There were many around the firewood who were still alive and did not even try to escape. These people remain on the spot without regard for our dangers in order to enjoy watching the murders by Garcia.
Before Garcia like that, a beautiful girl appeared with her legs heavily exposed in short bread, so I'm glad she stayed, they think. I was expecting a superb murder scene - or a mausoleum play.
Garcia was not willing to kill anyone she didn't even intend to fight. It's not like killing non-combatants and having fun, that kind of thing.
However, when I came to this occasion by chance, I witnessed an apparently reluctant woman being forced to join forces in what seemed like an orgy party, and where I tried to help her, she developed into a killer. Eventually those around the firewood attacked at the same time, until they paid off the firepowder on which they descended.
Opposite Garcia, Junko also felt somewhat uncomfortable. You don't look like such a man, like you enjoy killing people indiscriminately.
"Are you going to try to kill me, too?
With sad eyes, Garcia asks Junko.
"No, nothing? I'm not gonna let you out of here unless you come at me. Okay?
"Right. Same goes for me. Or if it's not the Lord's life."
Garcia seemed relieved by Junko's answer.
"Oh, my God, Tsuma-nae. Kill that woman too."
Someone flies wild, but neither Garcia nor Junko respond.
"He helped me."
Unlike other naked men and women, by the way, a woman who wore torn clothes and made bruises on her face complained to Junko.
"It's up to these guys to be bad. These guys made me..."
"What the fuck, you bitch!
"It's another bunch of guys I've been working on, and don't come with me. They're already dead."
"When a woman comes to a place like this without being prepared to be offended."
Booing flies from here and there.
"Send to Safety Zone"
"Oh, thanks......"
Garcia escorts the woman.
He was a good man.
"You did. You're right not to hand it out. I was pointing it out like a thug, so now I'm a jerk."
Junko told me, he was Yasuse stroking his chest down.
Sylvia and several nights walking down the trail leading to the building witnessed bodies rolling on the road from time to time. I guess it's after we kill each other.
"There were also a few faces in the body that I recognized. With the guests who were coming to our house? I was wondering if there were any regular customers."
How many nights did I say?
Two stop on foot after a short walk.
"Oh, this is amazing again"
The nights unwittingly leak a voice of admiration. And in the midst of the narrow road were heaps of corpses. It is obvious that the bodies were deliberately tampered with, but those bodies were killed exactly the same way. In other words, he who was killed by one.
All of the bodies layered like mountains were burned and blackened only by their faces.
"That? It's not Mr. Lucanenko for how many nights. Finally, you came to the Aemon Festival."
A woman squatting beside a tree called out in a little outsider Japanese.
A skinny white woman in a wizard's hat and a blurry, dark green robe. I don't know how old I am, but I don't think I'm young. My cheeks are badly sprinkled, I have a big bear under my eyes, and my attraction as a woman is scarce. I don't even look like I'm wearing makeup.
Her sitting surroundings were filled with countless dolls and colorful candles erected in old-fashioned candlesticks. The types of dolls vary, being girls, animals and monsters, but there are many antique dolls.
"Ah, Mr. Shirley"
How many nights do we meet lightly? I was a regular customer.
"That's Sylvia, the owner of the Silver Storm Hall. This is that celebrities have come again. Oh, I'm a magician based in Complex Devil, and my name is Shirley McNeil. See you later. Sorry to keep you sitting. With bad legs."
"Silver Storm Hall owner, under Sylvia Dan."
Sylvia introduces herself to Shirley, who greets her politely. At the point where the enemy to be escorted belongs to the complex devil of the same organization, I was slightly wary, but said that the faction is also divided in a huge organization, and if it is connected to the mastermind of this time, Yamatori Yamatsuke, it is difficult to even think about purposefully naming myself as someone from the same organization.
"I'm a regular at this festival. Have fun."
"Did you do this pile of corpses? What are you doing at this festival?
Shirley chuckles as Sylvia asks.
"I just enjoy the festival. But if you're strong... I like to burn my face down. I don't imitate going to kill you from myself, though. Only the ones who attacked me."
(Even if I don't know what to do with myself, it's a danger zone around here, and knowing that I'm here means I'm willing to kill you.)
Sylvia, who is heartbroken, but kept quiet.
"Do you also know about the organizer's electrified house Yamazaki Nobusuke?
"Of course. I'm not close, but I think this festival he hosts is great, and I appreciate it."
"Do you know where he is?
Keep asking questions, Sylvia.
"Come on? But I think it's in that building. I think there's only about that kind of building here, and if I'm in a position to manage the festival, I think the indoors would be suitable."
"I see. That's a well-understood reason. Thank God."
Hearing Shirley's answer, Sylvia tried to leave the scene early enough. We meet for nights and rush after Sylvia.
(Sister, didn't you like Mr. Shirley?
Nights to reckon with. Exactly.
After that, we both followed the building without encountering anyone.
A big building that looks ancient, just painted blue with paint. Horizontal widths are expected, but not as high. It would be about five stories at best. It feels like the blocks of the rectangle are unmade, and there are no windows. There are only doors.
The lights are on the roof of the building. And it looks like there are people. I did see a shadow moving at the edge of the roof.
"Go in? Wait here?
"Let's stay in. If you have enemies waiting inside, you should clean them up first."
Sylvia said a few nights to confirm and walked out toward the door.
Apprenticeship warriors Follow the man who took Hoshino Fukumura, Kishimie Branch and Kurizo.
The opponent is running with each person in his arms, so he just couldn't escape and was caught up.
Seeing you even get in enough attack ranges, the butcher Miki pulls out his gun and shoots the man in the leg.
A man falls and releases the Fox Village Startail.
"Mr. Sato, Suke-"
The man's cry was cancelled by a minute torso chain released by Kurizo. The minute torso was destroying the head.
"Fox Village"
Kurizo speaks up. In the shock of killing her lover in front of her, Fujimura Hoshino remains relieved and does not try to wake up.
"Wake up if you're a warrior. Know you're still on the battlefield."
To the words of Kurizo, Fukumura Hoshino finally wakes himself up with him in captivity.
When Kurizo approached us and tried to remove the restraint...
"Be careful!
The butcher Mitsubishi made a sharp voice. Kurizo flies to the side. A sharp blade-like light penetrates the space where Chestnut Three was.
A raised Foxville star tail's neck takes a direct hit of the light. My neck leans in a strange direction.
After a short time, the body fell forward as well. With the neck bone completely broken and the cervical spine destroyed.
"If it hadn't happened, this wouldn't have happened. If you weren't a warrior, you wouldn't have died."
An old man in a suit who appeared from among the trees - a sacrifice by Sato - said in a nasty tone, laughing at it.