady used to interact with a young shnuppa when she was studying under the "family of eyes".

While Shnupa and his wife were warming up their old relationship, Garam greeted the representative of "The Families of Takeshi".

"I will see you as the representative of" The Family of Takeshi ". I'm Fagle Gargus Gallum, Chief Fagle Fang."

"I am Banukah, the son of the chief, Menouin Gujatara Bararak. On behalf of my father, I have been invited by Lord Gallam. I've always heard of the fame of Lord Gallam."

Banukah, who gives an undeniably hard greeting for feeling somewhat overwhelmed, is an old young Zoan who has just gone from a boy to a youth. The armor with feather decorations on the collar that mimic deflection, characteristic of the "family of deflection", also seems to be unfamiliar with it.

Behind him are warriors dressed in collar-decorated chest armor, which is equally a testament to the [family of defilements].

Banukah glanced around slightly, greeting him there as well.

"Lord Gallam, Ga. So... your son isn't here?

"Hmm? You mean Shemr. My sister can't help herself right now, and I'll come back later to say hello."

It's still too early to introduce the pale horse, so he's got him hidden, but for some reason, Shemr followed him with him.

Recently, it wasn't like Gallum didn't care that his sister was slowly stuck around on the Ethereal Horse, but not all those of his clan were yet allowed to care about the Ethereal Horse, and sometimes he needed an escort to acquiesce.

"Really..."

Banukah was disappointed to drop her shoulder to see, knowing that Shemr was not there.

"Come on, you two. I've just finished the war and I can't even entertain you satisfactorily, but let me offer you all the best hospitality I can. Come on. Come here."

Garam will lead both families into the village.

Initially there was also a proposal to open inter-clan consultations in the safe houses in the mountains, but I dared to guide the villagers who had just taken it back because of my intention to actually have a look at the marks of the battle the other day.

Fortunately, moving the dwelling from the safe house to the village was not so much a hassle, as the tent of Zoan could be easily carried if disassembled. However, there is still a smell in the village, but I can only bear it there.

However, its effect was remarkable.

To tell the truth, just a glance outweighs a hundred words.

Those of both clans, including Shunupa and Banukah, see with astonishment the marks of battle that remain in the village.

The biggest challenge of this inter-clan consultation is how to get them to acknowledge the Ethereal Horse.

To this end, it is the idea of the Gallums to poke the presence of the Ethereal Horse where it was shocked and upset as strongly as they did.

Gallum was feeling good enough from how they were doing.

One warrior rushed there.

"What the fuck! In front of the guests!

"Chieftain! The Claw Clans have arrived!

Before that warrior's words were finished or not, Zoog showed up with the hustle and bustle.

"Whoa, Gallum! Long time no see!"

Without even asking for guidance, Garam distorts his expression to Zug, who has broken into the village with our faces.

Following him are the warriors who are formidable to see. Moreover, there are more than a hundred of them in all counts, all of whom have a good face and are likely to wage war.

"Zoog! You're going to fight us!"

"Don't be angry, Gallum. Aren't you with me?"

I wish I had said that. I turn my arm around Gallum's shoulder. When Gallum paid off his arm,

"With which mouth, do you do that!

"Oh? What are you so angry about? So, you're talking about one of my earlier offers?

Zoog moaned and showed exaggerated.

"Let's have no choice. I'm the chief of the Claw Clan. No matter how much I want to help you myself, I can't take the clan lightly into battle. But if I could get a word out of your mouth, I'd be ready to send a warrior soon."

Zoog pointed to the warriors he had brought with him.

"Look, that's why we were able to bring in the tenacious warriors right away. And food and booze! Take it as a victory celebration!

Each of the warriors piles the food and booze they have carried on the ground.

But that's not by favor.

Unlike the Fang Clan, which is suffering from food, I can see that the Claw Clan is meant to exaggerate the power of the clan.

"Empty things......!

Enjoy watching the frustrating galam, then Zug turns his eyes to the shnupa next door.

"Oh! This is Master Shunupa. Ever since my father died!

"Zoog boy, you stay a mess"

"Ha ha! This Zug is shapeless in front of Master Shunupa, too!

And then turn your gaze to Banukah.

What they would say and vigilance was also a banukah who had hardened his body in the dew, but Zug's gaze crossed over him without stopping.

Then Zoog looked around deliberately as he made the mackerel with his hands.

"What, you don't have a son?

Young Banukkah puts blood on his head in an attitude that he doesn't see in his eyes, such as about himself, and in a way that he can't feel a single piece of respect for his beloved son.

"You zoog! How rude of you!

Besides, Zug did the same trick he noticed Banuka for the first time, and then laughed niggly.

"Well, there's a lot of good kids out there."

"I'm not a kid! I am Menouin Bararak Banukah, son of the chief of the family!

Besides, Zoog left a long time ago.

Pushed by the intimidation emanating from an extraordinary giant just that, Banuka pulls her face back.

Zoog put his hand on that shoulder. Even though Zug didn't seem to be putting much effort into it, Banuka groaned at the kind of pressure she was even put on a giant rock on her shoulder. If you don't resist with all your strength, you're going to get on your knees on the spot.

