While Castle Front was thriving on Harry Benjamin's retirement concert, there was an anomaly in the corner of Zunfantasy City.
"What, these guys..."
"Where did you come from? I didn't know you were in the whole city so much..."
"Are you even manipulated by Harmeln's whistle blowing? Creepy."
"Could be the foretaste of a major earthquake."
Covering the roads, they marched, and the inhabitants of Zunfantasy City looked at them strangely.
There are hundreds and thousands of dogs and cats out there, a bunch of dogs and cats, who don't know how many, and they're moving in a clean line, obviously in a controlled motion. Everyone looks in the same direction with a look like they've been plucked out of their souls.
The cats and dogs walk away with no reaction at all, even when humans touch them. Of course I don't respond when I speak up.
Those who watched this too unusual and creepy sight eventually notice one fact. These dogs and cats said they were walking towards the castle.
Harry's concert was going on without any problems. All the bullets that are occasionally fired upon are prevented by Kehiko, and those who shoot are stopped by Kabadyman fighting back.
"By the way... I won't impose this though"
Where I sang about four songs, Harry enters MC.
"Anyone want to die with me?
To Harry's inquiry, a twist occurs.
"If you want to get true unity with me when I come to death while I'm Live, get on stage."
Harry lowered his guitar as he said it and received a heavy machine gun from the staff to put it on both hands.
"I'll kill you while you sing. I wish you'd be a ghost and join me until the concert's over. '
Harry calls for a full smile. The audience suspected that it would be a joke, while others could discern that it was serious.
"Come on, who's the honorable martyr number one!? You're gonna give me the honor of being killed with my hands! Camone! '
When Harry screams with momentum, the guards in front of the stage pull in unison.
With cheer, fans show up to the stage with us first. Not all of them, of course. Rather very few from the whole view, but still the fans get to the stage next to next and go up.
Harry resumes playing, singing, and relentlessly hives fans on stage with machine guns. I care about the angle of the muzzle so that no stray bullets fly under the stage. For now, I'm not going to kill anyone who doesn't want to die.
Some saw Harry really starting to kill and his fanaticism cooled down, but more and more fanatics.
"You've begun to be impotent."
Adonis groans in dismay.
"Harry's uncle must be driving that normal. I'll pull on the strange demon possessed guest."
With the cold eyes of his coming dreams, he sees those who were shot dead by Harry and turned into corpses and rolled.
"He became an angel of death. But I only take those who want death. Not at the moment."
Angel was skeptical. Now I keep it only for those who want to die, but I wonder if it will be more rampant one of these days.
"Hands free, go inside the castle."
V5 speaks to the doomsayers.
"It's a request from Historical Pleasure. An intruder is in the castle after Historic Pleasure. I'd have trouble getting that woman to die right now."
"Right. So, other than Kehiko and Kabadiman, we're going to the castle."
Adonis saw and spoke with him.
"Uh... hey, just two left on the boulder and the other four moving..."
I wonder if four of the six will be off Harry's guard, V5.
"It would suffice if only Kehiko and Gabadiman were in charge here. Rather, it's the intruders in the castle who need strength."
"That intruder must definitely be the Junkos. They're the only ones who can do such a bold thing."
"Oh well."
Adonis and I were told to continue to dream, and the weak V5 of push pulled in with it.
Junko, walking alone in the castle, quickly encountered the enemies.
"This looks like O'Annes... a little different? Is it a chimera with an oanness as its prototype?
The five humanoids in front of Junko are similar to that of Oannes, but the body is smaller than two turns, but much more muscular than the normal Oannes. O'Annes has crushed eyes, but this one is very big. My whole body is covered in grey mucus, stretched from all over my body, extremely thin, and like a long string, dripping on the floor.
"Guppy, there was a guy with an egg. I've forced you to grow up and mess with a lot of things. Junko is still a good guy and doesn't experiment with animals.
History's teasing voice echoes from the speaker.
(I reacted to one of these dialogues... Because it's true)
Crazy and Junko spills a smile.
"I'm not a good guy. I'm just following my feelings, and I'm just ruling it out and imposing it on myself."
