Nearly a hundred villagers gathered in the square turned their vain eyes at me when they unleashed the Recognition Agitation Magic (Imagine Jammer) and appeared.
Lentomia and Manuferno hide right behind my robe in that unusual atmosphere and let only half my face peek.
Manuferno hiding himself with his hand on my shoulder on Lentomia, who is holding onto my arm. If it's just a six-hero "rear guard threesome," I can't help but be in this formation, but I accidentally leaked a dry laugh of "Ha..."
"Hey, be decent......!
"Ya......, I'm scared of something!
"Villagers. Doesn't mean you guys attack at the same time... right?
Even though he's scared, Lentomia seems to have already figured out what kind of technique to use. It is proof that the elf ears are moving.
But the words spoken by the staff officer (...) manuferno are just the worst assumption.
If you're not armed, but overwhelmed by as many as a hundred manipulated humans, you can't even escape.
Above all, Iola and Riola are being held hostage.
The twins' brothers and sisters were in a flimsy foothold and were still headed for the square faced monk Masayagi (Dai-soo), Katura.
The square is roughly 30 Merte Square, about 20 Merte to Kattura, a white monk's garment that stands at the entrance to the Cathedral with us.
But Iola and Riola have already walked to about five more mertes.
The slight time difference due to that distance is also a problem to get us out of here.
Because at the same time as me, eleven monks surround themselves who have unlocked the cover-up magic (stealth) and revealed themselves.
Quickly running the gaze, the tactical information display (tactics) reads and accumulates information from successive magic fluctuations.
No one, no one, no one, no one, no one, no one.
Young monks with tough faces. I can tell that a balanced body is not just human.
Luscious beautiful monk. Beauty with blonde hair with impressive crying bollocks, amazing breasts, but do monks need color?
Tall half-beast monks. Probably a young man who draws the blood of a werewolf. Sharp fangs and nails are sharp and will have familiarity problems as monks.
Old monks. He hides his gaze with a long, immortal eyebrow, but that gaze is directed at Riola and emits dangerous light. I want to crush both eyes with a giraffe for the old monk's sake.
Little fat monk. It contains shit and some kind of dried meat in my mouth. I don't even know if my eyes are thin and open. I guess it bounces like a rubber bow, like bouncing a blow back anyway.
A monk who seems to succumb. An atmosphere like a lump of comprehensible systemic muscle. Probably a beartus-like muscle enhancement, magic enhancement interior (Magine Intics) user.
Little back-length monk. It has the most wizard-like atmosphere, talking about bumps all the time by itself. Sounds familiar, but I just want to hang out in this square.
Skinny monks. Pretty blessed and dark lady monk. I also feel like a wizard of the same lineage as the previous Manuferno, in an atmosphere where just being approached is likely to drastically reduce my luck. That hurts!
The fingertips of the manuferno I put on my shoulder ate in.
A monk bandaged his entire face. The sight, the atmosphere, it just feels completely dangerous.
A monk with a giant iron stick. An unexpectedly intelligent face and a serene look, but I just want to ask if you're a wizard or something in the first place.
Boy monk. Lancult Haas. The Iolas and the elderly unchanging boys.
I wonder if you were a special undercover operative and wrap your tongue around that acting ability. When I met him in the Wang capital, there were no signs of magic or other fine dust, but now I feel enough magic fluctuations to convey it so far. I saw him as a pretty good operator.
Eleven of the above are dressed in silver embroidered monk clothes in the same white and quietly asking about this one.
Gogo, gogo...! and the north wind blew through so as to cover and hide the sun that began to set.
The gray clouds flow and cover the heavens.
The tactical information display (tactics) in front of me indicated that they were all wizards of the same line, based on enemy location information obtained in the enemy junction (circle) and the slight magic fluctuations that were emitting.
In other words, they would be magical users to be called "battle monks", similar to the elastoma plastica encountered in the lake.
Some of them, who completely surrounded the square at regular intervals, seem to envelop the whole square with a kind of "people-paying junction".
If you call for reinforcements from outside, this could also be an obstacle......
- First, do you want to talk to friendly (...)?
I am a wise man known as Merciful (...) who loves peace and does not kill uselessly.
Even if they don't know their purpose, they are high priests in a position to serve God.
All of a sudden, there will be no blade wounds, no more fighting.
Their listed ideals: "Mixed smiles! Let's all make the kingdom of God! The phrase" does not hold its nose, but at least it does not appear to be unilaterally afflicting the villagers.
The villagers must be feeling happy, even if they are implicated in something.
The problem is its price (...)......
Of all the ideas, it was Dasangzheng (...) who caught the fire.
"Hmmm, hmm! That's crazy......! All I wanted was the chosen one that housed the" Sign "in my body...! And what are these guests (...)? You... what could also be" The Twelve Divine Monks (Oracles) "... can't believe you can't fulfill your duties!
Abominable! He stepped on the estate in such a way that he ignored us who were supposed to be sudden and unexpected intruders and scolded the monks in the square.
The eleven monks have not changed one expression and are listening.
"Hmmm, hmm! This is... a fault, not enough confidence in your will............ hmm?
In a unique, discouraging language, as if reciting a poem, the Grand Priest Zheng (Dazu) Katura looked around at the eleven monks unfolding in the square.
