[Hua's Death Capital] Area 5 Inside the Oldest Temple
There were a group of a dozen black people in the temple behind Area 5.
--A person whose internal organs are sticking out.
--A person who has lost one arm.
--A person who has lost one leg and one eye and is dragging his body.
All of them are critically wounded.
The captain went to the stone tablet in the center of the room and looked at the wounded companions.
"Everyone has followed me well." We finally made it here. "
He clenched his right fist hard and shouted vigorously.
Even though we were already on the brink of death, the black peasants were full of a sense of accomplishment that they had accomplished without exception.
"If the monsters that sleep in this land are unleashed, do not be like the heroes of this land. And now in North Grand, Lord Naim is planning the resurrection of our god. That way, we can wipe out the frail heroes! Our demon race was about to triumph!"
With something to cry out, the captain takes the wine out of the bag and distributes it to everyone after the small container with his trembling hands. And hold them up,
Here's to the extinction of our race and the prosperity of our demons!
Wanting a drink, the captain smashed the vessel to the ground and turned to the stone tablet and touched it.
A bright red geometric pattern that emerges concentrically from the stone slab. They spin.
The rotten black shadows. In such a hellish sight,
"Long live our great king, Lord Ashmedia!"
Screaming one after the other, the black crowd decayed.
Then, the rotten pieces of black meat that formed a vortex on the floor rose up and formed something of a human form.
A small, balloon-like, round body with no hair on its head, and small, round sunglasses on its unnatural, round face. She was wearing bright red clothes with countless spherical patterns.
The man levitated, but when he left the temple, he spread his arms wide.
Phew, phew! It's been a long time since the clear air outside (shabbat), umhhhhhhh!
I laughed.
I hate Death!
It suddenly took the form of anger and became furious.
If you turn around and dye your face in a trance,
Come out, my beloved children with such a rotten smell that my nose is bent.
Raise your arms and clap your hands.
The four spheres engraved on the man's crimson clothes were up and coming out.
There appeared a four-bodied man and woman in a black suit and a hat. The faces of the men and women were melted in mud, with strange shapes of stars, circles, reverse triangles, and squares.
Let the flesh rot, and the bones rot, and the stench of death♫rot, and let the raven grow.♩
Holding your arms up, slowly swing your hands and body to the left and right, and play with your mouth.
It's♪rotten!♫
The men and women of the four bodies also raised their arms and shook their hands and bodies from side to side, singing in a chorus.
That's it.♫
A man with a body like a balloon of sunglasses shook his body with even bigger hands.
That's what I'm talking about.♬
Men and women with four bodies also shake their hands and bodies greatly.
I, the thirst of the King of Decay (the King of Decay)
The man in sunglasses and the four men and women scream madly.
As if echoing the voice, the soil and plants around the men are rotten and become spherical masses, and giant monsters are born.
"Come on, let's rot everything in this world!" To build a paradise full of rotten smells!
The monsters decay the earth and trees, swallowing even the other Undead, and continuing on.
Yes. To fulfill the lunatic thirst of the Lord... "