Yukimo and the Fight - Ingredients The Devil Tribe Loses Himself to Differences

"It's already a last resort if this happens! Come on, Moss!

If it's an acoustic facility for microphones and speakers, a loud voice sounds all over the venue, with howling likely in. At the same time, the clouds that were above swirl, and a great shadow descends from its center.

(─ What is this?

Besides, that comes down from the clouds, as if on an elevator. Finally, Las Boss is here.

Along with the sounds of the landing, the giant monster known as Behemoth stepped down.

Those who have long noses are not elephants when it comes to elephants, they resemble kaba, but they are not. Dare I say, a monster of such magnitude that it occupies roughly a quarter of this venue, comparable to an elephant and a kabba, but also to that Leviathan.

(─ But weren't there any elephants or giraffes?

Not if you're complaining about that.

Moreover, he carries a single woman, one hand at a time, with a great sword that rises slightly, and a wand held by a wizard, on top of it, presumably a head.

The woman herself carried a tremendous amount of magic, even from a horrible bracelet that was attached to her left arm.

(─ Definitely! That's Aladia the Witch.

Behemoth sweeps up the soldiers and a dozen mafias looking up at the monsters that have stepped down with their long noses, regardless of their enemies or allies.

And there was no exchange, and the brooms were scattered like dead leaves.

"Pao!"

"Oh, the witch is angry."

Margaretta and I were crossing swords, a mafia boss-like beast man shouts a frightened voice.

For a mafia, a witch may be considered to be something like a mastermind, not a caution stick. It's no longer a mafia, but a world of Unitota. It had become a witch's grudge and a struggle against the royal family of the kingdom.

And the monster, from where he wanted to get off, now starts walking towards the stage.

Drug-enhanced humans and soldiers fleeing not to be trampled on by that huge foot.

This is not a level that mankind can fathom, no matter how much. If you think so, you are the first Largo to feel that you are a demon and not a human being, as you are very thankful.

The entrance and exit have already been blocked, and the remaining citizens will probably still have more than 60% of the original? If you look at the rash on your face, most solid adults will have an old woman or a certain social position, albeit some young children, even though they have begun to be discerned.

In the eyes of all of them, this enormous monster was reflected, and the colour of unseen despair floated in its face.

It came down from the clouds because it was so immensely violent.

Its magnitude, its presence alone, is the fierce force of vicious power that everyone is forced to submit to.

To that tyrannical appearance, everyone who ever fought mightily - regardless of enemies or allies - had to admire and stare.

Trembling or even groaning at the presence of overwhelming power. I slipped my hips while standing, just equal to that situation.

Even Largo can only hold his breath and blink at its presence, which is more gigantic and vicious than the Titans.

And at the end of Largo's gaze was the head of the enemy, who finally showed himself.

But it is not the man on the kingdom's side who is watching over that with a stronger possibility. of the mafia, but also the reaction of the Beastmen executives is more intense.

In preparation for this signing ceremony, if you think about it, this witch has produced a holy sword that breaks down the demonic clan and a new magic gun that breaks the line that might be tensioned, bringing out a fiery, manipulative sword that is said to be outrageous, even if it modifies a drug-reinforced human being so tough that even a man standing there on his arm will not be his opponent, into a mortal bomb and let the Gasparns wizard speak.

Plus, as the last trump card, I was hiding these monsters. Not so much. He wants to cut off this marking ceremonial overturning. No, he wants to cut off Millin's annihilation in public view. How much resentment on earth do you have?

What Largo knows is that this witch was the prime minister raised from her predecessors' king doctors in the kingdom, and after that, knowing repeatedly that there were no signs that True King's sister could inherit the throne, using her marriage to Sir Leold as bait to force her hand to the throne to become the predecessors' king of the Yang and to set aside the rules of the Holy Springs, the power of the nation follows a path of apoptosis.

Furthermore, the Church's aid refused, contradicting the quote and letting the king have a child. It was also a matter of failure, finally driving him to self-harm, during which time the reign of the country was greatly disrupted, and the life of the people was in chaos.

Witches buy more grievances from the kingdom, or from royals and subordinates, and there seems to be little connection between the kingdom and this one.

Still, what is the resentment that swirls over the psychological surface of this woman? dissatisfaction that my desires were not met.

