The God has moved to another world.

Reviewed lines, reviewed land stations.

The first to get down there as a guest of the day was a bunch of Skeislers.

Their reaction to seeing the station varies.

Some things are obscure, some things are frozen with a look of fear.

Something else was just staring up at the surrounding walls.

It won't be impossible either.

There are many sculptures that have been created by various spirits.

Before them too majestic, it is even a sort of natural that they, the human beings, are overwhelmed.

At any rate, even the red sheath, which is a god, made me want to go back to work when I saw this.

But in the case of the red sheath, I want to go home immediately.

Even if I go to other shrines or temples, I slip right into it when it's splendid.

The red sheath is such a drawn-in type.

Well, that's anyway.

Chancellor Skeisler “Ghost of Skeisler” Binkert Subainku also looked around as fascinated.

Spread your hands and leak a sigh of admiration as you slowly rotate around, around and on the spot.

"It's spectacular, dude. If only humans wanted to make it, it wouldn't matter how much manpower, time and money they had."

"Huh? So here it is, who made it?

Pryan Blue, who was biting the yawn to death, asks strangely.

Binkert turned to her as if she was not nervous at all, unlike her surroundings.

"Temeye. You might be a little more surprised or overwhelmed."

"No, too awesome? I don't know what's going on around here.

"Take it easy, Temé's here."

While Binkert and Pryan Blue have such an exchange, those around them gradually regain their sanity.

Anticipating that timing, or a few men and women wearing outfits show up.

They look exactly the same for each gender, the "Dungeons Network" golems.

"" "Welcome to the Reviewed Land" "

An undisturbed courtesy and voice.

Out of the lined golems, the whole thing comes forward and thanks again.

"Welcome, Skysler, to the line. The golem for travel is ready. Please, come here."

"Thank you for taking the time to welcome me. Let's go."

Binkert speaks to his men as he thanked Golem with a smiling smile.

I guess he excels at boulders.

They all moved quickly and started moving.

The red sheath, watching such a thing over the monitor, looked restless and turned right and left.

She has an unusually pale complexion even though she is translucent, and she even floats to the point of sweat.

Looking at it, Ambalance twisted her neck wonderfully.

"What's going on? Mr. Red Sheath."

"No, this isn't good, is it? I figured you should go say hello, right? Here."

Ambalens looked strange and turned his face toward Eltovael.

In his gaze for commentary, Eltovael makes a bitter laugh.

"I think Binkert Subainku was a more spiritual opponent than I thought. So, the"

"Oh. So you're freaking out."

Zuba uttered what Eltovael had had difficulty saying, and the imbalance nodded so much that it would become.

Watch the monitor that Binkert shows, and Ambalance puts his hand on his chin.

"Well, that's certainly quite enough for a ghost or something like that. If you were in Japan, you'd be a god."

"It's a level to be festived by an amazing shrine at your company like ten Tokyo domes or something! Because I'm totally downgraded!? I knew I should have welcomed you when you were getting off the train! That's the pattern we did, right? This is the pattern I did, isn't it, here!?

Amvalence and Eltovael's head had the impression that the red sheath would welcome the passenger car flat.

It is a natural welcome attitude for the red sheath, who has done God in the ultra vertical society of the ultra sports club system, and yet in Japan of the Tutsuo culture.

But if they did, it wouldn't be a hoard.

Indeed, Binkert is an old spirit, like the one already worshipped in a shrine in Japan.

It would have been much more divine than the red sheath.

But that is a "if in Japan" story.

In this world "Sea Plains and Middle Plains," man never becomes God.

Binkert is only a "ghost who has lived forever".

The red sheath, which is God, is definitely more superficial.

Of course, I know about the red sheath.

I know from my head that a stained habit is not something I can do about it.

"But that one is totally older than me, right?!? You're an older and ghost, aren't you?!? Are you all right, seniority?

"No, if you say anything of your age, Elt. Even, yes! Yes, I'm sorry!"

Eltovael is an angel created by Mother God thousands of years ago.

When it comes to age, it's way above the red sheath.

It was an unbalance I tried to say that, but I noticed that the tree spirits were staring at me with amazing shapes, blocking my mouth.

A woman's age is always a secret.

Well, Eltovael himself didn't care about shards or age.

Age and weight are just symbols for sinful angels.

"Broadcaster, Broadcaster!! Hey, that's great! Come on!"

When I'm flustered, that's what my voice sounds like.

When the Spirits of the Immaculate Tree manipulated the monitor, there was a reflection of Souhiko and Fenghiko.

