Hitsugi no Maou

Do not approach the stone wall. We have to hide ourselves somewhere. But where?

The nagi running on thought wanted to go to a thin street with rotten corpses hanging on the side of the road like kakashi.

The body belongs to civilians who were executed shortly after the occupation for the blame (and) for criticizing Snobba's general.

Death is exposed. There is the figure of the people who fled the floor.

Having encountered the monsters with fatigue and anxiety reaching their extremes, they were losing their normal judgment, as if they were a stranded rat.

who break the windows of others' houses and flee into them. He who tries to hide the contents of a large barrel that fills household waste and slides himself in. There are even those who fall on the side of the road and pretend to be dead.

A young man who was running with a nagi shook up an old man pretending to be dead as he ran out of breath.

"Hey, get up! There's a snobber adventurer coming from the other side! If I slept here, they'd kill me!

"So, but where do I run..."

To the words of an old man, a young man sees a nagi.

There is no way we can go back to the floor now. The church is lined with archers, and most of the Coffin soldiers and warriors are assembled near stone walls.

Nagi didn't even know where to gather the people who had been scattered across the capital again.

Instead, it even seems like it would be better if you kept yourself hidden apart like this than there was no safe place.

"Let's pray to Morg... the dragon brought the clouds back to me. The dragon is still in the air. Pray to Morg for the death of the Snobbers, it might come true."

A man buried in a large barrel of garbage raised his voice as he looked up into the sky.

Nagi immediately scolds an old man who tries to cling to his knees just because it's a name.

"If you're praying, run away somewhere before offering! Guardian dragons can't save those who don't make an effort to live either!

"But..."

"No! Anyone who wants to escape should escape! Those who entrust their destiny to prayer without fleeing should pray with all their spirits!

Nagi turned around as she let herself jump to the voice that crept up from behind her.

Blue white, translucent ghost. A man dressed the same as a rotten corpse that had been put on was looking up in the sky with his arms wide open.

"Ma, Ghost again......!

"Prayer is the last offensive action left to the weak! The release of a desire resembling a radical one-sided curse that tries to change the world for you without any power! That's good again too! It will be what it should be in this hellish sight!

The ghost, looking up at his body, which was being hung up, laughed in a terribly high voice.

He rolls his eyes to look down at the naggies that stiffen him, stripping his well-lined teeth to continue.

"I was weak, too. He was a poor man like dust mustard (chiseled), who had no power whatsoever, mastered only his mouth. But in the post-defeat coffin, no civilian would have been exposed to a corpse higher than I was.

You continue to criticize and condemn that snobby dickhead general loudly and down the road! He was killed first as a show to the people of the King's capital and made into a 'sign' to sprout rebellion!

As the ghost laughed, I heard things coming from the direction the Nagis were headed.

A man stuck in a large barrel buries his head in the trash at the behest of the Nagis who face each other as a hack.

The little one offered his hand to the ghost as he was held by the nagi and said:

"Don't shout! Your enemies will find you!

"Boy, I confronted my enemies with speech, not prayer. This is the result. It came to fruition with one of the two most famous corpses on the roadside of the Wang capital.

The other, by the way, is the corpse of a rotten doo, blocking a street east of here. The corpse of the fitting man and Doo, that was the symbol of Coffin's side of the road after the defeat "

The sound of things comes a little closer. When he found out that was the sound of multiple human footsteps and blades, Nagi ran out without waiting for the continuation of the ghost's words.

Trying to escape in a different direction from the alley along the way, not the original one.

"Speech was sealed, passenger animals for people to go far were killed... the Coffins kept being snatched away by snobbers for what was important to them as people... but heh!

Shortly after the ghost's voice sounded high, a young man stopped his nagi body from behind him as he tried to slide into the alley.

Shortly after he raised his voice, something thin jumped into the alley at high speed, depressing the cobblestone.

If I looked up, from the empty corner cut to the roof of the building, that damn archer turned up and was after this one.

An archer in a high spire immediately shoots those who are at least a little out of the shield (squeaky bumps). Besides, he's got good arms. Some of the people who fled the floor could have already been his bait.

"I didn't expect such 'battle' opportunities to come to Coffin, who was destined to perish quietly! Or this is a fight! A tough hell of a showdown!! And it's already there! I didn't know I was going to join!!

The ghost's laughter is mixed with a large number of footsteps approaching from the end of the road.

I don't know how many adventurers lurk in the Wang capital, but the snobbers who came to see the ritual of the baking of Lucina were countless large crowds.

At the end of the road, almost the same group of adventurers appeared before the Senate floor.

The young man supports the nagi, and the old man kneels on the cobblestone, and begins to pray to Morg.

A ghost took steps to dance around in front of the Nagis, grinning at the adventurers coming this way.

"You're killing me! Shake up an inmate party and wield expensive weapons, slaughtering women, children, the elderly and even ghosts under one blow! Excellent! That's what adventurers are for!

"No more! Back to the floor! If the soldiers were winning, we'd figure it out!

A young man pulled the nagi's hand and ran to the wall, which was not captured by the archer. A little one reaches out and screams at an old man who doesn't move while in a prayer position.

"Take that guy too! They're gonna kill me!

"It's too late! Keep your eyes closed! Keep your ears shut, kid!

The adventurers pass a large barrel of garbage, approaching an old man and a ghost.

The blade twinkles and strikes two Coffins.

"Prayer is - offensive behavior"

The ghost sounded his throat with pleasure.

Moment after moment, the rotting corpse, which was made high and sharp, swayed slightly.

"Eh."

Reflectively looking back, Nagi's eyes were bent on the matrix, capturing the blue-white.

Large, muscular, scratchy body. Gladius in the hand and a curved short spear.

A ghost in a large iron helmet shaped like a spear tip leapt into the air without sound.

"Around!!

An old man and two adventurers attacked by a speech-loving ghost were bored and screamed by a blade that came down from overhead.

Whoever is stabbed in the neck by Gladys falls straight to the ground, and whoever is stabbed in the back by a short spear removes his weapon and sits back and kneels his chest.

As the ghost of the great helmet silently pulled Gladys through, he cut the throat of the short-speared stabbed adventurer at once.

The remaining adventurers stop to their fellow fallers by spraying up blood.

One of them pointed to the ghost of the great helmet with the opposite hand holding the long sword.

"This guy... looks familiar..."

"Big helmet...... Gladys............ no way!

A speech-loving ghost pounded the head of a flashing old man, and laughed.

"You did it. Your prayers made sense."

In a resounding high laugh, the adventurers drew their faces and called the name of the ghost of the great helmet.

"Bean Thief - - Magdael -!!"