Sayonara Ryuusei Konnichiwa Jinsei

Against me who wants to commute the seven heroes who are still being blamed in hell, the condition that Enma gave once stood in front of me, and a large magical bassrel that was enemies with the power of the old dragon and the artificial monster. To persuade and persuade him to reincarnate.

Enma didn't tell me which of the seven heroes was being blamed for being secret of hell, but I still think I'm a friend, and if they were a little easier, I wouldn't reply .

That being said, my honest impression was that Bastrell's name appeared here.

However, according to Enma, Bastrel is certainly an unprecedented dead.

There have been many examples of human dead, spirit beast dead, devil dead, divine dead, but Bastrel will be the first such as the dead with the factors of the old deity dragon and the worst demon beast.

The factor of the Old God Dragon, whether it keeps blaming in hell or incarnating, is a tremendous shackle, and if I had the only possibility to manage it, it was the birth of Bastrel in this world As one of them, it is not something that can be left alone.

If you're Renia, you've probably ignored him if you knew of Enma's offer, but it's a difficult story for me.

Leaving the room with the Enma and proceeding down the hallway of the court, occasionally passing all the gods of judging and punishment, and their relatives, prisoners, they all bow down equally to me and Enma.

Everyone seems to be busy with Enma leaving his seat, but if Enma works without solving the problem of Bastrel, it will be inefficient as a result, and everyone is inevitably inevitable I wonder.

As we hear the red and purple corridors, some buildings, and the voices of the dead, we keep on going all the way to a corner that leads to hell, where the prisoners are strictly guarded.

A male demon with green skin and a stunning single horn, a female demon with black hair and two horns without any hesitation to describe it as large but beautiful, and a black dog head There is a figure of an Anubis God's kin who is a figure of a half-beast and a half-man.

Anubis is Enma's entourage who is equivalent to Tanatus and Hypnos at Hades.

Although the origin is completely different from the Buddhist deity, Enma, the deity and authority are appropriate to be called the great deities, and although Enma is formally standing on top, it can be said that the substance is almost the same.

There were no known instances of sinners who fell into hell getting out of there, but those who guard the gates of hell have no relaxed atmosphere. It is good to be sincere in your job.

As the gatekeepers bow down to us without disturbing, the hellish gate, which seems to be just stone, which has been dyed all black, slowly opens to the other side.

The only people in hell are the guilty dead and the prisoners who blame them. Hell has a funnel-like shape, and the more you go down, the more sins you get, and some are forever forgiven.

At the top, the punishment seems to be surprisingly surprising for hell, but in the case of Bastrel, it would have been dropped closer to the bottom.

In the darkness you can't see, you can see sparkling lights at even intervals. Although the feet are bare soil, there is a residence for prisoners near the gate, and it is also a fort that prevents a sinner from trying to escape from hell.

In front of the open hell gate, Enma talked to me standing beside me.

"Would you like to get to Bastrell?"

"I'm grateful, but I can see the location of Bastrell here too, because of his relationship, it's easy to see where each other is."

"Don't look happy. You're talking to hell hell graduates. Nobody imitates you.

But why don't you use force in the darkness just because Bastorel says something? If the hell collapses and the sinners overflow into the underworld, I can't see it. ''

"I'll do my best, but it's Bastrell. The last words I still hear are still a bit complicated, to be honest."

The words that Bastrell, desperately caught, finally muttered forcelessly, realizing that he had just danced on my palm. I didn't even notice it at that time, but now I look back and find a little bit of thought.

If you meet differently, if you meet earlier, or if you have a different personality in Bastrel, a number of possibilities go through my mind.

Now all of that is nothing. I know it's useless just to think. But ...

"Dragon, take a look at this along the way. It records everything in Bastrel's mind and all his life."

In response, Enma handed me a small hand mirror.

I saw at a glance that it was a sacred glass with similar properties that Enma used when judging the dead. A clean glass mirror is a tool for determining the evil of the dead, but it is a backward compatible product.

"It looks like you'll have to make a difficult decision whether you don't want to know."

Looking at the hand-mirror with the silver rim handed to me, I couldn't help but suppress a bitter smile from appearing at my mouth.

`` Hades seemed to have read his thoughts from the soul of Bastrel once, but he just said he wished he had acted like Renia's daughter. ''

"Hmm, in fact, Renia and Bastrel are close at hand. Renia was blessed in various ways, but apart from their temperament, Bastrel could have made a difference if it weren't.

No, it's not so meaningful after all. Then I'll go soon. I don't think it will take much time ... "

"I'm telling you to persuade you to reincarnate, but don't worry too much and talk as you think. Whatever result you get, it's the best result.

When you talk to Bastrell, my business is over. Then put your face in the middle. It's busy, but there's plenty of room to say hello to you. ''

"I'm going to do that. Neither Hades nor you have changed, so would she too.

As long as they meet with Bastrell, their appearance is better as an old god dragon than a human, so I decided to put the old dragon on the human body.

As the gatekeepers saw the old dragon as dragons, and screamed, I spread six wings and flew inside hell.

A hell where the prisoners cut the bodies of sinners endlessly with blades full of rusted and eroded blades.

Hell where sinners are laid down on the burnt iron ground, their limbs are also restrained by a burnt iron rope, beaten with an iron whip, and then traced with an iron ax or saw.

A hell that is dropped in a pot filled with boiling water, oil, and melted iron, boiled, fried, and baked with the same pain as before.

There are still other hells of countless punishments, and much of the punishment, especially in deeper hell, can be enormous, ranging from trillions to hundreds of thousands of years in earth-world time.

But still someday it will be an enduring torment, and the most sinful sinners who are not even forgiven will not be allowed to be reincarnated or extinguished, and will continue to be tortured unless the underworld is extinguished.

I just keep on flying in search of Bastrell as the prisons emerge in various places as the bare ground and darkness continue.

Occasionally I saw hellish hellish prisoners seeing me and looking terrified, but this is not the case with them.

In addition to the surprised faces of the prisoners, a myriad of new screams resounding as if to shake the whole hell, but ... but, though they were not destroyed by me, they were killed and their souls fell into hell Those guys?

Seeing myself killing them seemed to have been compelled to shout for fear and despair, forgetting even the torment of hell.

It's not too bad to be a little affectionate, but I don't have time to get involved with you right now. Leave your treatment to the hell.

Bastrell was dropped, not near the bottom. It was the lowest hell. It's a hell where all the hell above it seems like a sweet dream, but not surprising given Bastrel's work.

The bottom of the bottom of the infinite darkness, the bottom of the hell, which is absent, missing, vague but certain, is reflected in my iridescent eyes.

The gates of the whole hell were built and simple in themselves, whereas the lowermost hell gate, buried in the ground, was the face of a demon with two gates each with four horns. I was

No, exactly, each of the two gates is a demon. It is a living gate.

The inside of the mouth, which is wide open with the demons, is bright red as if dyed with blood, and the white tusks without blackening are exposed.

The red demon with black framing and the wide open blue eyes of the gate demons spoke in infinite awe when they acknowledged me. It was a vocal sound that gave me an intellectual impression.

"We have received your request from Enma. Old Dragon Dragon."

I spoke with apology, though words were spun from the two mouths in exactly the same voice.

"Don't bother, just drop the sinners or open them only when prisoners enter and leave."

"Your visit is more important than that. If you do anything to help Enma and Mugen, why not consider it troublesome? Come on, Dragon, please come in "

The gate opens after the voices of the two or two gate demons sang, and spreads beyond it, into the voice of pain and the moan of despair that the hell I have seen so far cannot be compared to I jumped vigorously.