The Spearmaster and the Black Cat

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< Bone Shadow Copy > shows the ground sight in 3D on the ceiling.

Strange finaples gone!?

What do you mean, most of the people up there are dead.

One of our living companions escaped.

But the Anuils are alive.

The Anuils are not the only ones.

A black leopard with a strange man and huge magic inside him?

To a spear woman, crossing the sky, a strange monster with black claws?

That spear... woman.

No way......

And... a team of evil Annuilles in the world?

A squad led by the Horned Warrior's Horn Spear Albica is famous.

I can't even insult the horn magician Morimori.

But I don't think they can defeat the strange finaples and the Wades Dorlai members.

I hear that His Highness Lymel, who wagered on Demonic Bone Fetish Secrets, also hired Bumelon, a mercenary chief bone sword mage who has repeatedly turned wars everywhere, to incorporate him into the Waze Dollar Lye Society.

No one seems to have hired that Bumelon...

After all, did His Highness Reimel's bet succeed?

Successful summons for the Spirit Spear?

Is that strange spear woman, or the brunette guy, the spirit spear guy?

Or have you had my undetectable inconvenience?

Evidence above all that the strange finaples disappeared......

Even if you want to report it to Master Himil, the details will be known straight away.

That's what I thought, Dorlaian.

Black fog, shadow, or unknown, Dorlaian wrapped around black heterogeneous things.

The Dorlai proceed to crawl through the rocky rocks of the underground cavity ceiling.

After his advancing ceiling, the foggy things of pitch-black colour were creeping.

And the Dorlaians who stop moving.

If you look from the bottom, he's in an upside down position.

But it's none of his business.

"... see the match when the battle above is quiet, between the moonlights, lumps..."

The basement around here is disturbed by the decaying ancient tree Sorphenos......

That's what I thought, Dorlaian.

Hit the scaffolding ceiling rock with tentacled objects mixed with shadows and bones seeping out of your body.

Shadow Bone Magic was performed.

Something shadowy or pitch-black, mimicking the membrane of a circle, stains into the rock.

The shadowy membrane heads to the ground scraping rocks and soil.

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The old Anuil has bowed his head.

One corner of the forehead is bigger than Leishai.

Corner decorations with blades and black chains are also luxurious.

The black chain connects with the earrings.

There was a tribal mark on the chest.

An old man in costume paired with Indian sherman-style and western-style cleric clothing,

"Dear Spirit Spear, Thank you for saving the witch Laishai -"

"Keep your head up, please. What about you?"

Grandpa with his forehead on the ground?

"... Oh, my name is Morimori"

"My name is Shuya, and the spear man on my side is Mireival. The black leopard is Rolodine."

"- Master Shuya. Thank you for giving it to us. It struck our hearts that he defeated not only the witch, but also the strange finaples and the members of the Waze Dorlai Society."

Again, Mr. Morimori with his forehead on the ground.

Because of the corners, there were holes in the ground.

"Mr. Morimori, please raise your head. To be honest, I didn't join your forces."

"That's right. Everything in His Majesty's philosophy of action is part of a stream of goodwill."

Mireival declares so.

"The philosophy of good intentions is hard again."

Nodding at Grandpa Morimoli's words.

As I agree with that declaration,

"In short, it's the whim of a female favorite spearman. We'll fight back when we're attacked, and if that makes sense, we'll issue a warning once."

That's what I told him.

"Nyao."

My partner agrees.

Mileval pointed the Holy Spear Sharmach at Molimori.

"- The Anuil. Act on your liver."

"Nn."

My partner was caught by Holy Spear Sharmach.

Rolodine stopping the movement.

imitate Sharmach's movements throughout his body.

"Nya-"

Probably a Doya face partner.

All you can see from me is hindsight, but it's a Doberman sight.

Black leopard, but he's cute, at all.

Grandpa Morimori watches the Black Leopard (Lolo) move, frightened but laughing.

The Book of God of Arulcan, which was floating on the side,

"So I told you, it's a mole. This Shuya didn't take your side."

And I told him.

One arm of Yui holding the book of Garmodeus is also floating.

Morimori rose, supported by his magic rays, as the magic rays extended from the Book of God in Arulcan.

Mr. Morimori and the Book of God of Arulcan seem to have become friends in battle.

"Dear Great Arukan... even so, the fact that we were saved remains unchanged"

Mr. Morimori speaks in awe.

Courteous grandfather.

I wonder if you're a great man, or a cleric, who leads the Anuils fighting around here.

Then the Anuils come together, too.

Strong warriors.

"Beware, Your Majesty."

"Nah."

Mileyval is alert.

My partner was not alert at all and fell asleep on the ground.

"Nng Ng -"

Thin black hair exposes cute bellies.

My back seems itchy.