To a banukah desperately eating up his teeth and enduring, Zug pulled his face closer and peeled his fangs.

"Don't be shy, kid. I'm Claw Clan Chief, Angry Claw Kraga Bigana Zug. Don't even think about talking to me when I'm the son of a sheik!

The warriors of "The Families of Taste" unleashed their swords when a small bitter roar leaked from their mouths devouring Banukkah's teeth. In response, the warriors of the Claw Clan and even the Fang Clan and the Eye Clan pull out their swords one after the other.

It was Shemr's voice that broke into this one-touch situation.

"If you think it's noisy, what the hell is this all about?

Coming out of the tent, she stares at the warriors pulling out the mountain knife as she daunts her chest.

"Oh, it's your son..."

"It's Master Shemr."

The gaze of those of other families gathers to Shemr at the appearance of his son, whom he seldom sees.

"Are you even going to perform a group sword dance here in return for our hospitality?

The warriors who were on the spot turned away from the spicy Shemr. In the realm of other clans, it is the extreme of disrespect, such as fighting with another clan.

Zoog, seen here as a pull, hands up from Banukkah's shoulder and nods as he swords the mountain towards the warriors of his own family. And as the warriors of the claw claw laid down their swords, the warriors of the other clan laid down their swords.

"This is, this is your son. Worship your honorable face and rejoice in the ultimate."

"I don't need flattery or bad words that aren't in my heart." Angry Claws "Lord Kraga Bigana Zug, have you even come to set up a war?

"Terrible. This is, yes, a little disagreement."

"Wow. Here's a little, huh?"

"Even so. Apparently, the Fang Clan also has feelings from the good, but that's just a little bit of a disagreement."

There was nothing else on the shelf that would have demanded your son because of the plight of the Fang Clan, and the Shemr and his friends were just as impressed by Zug, who said, "Shah shah shah."

"Your son! It's been a while. Remember, come on? This is Menuin Bararak Banukah, son of the chief of the clan!

"... oh. Sure, I became your son and I wanted to say hello to Sheikh Barak."

"Did you remember!

Even though I had only exchanged words a word or two, a joyous numbness runs across Banukah to the point that Shemr remembered himself.

"Your son is as beautiful as ever. What! Not before, beautiful...!

If Banukah was human, he would have turned his face bright red. As much as that, he had raised his voice to joyful color, making his body nervous about his cock.

A warrior from the Claw Clan watching the scene punches Zoog in the ear.

"Chieftain, apparently, your son has a fever in his family."

"Hmm. If you look at that, even a fool can tell."

"Well, I don't even know. I was wondering if it was impossible for the sun to be ashamed and the moon to be said to be a faint beauty."

"I don't deny it, but it's not my hobby."

Zoog also admits Shemr's beauty, but unfortunately, his taste is as weak a woman as it may be said. The male winner, Shemr, is located opposite to Zug's taste.

"But when you look at Xiao Xiao, that's not all..."

"And my name is?

"Odd, my father must have told me. It's about Balak without guts. You have the guts to make your son your son, and to make your son your own."

In Zoan, if a marriage is entered into between other families, the wife will belong to the family of her husband. When you try to make your son your own, the best way to keep the waves off is to make a man of your own family Shemr's spouse.

"I see...... What will you do?

Needless to say, Zoog waves the flat of his hand at a warrior who suggests (does) obstruction of Banukah.

"I don't want it. It's a handjob. She's a female bobcat. There's no way we can do something about the kitten just slipping by. Now is not the time to lay hands on your son."

What bothers Zoog more than that is the person who gave the Fang Clan the measure of fire. This is how I made a scene and showed it, but the person like it doesn't show up.

"Well...... Is it a lot, or is there another reason..."

I had listened beforehand, but when I see the marks of war left in the village in this way, I am reminded that it did not even reach the foot of an actual sight, such as what I had imagined.

I would say exactly what a god or a demon does.

But Zoog isn't just afraid.

"If Fang Clan could have done it, we could have done it. Whatever this is, we have to let the man who gave Gallum this measure belong to the Claw Clan."

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"What, that monster?

"Kaiju, what is...?

From the gap in the tent, Shahata, who was following him for protection, leans her neck to the solo of the Ethereal Horse, who was sneaking around outside looking.

"No. That red Zoan, maybe"

"Yes, that's Lord Kraga Bigana Zug, the claw chief."

The Ethereal Horse's consciousness seems distant for a moment.

We're going to have to deal with that monster and convince him to follow his own operation.

Once Zoog was in a bad mood, he imagined himself being squirted round from his head, and his blood drew from the face of a pale horse.

"Me, can you convince me...?

Such a pale horse's sleeve was pulled hard.

When I looked over at you, I had no time until my parents were busy dealing with me in preparation for welcoming the messengers, and Zita and Shepoma were sneaking in to see the Ethereal Horse.

"Good luck, brother."

Hang in there.

In the gaze of the expectations of innocent children, the Ethereal Horse was completely blocked from exiting.

"Ugh...... yeah. Good luck."

The Ethereal Horse had a pulling grin.