The square contoured man with his eyebrows hoisted, abominably bending his mouth to the letter "H," staring at each and every one of them, and even more open his eyes as he came to the eleventh.
"Hmmm, hmm! One, not enough......! Elastoma Plastica is...... what is it!? Easiest (...) Cleaning of the filthy (...), Can't you even be satisfied with the task of sweeping the path of the sacred offering (...)!? Where the hell did you disappear!?
There must have been one of the eleven monks who manipulated the "ghost of white mist".
They don't know Elastoma Plastica's irreversibility (...).
Quickly look around their faces, but each one looks at each other and says, "What are you talking about?" "What? It seeped signs of confusion."
elaborate and ingenious users of magic, but this is the extent to which these people's ability to gather information and their ability to do so is peeled off.
Me and Lentomia looked at each other there and opened their mouths.
"Speaking of which, if you're monks in the same outfit, we met at the lake. By now... I hope it's not feeding the werewolves"
My words froze the air in the field.
"Hmmm, hmm!? I didn't mean to invite you, my guests... what the hell?
He turned his neck at the top of his head and smiled more calmly at me. And then Iola and Riola finally came to Katura the Great.
When I stopped quietly, I stared at the square-faced man and stopped moving.
"This is disrespectful. My name is Grecas the Wise, can you tell me what's going on in this village?
"Hmmm, hmm! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! That's right, but that famous sage Lord Grecas!? No... surprised! I didn't expect to see you here! Mm-hmm. Uh-huh!
The blurring also spread among eleven monks quietly surrounding the square.
"I see you as quite a high priest, but you have no permission in this territory of Methanostat, and what the hell are you doing?
"Hmmm, hmm! My name is Kattura. Who sent to the land to restore the original (...) prints of the great fatherland, Prussia, to normal condition. We are committed to spreading ecclesiastical teachings, guiding people, and giving them peace and tranquillity."
Spread your hands and look around the whole square, Katura said. I have a creepy grin on my mouth.
What you're saying is great. Well, as far as the territorial dispute with Metanostadt is concerned, let's leave it at this time. But...
"So what are you taking my brother or sister for?
I asked. He asked in a strong tone, gazing at Iola and Riola, who remained slightly trembling.
"Hmmm, hmm! It's a simple offering! A pagan (...) soul so clean and innocent that it dwells a 'mark' in its heart! A desire to see someone who's dead! With such pathetic and silly ridiculous hope... you give despair (...)"
"What..."
I felt my vision dye red. Anger, it was the anger that boiled from there in my heart.
"Guru, thank you for bringing me here!
"Brother Gu, no, thank you."
'He said he could see your father and your mother... that's what I feel!
I couldn't bear to think of the feelings of Iola and Riola laughing innocently like that anymore. When I noticed, my clenched fist was trembling. Her lips were nagging and her throat was dry as if it were burning.
I managed to sip down and scowl at the man standing directly in front of me.
"The innocence of wanting to see your dead parents..., did you use it"
"Hmm, hmm? What do you know about pagan feelings?"
"Don't be ridiculous!
Lentomia breathed in my sword screen, and Manuferno was grabbing my back all the time. Metius is holding his mouth with both hands and trembling.
"Hmmm, hmm! In the ritual of devotion, by offering the pain and despair of a clean soul, God will free us from suffering instead! And a mighty force... yes! It gives me the absolute power to bring peace. If you surrender, you'll be relieved of all that crap, too, won't you? Sage Grecas, may I take you to a wonderful world?
Wahahaha! The deafening high laugh echoed across the square.
You're probably going to do something unimaginable because of your lowly face that just drools of covetousness. Devoting pain and despair to God - is that the ritual of devotion?
At least I've never heard of such evil gods, even though they worship Prucia. I can't find anything in the search magic (Gogol) either. The only relevant information found is about 10,000 years ago in the dark prehistoric period, there was an evil native primitive religion dedicated to the heart.
"... Enough, enough bad chest feces theories"
I managed to squeeze the words out.
My head is going to boil. Close the search magic that we should now focus on the situation in front of us.
Above all, if Iola and Riola, and even others, are to feed on evil rituals, there is only one thing that needs to be done now and that is clear.
"Hmm? Blaspheme our God! Sage...... GREKAS AAAS!
"Shut that mouth. Everything you guys do, it's all speechless. As a wise man, no... you can't forgive me as a man!
In a moment, I unleashed all my magical powers.
Dow! and the shock of my magic wave, which erupted explosively, caused the ambient air to ionize and emit blue and white phosphorescence.
The light propagated and raised my magic thread (Magiwire), stretched across the square, as a giant magic formation.
"" Hey, what no!?
"" Ko, this is haha!?
The magnitude of the magic shock that shook the space spreads agitation to eleven monks, but - slowly.
"Uhm, uhm!? Or kill him! Kill him! Give this man... the despair and pain of the wise... to God!
"You've revealed your true nature, Admiral Guess."
When I told him to throw it away, he lifted his glasses with his fingertips and shook his arm horizontally.
A translucent window of tactical information display (tactics) floated side-by-side as if arranging cards.
"No maneuvers."
Continued!