The Lord of the voice seemed to be Fenghiko.

For some reason, Fenghiko is strangling Sathiko with wings.

"Yes, yes, Kazuhiko at the scene. What kind of situation is that?"

Ambalance twisted her neck as she looked strange.

By the way, the red sheath is repented behind it by Eltovael and the tree spirits.

Fenghiko screams only his neck toward the side of the screen as he desperately suppresses the rampant dirt hiko.

"Tohiko! If it bothers Master Red Sheath, he says I'll let that ghost form a Buddha! I'm about to bury Mr. Binkert!!

"Akhan!! Mr. Red Sheath! Mr. Red Sheath, say something!

"After all, should I go apologize for folding sweets?

"No, I'm not listening to you at all!!

Ambalance shouts a screaming voice at the red sheath making a confectionery fold gesture in total truth.

In the end, the red sheath regained its composure by pressing with the rationale "I said I would greet you later, but if you went now, I would be rude to the contrary".

The red sheath convinced Sohiko to calm down quickly.

Ambarence and Eltovael, the Spirits of Fenghiko and the trees, laid down their breasts with relief.

When the red sheaths finally settled down.

Another group of guests arrived at the reviewed station.

Coming from Hourica, it's a group led by Triea Hourica.

Like a group of Skeislers, they were overwhelmed by many of the sculptures and murals applied there at the station.

It was Triea Houlica who had a particularly big reaction.

As soon as she got out of the passenger car, she looked up at the sculptures and murals on the walls as if they were frightened.

When I think I've slowly walked away, I start turning to draw circles.

That expression gradually changes to the shape of a smile, and the radius of the circle narrows in proportion to it.

By the time he had a full smile, Triea was turning to dance with a circle.

The singing laughter, however, for some reason disturbs the hearts of those who hear and plants anxiety.

Lili Elstra, “of the sound of the bell," who regained me as soon as possible, smiled bitterly when she saw the trier circling with laughter.

"Princess. I thought it was time you picked me up."

"Oh yeah! But, Lili! It's very nice, don't you think? I wonder how many people can come here! I just stood at the entrance, it's so nice!

In an excited way. That said, Triea starts turning again as she twirls.

It's like trying to carve everything in this place into your body. It lasted until the golems of the "Dungeons Network" came along.

I was watching such a trier over the monitor, speaking of the red sheath and the unbalance.

I was pulling as hard as I could.

"Something's just laughing around, Cho. I'm scared."

"Once upon a time, I saw a hundred people slaughtered, but it was just like that."

"That scares me. Look at that. The tree boys are donning too."

As Amvalence put it, the tree spirits were also frightened by the state of Triea.

They are holding each other and distracting themselves to fear, or hiding behind the red sheath or eltovael.

"Oh, my God."

"Words and deeds are yavai"

"You just have a beautiful face, D, it's powerful, right?"

Ertvael leaks a bitter smile when he sees the tree spirits talking in secret.

He strokes the heads and backs of the spirits so that he can forgive them.

"Houlika activates magic with sound, because it is an instrument magic country. I also know how to laugh that makes them anxious. So, because I'm not a real jerk, and some parts of me are pretending. I'm not scared. I guess."

"Probably! Probably!

"That's how Eltovael calculates it! Either way, I'm scared!

"I mean, I'm just laughing around the circle, but it's weirdly too compelling!

Nod to the gaggers and the noisy spirits so that the unbalance also agrees.

"Yi, I don't know if you're Yi. Sounds like you used it well to come here and solemnize the country a lot? Looks like you went out of your way to execute yourself or something, huh?

Amvalence looks at the bundle of paper at hand and says it in a way he is half impressed.

The paper bundle was information from a group of countries that Fenghiko had examined in advance.

The paralyzed Triea Hourica item is pretty bloody and can't be shown to your child, it feels like it.

"What do you think of this kind of M.O.? The Red Sheath of Description."

"It's like a warlord's way to get a big name and destroy your enemies all at once, isn't it? I used to hear that a lot, that's what I'm talking about."

"Scary, boulder old japanese scary. We've only been killing each other for hundreds of years in a small island country. Wow."

"Broadcast seats, broadcast seats!

As the unbalance was arm in arm with a distant eye, a voice echoed from the monitor.

Of course, it's the voice of Funghiko.

The tree spirits who reacted quickly switch one of the monitors.

"Yes, yes, what's up, Kazuhiko from the scene?

