The Skill Maker

I peeped into somebody's head with my mind.

dark, deep, dim pupils whose identity is unknown

If you follow it down and down, you will see an underground temple full of metaphysical symbols and fluorescent-colored letters. A quaint space where only the ominousness, weighing heavily on the air and the breath, is felt. The height difference between the ceiling and the floor was so extreme that it was such a place as one huge underground world.

Also along the road located in the center of the temple, there were a number of huge stone statues lined up from side to side, and the indistinct flames of scarlet color were listed in a long list. Thousands of beings covered in black lobes are moving in turn with carts containing rocks. And the most incomprehensible thing was that the pile of rocks was spewing strange light.

No. Wait a minute.

I'm sure I've seen these rocks before.

Just in case... Is that it?

but

Right there, the was completely cut off.

Belga's memories were quite incomplete here and there. And I decided it might have a close connection with the video just now.Well, isn't that the only memory of a guy who forgot his name?

But wouldn't there be a way if it were me now?

A way to bring back lost Belga's memory.

Because I have something.

But I decided to go slowly for now.

Belga seemed to be confused about her own existence.

"Your name is Belga. What the hell did you see? What is the mysterious temple in your memory?"

"...a temple? Did you really look into my memory? Uh, how?"

He changed his tone.

There was no image of the clown in present-day Lee.

This was just a poor bastard, a beggar.

Why do I feel so sorry for him?

It's so pitiful that I feel sympathy.

I clicked my tongue.

"Well, you don't have to know that. I'll explain it as simple as I can, so listen carefully. Belga, you've been officially my suha since you attacked me one day and became a jackass. So I went in there as a spy to do some background checks. It was your job to give me information, pretending to be a loyal servant to serve the Red Alliance executive on the surface."

It's an embarrassing look.

"Red Alliance? Spy? Am I the horse?"

"Why. Can't you believe it? Well, then I'll show you some more solid evidence. You're my slave... No, evidence of wealth."

I immediately took my hand on the desk and threw the pen on the floor.

Belga looks at me with a suspicious look.

Yeah, you wonder what I'm doing.

But look carefully from now on.

"Belga, take the pen with your mouth."

"Hmm? What the hell is that? ...huck!"

Belga's body that moves by itself at that moment.

He lay down on the floor with a leaden hand and held the pen I had dropped with his front teeth and brought it to me in a flash. Belga can't hide her embarrassment. But. That was only the beginning.

I gave him the next order right away.

I'd have to remind him of that time.

I shouted.

"Belga! Bark!"

"Oh, no. What the hell is this... wow...? Wow... Bark bark!"

"Belga hand!"

Chuck.

"Oh, no. What's wrong with my body?"

"Belga sticking out his tongue and turning fifteen in the air! Until it works!"

"Gasp! Gasp! Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Belga barely manages to do it again.

It's certainly not bad nimble.

However, his face was completely distorted with embarrassment.

Some strange man is calling himself a dog.

No, it's not like a dog, it's like a dog.

Well, I understand the embarrassment.

As I've said before, this guy's from a planet.

In a word, orders from those who have made an oath to themselves cannot be rejected.

He's been under a big deal with me in the past.

In other words, he was my faithful slave.

I opened my mouth again.

"What do you think? Can you believe me now? How was the relationship between you and me?"

"Oh, no, what the hell is this? Damn it! Why would I pretend to be a dog?!

"What? What the hell? What's going on?"

When I raised my fist, he immediately showed a blue face. At this point, he must have noticed. Even if I lost my memory, what kind of relationship I had. And nothing in the world can be more of a taffy than being hated by an opponent you can't rebel against. And Belga was pretty quick-witted, too.

"Oh, no. Oh, no. I'll stop without me knowing. I'm so embarrassed."

a fast tailing belga

I burst into laughter at the sight.

I'd like to tease you a little more.

I'm so sorry for my appearance that I put up with it.

"If you understood something, that's fine. First, wash up, eat, and take care of yourself. I'll tell Clan One in advance to make it especially convenient. And let's wrap up the rest of the backstory tonight after work. What do you think? Okay?"

"Oh, okay... No, I'll do that."

Belga, who was going to answer OK.

However, he changed his posture by flinching at my slender eyes.

You're a clown. Yeah, I like it very much.

You Udir.

I paged Hera again.

"Hera. Can you help me with one thing?"

"What? What's the matter, Boomaster?"

