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

Dropped in what should also be called a pit to hell served in the buildings of the dubious things of purgatory, Satan and Margaretta just kept falling through the long darkness.

In the meantime, with no air resistance falling, he was not able to stabilize his body, but managed to hold hands together so that he would not be separated from Margaretta, falling firmly together until he was unwillingly in a place of light.

(But maybe I'm the only one who thinks I'm not serious here.

Along the way, I was about to be deprived of consciousness by that darkness, but when I thought we were going to weaken each other's power, I drew them in and let them stay in the mood, etc.

Satan, who finally arrives somewhere in hell and is hitting his naked body, still stands up, rubbing the hit part, making sure that there is no abnormality in his body.

"It's inconvenient that you can't fly. I think humans often live in such a disabling body. You deserve respect.

"Lucy, I can't fly either, but that's something I can manage to do with it.

Margaretta, who performs well, seems to have landed well with one hand. Of course, that was Satan's first-rate joke, but I knew I could only cut back to this extent in my native Margaretta's ability.

But the female soldier who housed the evil spirit of this cause is just over that beautiful muscle that took hundreds of years to work out. It has a pretty fine double hill than Satan, who thinks Yuscario is between B and C on the basis of an evaluation criterion based on memories of his previous life, while being a little more adult than that mite.

In other words, it is a somewhat enviable body, where the tightness should be tightened out. But apart from the world's evaluation criteria, Satan doesn't understand that the first A is not the best in the line of letters, and from the order of letters B, C, and D, the higher the rating is to go behind.

(It's okay. The point is not size, but form and balance, and most importantly, sensitivity.

Even during this emergency when he makes his head circle with such a loss, just now Margaretta opens the invisible bag she gets from Michisane, who had it so that it could be covered in a cross lowered from her neck.

From inside came Satan and Mitsu, Margaretta's clothes for three and Satan's wand, and Margaretta's demon double spear.

"Ahh."

Margaretta gives a weird voice with the bag turned upside down.

"What's wrong? Forget something?"

True, I think it was a failure to bring Mitsu's clothes, but Mitsu does not possess any weapons, and has been given diverse abilities by his peers. Naked and not tight, but even clothes taken from the bad purgatory can fight fine.

"No, as Lord Michisane said, once I got all the contents out, the bag was no longer handy.

Once the contents were gone, they disappeared. Since it is a bag that was originally invisible, nothing seems to be happening from Satan's perspective.

"Well, you said the invisible bag was disposable.

Magic tools also have many disposables for mobile use.

When used by humans and others without magic retention, magic cylinders and the like must be prepared for the replenishment of magic, because they become more unnatural than disguised as shapes.

But is it just like the psychic apparatus used by the ancestral spirits, or rather than disposable, it is just a Michisane service tool that calls itself a ghost that disappears once it is used? Margaretta was finished wearing the sacred coat, getting fit and diving under the sacred coat, taking that cross out on her clothes. I guess that's what her standard stands for.

"You've grown a lot. I did think it was as big as my thumb when I first saw it though.

"It is. Little by little, but it's getting bigger. Especially over the last decade. I didn't do a lot of work until I came to the kingdom, so I guess I didn't have the extra energy to accumulate on this guy because I consumed less energy, but lately I seem to be giving this guy energy because I'm active myself.

I don't think Satan knows how she understands this because I never explained this cross in detail to Margaretta.

Still, she was in a church organization, and I guess she only hears from a capable saint that this cross encloses the abominable power that resided in her. The reading of surface consciousness, effective only against defenceless human beings, made it possible to understand that Margaretta cared for that cross like her own patron saint.

What the Satans are rolling in is a wilderness of reddish soil with rocks like crystal columns growing from the goths and the ground. There's nowhere around that I can hide myself but a little bigger rock than the Satans.

If you dare to look, there's a ground crack a little further away, and going beyond that seems difficult with human leap power. That said, it seems a little bit deep, and I don't know how far it would fall if it wasn't even shaped like a rock shelf.

He also rolls with a completely unwounded, sinless soul falling on his body, which immediately seems to me to have been deceived and dropped here just like the Satans. And when I turn my eyes even wider in the wilderness, I can see the deceased rolling like a molten carcass, still moving guzzled. In hell, the brain marrow doesn't seem to be gone, the heart dries up, and even if it's just bone, it doesn't just die.

(Of course, there is no such thing as death or words here.

We were observing each other's surroundings, but we couldn't even know if this was the general landscape of hell or if it had the peculiarities characteristic of this place, and Margaretta asked Satan.

"By the way, where in hell will this be?

The surroundings alone do not know such details. If it's Largo, you might even be able to rely on that foreseeable eye to decipher what this place is and what it's called.

"I've heard that hell is divided into layers. But there's something going on here.

The two men, who were dressed differently, folded their mites' clothes in small pieces and cleaned them up in the pockets of Margaretta's sacred garments, hiding in the shadows of the rocks in the hills.

Then a black shadow is flying from the sky on the other side. They are like black clouds with no shape.

"What's that?

"Necromancer. That's also a pretty powerful evil spirit. It's just like what's lurking in your body.

"You don't panic.

If you notice, many necromancers come down and rip your body apart if you catch a solid deceased in a still moving form. But the power is overwhelming, and there seems to be no power to resist a very blurry deceased. I guess it's something I can't help but feel sorry for the deceased who go around screaming and suffer after such a setup, but it's something that has correspondingly worked evil in the lower realm.

(Do I have the power to fight that now? You can't exercise magic here. I have a cane, but I can't tie it down, and I can't seem to absorb magic.

No, if you think about it, Satan's best move at absorbing magic probably doesn't make sense to a necromancer who doesn't hold energy as magic. According to Michisane, what is called the Necromancer or Evil Spirit can replenish the input at any time from the spirit that is full of this otherness, even if it is temporarily deprived here of the energy of spiritual power. Not bad for Satan at all.

Is this what you mean by Away, which Yuscario has in his memory of his previous life?

Evil spirits seem to be looking for any other prey, citing the scattered dying deceased. It seems wiser not to bring this place into battle as much as possible.

"Lucy, what do you want to do?

"Let's see how it goes. With my power now, if I turn them all against my enemies, they're going to fit the same eyes as those deceased. Besides, they are the ones who have worked in the lower realm the evil that they deserve. I guess we shouldn't let that get in the way, because we're being justly judged in hell.

"I see. It doesn't seem like you're just a weak bully.

But soon I couldn't say that either.

Around the Satans are rolling innocent souls who have now been deceived and sent to hell again, just like the Satans. I lost consciousness as I fell, and I guess many of the shocks I fell and still have consciousness about to hang out. I left him sleeping here near the ground breakdown.

They are souls who are round naked but should not be punished here without scratches anywhere in the five bodies, unlike the deceased who are blamed here and deserve it.

The Necromancers seem to have noticed their presence, and some of the Necromancers come this way, although it is difficult to simply represent them in numbers, perhaps a dozen.

It is more obvious than to see the fire that they have come to blind their souls to the intact deceased. Some of them were said to be Tao's subordinates, an uncle named Hayaji who was sent to hell in that building just before Satans.

"Lucy, you can't abandon this.

"I don't care what you say."

"Everything around here is probably just innocent.

I don't even hear Satan stationary, and Margaretta, with a strong sense of justice, pulls out the demonic spear and pops out.

But I'm pretty sure Margaretta is powerless to confront all the necromancers by herself.

"You can't help it anymore.

With that said, Satan jumped out into a battle where he had no chance of winning at present, wondering if there was any way to let him get away with just what was there anyway.