On the monitor was a golem featuring Fenghiko and a woman.

And for some reason, behind those two, it was Tuhiko, who was giving a piece sign feeling like he could see out.

"Houlika, I spoke to Mr. Golem, who was guiding you along the way. We seem to have spotted ourselves as a golem immediately, but we were very polite. I was just so scared that people other than Dear Triea and Lili were giving me the kind of grief that would go to the dead end. and it was."

"Yes, thank you"

Behind Kazuhiko Waving and Golem, footage of Sathiko giving a piece sign with a full grin switches to something else.

The red sheath, watching the monitor, smiles and zeroes a laugh.

"Hey. Both Tuhiko and Funghiko look like they're having fun -"

"Sounds like fun."

To the grinning red sheath, the unbalance turns a difficult face.

The red sheath had not seen or heard the noisy actions and actions of Earthhiko earlier.

Because he was frightened and defeated by the Binkert that came.

Among other things, it was a red sheath that didn't get out of hand in the task of managing the land, but attention to the surroundings tends to be scattered for being such a clever artist.

Nevertheless, it would be because of the samurai of his lifetime that he would show a slight reaction to weapons such as swords.

Although Ambalens looked "mognawed," he immediately said, "Well, come on. It's Mr. Red Sheath," I convince myself.

"Well! We live live those who come to greet the land reviewed, but it's time for the news here. Of the crime scene, Aussuel?

To the words of the unbalance, one of the monitors switches.

What you see is an angel with a sad look on his face.

My hair and clothes are dangling furiously behind me, how fast I'm flying.

"Yes! It's Aussuel at the scene! Dear Karienes, who sang a song with huge tits stirring up milk and bought the wrath of the poor goddesses, is still on the run!

The video switched again from the strong wind or from Auswell, who raised his voice to scream.

It says "recorded footage" at the top of the screen, which literally doesn't seem to belong live.

What you're seeing is Lori boobs moving at high speeds while pulling the tail of the light and reorienting randomly.

It's Calienes, the singing god.

Behind it are somewhat mythical weapons, such as three giant hammers.

"Eh! What you're seeing is footage from a while ago! The goddesses of a few pillars who were furious with Master Carienes' song quickly surrounded Master Carienes and asked him to apologize! You said you asked for an apology, or if you don't get grounded, it's a killer nuance!

"Ah. Well, a lactating goddess is often belligerent. Actually, I don't know why."

"If you're exercising, you get fat, or something like that?

"No, because it doesn't matter to God, it just seems like an off-close hobby, doesn't it?

Oochre is about the Mother God, the mother of all the gods of "Sea Plains and Nakahara".

This mother god, unusually fluffy in Frank, was also quite absurd to do.

Previously, when intrigued and unbalanced asked, "By what standards do I determine the size of my milk?", Mother God said Bassari, "Hobbies! I answered."

The unbalance of asking the Mother God about such a thing is a lot, but so is the Mother God's answer.

I guess it's something similar, parents and children.

"Dear Calienes against such goddesses. I'm sorry, I can't do a dugout or something. - Hey, grab my milk. Come on? Ah! Sorry, sorry! That's not what I meant at all! That's what I'm gonna do! I didn't mean to show off the hard work people don't know about having big tits or anything! and explanations."

"Explain? What is it?

"You're obviously inciting me, aren't you?"

The words of the red sheath and the unbalance are also best.

This is all the more so because our God is actually doing it with the intention of stirring up too.

"The goddesses are furious with that Carienes. Though an attack was launched to lower the hammer, Master Carienes skilfully dodged it. The chase has begun. That chase, which continues today, is staged at venues in the northern hemisphere! Uh, can you confirm it! Currently, Master Carienes avoids attacking the goddesses while singing a song!

The letter "LIVE" appears at the top of the screen.

At the same time, he was shown how Calienes, somehow flying around singing a song.

Tracking it are multiple goddesses, shaped like gods.

He has a weapon in his hand and is wielding it with the intention of killing him completely.

Calienes against doesn't even seem to be up against it with the power of the song.

By the way, what Calienes sings is a song about "Big Tits Stir Up Lactation".

At some age, it's a long way from running.

Look, I'm just messing with my shoulder and stuff.

I have trouble rubbing it with my shirt.

And then, uh...

You got sweat down there, too, and you can't help but steam it.

H-cup is really Mendow!

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

You don't know this without me.

No, not at all.

But, uh, look.

I'm so proud of you.

They're gonna make it run so easy, and you're not like I said, are you?

