Hakai no Miko

Everything burns. Burn. Burn.

The house, the trees, the livestock, and the people.

Everything burns. Burn. Burn.

A scream, an anger, a disconnect.

Everything burns. Burn. Burn.

"Hey, what is this?!"

Full of the sight of the witch's head, a red flame strikes and a black flame rages.

Two more flames dance madly, as in response to that stunned voice.

It is like a city of men who know nowhere.

But the great city, where tens of millions of inhabitants would live, was now just engulfed in scorching flames.

The streets that people and horses were supposed to be crossing are now burning hot air passages. Built on either side of it, the houses are burned bright red by flames and heat and fall apart one after the other.

And everything that was a person was turned into a living pine light.

A man who wraps his whole body in fire and punches around. Has the willingness to extinguish the fire even been burned down anymore, a man who walks saggily through the flames in his ghostly footsteps, and falls to his full strength? In an attempt to help my child alone, the young mother, covered in dairy drinks, was flamed by both mother and child. A hand-in-hand young brother becomes the underside of a burned-down building. Men and women who seem to be lovers are swallowed by flames as they hug each other.

There, young and old alike, all were engulfed in flames.

No, it's not just people.

Horses caught on fire run around the city like crazy. At the side of the road, birds were desperately pounding their wings to extinguish the fire on their wings. A glimpse of a sad howling dog can be glimpsed from inside the house wrapped in fire.

There was a scorching hell where all things were engulfed in flames and all life was burned to the ground.

Over the head of the witch, a large pot with a number of fires was thrown into the city as she raised her voice with Hyun Hyun. The pots that fell on the ground and in the building scattered the large quantities of oil that were put inside, and the flames that devoured it burn even more intensely.

Even though the entire city is already in flames, it is still being thrown into the city one after the other with a number of oil pots painting a red trajectory in the sky.

There, a terribly strong will was felt.

Thoroughly, that is the harsh will not to leave a single inhabitant, but as one of the worms, one of the grass, and one of the dust.

Who the hell did? And when the witch's head thought, her consciousness was flown out of the burning city to respond to that will.

There was a base wall built to surround the city. Above the base wall, the stone throwers were arranged sloppily. It is not the stone that is put on that stone thrower, but that lit oil kettle. Around the stone thrower, the dwarves were rushing around, firing one torched oil kettle after another into the night sky.

It wasn't just Dwarves around it, even humans and Dinosaurians, Harpurans, Elves and Zoans watched the burning city with their fists up and screaming something out.

And at its heart is one human man.

…… Are you that kid...?

The witch-head, in the man's face, found a shadow of a boy named Soma.

A few years from now? Or is it decades from now?

I don't know for a witch head who has a hard time judging human appearance.

But on that face, I could definitely see the shadow of that boy. And, above all, the guillotine and red shining engraving on its forehead undoubtedly belongs to Aura, goddess of death and destruction.

But still, the witch-head could hardly connect the man with the pale horse.

It is the eye.

A boy named Soma, whom the witch-head had seen, had the eyes of an innocent child who tended to dream somewhere but reflected only a bright future.

But what is in this man's eyes is more and more black hatred and despair.

"What the hell happened to that kid?!"

And once again, my vision darkens.

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There, in the great tent.

There were signs of many people inside, but it was dim in the tent in visions, and I don't know who they are there.

In all that, only one person, as if in a spotlight, is clearly visible on the witch's head, is undoubtedly that future Ethereal Horse and Thoughtful Man.

He was covering his face with both palms and shivering his body into small pieces. The way you squeeze your shoulders to shrink your body also looks like you're holding back something trying to jump out of your body.

In the eyes peering from just between the fingers that cover his face, various emotions appear and disappear, disappear and manifest themselves visibly.

Rage. Sadness. Fear. Hate.

And the last time I dyed those eyes was endless despair.

"Aura! Aura! You sexually evil goddess!!"

It was the words of a curse that jumped out of its trembling lips.

"Me - it was for this! It was for this time!!"

It was just crying.

There was so much pain that I wanted to block my ears that my invisible heart bled in.

What the hell can happen, people be so desperate?

How the hell can people be so desperate?

My eyes are drawn to what is placed beside the man who raises his distressed voice so as to answer such a witch-headed question.

There is a box with brilliant decorations.

What's in the box?

What in it drove him this far?

It is when the gaze of the witch's head passes through the lid of the box and tries to see its contents.

"You shouldn't peek, kids."

The girl's voice echoed in the back of her brain.

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…… Yikes, what the hell is that...?! "

Along with the girl's voice, the witch-headed consciousness jumped.

He said he saw something important in the near future, but somehow he suddenly knocked his consciousness back into reality.

With the shock of instantly beating consciousness back out of his fantasy into his body, the witch's head, which had a crunching head, stifled his body a little.

Behind you, there's a sign of something.

It's also a very powerful and heinous sign. Compared to the signs of the six-pillar gods who until then had lent strength to the witch's head, it is no less a sign of victory. The witch's head, like a frog stared at by a snake, also forgets to breathe and stiffens her body.

At that time, the moon, hidden beyond the clouds until then, gave a slight peek into his face. Some shadow that bears the moon and stands behind the witch's head softly stretches over the witch's head.

It looked like a human shadow. Besides, it's the shadow of a young girl with long hair.

"I said the future is funny because I can't see it. What a wild bunch of kids not to solve such fun. The still uncertain future is like a mystery of a maiden who knows no dirt. What a savage siblings to open and peek at it."

Behind the witch's head, it's the girl's voice that speaks like she sings.

No, to the ears of the witch's head, the voice sounded like a groaning voice of a terrible beast.

To the groaning voice of a cunning old beast, after so many distracting years.

As frightened by it, the signs of the six pillars of God who were here disappear one after the other.

