Hakai no Miko

"Heh. Is that Holy Land Lolo..."

The Ethereal Horse, looking at the tip of Shemr's finger, raised an exclamation.

Zoan's sanctuary, Lolo, is a big red rocky mountain.

Its width can be up to about one hundred and ninety melts (one melt is about one meter) and its height can also be about eighty two melts from the surface, one of which is a single giant rock.

Notably, however, it is not its size.

Looking at the world, there are a number of huge single rocks several times the size of this holy place Lolo. It was in its shape that the Holy Land Lolo surprised the people.

If you were to describe its shape in words, it would be a round hole cake placed on a vast plate called a plain. The famous modern adventurer Henry Goth also likens the holy place Lolo to "the fossil of the world tree stump".

With a shape close to a true circle if you look down from the top, and a side almost perpendicular to the ground, the Holy Land Rollo looks exactly like a giant hall cake or stump.

The identity of this holy place, Lolo, is a rock called a rock neck (cancer) or a rock stopper (cancer) where lava was solidified in a volcanic fire path that existed far back in time. The mountains have been shredded over the years due to the erosion of wind and rain, but only the holy land of Loro, made of solid basalt, thus retains its figure.

Exactly, it's a miracle shaping created by nature by chance.

Also, the rock of this holy place Lolo contains much iron, and the rock is red in colour due to its oxidation. The sight of it soaring on a plain covered with summer fresh green grass and vibrant red stained by a cedary sunset will shake the mind of the beholder violently.

It also gives a big nod that the ancient Zoans made Lolo a sanctuary.

And now the surroundings of that mysterious boulder lolo were filled with zoan tents with colourful embroideries to bless it.

"That's a lot of fast-paced people."

Zoog tells the sight that there are still days to go until the festival rundown, but that many Zoogs are already gathered, as if frightened. Plus, Gallum responds with a bitter smile.

"I can't do it. It's been thirty years since the rundown has been opened. Many know only what is spoken from the mouths of their fathers.

I feel a strong admiration for Garam and Zoog, and Zoan's festival rundown, which has never been opened since they were born. I couldn't help but feel something emotional when I started opening that festival rundown.

But I can't just stay impressed.

Garam and Zug made everyone stop on their feet far in front.

Beyond this is the knee of the Holy Land Lolo. All of a sudden, if you get in a luggage truck towed by a giant creature that the Zoans have never even seen, and you take the Dwarves with you, you could cause a useless commotion.

Having so decided, first of all, when he ran the warrior he walked out to the Holy Land Lolo himself, keeping his luggage and dwarves on the spot to make sure he was safe.

That's how coming near the outer circumference of the circle of tents surrounding the sanctuary Lolo, we could see countless crowds waiting for us.

I am still more alert than I thought to the appearance of an unfamiliar luggage truck and dwarf.

The two of them raised their guard that there was not necessarily an impudent imitation (from Ya).

And just coming from the crowd to the distance of the call, the two stop on their feet.

"I have one Zoan XII clan, the claw clan chief, son of Binaga, Zug! The handwriting is Angry Claws!

For starters, Zug made a name for himself.

"I have one Zoan XII clan. The Fang Clan is the chief, son of Garguz, Gallum! The handwriting is" Fierce Fangs. "

Gallum, then named, screams even more.

"At the invitation of the witch-head, we ascended to the Holy Land Lolo! Clear the way!

And if the two are willing to imitate indiscretion, they will make their whole bodies feel tempered and stare at the crowd.

But up from the crowd was a huge cheer enough to even undo the loud voice of Gallam.

"Ooh! It's Raging Fangs and Angry Claws!

"It's the arrival of the two greatest heroes of the plains!

"In the Great Elder's Fangs, O God of the Beast!

I skinned the cry and made sure the crowd pushed and wrapped them around and killed them.

Kids touch me all over my body as the men wave their fists around and cheer. And the mothers holding the infant are offered my child, "Be sure to hold this child," and the two hold the baby one after the other with their eyes black-and-white.

"Damn, what are those two doing..."

He wanted to give the tired Ethereal Horse a quick break on the long journey, but Shemru, who had never seen him reveal, leaked one tongue beating and rushed to the two of them who were being screwed up.

"Whoa! Make way for me! I can't get through!!"

Shemru also shouts out defeat to the loud voice of the crowd.

Then it gradually quiets down from the person who notices Shemr. It was as if the tide were going quietly, but Shemr felt the silent enthusiasm increase to go on its behalf.

"Then, fool! Don't you look at me!

Gallum floats in a hurry when he realizes that Shemr was finally here, even though his surroundings were quiet.

But that gallam warning voice was slow.

"It's your son. Ooh!

Cutting that scream off the skin, even more enthusiastic screams from the crowd than when Gallam or Zoog did.

"Huh? What? hey, what?!"

In front of the bewildered Shemr, the men scream of joy, and the women weep in tears. Some of the girls, who are all that much, continue to fall with emotion, and the faithful old men begin their worship on both knees on the spot for Shemr.

