Hitsugi no Maou

Reminded.

How blessed it was to be able to be bored was to be able to scream.

Even if it was just a life of bearing sin, biting through your lips with regret, and waiting for reward rather than salvation.

It was still a blessing to be alive and to be able to speak the words of penance.

Snobber soldiers as hosts of red snakes. Now that he has become an unspeakable puppet, Santé is not allowed to have any resistance, redemption, or even boredom.

I just keep being forced to see the feeling of the flesh moving on its own and the tragedy in front of me... only my actual feeling as a living corpse was on her.

Death of the traitor Halbatos. The disgusting face of God that holds our own snobber soldiers up and puts them in our mouths.

A group of rotten skin, cracked teeth, darker tongues and awkward snakes behind them.

The likes that are chewed in front of you. Pressure applied to the body just to crush it.

Sante, who kept seeing the sight of hell, was now caught like trash in the gap between God's teeth.

On the verge of being crushed by a giant molar, I would have liked if God had interrupted my diet and taken another action. Soldiers spilled out of their violently shaking mouths and fell to the ground.

Or maybe that was better saved. In God's mouth, there are many soldiers who have not even been chewed up, like Sante, and who have stuck in a gutter of teeth and dead meat.

They also have to keep looking inside this giant corpse.

I know this is the end of this misery that I deserve.

But this feeling of shaking herself by tremors and continuing to stroke her whole body by God's rotten breath... was too, unbearable.

Kill me.

At least enough to beg for a tragic death... wouldn't it be forgiven?

From the back of God's throat comes a roar like fire.

A whimpering shock that will tear your whole body apart.

I want to scream. No, in pain, but I still want to block my ears.

I lost my strength, and from the back of my eyelids, which were open or closed every time I was shaken, water droplets spilled on some clap.

I wonder why there are those who pluck it.

Sante slightly turned his blinking thoughts on his thin fingers in the middle of his carroted vision.

Where am I? It's in God's mouth. Why would anyone laugh in a place like that?

A shuddering, pitiful, just a little merciful, sounds.

Irrationally, Sante's body, like a corpse, lifted slightly.

Two giants bumping into each other. Bone fragments and debris scattered around the world.

On the battlefield that led to the extreme of confusion, people nevertheless continued to act to defeat the enemies before them and to develop their posture again.

When Lucina and the others, who joined the soldiers, wounded and civilians in the King's city as far as possible, moved outside the castle gate, a group of allies pursuing God was in front of them.

The living, dozens of the deceased, find Lucina and rush over. Further afield, you can also see the Separca army marching up soil and smoke and the Snoba army, which completely stopped moving to the devoured phrase.

"Dear Lucina! What the hell is that collection of white bones......!

"I'm fighting God! Is that also the family of the Demon King (Kenzoku)!?

In questioning the soldiers, Gallol, not Lucina, turns his face and raises his voice to Rodmaria, the magic administrator who has finally regained consciousness.

"Dust said he would end God and the Divine Caller. It's possible that that collection of white bones is marginal to dust... but I don't think that's the trump card to defeat God.

That monster appeared before the light was shed from the king's capital. I wasn't summoned for dust magic. Right, Rodmaria?

"... at least the last light that sparkled the king's capital seemed not to act on that monster. Even considering when the light went up in the sky... perhaps that is the magic that acts on God..."

Lucina sees God. The corpse of a rampaging, crazy giant around the stone wall of Wang Du... "Something doesn't look like it's changed," he snaps, squeezing the sword in his hand.

"Either way, we have to fight. Unless we defeat that doomsday righteousness, we have no tomorrow."

"Dear Lucina,"

Unexpectedly, a woman's voice flew in. Seeing, the invisible nagi and the little one are bending over the grass with a few people.

You're safe! Lucina stood breathlessly at the next moment, smiling unintentionally.

The Nagi held up the head of a snobber soldier from the grass. Looking at the rich dark hair stretching from its head to the ground and the quietly closed eyes, the Coffin soldiers also lose their words and hold their mouths.

"- - Sante -"

Finally, Lucina spit out the name of the snobber soldier, and raised her face as the nagi handed her dark hair.

"I don't have any more breath... and my heart is stopped"

……

"But... now there's a strange person..."

The little one raised her voice as she walked over to Lucina. Seeing what was held in its hand, Lucina blinks a few times.

The sword Sante was using, the flesh-fucking sword. A chick holding it out offers Lucina a sword pattern.

"There's a ghost in blue and white, clothes I've never seen... and now he says," Kill that sister. "

"What!?

"He said if you slash him, you can see hope. He said it could also lead to a way to defeat God. But we... you know... we couldn't stop..."

