Hitsugi no Maou

Traces of escaped skeletons (konseki) were rolling with a little smoke in the plains of Si (Akane) color.

Carburized bone pieces, roasted charred human meat, cold hardened oil and fat (bladder). It leads straight from the fort (by the way) to the horizon and into the shadow (by the way) of the rock that is halfway there.

Sabitoga looks at the high smoke rising from the shadow of the rock, lets Hangulin see it, and then steps out.

I swept my throat (throat) like Hanglin said something, but Sabitoga ignored it. In this situation, where there are plenty of traces of enemies left behind and their latent destination is clear, it certainly makes little sense to accompany the non-combatant Hanlin.

But still, I wasn't going to send Hanglin back to the fort alone. Beyond giving a wise description of the bones of the demon who sits in the courtyard of the fort, he must also describe his knowledge of the bones that struck him.

Hanlin's rightful stepsister tries to immerse the Sabitogas in the same despair as herself every time it happens. His findings and guidance are a major force for the Sabitogas, but at the same time propagating (starving) unnecessary despair in the search for the invisible demon's island ahead is also an act of assault, such as poking a blade.

In order not to turn a person named Hungry Old to the 'enemy' at the very least, the balance of the loan with him should have been kept strict.

Eventually, the two following the skeleton reach the rolling rocks of a cornered stone.

Traces of burnt bone pieces and human flesh (and more) continued into the shadows of the rocks like the biggest pillars of the rock. From there, to the white smoke and odor that sprays up, Sabitoga slowly moves forward with a spear.

As we circled the rock, the enemy we pursued appeared light. The flame that burns itself is already gone, but more than half of the skeleton is black, scorched, and somewhat carbide.

Sabitoga looked hard at the skeleton sitting up against her side of her body. The skeleton spilling pieces of other people's flesh from the broken rib bird basket was more than that, combining his hands in front of his chest, snooping, and decaying in prayer.

The remains of the devil float, seated in the courtyard of the fort in the back of his brain.

Why do these monsters die in such an attitude toward God and holy things? That seemed even more offensive to Sabitoga now.

Hanglin throws his voice from behind to Sabitoga walking over to his bones. "I wouldn't go near it," he said.

Sabitoga waved a spear with her temper, smashing the carbide skeleton's cervical spine (tight). Making a flashy noise, the bones splash, and the wax falls to the ground.

Sabitoga looked at his torso, which was still solidified as a prayer posture, and was interrogated by Hanlin with his voice alone without looking back.

"You think he's dead?

"I don't know. I also doubt its accuracy in the first place. Skeletons that move, fight, and prey. Is there such a thing as a concept of life or death..."

"You are a man who has been avoiding the battle because of his weakness. I guess that's why we avoided the wounds and explored the Devil's Island to the deepest point... but its presence (ah) naturally rendered it incomprehensible to confront the Devil's Person, who is a threat.

You can barely tell the truth about the devil by hearsay and speculation. "

Sabitoga waves the spear and knocks down the praying skeleton. Continue your words as you look down at the anomaly that plunges into the ground.

"Supernatural power over moving corpses… I know what it's like to think of them as evil spirits or evil souls. But I'm the executioner, the torturer, who deals with the living. For someone who can breathe and scream, it's like trying to understand as an organism."

"Are you telling me it's not a ghost of death? This skeleton?

"The body feels no pain. The only reason I can scream is because I have life. It must be something that is shattered or threatened with fire… it must have a specific 'shape'"

Hanglin, with a face that didn't fall on him, nevertheless showed interest in Sabitoga's words and came next door.

The two stare at the skeleton that causes the thin smoke to stand (up). Reflecting on what the skeleton looked like when Sabitoga was in motion, he pointed around the femur and said:

"It's the muscles that move the bones. Muscles stretch and contract to lift the skeleton and allow for various movements."

"As the skeleton was walking, something would have been moving his leg in place of the lost (while doing so) femur. If that's a living organ, it should probably be connected to the same place as the muscles..."

Sabitoga pulled the sword out of the spear and ran the blade to the back of the femur.

The blade that slips through the bone when it is stuck accidentally snaps and catches something.

In front of a rounding hanglin, Sabitoga rolled a blade and pulled up something like a clear muscle (zipper) that was attached to the surface of the bone.

It's like mold or mushroom roots, sticking thin and wide on the surface of the bone.

