It's all one flower.

The warcraft that broke into the stained glass is probably the double-headed wolf we saw on the news.

The heads of men and women raise the roar of the beast, devouring priests and Kirkrus.

Was Senator Pajomok driven by his sense of purpose as a moderator, holding the microphone and calling for frequent evacuations, he did not try to escape.

"Somewhat, I don't mind involving my surroundings. Keep him alive and secure."

Ensign Razootchik whispers low and proceeds against a crowd of people to the chapel wall preaching. The demon soldier Rubel shrinks his large body and follows him without delay.

A group of powerless people push others back and forth, overtake the bench, and kill them to the main door first.

A lot of shoes step on the fallen.

Cursing and golden noises that rush the group going forward in a semi-frequent manner.

who are sandwiched by a fixed bench and groan in pain.

A cry that fails to rise and asks the saints for help.

Countless screams and yells overlapped, echoing the high ceiling, amplifying the panic in the chapel.

The double-headed wolf burns the resentment of prey men and women to the head and stares at the living. My mouth grew and that's all I got back to what Warcraft was.

A priest who directs a believer is cut off from behind his head. Believers around you stand breathlessly.

Warcraft throws up the head of the priest in the aisle.

Leave for a moment and scream, and a group of people escape without shaping.

The tail of the Warcraft gradually strips his teeth off allowances and puts poison into the defenceless body of a powerless people.

... did you break in to kill him, not to eat him?

The woman's head eats and kills an old man who has missed his escape, distorting him into the form of a laugh.

Kirkurs, who have neither the skill to fight nor the power to defend themselves, take their lives without any resistance so that ripe fruits can be trampled.

Rubel, the demon soldier, lost sight of Sistos in a crowd of people.

I felt like I looked familiar to the woman's lustrous dark hair and dark green eyes, but with a look distorted by a grin containing anger and madness and turned into the mouth of the beast, I couldn't seem to remember.

... than that, Senator Pajomok and Sistos.

The clergy and church volunteers were killed off the edge of guiding people, but Congressman Pajomok keeps Mike away and continues to call for evacuation.

Even if I hear voices, people are stuck in the aisle and in the bench and I can't see the front, and I can't get close with [jumping].

A double-headed wolf slaughtered another believer and kicked his bench down the aisle. A group of people flows to the left and right benches, and the Warcraft joins hands and faces the boy and girl from the front.

The head of the tail is oddly large.

Red gems shine with the forehead of a metallic glossy venomous snake that brought the sickle. The head of the snake is huge for crystals that contain magic.

... Is that a little [sorcerer's tear]?

Instead of getting lost in the world with rotting meat and other seedlings, it is possible that the Nemoralist guerrilla summoned [tears] to the door, swallowing resentment towards the Arthurians, and deliberately released them.

That would convince me why I would break in during worship and burst into killing Kirkurs, not just to fill my belly, even if I only worked around the Luffus Light Mark Church or even if there was still time.

I guess the summoner forced the action with the art of the [crossing swan] school.

"Priest, please run away!

Priest Reflexio runs down the corridor where people are reduced towards the Warcraft. Senator Pajomok screams in the microphone, but the priest never stopped.

There is no other figure of a living and moving priest.

By the side of a fine chair, I saw Sistos relieve himself by slipping his hips. I don't see a priest in lavish clothes, probably because he abandoned his followers and ran away.

Senator Pajomok throws out the microphone, grabs the microphone stand and follows the Reflexio Priest.

"No way, are you willing to fight?

Rubel marvels at the senator's recklessness and peeks at Ensign Razootchik.

The superior officer stopped his leg heading into the aisle, pointing to the boy and girl.

"Look. [The Stone Plate of the Consumer]. Approaching, [jump]."

"Ahh!"

People are down so they can look across the aisle. Powerful words can be hidden on floors scattered with blood-soaked bodies and droppings.

"What shall we do?

"Have you forgotten? Somewhat, I don't mind involving my surroundings. Senator Pajomok and secure Sistos."

Rubel interpreted the earlier order as involving a [leap], but was stunned to be ordered again.

... Oh well. This is... this is war.

"Bundle the power of the people, light, bowstrings, demons."

Elsewhere Rubel's upset, Ensign Razootchik unleashed an [arrow of light]. The technique is activated and an arrow created by magic scratches the hips of the Warcraft and disappears.

The wounded warcraft turned around, but just a glance at this one turned right back to the priests.

"You'll be fine from here."

Ensign put his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket and stopped moving.

Believers who can move have escaped the chapel, but the aisle and the bench are left with a considerable number of wounded and fearful people who can no longer move, crying out for help.

"You guys! Run through the back door!

Priest Reflexio slaps the boy's shoulder left in the aisle. On the other hand there was a silver candlestick.

The moment the boy and girl holding hands turned around with a surprised face, a person jumped out of a row of benches hit the priest. Priest Reflexio, struck by accident, falls into the aisle and the candlestick rolls.

The person who hit him also fell with the priest in momentum, but quickly raised his upper body. A knife stained with blood glowed dull with that hand.

Priest Reflexio groans with his flank contained while falling into the aisle.

The red stain spread on the pure white coat.