Hitsugi no Maou

What should I describe that alien (Iggy) as?

It flutters and shakes the body. It engraves the long, thin silhouette into the red light and sprays up the orbit (cancer) and fine blood smoke (chimuri) from the mouth.

No eyeballs were fitted in the orbit, lips (chills) peeled off from the mouth (were), and teeth were swollen out.

Skeletons without skin or meat. Or extremely spoiled, corpses.

If we are to describe that in bloody terms, we have to use the name of the deceased, not the living. I don't think there's an approximate life, but I do breathe and move, an alien corpse (shikan).

Sabitoga observes the opponent, who has a upper back (wow) for four minutes than herself, with a twist and an intermission. The skeleton is extremely close to mankind, apart from its size, but obviously has different characteristics than those of the Sabitogas.

The ribs. The ribs of the long skeleton are unusually developed and swollen (fuzzy) enough to take in the larynx (throat) bones and pelvis.

It is still a plaid bone cage similar to a bird cage. Inside the basket of ribs with the pelvis as the bottom, it was probably preyed upon and swallowed (of), stuffed with human flesh pieces.

Earlobes (jitters) on arms, feet, guts, and eyeballs, and nose beams. The eaten human body area is compressed and sticks out of the gap (sukima) in the bone.

On the nose and nose that spills with a burrito as the trunk moves, a ledge from outside of sight says, "Cannibal skeleton......!" He raised his voice, drawn.

To that voice, the skeleton turns its face around.

Why can you recognize Ledge's voice when you don't have an ear? Are you trying to point an orbit without an eye?

What's the point of that act?

Sabitoga replaced the suspicion with a growl (like this) and thrust it into the skeleton pointing that way. He sees his opponent face back in front of him again before moving out, sticking his spear tip out into the birdcage of his ribs.

sounded unusually hard. Intense resistance comes through the hand, as if it had struck a cow's femur (more or less this one).

The skeleton made a gold cut out of his throat (throat) without a vocal cord. A lot of blood smoke hits Sabitoga's hair and a large hand bone approaches her face.

Trying to prevent it with his arms, Straw ran in behind the skeleton. Seeing that he could not pull out his sword by an enemy without meat, he hits the lumbar bone of the skeleton from body to body and screws Sabitoga's spear from the other side into the gap between the ribs (Sukima).

The handbones of the disfigured (crumbed) skeleton blurred Sabitoga's cheeks (cheeks), and the stone projections of the spear stuck to the floor. Sabitoga flips herself over and jumps (yawns), tapping the sole (crease) into the spear pattern (eh) that connects the floor to the ribs.

When I wondered if there was a sound to be made, two ribs that were in contact with the spear flew off and danced through the universe. Pulling through spears and hollow bird baskets, rotten arms drip and spill.

The skeleton knelt down and screamed. That's an obvious scream of pain.

A dark orbit without an eye (cancer) is looking at Sabitoga.

There's certainly anger there. There were signs of living emotions.

"Get both of you away from me!

Sabitoga and Straw kick the floor at the same time to the sounding girl's voice. Shortly afterwards, an iron deep pot (fluffy pan) hit the back of the skeleton.

I left it on fire, it's an oil-cooking pan. Pumpkin oil heated by cancer splashes all over the skeleton and bursts (greeting).

Awesome. The smell of burning bones, blood, and human flesh sprays up, and the fragile skeleton flies a splash of oil.

Behind Sabitoga's sight, which caught his face, the colour of his chisel and flames subsided. Sabitoga's ear, which retreats further as a, is shaken by the exalted (like this) cut scream of the ledge.

"Shut up! Fuck you. Yeah!

"Idiot! Stop it!!

Shortly after I heard Straw's voice, a bunch of firewood (mackerel) on the oil-filled skeleton flew in, and the firepowder bonked! And I made a noise and exploded.

In hot vegetable oil, predatory human fat (bladder). The flames take everything in and burn flashly.

When I didn't think it was a good idea, the skeleton that turned into a flaming mass (heap) was rushing out in a semi-frequent fashion. Run around buildings made of old trees and grass scattered with flames and oil.

"Put out the fire!" and Hanglin in the attic makes a rare loud noise. The skeleton that put the fire together before Sabitoga responded smashed through the fort walls, scattering pieces of wood and bone, leaving for the outside.

"... by the way, this, asshole. Stupid. Stupid. Bokenas' heroic taste, trying to take away all the good things, eventually escapes, big dumb."

"Sorry......"

A smaller ledge cleans up the burnt wood as she continues to bathe (ah) all over Straw's cursing murmur.

The fire was left (mostly) damaged to such an extent that about half of the hall's floor disappeared as a result of the desperate fire extinguishing activities of the five. The structure of the fort (by the way) is barely damaged by pulling the floor before the walls and columns are extended.

Still, Ledge, who almost burned everyone to death at the party, is just as fierce (because of it already) and left to be smacked and kicked (kicked) by straws and girls.

Sabitoga wiped (f) the oil that flew in her face with a wet (no) -like nappy cloth with water, making sure there was no fire left around, and then called out to Hanlin, who was sitting on the floor, to "hang out with me for a second".

"Follow the escaped skeleton. You'd be familiar with the terrain around here, and picking up his tracks would be a treat."

"... wouldn't you be better suited there, Straw? Whatever the terrain, in an emergency, I won't be a fighter."

"Straw repairs the fort gate with the other two. The skeleton must have broken right in through the collapsed gate. We need a squad chasing the enemy and a squad securing base, both of whom need a leader in battle. To protect my people."

Hangryn lifts her hips like a supreme (very) whisper as she glances (besties) at the struts that snort at her.

Sabitoga kept his voice slightly low and interrogated him as he lost his travel clothes and exposed his torso, lending him a grass cloth for bedding.

"That skeleton is the Demon King or what you call the Demon One? Kill a thousand more of those and you'll get immortal water?

"That's the story. Most of all, you are only a kind of demon. There are more formidable and terrible enemies out there."

"But if the enemy in that hand is the opponent, it's not like there's no hope"

Hangryn apparently didn't understand the meaning of the word, twisting her neck while feathering a hanging cloth.

Sabitoga gripped the spear, and saw the hole in the wall where the skeleton had broken, and he exhaled.

"If you're someone who feels pain, you can make it my 'bait'. The executioner's, the torturer's, the show of arms."