This is bad.

Shemr, who thought so, hurriedly returned his heel (bite) and fled to the front carriage on which the Ethereal Horse was riding.

But that's not the crowd that heals.

It is the advent of the Son of God of the Great Beast, rarely seen by all the two males who have accomplished the recapture of the plain, a thirty year grief for Zoan of the plain. The crowd, who no longer forgot me much of the excitement, started chasing Shemr with their eyes running blood.

Shemr later tells this story about this time.

"Those eyes were those of a hungry wolf," he said.

As soon as Shemr, who jumped inside the front carriage, held the front firmly in his back and closed it, the front carriage is surrounded by an excited crowd. Zoan's warriors, who were accompanying him, rush to build walls to protect the front carriage, but they're still going to be pushed through. The warriors scream in an attempt to quell the exciting crowd, but before the great cheer of calling Shemr's name in an attempt to see its appearance at a glance, it is water on the burning stone.

"That's so popular, Shemr!

To the loud voice that just cracked, the Ethereal Horse shouted at Shemr with her ears blocked with both hands. The more you have to do that, the crowd surrounding the front carriage is shouting out loud.

"I'm not kidding. Are they going to take me and eat me?!"

Shemr, who firmly matched his front in the back, was upside down with his whole body of hair.

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The disturbance was quelled by the warriors of the "Eye Clan" who had rushed with a sword.

"I am truly sorry that I tried to pave the way for your arrival and instead the arrival became known and this is the kind of noise"

Leading even by the warriors of the (family of eyes) bowing their heads, the Ethereal Horses and the Carriage Carriage were passed near the Holy Land Lolo. Near the Holy Land Lolo is a section secured for important figures such as chiefs and witches, and just that the crowd can't even come that far. Besides, the Ethereal Horses finally breathed a ho relief.

"That's just amazing"

Even though it is known for its audacity, Galam was plucked by the enthusiasm of the earlier crowd. Zoog nods strongly, "Not at all," too.

"Oh, my God, some of them pulled my hair out."

Zoog had wandered through his body earlier to see if the hairy marks (and more) pulled out by those who wanted to annoy the great hero were tingling.

"Sorry for the early arrival, but the witch head is waiting for you on Lolo. - But Lolo is the sanctuary of Zoan. Above which you can climb are Raging Fangs and Angry Claws and Your Son. And we are only human beings who will be kings."

Passing on the warrior's words to Dvarin and Jahangil, Dvarin replied in one word, "I don't mind," and Jahangil only yawned at him as he seemed uninterested.

Together with the other Dwarves, the Ethereal Horse, who asked the two of them to carry the front carriage and luggage to the assigned location, is finally guided to the hiking trail to the top of the Lolo.

"You climb this...?

Yes, it is also impossible for the pale horse to confirm his desire for salvation.

What I saw at the entrance to the hiking trail, where the Ethereal Horse was guided, was a pile of marutai punched into a staircase, making sure to draw a spiral around the side walls of the lolo, which was only named after the hiking trail and could almost be described as a cliff. Naturally, there are no railings. It is the end of a roll in case a pile of wood falls broken or flown in the wind.

If you look up, the top of Lolo is far away. When it comes to eighty-two meters in height, modern Japan is also the height of a building with twenty-fifth to thirtieth floors. I have to scaffold and climb this whole thing to such a place, so there's no point in Ethereal Horse butting in.

"Soma, I'm holding onto it later. Climb fast."

The pale horse clinging to Shemr looks back with a crying face. Then, Shemr shrugged back feeling sorry for him.

"Wouldn't it be nice if you didn't have to worry about your scaffold breaking thanks to your grace?"

No, that sexually vicious goddess is the one who says fine, "As long as the pile falls out, I won't say it breaks".

That's what I thought, but I didn't put it in my mouth, and the Ethereal Horse started climbing Lolo with a semi-crying look.

"I've been waiting for you." Fierce Teeth, "" Angry Claws, "" Elegant Teeth, "and Dear Soma,"

It was Schnupa, the witch-headed sister, who finally welcomed the Ethereal Horses who stood on Rollo, less than half an hour (about an hour) after he began climbing. With nervousness and fatigue, he clutches his hand on the spot, roughing his breath, and shnuppa leaks a cushy laugh at the pale horse, who looks unanswered.

"Are you all right? Even today, the wind is weak and easy to climb."

Still in my ear, Ethereal Horse wanted to complain about what was weak in this, even though there was wind with the bubbles, but I didn't have that kind of energy left.

Shemru slapped him in the butt telling him to hold on, and when the Ethereal Horse finally stood up, Shunupa walked out saying that he would lead the Ethereal Horses to the witch-head.

The top of Lolo was flat as if it had been carefully shredded at the hands of man. Whether the plants do not take root because of strong winds, there is no appearance of the plants except for a few lichens, and the red rock skin remains peeled out.