Specifically:

{Even Ioan, a pub testant, has beheaded and proceeded to achieve my ambition...}

It's full of my obsessive thoughts for no reason.

Buell, who was watching with me, talks to me.

"I see. That was, indeed, a witch named Aradia, who was the prime minister of the diaspora.

"Does Buell know?

"Of course. When this Buell was summoned by the Demon King, it was still a time when that thing, as prime minister, had given him a wide margin in the kingdom.

"You know something?

"Well, he was the culprit who laid down bad government and decayed the country to give whatever he wanted to the king at the time. At the time, while the national territory fell apart, I didn't even want such a country back then.

"Right, how could he resent the kingdom so much?

"Didn't it all go the way I wanted, around the one?

"With that? You're going this far?

"My lord, did you know that Astleto was summoned long after this Buell, and that he has not seen his face, but that Astleto 'is supposed to know the past and the future and to be familiar with all disciplines, teaching the knowledge hidden in those who summoned him'? I have plenty of that knowledge. I was talking to him one day and he taught me that in the past, he had been married as the wife of a man because it was disastrous that she was too self-sufficient for a wizard. The name was Herodias at that time, trying to force the husband to have a country, and it didn't seem to work. Moreover, because that woman, that marriage, received criticism from a famous saint, imprisoned that saint and finally decapitated her, which also seemed to be in Astleto's memory as a rare evil girl. She's such a woman, so I wonder if she'll even get this far around him.

"I wonder why such a thing came to be criticized by a saint, you know what?

"Apparently, the man you married was already in a marital relationship with another woman, or you had a husband yourself, the so-called plundered marriage.

I don't know much about it, but the story is somewhat similar to that of the predecessor Queen Yang, who took away Sir Leold, who was the pardon of His Majesty the True King. Just as Largo wanted to help a bipedal snake baby, he put his shoulder in a similarly situated predecessor queen, or maybe through a predecessor queen, he wanted to realize his unfulfilled ambitions. I also feel like I know what it feels like, but it was witch selfishness and Largo's thoughts on bipedal snakes were a help to people. From the information I have now, I don't even see any room for a witch to have an affidavit.

But no, it seemed to me that Millin's neck was only rolling away from her torso and over a silver basin in the future painted by a grudging witch.

(─ This guy is uglier and more dangerous than any guy I've ever met!

The object of that fear, the grudging witch, had a grin that she thought she had already won, and looked down at Millin trapped in the glass case.

From now on, the prey is pierced by beasts who nod their tongues with the confidence that they can cook in any way they want. This cut the trump card, it would be the nature of the witch.

I think Largo has more horrible sexual roots than the great monster in front of him, the little woman who rode on top of it, not as conspicuous as the decorations.

And Largo was overwhelmed by that mass of resentment. Even in the memory of my previous life, I would never have confronted such paranoia.

Yes, that's what this woman deserves. If you ask Largo to tell you exactly, you can even think of her as a paranoid witch.

When the witch stopped Behemoth from walking, eventually all the movement and sound of the venue stopped.

Everyone was stifling their bodies and holding their silent breath before an overwhelming force of enemies that wouldn't even wake Viscount Cyber or Margaretta up to speak up and go towards them.

Everything on the spot can only look up to its enormity.

The truth would be that if he turned his attention to himself, he would still be unable to move poorly, even though he would have full chest anxiety about what the hell to do.

Inside the venue, where there was no longer any movement, the silence followed where only Behemoth's exhaling breath could be heard.

A few centimetres of weed could even hear the wind swinging, utterly silent...

But then, while no one moved and no one spoke, the voice of the boy, still small, echoed the venue.

"Hey, kingdom brave, what about dragon jars?

What children seem to hold dear to their breasts is a heroic book made up by Buell.

Perhaps the child must be one of the children who listened to Yume's readings in the square this morning and got me the book "Brave Men's Squad Dragon Jar".

There was a pure obsession there that believed and did not doubt the existence of a powerful thing that would not abandon what would go the straight path of openness and justice, said to be an ally of justice in the world.

The adults around him, silent, rush to block the child's mouth. I was just wondering what I would do if that word of a child touched that enormous scale of malice.

But when I heard it, Largo finally returned it to me. More than Behemoth's anomaly, he was overwhelmed by the witch's less black ambitions, as if he woke up suddenly from a state of self-loss.

(─ Yes, now is the time for Lagon's, no, kingdom brave men.