I'm so proud of you. No!

In the meantime, I'm pretty sure they're selling fights.

The attacks of the goddesses become more and more harsh to match the song, but Calienes never shows any signs of stopping the song.

"Mr. Calienes, you're strangely used to running away."

"You were hanging out with the god of flirting. He."

"I see, so. But can I leave you alone?

"I'm asking for a solid relay, so you'll be fine! That's why Aussuel at the scene! Nice to meet you!

"Eloo! I resent you!!

In the words of an unbalance, just before the relay is disconnected.

With a resentment on his face, Auswell exclaimed.

Auswell was driven out for this relay because of Ertvael's recommendation.

It was Auswell's name that came out of Ertvael's mouth when he was asked if any angels were fast enough to cover the Gods' tracking play.

The navigable time is the short Auswell, but it is an angel that is pulling out at maximum speeds and small turns.

Eltovael, who was a former colleague and relied on his abilities, was well aware of it.

Sorry, Aussuel.

The next time I see you, I'll treat you to sweets.

I don't know how many years from now.

With that in mind, Eltovael put his hands together with a strange face.

Next to it, several columns of the tree spirits mane and pose the same.

Here, a piece of paper was thrown in at the source of the unbalance.

The unbalance that cleverly receives this glances at the content.

"Come on, here you are. Finally, the last customer, a group of guilds has arrived - Switch to live!

"Hey. Finally, you're all here."

Answering the voice of the unbalance, a live video of the station was shown on the monitor.

A group of guilds arriving at the reviewed station still looked around in a dazzling fashion.

The colors floating on each face are different from each other, such as fear, tension, trance, etc.

But all in all, it was the way my heart was captured, no doubt.

Most of all, except for Alliance Chief Boger Throwbird.

"That's amazing stuff. It's not bright in the arts, but first, I know you're in front of something you don't see."

Looking at the sculptures and murals in the station, Boger said so in a slight manner.

And we just started sorting our bags.

It was the face of the guild I had been mocking for a while, but I guess I noticed how Boger looked on the boulder.

In a hurry, start moving to each one.

"You calm down, boulder."

Boger leaks a bitter laugh at the words of one who looks impressed and surprised.

"No, thank you. I'm not good for art. When I look at these things, I immediately remember them with my head, and I'm satisfied. Because of that, it's getting painful to be watching. No, I'm ashamed of my childish vices."

A man named Boger had excellent memory.

You'll soon remember what you saw.

That often helped, but it was also inconvenient.

I can't look at it for long because I soon learn all the details of a work of art.

Once remembered, it soon becomes boring, feeling like a constant person was "forced to see and hear hundreds of times".

In many cases, when he stood in the position of guild chief and others, he was forced to admire art in half obligatory ways.

That's why I've been thinking about Boger himself trying to fix it.

No matter how great and inspiring Boger himself thought he was, there's nothing he can do about it because he gets tired of it.

"If it's live music or theatre, you can enjoy the same act because there are changes. At this age, I feel sorry for you."

Boger, having finished packing, looked up as if he remembered.

"Speaking of which, in the sculptures and murals, you had the faces of Mizuhiko, Kazuhiko, and Eltovael. Although there was more than one for some reason. I thought it all belonged to the Spirit, but it doesn't seem like it. Maybe there's a red sheath face."

Tensions ran among those around him in Boger's words.

The face of the guild that is here is informed of the fact that Mizuhiko's identity is the Guardian.

What is the intention that the face was in this?

What Boger said about sculptures and looking for murals, trying to think of intentions that have something similar.

Boger lifted his luggage in a calm manner, mindful of those who reacted in various ways.

Because they noticed the approaching Dungeons Network golems.

"Come on, let's go. I can't keep you waiting."

Boger prompts me, and a bunch of guilds start moving quickly.

Basically, I guess they're all good people.

Once you start working, the work is smooth as it flows.

The red sheath had a rare and serial look as he looked over the monitor at a group of guilds starting to walk towards the golem for movement.

He narrows his white eyes sharply, wrinkles between his eyebrows, and stares at Boger.

It's usually difficult to understand because it's grinning, but basically the red sheath is so badly eyed, it's a killer face.

Well, actually, I've slaughtered and killed quite a bit in my lifetime.

Amvalence had a rare view of such a red sheath.

"A bunch of guilds have arrived! How about that, Mr. Red Sheath in the commentary?"

"Hey. Um, Mr. Boger, guild leader. In my lesser experience, oh that's the scariest part. Don't be alarmed."