Gobbling and throat, he shakes his body left and right, rubbing his back on the ground.

Then Lyaishai appeared so as to break between the great Anuils.

Appearance with the warriors of a grisly man.

Signs of changes in skin lesions are not known from here.

Leishai is a small run.

"- Master Shuya! Please take our side, thank you."

"Lyaishai. I told Mr. Morimori, but I didn't officially take the side of you Anuils."

"Sounds like it. I heard more or less from the chatty Book of God there."

"Whoa, I was in the Book of God, so I won this battle!

And the Book of God of Arulcan speaks greatly.

The belt of the hardware that fastened the Book of God was open.

"Ni?"

Arulcan trembles when he hears his partner's voice.

The belt of the fitting also closed as it shrunk.

The Book of God of Arulcan moves every inch, and when it comes to his ear...

Lower your voice,

"... Shuya, put magic through the heart of the strange finaples you've got, and just make this contract. What a world of smells like this, Osarava."

"Not yet. How it affects you"

"Oh no! Did you even have sympathy for the horns and the bones?

"It's decided to do that"

"... naturally, naturally! It's too Goodwill! You're gonna wear your own spirit."

"I don't mean to... wear and tear is also the state of being in this finapulous nightclub?

"Yes, but not quite. My power, my family, my beast, everything, but it's also a matter of you being too good."

"Even if they say so, I'll take care of the feeling I have now."

"... you're the bone woman who helped. Don't worry too much. Even if this world of Finaples nightclubs tries to crumble, it is the world of sorcery books. Remember, we have a place to go."

And the Book of God of Arulcan poking me in the head.

"Well, I get it. I take advice honestly. But... in the world of magic books, the people I'm dealing with right now are individually conscious and have love..."

I can't forget the look on Ruel's face.

"Not even three-dimensionally cultured organoids, but all of us, in pain, live properly here. That is why the place to pass magic through the Book of the Devil's Heart and Garmodeus is a better place to calm down, so that there is no damage"

"So I don't know, but you're a kind light demon Lucival... no, you're a spirit spear guy here?

"Do you like sea creatures, O Book of God, more than anything else?

"Oh, hey, you know what I mean?

And the agitating Book of God.

"Now, I will perform the eulogy."

When Mr. Morimori spoke that way, he left us.

Grandfather Mr. Morimori turned to his fellow warriors,

"Everybody ready?

And I hear it in a sinister voice.

The stately Anuils clashed horns and horns between neighboring warriors.

And align your movements,

"" Ooh!

And, with one hand up, he raised a heavy voice.

And Leishai.

"As we talked earlier, let's mourn Bamot and the corpse of his squad."

"" Ha!

Every surviving warrior lines up around the dead.

The mood of the Anuils is more amazing than when we're fighting.

Mr. Morimori has a satisfying look.

But this is still a battlefield, right?

When and what time is the raid of the Dorlai of the Bone Race......

Mr. Morimori, whose single-horned ornament stands out, looked at me,

"Master Shuya must join us."

"Do you mourn here? This is a battlefield… I think there's a Dorlaian raid."

"That's why"

Mr. Morimori, speaking so, smiled.

Then head to the remains of the Anuils who are falling to the ground.

Leishai is coming to my side.

"This way."

……

I saw the look on my face, Leishai.

"It's important to do it right after you die, on the side of that fellow. I don't usually do it. That's why they're desperate."

and was inducted to the body.

I make eye contact with Mileval and his partner.

The Dorlayers will be after this opportunity.

and communicate their willingness to increase their vigilance.

Mileyval nods.

My partner, who was scratching his back, stands up immediately.

I got a long tail tangled up on one of my legs.

And then he moves his nose tip to sniff the smell around him.

Mr. Morimori stood by the corpse of his companion.

Cross your hands with your chest with a strange face.

And I saw a large lying corpse, and I wept.

Some of the warriors around me also cry.

Leishai also wept in his eyes,

"... that Bamot is one of the warrior chiefs who moved to protect me just before I was taken away"

That's what you taught me, Lyaishai.

I was in tears.

Mr. Morimori leans on the side of the one named Bamot who is dead.

Beat yourself in the chest.

Then the surrounding warriors also slap their own chest plates.

Doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy,

A dull, heavy sound like a heart beat expressed in bones and meat.

I felt strongly about the warrior's principles.

It sounds strange and exhilarating.

The warriors play heart sounds.

Grandpa Morimori was squealing a spell as he laid his knees on the ground and saw the faces of his dead companions.

Then, pull out a little knife that rests on your hips.

I put my thumb belly on the blade I was making a peek at and made a scratch on my finger.

Ichizuki's blood conveys the blade.

Put that bloody finger on the forehead of a dead companion.

I made a blood mark on my head and nose tip from my forehead.