Slash Sante? Strange ghost? How to defeat God? In front of the soldiers who looked at the story of the little one who got no guidelines, but Lucina was unconsciously grasping the pattern of the flesh-fucking sword.

Lucina turns her eyes silently and shakes her neck sideways to Gallo, who comes close to her and reaches out "I am".

Standing in front of Sante's corpse, the Nagis retreated (duh) a few steps back.

"... the sword of flesh slaughter... the legacy of the brave Hilnor... its properties... its power..."

Slash only those that have life (...).

Lucina, who opened her eyes slightly, waves her flesh-flapping sword down on Sante.

The blade went straight into Sante's flesh from the top of his head, leaving the feeling of bumps, sinking into the earth.

A blade that does not stand on the lifeless. It did pass Santé, without damaging the earth. So... what do you feel now?

The corpse of Sante was frightened. As we all forgot to blink and stare, Sante's flesh was finely convulsed… red particles burst out of his abruptly open mouth.

Like a bloodbath, particles spraying up in the air. From it a red snake popped out with a scream and fell to the ground with a blubber.

From a mutilated section, a rapidly fogging snake. Next to Lucina swallowing her spit, Galore groaned as she wrinkled between her eyebrows.

"A sword ignored the dead host and slaughtered only the living snake... killing only the living being, the blade... of Hilnor, the legacy...!

"God is a being in which a group of living parasites dwelt on the corpse of a giant. If you're a flesh-slapping sword, you can ignore a corpse and attack a snake directly...?

"It would be effective as a weapon trait. But to kill that huge group of snakes, there's only one sword of this size..."

"Perhaps only that sword was unusually long in the legacy because it was intended to be a trump card for the battle against the brave Hilnor, who, with the same idea, would kill God that sword or lead an army of corpses"

Rodmaria, flustered forward, walks over to Santé with the other magic officers. "But for the most part, to mass produce, or to make a bigger weapon, you must have made a wave of it in time for your life"... Rodmaria sighs while Sante's face and throat.

At the next moment, Rodmaria grabbed the remains of the spear that had fallen on me and waved the pattern down on Sante's chest. A pattern that makes a sleigh and a noise and buries it in your chest.

In front of the peeling Lucina and the others, Rodmaria keeps beating Sante's chest like crazy. When Gallol tried to grab the spear, Rodmaria said, "Stop!" He raised his voice sharply.

"Don't do it! How dare you say she is a snobber to us......!

"You're not beating a corpse to the stomach! Here! Here!

To the voice of Rodmaria, Ugh! The bitter voice overlapped. If you look, there's a crease between Sante's eyebrows.

In front of a glistening galore and lukina, Sante began to cough up in abundance as he spewed out the red particles left in his mouth.

Rodmaria throws out the spear wreckage and wipes the sweat off her forehead as she leaves her care to the other janitors.

"... there seemed to be very little damage to my body, so I thought that my heart was the only one stopping without being fatally injured due to some circumstances. I don't suppose the red snake can only manipulate a body apart, can it? From what I hear, it turns into a living corpse."

"Yes, you moved the heart that stopped once...?

"Forgive me. It is a resuscitation technique that was once sealed with witchcraft and was supposedly only allowed to be used by the royal clan… it is close to medicine, using neither spells nor magical circles. It's not magic.

I just remembered the description of the literature and applied it by hand... If the princess will forgive me, I'm sure I won't touch the magic laws... "

Rodmaria, whose voice gradually dwarfs in the gaze of those around her.

But Lucina was showing her teeth as she listened to Sante coughing and couldn't help but suppress her smile.

On Lucina holding Sante's shoulder, Rodmaria grates her chest with relief. Then Gallor accidentally raised his gaze and saw God still in battle and a chunk of white bone.

"But I didn't know to suggest (do) this exact grasp of the properties of the flesh-slapping sword and use it for the defeat of God... the ghost that he appeared before the Nagis is not a Coffin soldier or people no matter what he thinks...

Nagi, where did the ghost go?

"I don't know. It would be this mess, suddenly showing up and going somewhere... but it was a woman. She's a nice woman."

Woman. Shortly after Gallol snapped, an awesome roar that ripped his ears off shook the air.

God is looking up to heaven as he pulls off the arms of the white bone monster. I left Sante with Nagi, where Lucina is still unable to cough up and move, lifting the sword of flesh rejection, and screaming.

"Half the soldiers protect the wounded and non-combatants and retreat! The other half, with me and Gallol, will attack God!

"It's impotent! Master Lucina is in the rear too......!

"My compatriots and even King Separca are turning to God! How can everyone fight when I'm back!!

Before Lucina runs out, Gallol and several warriors stand before her and prepare their weapons.

With various gazes on their backs, Lucina and the others returned to battle as one of the flows of those to God.