The red sheath, which lived on the journey of the human age, has come looking at various human beings.

What the Red Sheath came to think was the most troublesome of them all was the kind of race they called "Tanuki".

"And that one, maybe earlier, so you remembered the face of the sculpture and the painting character, all of it?

Fine, the red sheath turned its face toward Eltovael.

When it comes to information, because it's best to ask an angel who reveals his sins.

Ertvael, who immediately perceived the intention, nodded and showed "yes".

"He's someone who can do that."

"Really? Surprise, isn't it the realm of the human race? Boulder, head of the Giant Tissue Alliance."

In fact, Boger had the stunt of remembering the faces and names, profiles and even the people he met once.

In time, you have the eyesight to spot the approximate person at a glance.

It is not Dade who is called "Wise Eye”.

"No, but the representatives of the three forces were there. Everyone seems to be screwed."

"Hey. There seems to be both a habit and a habit."

"Mr. Red Sheath, you're going to meet these people. It's gonna be tough."

The moment I heard that, the red sheath froze.

Because I had completely forgotten about it.

The red sheath was basically the quality behind the troublesome.

In doing so, he is the type of Japanese god who expects things to become obnoxious.

"It was unexpected" is often confusing for these impending crises.

I wish that was done, but scarily this time, that's not how it happened.

Because.

"Yes, it's this meeting, though. A customer finishes his dinner, expecting a breather, and Mr. Red Sheath says he's going to pay an electric visit. We employ a dodgy method"

The unbalance felt so light.

To the group I have visited, I tell them, "A glimpse with the red sheath is the morning after dawn of the night".

Nonetheless, in fact, we suddenly push each of them into the room where they're staying!

That is the very purpose of this time.

I'm just saying, the care of the red sheath originally began.

The three organizations are to use this opportunity to gather together to discuss the land under review.

In the red sheath, there was an image that these discussions were just time-consuming.

I'm not sure the net red sheath understands the politically challenging exchange.

However, I had the impression that it was going to take a lot of time, just because it was difficult.

So the red sheath narrowed its wisdom in an attempt to make some meeting time.

If you say hello early, you can have a lot of meetings, right?

If you decide to reschedule due to selfishness over here, you might be thrilled with my bad words.

I mean, if I had all of them at once, it would look bad on my heart, and I want to manage to disperse them.

Blah, blah, blah. You want to get it over with and make it easier?

That's why I decided to reschedule a little.

Well, maybe there was an interesting half adaptation by the unbalance.

The red sheath squatted on the table as she slowly held her head.

"Ohhhhh! Isn't this the pattern I did!? This is the pattern I did, isn't it!? It's the one that pisses me off if I go dodgy!!

Unbalance laughs bitterly when he sees the red sheath floating with despair.

I also have a plan to stop dodging and move as planned for when this happens.

The fright of the red sheath is a well-known fact, so flexible responses are available.

If you notice the position that the sun god is the lower-end land god that even the supreme god cares about, that makes the red sheath's stomach look like Mach, but if you don't notice, it's OK.

"Hey here, shall we take the form of rescheduling? They seem pretty crooked too."

"Eh! It's okay!

The red sheath, instantly raised her face, slapped her chest to show as she clung her face.

Obviously it doesn't seem to be okay, but the words are strangely powerful.

"I'll go ahead and show it to you as planned! Eh!"

Some wise readers may have noticed.

Yes, the red sheath was a Japanese god.

I was very sensitive about rescheduling.

I'm so sorry I had to reschedule just before for my own sake.

Moreover, it is now a national broadcast.

Some may be looking forward to the dodgy.

It is not possible under pressure to betray such expectations.

Then you may wonder why the first dodgy change is good.

The red sheath is different from this.

If you're dodgy, take things in one direction or another, it's a positive rescheduling.

Might as well call it a surprise.

But in this case, it's a negative rescheduling that takes away the fun.

The difference is not so subtle, but the standard for the red sheath around there would be no choice.

Originally a subtle god, the standards are subtle.

Anyway.

The red sheath was backed up by a strange sense of purpose: "Don't let someone reschedule for you and let you be disappointed," and he raised his voice.

"It's okay! I'll just say hello! There won't be any problems with the boulders!

"Wow, Sasu but Mr. Red Sheath! Cool!"

Kara, to the cheerful and laughing red sheath, Amvalence applauds.

Most of all.

Everyone here, except the red sheath.

I'm sure it won't be a lot of things.

And I thought in my heart.