"But only this time I forgive you, my children. Because something very, very interesting was watched, my sisters."

The witch-head was afraid.

This is not a human girl.

"My kind Ethereal Horse. You will continue to be very poisonous. My stupid Ethereal Horse. You must remain very poisonous."

The girl's voice was filled with deep sorrow and pity.

"How pathetic, my pale horse. If only you could be a little cold, you wouldn't be a fierce poison. What a coward, my pale horse. You don't have to be fierce if you squeeze a little courage. Oh, how sweet and silly my pale horse"

The girl's voice, flickering and dyed with joy.

"You, fiercely poisoned. The fierce poison of this world. A terrible poison that impersonates the logic of this world, kills people, and destroys order. The stronger the poison, the more pain. The more heterogeneous the poison, the greater the suffering. To escape that intolerable pain and suffering, people will indulge in madness and ecstasy."

Behind the witch's head, there were signs of a girl lovingly wearing her little neck.

"Hey, my pale horse. If we stay like this, we'll be swallowed up by the madness and ecstasy of people in this world, okay?

Couscous and the girl make a small laugh.

"But now, take everyone's love and grow up big. Grow up strong, with everyone's respect. Grow up horrible with everyone's hostility. enough to swallow all the madness and ecstasy."

The shadow of the girl spread her arms wide to bless something that was still unborn.

"My lovely Ethereal Horse. Can you be the one to destroy the world?

My loving pale horse. You will surely mark the end of the myth.

My horrible pale horse. You will surely be the one who kills God. "

A voice laughing like crazy ecstasy echoes around me.

"Oh! Ethereal horse, Ethereal horse! Cute, loving, and what a horrible kill of my god!

The witch's head rattled her teeth to such horror that the roots of her teeth didn't even fit.

This is a terrible thing.

This is so old.

The back of my brain stains bright white with so much fear.

And at some point, the signs behind it had disappeared.

Once I find that out, I sweat more and more cold from the body of the witch's head.

He said he was just on the spot, but by so much tension and fear, fatigue strikes his body as if he had been running through the plains for hours.

That is definitely Aura, goddess of death and destruction.

The witch-head, who experienced the goddess up close, which he only knew in his inheritance, felt a strong suspicion.

From the god of the beast, which had been touched on more than once before in rituals and so on, was conveyed the idea of a goddess to be mercifully venerated towards Aura. For this reason, the witch's head was not as afraid of Aura as the others.

However, the Aura I actually experienced was completely different from what the witch head had previously imagined.

Something's wrong with that. Something's crazy!

Thus now I was not missed being safe. Simply because I was not in the eyes of that goddess. From Aura, I guess I didn't even get as small a bug as the sand grain that was beside my favorite toy, such as myself.

The witch-head sees a pale horse lying in front of him.

And I shook my body all over again.

This girl is dangerous!

The witch-head was so convinced.

When he actually saw the Ethereal Horse, the witch-head was heartily surprised and disappointed with the difference from the rumor of "Son of Destruction" wielding the terrible power he had heard until then.

Even though he regained the plain and struck down the city that serves as its gateway, the situation in Zoan on the plain is not always cheap yet. If the human country leads the great army, and if they attack again, Zoan will again just be driven to the hills, or he will never be able to reclaim the plains again.

The witch-head, who understands to that extent, expected the presence of a mighty power, the Son of Destruction, even though it is a terrible power of death and destruction.

What I actually saw, however, was a human boy who didn't seem to have such terrible powers.

Rumors are rumors at times. The witch-head who thought so felt strongly that this ritual of foresight was also just in case.

But if you open the lid, what you see there is the sight of terrible destruction and slaughter.

Reputation loss, for example, is outrageous. This soma, the human boy, was undoubtedly the son of the goddess of death and destruction. Exactly, the Son of Destruction.

Shouldn't we be killing this kid here right now?

In the bosom of the witch's head, the thought rises.

Now, if we kill the Ethereal Horse or something, the Zoans on the plains that have come together will fall apart because of it. In that case, it was easy for witch heads to imagine that humans would corner us again and this time Zoan of the Plains would be made to eradicate.

But if we leave this child like this, there will be terrible destruction and slaughter, not only on Zoan, but throughout the continent. In order to prevent it, shouldn't we kill this child on this occasion, even if Zoan of the plains tries to perish?

I can put my strength into the hands of a witch-head whose thoughts hold a mountain knife.

In my chest, my heart runs wild.

If he did badly, once he pointed a mountain knife at Aoima, it was also possible that Aura would make him desperate. But Aura hasn't done anything. I guess that goddess doesn't imitate just like direct interference either.

No, maybe even to that crazy goddess, even if she kills a pale horse here, that's one of the pastimes.

Then it's convenient.

A determined witch's head tried to wave a mountain knife down the chest of a sleeping pale horse with medicine, at that time.

The Ethereal Horse wandered slightly and struck a turnaround.

On the clap, the amulet neckline, which was heavily placed around his neck, makes a jarring noise and spills out.

They were pressed by Shemr in prayer for the safety of the Ethereal Horse. And what stands out slightly in such necklaces is the coarse necklace as if the child had made it out of play, which can't be said to be cluttered and very good looking. That somehow stopped the witch-head hand.

The witch's head holds her breath and solidifies like a stone statue.

After a while, the witch's head breathed out the breath she had been holding, delivering the mountain knife to her sheath.

And when he rings his hand loudly twice, he gives orders to the shadow confessors who hear it and come back.

"I'm leaving before they notice I'm out. - You have to clean up after me."

The witch's head began descending down the mountain with only a few escorts as the shadow confessors erased traces of the blood of the raven and the texts drawn on the forehead and cheeks of the pale horse.

On its chest was swirling anxiety, regret, and relief as to whether this was a good idea.