"Ahokusa. Being a complete freedom from all ethics and constraints is what it should take to be a Mad Scientist -. Guppy, Guppy, Guppy. '
"Fumi-chan, it's hard to say that Mad Scientists are free at a time when they think about it like this, right? I mean, Fumi-chan always sees things at 0 or 100, right? Besides, I'm stuck in cheap binomial antagonistic thoughts, and I've framed the doctrinal assertion thoughts into factional positions, and I've stopped thinking, and such a one-bit brain. So, it's far from freedom, huh?
"Guppy... you're as good a mouth as ever!
Until then, Shi Yue, who was in a good mood, uttered a grumpy voice when she was lightly cocked for being pointed out by Junko. It is twice as intolerable a person, and I am particularly bad at suppressing emotions. The boiling point is also extremely low.
"I'm just keeping the facts in my mouth. In the first place, come on, man can't get complete freedom. Even if there is such a thing, on the contrary, I think it is painful. Because humans are creatures who seek restraint somewhere."
"Uh, already. Fine. Thank you for testing my cute mice. Come on, go. We can't do it. We're both trash. Enjoy me. '
In response to the voice of Historical Pleasure, the Five O'Annes Sukikomori rushes out with purity.
(That mucus is poison... not. What's like that string?
The pure child involved in the analysis, but at a glance alone, he was a difficult creature to understand what nature it was.
A long string that was hanging lifts up and flickers around O'Annessed.
(Nerves and muscles aren't in that string. Ah... this...)
Analyzing the strings, Junko noticed a fact.
As soon as the five Oannes approached Junko, countless strings were shaken simultaneously, and shortly afterwards, an electric shock stormed the aisle and blew away.
(Glad I noticed it just before -)
Junko was clamping his hands, controlling electronic motion, and disabling all electric shocks. As long as it is not unintentional, all temperature changes and electric shocks can be disabled. However, if the defense is delayed without forecasting, the damage will be taken normally.
Seeing something like a string, it was very similar to that of power generating cells such as denki eels. The structure of the muscles and nerves also makes it easier to flush electricity. And that mucus is an insulator to withstand even when exposed to discharge itself.
"Stop."
Historical pleasure speaks of restraint. O'Annes, their movements stop.
"What do you say, Guppy? They're the ones I'm working on. They're the ones who treated me for biogenic power generation. I still need research, but I want to make sure that in the end any creature readily prepares its power generating capacity. What happens then? Your body is too small for a bug size, making high voltages is tight, but a dog or cat size would be too powerful for you. The advent of a delightful world that would make terrorism and assassination easier if they could generate electricity. I can change the world. Guppy, don't be jealous, Junko. '
Where Shi Yuan spoke so much, O'Annes and all the others raised their hands and posed for surrender.
"But my research is stuck. The persistence that generates electricity is not good. So after that, Junko sends his regards. Come back to me with your research data when you make progress. Of course, I'll return the mouse."
"Yes, sir."
Junko accepted it naturally, as it was a historical pleasure to say all on his own, but this development was something he had predicted, and as a natural flow of duels between Mad Scientists.
I was walking down the aisle by myself. My tired legs stop.
Three people showed up in front of me.
"Are you tired? It's hard to do. I'm going to cry as soon as I bully you."
Of the three, a tired and most familiar figure teases in a mean tone.
"Dream on. If it's a battle, I can't help it, can I? Because even the truth is killing me."
Tired as I say, I invoke the demon knife 'concubine pine' in Apart. Three people showed up before tiredness: Coming Dream, Mercy Nah, and Angel.
"But the truth is you're alive, right? Not as a threat."
A dream to smile and shrug your shoulders.
"Come on, you can't be alarmed. Ah, Blue Hassibiro."
"Between demons who looked like angels across the street. But the difference in power is historical. The key is how you and I can support each other."
Mina poses and says in a conceited tone as Angel pushes her sunglasses with her fingers.
"No, pity is avant-garde. Me and Angel are here to help. It feels like Mina's the star."
"Uh, eh?
To her decision to come dreaming, Mina raised her voice up with her pose on.