It's all one flower.

Only the national highway is cleared of debris.

Farkil walked along the national highway that runs vertically through the city of North Zakart, surrounded by a barrier of demonic shelter.

Did you get a direct hit by a bomb, a reinforced concrete building collapses, a wooden private house, etc. only leaves a little charcoal.

Traces of restoration stand out on the national highway through the city.

Reports of the transport of relief supplies from the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, not by magic machine vessels, but by road using the Zakart tunnel (tunnel) and the national highway, I guess, are true.

Farkill took a picture of the national highway restoration site against the backdrop of a collapsed building.

Signature-like objects are shaky and illegible.

Was there more inhabitants of the powerless people than Farkill thought, and the wreckage of automobiles stands out in the burns?

Billboards, automobiles, buildings destroyed and reinforced stripped...... burning marks that do not even leave traces of life.

Fragments of air strike damage are taken and UP to SNS one after another.

No body has been found on one column.

Did you magically ash it or burn it out in an air raid?

Or was it eaten by demons...

More and more comments are attached to SNS posts, images are shared with followers and diffused to followers as well.

Farkill accessed the bulletin board he would always view.

Uploaders dedicated to bulletin boards include images of ruins and images near the Zakart tunnel (tunnel) one at a time.

On the bulletin board, images and article addresses were pasted and directed to the SNS.

- I am now in the city of North Zakart on the western edge of the island of Nenia.

- I went into the city after the air raid.

- So far, I haven't seen any residents. The shadows are full of miscellaneous demons.

- Only the national highway is cleared for the transport of relief supplies in Lacrimaris?

- Save on charging, I won't return the less.

- As long as there's life, charge and radio waves, I'll post.

I also got one comment after another on this, but I closed my browser just looking at it.

Connect the charger and refrain from shooting for a while.

... somewhere, a toco with a roof and walls left?

I can't sleep in a boulder. I want to make sure I have a place to rest in the light.

In the burnt passenger car, the miscellaneous demon that avoids the sun clogs tightly.

... uh... this means that the toko with the roof could be a nest of miscellaneous demons...

How long does [exorcism] of gloves kick you?

Farkill followed the national highway so beautifully cleared out of place.

Stepping into a pile of rubble is too dangerous.

Not knowing when it would collapse, there was a chance that demons would lurk as well as miscellaneous demons.

Even when I photographed the Miscellaneous Demon, I didn't photograph it or photograph it. Strange to see but not picture, but I can't help it.

Walk about five minutes and take another picture and UP.

Comments on the first article UP reached three digits.

UP ten images in a row, with short captions, and publish them as individual articles.

< Image reproduction is free. However, machining is not allowed >

I thought of it and added it to my profile section.

Close your browser and walk on deserted national highways.

If you have first aid repairs, this road leads to the city where people live.

Trucks transporting supplies may pass by.

... Shall we hitchhike in the pretense of the locals?

I think it's a sweet idea.

Worst case scenario, if you go down the road, you'll get to some city.

I have no idea how many days it will take, I may be preyed upon by demons, but it's not like I have no atheism at all.

... [Exorcism] and all the little things you can handle... won't bother you.

The national highway is filled with coal-mixed dust and traces of tires continue north.

Looking east, every building with its original shape gave its head, but there was no way to get there.

Farkill wanted to leave this city of death quickly and go where people live.

Of course (of course), for my own safety, I wanted to hear about the burned out inhabitants.

The shadow was shorter, past noon, but there was no hunger.

The only food I've brought out of the house is a few days' worth of sturdy bread and cans. I also want to save as much as possible on this as on batteries.

If I unearthed the traces of the store, I thought there was about a can, but I didn't bring Scoop or anything.

Bite your teeth at the supposed sweetness, but it's too late.

By the time the clock on the terminal was around fifteen o'clock, Farkill had left the north end of the city.