It's all one flower.

Turning around, morning signs were about to crawl up the edge of the mountain.

Apparently, the Nemus Liberation Army is not willing to come back out.

Spelldoctor Septentorio still turns the stars to blink and defends the temple of the group of people fleeing the Ristover Autonomous Region.

Due to the removal of dirt and fallen leaves from the bedrock of the [exorcism] protecting the streets of Kublum, a line was taken without straying into the path.

It was the fear of the Nemus Liberation Army that struck the Autonomous Communities that drove the tired line forward and west. Without weapons or magic, they have no means against the army of wizards.

Even if the spelldoctor Septentorio could only confirm it, the troops he encountered at the eastern end of Kublum Street last night were captains of the [plunging eagle (wasp)] school of Magic Warriors and negotiators of the [flying eagle (taka)] school of weapons craftsmen who could fight themselves.

If they were serious about fighting, they wouldn't have even remembered to defend themselves, not to mention having strong magic, in a septentrio who completed the [blue one-wing] school of healing wounds.

Think back the way, wipe the cold sweat that it was a dangerous bet.

I saw people squatting in the streets.

No one has been able to bring out proper bedding or cold protection, such as blankets. The men who were packed in the ancient newspapers and slept together awoke to the sneaky footsteps and looked at them. Nobody says anything, put his face on his lap and go back to sleep.

You were right to lead a couple of newspaper shoppers.

The spelldoctor Septentorio put his hood back on deep and searched for Captain Solgnac in a group of people who lay dotted on the street.

The decaying cabins of the forestry union are hung with blue sheets. It was secured to a concrete block with rope and kept out the wind instead of a roof and wall that fell nearly half way.

The workshop where the cabin was built was neat and cleared of all kinds of stumps that Sun Sheng (Hikoba) could stretch. In the center there is a concrete block loaded (kamadu), but no fire is put in, and the miscellaneous demon wanders around. At the edge close to Kublum Street, several men were surrounding the fire.

"Um, Mr. Solniak..."

"I'm sleeping over there."

"I just replaced the watch."

"You shouldn't wake me up."

"Really? Thank you."

The spelldoctor, Septentorio, whispered with the watchmen and stepped into the workplace. A group of miscellaneous demons are kicked into the [exorcism] of the white coat and flee between the trees.

The weather seems to have been nice the last few days and the ground was dry.

The non-watchmen slept on streets protected by [exorcisms] stones, not working squares where they could burn.

"The cabin is reserved for women and children. Old man, hit the fire over here."

Don't bluff. The voice stops the curse doctor.

"I am a Civic Hospital curse doctor. [Simple junction] throughout this square will increase the number of fires and keep you safe and warm.... if you can use magic"

The dark shadow created by the flames of the fire makes the stray and confused look deep.

And they that fled with them laid the firewood that they had picked up earlier on the edge of the square.

... If the captain talks about the PLA while he's asleep, don't panic.

A spell doctor, Septentorio, stabs the newspapers with a nail.

"Explain the situation before you wake up."

"Right. Hannashi is a hassle many times."

The look the newspaper guy gives to the curse doctor is far from over.

There were no voices in favour, but there were no voices against.

The spelldoctor picked up a bottle of firewood and began to draw a line separating the inside from the outside on the soil ground.

... Nemus Liberation Army... If the head of the Klukwa City branch were the one to unravel things, he wouldn't come up to Kublum Avenue.

Septentorio prays that the commander is not an amateur of strategy and continues to prepare for [the simplified junction].

Something moved on the edge of my sight, on the wooden side of the cabin.

The spelldoctor's leg stops.

Watchdogs who perceive the anomaly look out for those who turn to Hood's face. The hands of the confectioners who were making the new incendiary stopped.

The color of the sky is diminishing, but not yet foreseeable between the trees. People's eyes follow the sound of trampling twigs. Something about three times human crawled between the trees.

"Eh! Enemy attack! Wake up!"

"Then it's a monster -!

I am not a mischievous demon. Things equipped with the flesh of this world come close as they hessily fold the descending and falling branches.

People jump up and look around.

The women rolled (meshed) their blue sheets.

"Don't leave! Pull in!"

A man with a burning branch screams at the cabin.

Septentorio pulled out [infinite bottles] of water with the technique of [manipulated water]. Although I let the water mass drift through the universe, if I don't know what kind of warcraft it is, I can't decide the next move.

Fear and agitation will be exposed in the morning sun as it begins to rise.

Captain Solgnac runs into a working square with a pistol in his hand.

Captain!

"Cover me, please."

"Cover... what do I do?

"Can you stop that move?

"I'll try to float it with water"

Following instructions that did not seem to wake him up, the curse doctor forced a block of water into the tree. About a cup of water for a light tiger carrier slips between things like potatoes and the ground. Command further with powerful words, and pull the water itself away from the ground.

Morning light shoots over the perimeter, watering down the young leaves.

A giant potato worm followed the old man's upper body, with the old woman's half stuck to his back like a backstroke emerge.