"I'm sorry, but could you please... Please, be as clean and sound as possible."

She looks up and down at Belga.

Hera nodded.

"Hmm. Are you okay? I got it."

"Thank you. Thank you."

As a result

I called Hera up and ordered Bela to clean up after her.

I'm going to have to get a haircut first, and shave my hair a little bit like a grandpa's moustache. The clothes I'm wearing are really dirty, so I'll have to get you a new one. Besides, how much you haven't washed up, it's just that your skin is all black. Why am I describing this?

Belga was originally a bit of a style, but in fact, the original face was a pretty good-looking guy. Oh... no. On second thought, I've never seen the original face because I hit it too much in that condition. Come to think of it, I was spying on a faceless guy, right?

"......"

What's good is good.

Let's move on with the little things.

"Ca, the kahama..."

"Kahamaniiime!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Kahama! Kah, Kahamaniim!"

a huge cry coming from all over the place

The beings who shed tears and stamp their foreheads on the floor.

those who weep and lose consciousness because their grief is so great.

Armudor's followers tore their own clothes and cried and struggled painfully.

Thirteen holy apostles serving the Creator, Armudor.

One of them, the great commander, was killed by men of ability. This worst rumor has already been a great event that has been rumbling roughly throughout the mainland of the planet system of Kandulas.

The Holy Corps Commander said that he jumped into the most dangerous front line to kill the evil axes that were eating away at one corner of the planetary system, and that he eventually lost his life during the sacred work of organizing them.

How can I be so sad?

How can such a terrible thing happen?

His great apostle chosen by Armudor.

How can you be so cruel...!

That's absurd.

This is absolutely ridiculous.

Ethan's sons of bitches!

This is absolutely ridiculous!

Of course, the kahamas were still alive in practice by getting their hands on 's abilities, but naturally the followers of Armudor did not know that. What should I say, even the heads of the same corps do not know? All this was just a tragedy for these people. An apostle of the Holy God lost his life.

It's also to vicious bugs from the outside.

"We must avenge the Kahama!"

"This time you must kill all the heresy's powers at the command of Armudor!"

"Let's break their throats and put the bribe in a bowl to soothe the kahama's spirit!"

Anyway, so.

Now the fort was full of wailing and sorrow.

No, it was on the verge of bursting with fury and madness.

The congregation of Armudor lifted up their swords and spears.

"You vicious heretics!"

"Let's kill them! Let's kill them! Let's kill them! Let's kill them!"

"Hahahaha! Kahama... Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

"Hahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ewhhhhhh!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

a scene that would be absolutely horrifying to the eyes of the competent

Scenes like a feast for those who let go of reason.

But this was not just happening in the fortress. Although it was the main base of the city, a similar atmosphere was spreading throughout the rest of the mainland. The planetary system is simply immensely wide, and the number of people who believe in Armudor is immeasurable.

And they noticed everything in the wake of the wake of this incident.

The power of heresy abilities from the outside has been reduced "massively."

And the price was the life of the holy apostle.

Not equal.

No, this is so unfair.

No matter how many pagan lives there are, the price of Kamaha's life cannot be compared. I'm angry. I'm so angry that I'm going crazy. I want to cut off the heathen's limbs and feed them with dog food, crush their souls and put them in prison of eternity.

Must pay back.

I had to repay this grudge and hatred somehow.

Had to fulfill the greatest Creator's orders.

In the past, they were forced to retreat.

But again, the advance came to this land.

Now was the time when the people with abilities weakened.

It was the best stage created by Kahama's death.

A new officer shouted.

"Dog-like heresy seeds...! How can they disobey the orders of the great? He ordered me to die. The Creator ordered his death, so how come he's still struggling to survive? The useless bastards who were brought here to die...! I should have died five years ago!"

cried another gentleman.

"It is the greatest honor for you to order death...! How can they reject the Divine Spirit!"

cried another gentleman.

"Why don't they kill themselves? Why don't you die if you want to? If he ordered me to die, I would happily laugh and stab myself in the neck hundreds of times!"

"Ah! Mr. Kahama! I'm Kahamaniii!"

"Great Armudors!"

"Forscrem Demindion! Forscrem Armoodorr!"

insanity

an unparalleled madness

The congregation howled at the death of the kahamas.

And he smiled whitely, dreaming of Ethan's ruin.

Must be killed.

You must tear them all to pieces.

We must dedicate their bodies to Armudor.

We must soothe the soul of the Kahama.

at all costs

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