Then the vicinity of the corner glows.

Is it the mark of the Anuils?

The rhythm of slapping the chest plates of the warriors around him accelerated.

Is Grandpa Morimori Sherman?

A moment, a high voice sounds...

Girl's soprano...... it's Lyaishai.

Lyaishai sings.

A sad voice but a magical caged song......

... Lyrics, I Don't Know.

Seems to be beyond comprehension.

... the heartbeat of the warriors of the Anuils and the song of Lyaishai.

He also looks at the Book of God on the side with interest.

From the singing and lyrics, I felt a strong bond between the Anuils.

Special death as a clan.

I felt like there was something unethical, something soul-shaking, something honorable beyond death.

I'm shivering.

Second, it reminds me of the songs of the ancient werewolves.

It was a strange song with a mixture of wolves howling.

My partner also turned his head up,

"Nng Ng, ha ha."

And ringing.

He also remembered his partner.

Sometimes, "Garru" mixes with the voice of the beast.

A rare voice that doesn't make much noise.

At the same time, he mutters "nya" with a whisper that sounds like he's hung up.

At that time there was a reaction to the surrounding magic vegetables.

"... Shuya, it's from the basement"

The Book of God is also warned by Arukan.

I also notice the flashing Mireival.

I pointed at the tip of the holy spear Sharmach beneath my feet.

Mileyval's light peachy iris mixes with Su Fang.

I'm on alert, but I'm fascinated. Beautiful eyes.

That Mileval looked at me chilling,

"... something magical from the basement"

"It's thin for an attack, and a little weird. I call Imoriza -"

The ritual continues.

Towards Imoriza, and that Imoriza was also feeling magic about underground magic vegetables.

A black claw pierced in front of him converged into Immoliza's hand.

"Messenger ~"

Immediately, Imoriza back in front of me.

Salute.

Cocoa milk skin imo.

"You're underground again. Do you want to creep through the ground?

"No, it's just in the middle of a ritual."

Right after I talked...

Black smoke boiled around me.

- The ground rocked, the earthquake -!?

"Magic fluctuations surround us, as we edge the circle...... a widespread attack?

Magic from below, as Mileval speaks.

Are you gonna scrape this whole thing in circles?

"Direct each ground underground."

"Sounds like it, does the roundabout"

The Book of God of Arukan agrees with my words.

The shape of the sinking ground is circular. The outside is rock.

Is its surface smooth?

Black curtained magic.

The radius of thirty meters is exceeded.

Again, it would direct you underground by sharpening a wide range of rocks.

It could be an attack aimed at a collapse.

Natural elevator, falling off feeling like you're on a god table.

Naturally, the ritual was interrupted.

"Immoliza, strain your silver hair so the sinking ground doesn't collapse"

"Yes -"

Inject the chain from your left and right wrists.

Surround the Anuil Warriors with a shield.

Imoliza's silver hair dyes the circular ground into silver.

The ground took the form of a silver plate.

Slower as it descends.

Dong strong vibration...

Sounds like tree spirits all around.

Bad visibility with earthen smoke, but cave.

First, there is one sign of a large magic vegetable in the shape of a person.

Big magic vegetables move.

Immediately wrapped the magic martial arts around his whole body.

"Something is coming, Mileval and Imoriza protect the Anuils -"

and headed to the edge of the silver plate as he spoke.

On the other side of the edge, as in responding to my movements...

A Dorlai of shadowy bone races emerge...

Staring at its existence while stopping its legs.

The things that emerged are like shadows......

A Dorlaian?

Naturally, but not with Mr. Ruel.

The eyes are bright red, the carvings deep and the nose high.

But the decisive difference is the whole body.

Your face is human, but your whole body is black fog or shadow.

Shadows like black fog cover it.

Cloak or poncho, unknown......

Not equipped, a cape-style body of natural stardust or something......

Reminds me of Hoffman's abilities.

Thin things like some of the bones dotted in its shaky shadows creep.

Inside the shadow or black mist, a bunch of bones like human bones wander...

He's a very unusual man.

Reminds me of the shadow-user Yomi in a report from Polsen in the Dark Alliance War against [Big Bird's Nose]...

Those red eyes caught Guillaume and Guillaume with the momentum to peel off their white eyes.

"... who give to the Annuils"

That's what I'm going to say. Black fog dolphins.

Shadows or unknown, but creepy......

"So what?

And right after that...

The black mist of my body hits me.

And from that shaky, black foggy thing came a line of unintentional shadows.

A shadow, a black fog, a single black line approaches me.

I avoided that black line with a straight nose tip -.

Slightly late, the collision sounds from behind.

... I got a scratch on my cheek.

The black line seems to have crashed into the back of the cave.

It looked like a piece of black fog... blade.

"Have you avoided the shadow bone blade..."