Sabitoga vomited low, "You're hard," as she swept her muscles with a blade.

"It's a terribly tough muscle. When I first stuck the spear in, it sounded like I hit metal. It wasn't a bone. It hit this guy with a blade tip."

"You think that muscle is a substitute for muscle?

"Seems so. Look, when I pull up my muscles, my leg bones lift. It's like a puppet thread. My muscles probably swelled and stretched due to the movement of moisture or something, and I was moving my skeleton. This is the body of the skeleton."

"For example, there may be an explanation that could have been defeated by oil or flames...... where is that muscle leading? If this is the whole body, where is it coming from?"

Sabitoga follows the muscle with a blade tip and grinds (without) the surface of the skeleton. By the way, he showed around his larynx (throat) as he connected the burnt out line.

"I didn't know because it's transparent, but it consists of something like a vocal cord in my throat (throat). Instead of the leg muscles, the muscles also act as vocal cords. Primitive, but all-purpose muscle fiber."

"Much more efficient than human muscles...... can you make vocal cords with just a few fibers (semen)......"

"I have a more obscure report. I also have tense muscles inside my ribs, but this has a fine strain (...). It's in the reservoir of the eaten human body... first of all, definitely the digestive organs. It absorbs nutrients like one of your bowels."

It was really 'cannibalism'.

Sabitoga followed the whole body of the skeleton and stormed the ecology.

Pick up the chopped skull, too, and examine it. Then a plate similar to the tympanic membrane (komaku) was constituted in the ear foramen (jikoku), which, when subjected to the voice of Sabitoga, seemed to vibrate fine and transmit sound through the muscles.

The orbit (cancer) also has a surprisingly wide optic nerve muscle transmission pathway, and the deepest muscle is created with a disc (Enba) that reflects the statue, like the lens of the eye.

A group of thin, thin, and clear fibers were attached to the entire body of the white bone, providing organ functions no different from those of living organisms. And when they connected the fractured areas, they apparently grew from the inside of the skull.

Sabitoga nodded with Hangulin and slammed the bottom of his sword into the burnt burnt burn of his skull.

There is a ripple sound and the bones collapse (scraps). That's how I removed my skull and exposed the interior to the heavenly light of Si (Akane) color...

There was a white, cloudy (garlic) stiffening, cerebral cord (udder of).

For the first time since Hanglin probably met, she raised her voice of pleasure where intellectual curiosity was met. "It's not the Necromancer," his mouth swells with joy.

"Necromancers and evil spirits need brain organs, etc.? Only a brain in complete condition remains on the head of the skeleton (skeleton) that has lost most of its flesh and organs… this means… that…"

"Extremely lightweight, streamlined organisms. The brain and its accessory fibers alone make life, a pseudo-corpse."

Hangryn slapped her hands together with bread and grinned at Sabitoga. "Yes, a pseudo-carcass (skeleton)," he continues with a different light in his eyes.

"An organism. This is an organism. An organism that looked like a corpse. A being who seems dead and alive. A brain that had undergone an unusual evolution was moving and breathing white bones.... but why? Why was this thing born? Someone tried to create a skeleton as a monster, a corpse that moves out of something spiritual or magical? Was there such malice in the past?

It has something to do with immortal water.

Hanglin slaps his hands together again on Sabitoga, who told him to snap.

All the time, the blue colour was dyeing the world more red.

"It should be noted that the organism has shed skin and meat, yet survives only on the skeleton. I see. It's an immortal phenomenon that defies the physics of all things. So who is this skeleton? The fruit of an organism that has insufficiently taken in immortal water? Or something like a failure, so to speak, when the power of immortality appeared in the process of appearing in this world? So what is immortal water... a little bit of a psychotropic drug made by someone, possibilities of artifacts..."

"Hanglin"

He called an explorer as Sabitoga rose to the red world.

"Are you having fun?

Hangryn smiles slowly.

Sabitoga's eyes shone a blistering light as she buried herself in the darkness of her long hair.

"If you don't give up raw, you'll be able to taste the excitement many times in the future. Drop your narrow eyes and stop pulling me and the other Seekers' feet."

……

"If you have a mirror, stay for a peek later. Now you're like - you bought a new pair of shoes, you're like a kid."

You wanted to move on, didn't you?

That's right, I let Sabitoga sink her eyes, and Hangulin stiffened her back teeth hard.