The body of the demon wreck was not buried.
The previous day's battle stained the streets with blood. The enemy sees it hard. To make it easier to understand what happened on that spot, roll a slice of the body. Put a little bit towards the lake, and scare it off.
"I caught crabs and stopped feeding them, so I've caught crabs. I've pulled them off and fed them, but then you caught them pretty good. They're stupid, so you can eat whatever you want. It's just like that."
Susuke laughs. Ether (yes) nodded. Sure, they don't need good bait. I'll pack the same lizard (anyway) of blood, meat and manure into its mouth.
Avoid the tunnel because there is no place to hide, and place it ahead of you through there.
There's a trail on the way. Once the enemy has crossed it, attack begins.
The bait was thoroughly sprayed. All you have to do is wait to eat up. I also have a main dish. I hung the men I killed yesterday on the pole as decapitation. What will the demon wreck look like when he sees this? Though I can't tell the look in the human eye.
This is where they end up. I won't let you go first from here. I won't tolerate any more.
Sukesuke climbed upstairs in a private house. This position captures the demons traversing through the tunnel from the front.
Aetomimori entered a public and private hall along the road.
There was no conversation between them. Sitting in a chair soaking away, the meeting room upstairs was clean and the table and chairs were neat and tidy.
Miori is closing the windbreaker zip to the top. Those big breasts and thin hips are hidden in a black cloth called Shakashaka. That cheek I showed over my naked shoulder was gone, too. It was felt like a distant memory in the sky to show and touch my skin in the river at night.
Because of yesterday's battle, I've had fever since I aimed. He grabbed four tablets of the antidote. I saw it with the same eyes that Mimori blamed.
The battle resembled running, Ethan thought. It's a moment to interact with the enemy, but it's a long time to wait for the enemy. Walk down the tunnel toward the goal. I quietly raise my feelings for the time of the kill. That time is part of the battle.
Drops to the ground in a constant rhythm with dark juice puffing from the hanging neck. Ether thought it looked like a primitive watch.
In the afternoon the enemy arrived. I heard a noise so I figured it out.
I glanced softly through the window and saw a team of enemies coming through the tunnel. The tunnel where the lights went out due to the blackout is dark, and the red and blue light emitted by the demon wrecks often stands out.
"Hey, I wonder if those guys are deaf. Isn't it weird that you might have enemies and make that noise?
Mimori touched the pale shoulder.
The demon wreck is on the vehicle. One crosses (again) into the likeness of a white Trojan horse, and the other sits on the calf. The Trojan horse has no legs, no wheels, and proceeds floating in the universe. I don't see any moving parts, so it seems quiet, but I actually make a deafening noise with Keen.
There are two Trojan horses. Each rides two demon wrecks at a time, four of them on foot. In all, eight bodies come in two rows of columns.
The Ether left by the window and moved to the other window. I have eyes on Susuke in the other building. He's been thumbing up and letting us know he's ready.
Together with Mithori, they go to the ground floor. When I went out to the surface and put my face out of the shadow of the building, I could see the trail from there.
It was more than expected that there would be eight enemies, but the attack would be carried out as planned. Mimori turns her palms toward the trampler. The pale put out a spear (do) on his right arm.
The demon wrecks come as they make loud noises. When the rear tail crossed the trail, a metal wall formed and refused to leave. It's Mimori's ability.
Heaven thought they weren't deaf, they were just blunt looking. It was not until we realized that we were the rats in the sack that the first one was pierced in the chest with a bullet from Susuke.
The bullet also smashed the trojan horse's back. A torn fuselage in two blows a fire and bounces. What was on the cow flies over.
The next bullet destroyed another Trojan horse. The two bodies on board were unharmed by turning themselves around.
The sky was leaping from the shade of the building. Yesterday's battle was different, and we have enemies right in front of us. These are the people who came on foot. I'm distracted by the bullet that Suke fires, and I can't even look at this one. The sky felt like it was slipping.
When I slapped the spear against him, the body of the demon wreck ripped from his waist. The intestines (annoyed) scatter and take on considerable demonic wreckage. He didn't even allow it to sprinkle, and the Ether pierced him with a spear, blowing it up and shattering it.
Bath your face with returning blood. Windshell stains black. He trembled with joy like a tree that received a rain of mercy in its leaves.
Two demon wrecks stand across the road, two of them removing something like a stick from their hips. The bars extend at both ends and glow red. They're going to use that to do it.
The sky became very careful. I don't know what enemy weapons are like.
It generates new spears, twisting and reducing distances. There were signs of something flying in there. He crouched reflexively.
That went over his head. The asphalt of the trail crumbles and the rails of the tracks break apart.
The demon wreck flew and hid in the shadow of a block wall. Bullets circle through there.
"Don't hide, Kola!
Suke is out on the veranda screaming. "Come on, you hipsters, you're not running away! I'll kill you!
The demons have completely hidden themselves. The only thing standing on the road is the Ether. I felt like a clown with a long spear on one arm and no place to be.