Bullshit grown man's arms scratch the universe. There is no expression on the old man who forms the head. His mouth spreading out softly, the mouth of a bug protruding that seemed to swallow humans whole.

"If he eats you, will you be like your grandmother?

Employee Praesaw retracts the branch where the fire was.

Every time the torso of a potato worm snaps, the old woman gets twisted.

The movement of the Warcraft could be stopped, but not until the movement. A blow in the water, twisting himself and scratching to escape the surgery. Septentorio commands the water to create a flow towards the center and let it escape.

The Warcraft was resistant to the flow, and an old man's head and arm, part of his body knot, took off. Captain Solniak wakes up shooting iron and puts up a pistol with both hands.

I don't know whose arm it belongs to. My arm grabs a thick branch, and when the warcraft's half drifts, it leaves the water.

A gunshot struck the mountain at dawn.

A silver bullet shot through the old man's forehead, but not a drop of blood. A pierced bullet ate into the trunk. Things like white nematodes crawl out of empty holes in the void (depression) and mix in the water.

... No way, toddler? It's not good for that to break into the creatures of this world.

"Water, roll hot!

Septentorio commanded in powerful words, and boiled the waters that wrapped the warcraft. I don't think I can do anything about it with hot water, but I didn't think of any other means of attacking Septentorio, the spelldoctor, aggressively.

"The human part is a predatory victim, not a body of warcraft"

"Do I have to hit the potato worm?"

From the corporeal gangle of the potato worm that joins the torso of the old man, legs like adults and legs like larvae suckers grew irregularly. The larvae sucker attaches to the trunk and resists the water flow.

Around hot water, they don't feel any itching.

The second shot struck the torso of a potato worm protruding from hot water, but the silver bullet was bounced against the body, which looked soft, and plunged into the ground.

People retreat to the other side of the workplace, not where they are reinforced by burning branches.

Captain Solgnac manipulates the revolver without letting go of his eyes from the Warcraft and takes out only one bullet of silver.

"Can't this get more powerful by caging magic like some sort of arrow?

"Do you know how to... [The Devil's Arrow]?

The spelldoctor also looks at the warcraft and approaches the captain with his sliding feet as he manipulates the water.

The moment I touched my hand, the bullet wrapped itself in a magical, pale light. The engraved curse looked familiar.

"This is [Mutsubikoko-karin]! [Rapidly Descending Eagle (Washi)] Faculty Attack Magic."

Captain Solgnac loads a magical bullet.

"Water, split into two hands."

On the command of a powerful word, the water that wraps the warcraft moves to the head and the ends of the body ganglia. The torso of the potato worm freed from the hot water twists violently, and the taken in old woman is twisted.

Captain Solniak stops breathing and aiming.

I pour hot water into my mouth wondering if I can stop the Warcraft from moving somehow, but the creatures in this world continue to move with insane intensity the torso with which my hands and legs grew in bullshit, as always.

Shots fired.

The magical bullet plunged into the torso of the potato worm beneath the old woman.

Without penetration, the worm's torso begins to expand.

"Become... what?

"Oh, hey, guys, run!

Praesaw drops the branch where the fire was, and the newspaper screams.

... No way, absorb my magic... No, I'm not.

The Warcraft will swell and burst several times its original size.

Captain Solniak woke up shooting iron, but that was not necessary. Suddenly the colour of the Warcraft is lost and disappears into the wind wondering if it has become ash and collapsed.

Septentorio scratched the nematodes that fell to the ground with soil by soil [manicured water]. Ash-cloudy water crawls around the roots of the trees while restoring transparency, catching no more than one fallen nematode.

"Little shards of sun wheels descend. Light heat in the wheel. Fire."

I picked up the branches, drew a circle on the ground, and stuck [furnace]. Bake the ashes and nematodes swallowed by water into an impromptu incinerator. He threw all the contents of the water into a circle, commanded it repeatedly in powerful words, and raised his firepower to the limits of this technique.

"Hot, hot, flaming, dance! Hot, hot, flaming. Dance..."

"Hey, why are you suddenly ashamed?

A newspaperman stopped by the dreaded curse doctor and captain.

Captain Solniak answers. The Star Road Prostitutes said they were also hunting warcraft in the Barack Zone in the eastern part of the Autonomous Region.

"The bullet must have blurred into the“ nucleus of existence ”of the Warcraft."

"The nucleus of existence...?

"In this world, in the ghost world, in the underworld... it is the very" being "that pierces the core of the flesh and the ghost. Demons are inherently inhabitants of the Unseen. If we destroy the flesh and the phantom at the same time or damage the nucleus of existence, we will no longer be in this world (depression) or the phantom world, and we will be sent to the underworld."

"Um, is dying a trick?

"That's what I'm saying. For the time being, you won't be able to come out of this world."

The relief spreads to the people, as the women lift the edge of the blue seat slightly and face out of the cabin.

By the time he had burned down all the larvae of the Warcraft in the form of nematodes, the night was completely dawn.