Looking around at the top of Lolo's head like that, the Ethereal Horse asked Shunupa, who stood first and walked.

"What kind of witch-head are you?

Asking the Shemurs, no one knew firsthand the witch's head, which was usually held in the sanctuary of the "family of eyes". I would have liked some preliminary knowledge to be face-to-face from now on, but Shunupa stops to pitch that question.

"... Speaking of which, you're all new to witch-heads"

In some strange mouthfeel, the pale horse faces Shemr.

Schnuppa began to speak, choosing a lot of words, as she walked out again.

"The witch-head is, at best, the one who can't say it all in words. Bold, casual, or selfish..."

Something's getting worse and worse.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do not fantasize about something called a witch-head. It is in no way proportional to its status as a witch head and its personality. I suffer to understand why an earlier witch-head left such a person to succeed him."

The Ethereal Horses, who felt something disturbing in Shunupa's mouth, become anxious.

What the hell is a witch-head, what kind of person is he?

It was at the eastern end of Lolo that Ethereal Horses with such concerns were guided. There is built a large column of ancestral spirits carved out of the mountain using a whole bottle of giant trees cut out of it, and the face of the God of the beast carved at the top seems to be carving the pale horses from far overhead.

At the root of such a pillar of the ancestral spirit was a great tent. The tent, which is as large as the tent for the sheikh on which Gallam was asleep in the village of the Fang Family, is brilliantly embroidered and can be seen used more as a place of sacrifice than as a dwelling.

When Shnupa coughs in front of the two hairy textiles draped down the entrance to that tent, she says from inside, "Who is it? ♪ And I could hear a whimsical woman ♪

"There came the chiefs of both the Fang Clan and the Claw Clan, and the son of his goddess, whose great beast God was to be his son, the High Fang, and king of the clan."

"... oh, I've been waiting. Come on in."

When Shunupa strikes his hand twice in that reply, the witches, who had refrained by both sides of the entrance to the tent, give a bow of grace before opening left and right the two pieces of fur fabric that had covered the entrance.

Inside the tent, which is glimpsed from the side of Shunupa standing in front, there was an altar dedicated to fruit, hunted cattle and ravens, and beyond it rested a wooden statue of the god of the beast.

And in front of the altar, one Zoan woman, who decorated directly over her own fur with treasure balls and countless ornaments made of animal fangs and bones, falls asleep dressed in a rugged manner on a laid cloth.

She's Schnuppa's sister, so she's probably over half thirty years old. Since she was the sister of a serene and sensible shnupa and the head that binds the witches, the Ethereal Horse had the image of a middle-aged lady on the witch's head.

But the witch-head that I have actually seen is Zoan's woman, who still has a luscious atmosphere where she can feel something like a colour ripened to a pale horse whose face alone does not discern Zoan's gender.

The witch's head poured out purple smoke from a pipe that resembled a Japanese flue pipe, squeaking jalajara and ornaments in her body.

"You've come well. - Right now, I'm just finishing up my service dance. Excuse me for dressing like this."

But at the next moment, Shnupa changes her blood phase and screams.

"Witchhead! What are you doing in front of an important guest?!"

Shnupa, who usually had only a mild impression, marveled at the Ethereal Horse for roughing up his voice.

But when the Ethereal Horse is baffled without knowing why Shunupa is so hastily fumbling, when Shemr suddenly pinches his head with both hands from behind, he forces his face to the side.

He was a pale horse who was surprised at what the hell he was talking about, but when Garam and Zoog are moving away from his face at first sight, I finally think of him.

It's hard for a human pale horse to understand because of his fur, but I guess what the witch-head looks like now hits him naked for Zoan.

"Everyone, prepare the beverage of the witch's head!

There are indications that the witches, who had refrained from moving around in a hurry, to the screams of Shnupa.

"Eh. Anyway, if it's a ritual again, you're gonna take it off, and you're gonna keep it up. It's heavy on that, it's hard to move..."

"Witch-head, shut up!

The Ethereal Horses get tired of how to react and do good while listening on their backs to interactions like obstinate children and mothers scolding their bullshit.

After a while, I could hear you coughing up a shnuppa.

"I apologize for letting you see how ugly you are. Once again, I'd like to introduce you to the witch head."

And finally, the Ethereal Horses look back, and there they say, "What's so bad about my naked?," she added tea, once again sitting dressed with a witch's head stripping her fangs to shnuppa and intimidating her.

What the witch's head wears is a costume that surprises the other witches with a white outfit, while delicate embroidery with red thread. It's not a headscarf to wear on your head either, it's a big round hat like a goldfish bowl or a space suit helmet. The hat, filled with red embroidery as well as clothing, is decorated with gold and silver chains, precious stones like magnolia and rugged stones, and protruding bird wings.

The witch's head expresses her welcome with her hands wide open as she rattles the ornament.

"I'm the witch-head. Unfortunately, I threw away the name of the world, so call me a witch head or a great witch."