Even though he was supposed to be hiding indoors and shooting at his enemies, Susuke shows up. Extend your arms forward and fire a glowing bullet from between. The bullet puts a hole in the automobile and snaps the pole. Suke was laughing. The high laughter of those whom the Ether had heard crackling sounded disturbingly in a deserted town.
"Seniors -"
Suke waves at me. "These guys are no good at all. I don't think I'm willing. That's boring."
The pale waved as well. Point to the rear of Suke and instruct him to enter the house. Suke laughs at the edge of her mouth. When he felt that he was being molested, the sky scowled at him.
A demon wreck hidden in the shadow of the car rode itself and unleashed something. A small black sphere flies toward the house where Suke is located.
Like the water sucked into the drain, the sight did the vortex (udder). The roof of the house distorts without sound. Walls and windows take shape. Suke's appearance is also swallowed up there.
The light and sound could be played. The pale kneaded his left hand in front of his face.
Something hits my body. Something like stone (ishi) rubble (crushed) hit my shoulder and fell to the ground. I looked up and countless pieces of concrete and wood were descending from the sky. A huge chunk of fist blurred his head, and the sky groaned.
The upstairs part of the house where Suke was was disappearing as if something had eaten him up. I don't see him.
The pale ran his eyes around him. I may have flown from the second floor with a single hair, based on the anomaly. The only reason you're not on the road is because you might have hidden somewhere.
My breath became painful. My ears have been hit by the explosion and my sense of equilibrium has been lost. I'm about to fall.
I knew that Susuke couldn't help me. When space was distorted by the thrown sphere of the demon wreck, his body was also distorted and seemed to lose its human form. His arms were twisted, his neck was broken and his head was stretched more than twice. I don't know the principles of that sphere, but I don't think humans can live with that done.
The loss of buildings and the absence of people, even in parts of the same town, were completely different. They take not only what is visible, but also their own minds. One more memory has been cut off, and blood is spraying.
The man named Tsuke looked great from the first time I met him, and when he said something that he knew everything about, he was close to Mitori and didn't care about eating. Still, his heart was broken when he was wiped out by his enemies.
Breathe deeply. Together with Suke, he tries to take away a part of himself that was taken away. Even if the others die, I still have to live. There is still work to be done.
The two earlier ones came out of the shadows. Hold the red glowing stick with both hands. We're out of flying gear, and now we can focus on fighting. The sky gleams at the demonic wreckage that is coming towards it. It's simpler to do this one too. So far, the battle is five minutes.
He stuck in a straight line to the enemy's pocket (two places) and poked straight at it. The demon wreck is either because of its large body or because of its dull movement. I try to get a spear with a glowing stick, but the Ethereal Momentum prevailed. A spear bounced on the stick stabs a gap in the armor (good). The armor glowed brightly. That becomes so vivid when the Ether pays the spear to the side. My intestines flowed from my torn belly. Trying to hold him down with his hands, the demon wreck took the stick away. The pale will trample upon a dripping organ on the ground. The demon wreck fell and the light of armor disappeared.
Another demon wreck hit me on the upper level. The pale received the spear horizontally. Powerful and pushed. The light of the stick approached my face. It's hot and my eyebrows are going to burn.
"Uehara, do it!
Behind me was the voice of Mimori, and the sky swept away.
Three demon wrecks coming this way. Those were the guys on the Trojan horse. I have a weapon in my hand - a red glowing stick, the same gun that killed the dog.
And why was there a mole over there? She has no power to kill her enemies. You were supposed to be hiding until the battle was over.
There was pressure on the spear, and the Ether turned back to the front. The demon wreck weighs in from above and tries to crush him.
For a moment, the opponent's power is loose. Look at it as a chance. The Ether pushes.
They kicked me there.
The claw tip of the wreck pounded into his belly, and his pale body blew away. Hit the back and back of the head against the fence.
The kick went into his mouth and his breath was stuck, and where he hit him it hurt, but the Ether quickly stood up and put up a spear. We have enemies coming from our backs. I can't be stubborn.
I noticed and grabbed the wall behind me with my hand. Hard and rough. What is this fence? Was there a fence in here? If there's a fence here, where did those demons go?
When I sprinkled, the red and blue light stung my eyes. A wall of black metal runs longitudinally across the road. From the trail to the house where Suke was, he stands in a way that blocks the gaze of the sky.
It's the power of Mimori. I never thought I'd be able to get out a wall this long.
"Youngmiya! What's going on!
There was no response when I called across the wall.
The pale sprinkled at the signs behind him. The demon wreck wields a stick, and it strikes. He shrugged off at his place. The bars that cut the sky hit the walls, sparks scattered.
Until now, there was a mystery - why do you want to continue with Riai or stand against enemies from behind? Such an option was now completely out of my mind.
In front of the dream of killing all the demon wrecks, I can't afford to say such things as choosing them or calculating them lost. It's something that you can't do without beating it every moment of the day.
Dreams are power and exercise. The idea of twisting around in my head does nothing.
The pale poked out at the swelling. The demon wreck also strikes back. One-in-one, two-in-one, bumping weapons make a hard noise.
At speed, the Ether wins, but the Power is above the Devil's Wreck. Gradually, the spear gets bounced wide.
The loser and the Ether turned their bodies, and used a spring all over their bodies to slap their spears. Still, when it's easy, they take it.
Not enough yet. I don't have enough power.
Shake your empty left arm and use its recoil to strike an even stronger blow. The pressure of the demon wreck decreases slightly.
More. More power.
Don't make your own limits on your own power. Having this spear in your right hand would also have been unbelievable before you got sick.
Believing, wishing makes the power even stronger.
Left hand, for example. Why decide I can't get a spear out here? Believe me, if you wish, it will no longer be possible.
The Ether struck down the spear head-on. Take it with a stick placed horizontally by the demon wreck. The pale left hand is empty. He believed this would also be a weapon. Wished.
Skin pulls. It's a familiar feeling.
He shook his left arm as he pressed it against his opponent with one of his right arms, rubbing it from the bottom. I heard the wind cut.
The hand with the weapon of the demon wreck was severed. Wet hands and sticks with overflowing (overflowing) blood falling to the ground. Armor glows brightly.
The demon wreck opens its mouth wide and barks (cheeks), but it just leaked a breath of rotten smell and did not speak. There the pale stretched up and fed the poke. The spear on the left hand is no less sharp than that on the right. Pierce the head (not) lid (crease) from the mouth of the demon wreck. When I thought about disappearing, the lizard head played along with the spear. Black blood (chi) splash (shibuki). The Ether bathed in his face.
At the same time that the body of the lost neck demon wreck fell, the wall that was longitudinally running down the road became sand and collapsed. A grain of sand shines in the wind.
Three demon wrecks stood in front of the public hall where the Ether was hiding until just now. He's got a forehead, and it's like he's having a wellside meeting.
One of them was grabbing people's arms. The person hangs in the hands of the demon wreck like a child who is tired of wasting his time and crying. There was a black windbreaker. My throat peeks white.
My left arm pulls. The feeling dominates everything in the pale.
When he returned to me, he stood looking down at Hamimori. Lying on her back on the ground, she stretched one hand over her head and was like a careless backstroke. One of the sneakers is missing. The socks are soiled and black. The black of the windbreaker is wet in blood and seeps. There were a number of slashed marks (and more) on her body.
There was a look on his face that resembled a faint laugh. The face you do when you're messing with your classmates. In the classroom, I've seen it from afar. And the palm of the sky closed his eyelids. Blood stains my face. His hands were covered in blood in return.
His carcass of slashed and carved demons rolls around. It was completely different from them. Watching her makes me sad. Is it because the shape is the same? The time she has lived so far is heavy, even though she hasn't seen it all the time. I don't even think I put it in my hands, but I think I killed it.
Still, there were no tears. Is it because you decided not to cry anymore, or because the dead took it away and your contents were emptied? My eyeballs get hot, but there's nothing coming up from the back.
The pale put his hands on his back and behind his knees, lifting up Mimori's body. Her head leads to the pale chest. It seems sweet, or ears to the chest and listens to its heartbeat. But there is nothing in the sky that can be divided where it is sweetened, nor is there anything that echoes in the back of the chest.
He was empty.
Miori's body is heavy. Drooling hands and feet shake, empty pales flutter. Splashes jump when you step on the blood buildup. Mimuri's wounds penetrate to her back, and the blood that pulls the thread and falls dissolves in the blood buildup and becomes one.
The sky does not weep. I'm just staring at the town I dyed with blood.
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The air conditioning rang to sweeten. Ethereal noticed that her skin was poppy.
Stand up and head to the operating board of the wall. I try to raise the set temperature, I look over the hospital room. Other than him, he probably feels the right temperature.
Hulka had her hands on the window frame and was in the sun over the window. I hate tanning. I can't see you lying. Rather, it is also as if he boasts white, radiant skin in the sun. The silhouette of his arms and body floated through the sickness of the light. Its painful fineness is blurred.
Staring out the window, she stares at the eyelids of the day. It also looked like a tearful expression.
Osamu stares at a paper cup with both hands. The empty paper cup was crumbling in my hand.
They were silent. The story of death empties itself among those who listen.
The Ether raised the air conditioning set temperature. No one complains.
Shaya (Saya) on the bed is also silent. She's empty. Ethereal and Hulkah and all the others have emptied her.
The sky retreated to its original chair. The flowers placed on the side table are shaking in the air conditioning wind. Flowers I gave her in the sky.
I have never directed flowers to the dead. I didn't mean that I could offer flowers to my parents, to my dog, or to Momosuke. I wonder why. I would have felt like mourning them.
Perhaps that's because he was killing enemies. I've killed him till then, and then I've killed him. I didn't think I deserved to pray for the peace of the dead.
How about now? If the battle is over now.
"The sooner the better, the sooner you die."
Halka stared out the window. "No, isn't it? I'm alive."