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

As Cockatoo, who broke up with Valkyria, pulled his luggage hard, Onna, surrounded by dead spirits and ridden by warcraft from behind, approached an area that seemed unpopular.

In a pure white holy coat, the necklace lowered from the neck with a gold chain is shaped like a cross crushed, with burnt marks that I think I just fought somewhere underneath it.

(No, it's not coming close, it looks like they're on the verge of being overtaken because they're aiming in the same direction but the Warcraft's legs are faster than Cockatoo's.

Due to his properties as a watchman, Onna, who slowed down the speed of the Warcraft when he caught up with Cockatoo, who recognized him as a taller beauty than Valkyria, in the moment he first noticed footsteps and glanced at him, spoke as expected.

Its face and bright white holy coat looked like a holy Virgin of a truly qualitative character, but it was quite a voice of gaze from the great top of his attitude, as could be seen from the way he spanned the Warcraft.

"Oh, you're not yellow, why are you here?

In fact, ghosts with yellow auras are not even in eternal prison. The yellow aura emitted by the ghosts is proof that he has sworn allegiance to King Jardaba, so to speak, a loyal subordination. From one point on, those who do not swear allegiance to King Jardaba can no longer work in hell. But what was originally in eternal prison does not apply to it. Because even those that do not pledge allegiance could not be expelled from that area. If you expel a large number of people, no, even if one or two are reduced, it is the eternal prison that cannot be replenished.

So Cockatoo thought I'd say something grand here. It is also a good opportunity to explain my current position, which is finally being said by Valkyria.

"Yes, I am now where the eternal prison carries and takes important things from a certain hierarchy.

"Eternal prison?

That said, Onna, with her troubled face, talks to the Necromancer around her somehow.

"Well, that's fine. I've never been here before. In the meantime, I'm studying hell for a while until I meet the administrator of this hierarchy. What's so important about it?

You know nothing, but you are in a good position to bring more than one Necromancer. We have to borrow knowledge of Kosokoso and the Necromancer.

"Yes, I said it was important, but I'm just carrying what I'm told I can't leave in eternal prison for the reveal of my luggage, to the gates of hell, and I'm keeping one of your weapons and weapons that I was instructed to carry at that time. That's what matters.

"I see the spear and shield on the car are the important things. Yeah, it's pretty good. Could you replace it with this spear?

What are you talking about? This onna. Crabs and monkeys are not the same as replacing rice balls and persimmon seeds.

"Please don't say such horrible things. Even if it's my life, I have to deliver it to him.

"Huh? Where the hell do you mean, when?

"Yes, this is Master Valkyria, who is said to be the fifth Four Heavens King.

There's nothing you can do about it anymore, and once Cockatoo gives the name of Valkyria, you can see the Necromancers making a scene and hurrying to onna to ear.

I guess I finally found out that such a newcomer is someone I shouldn't turn to my enemies.

I don't know which horse bone this onna is, but turning Valkyria against the enemy means turning his companion, the Four Heavens King, against the enemy, and being molested by King Jardaba, whom Valkyria is serving, and hence both the prison ghost and the evil spirit in hell, against the enemy.

Did you understand that, Onna's attitude suddenly changes. No, I'm not dramatically polite or anything, but I found myself pulling a step back and starting to talk.

"What the fuck? Is that so? All right, all right. Let's not talk about it. Well, this body seems pretty used to this spear, too, so don't say it's impotent for today. Then you're going to do your best.

That's when. Out of nowhere, there was a young man's voice.

"Mr. Margaretta.

Onna stopped her leg trying to go first. Probably thought I heard it from a cockatooer. From the cocktail, it seemed like it came from further behind.

Although I accidentally saw the cockatoos I looked back at at the same time, I realized that there was nothing else to talk about, and Onna made what seemed like a precaution.

"Did you say something?

Cockatoo shakes his head.

"No. You heard something. But it's not me.

"That's right. It certainly wasn't your voice. ─ ─ But where did you hear that from? Well, fine. I felt like they called me by the name of some woman on this body.

"This is the woman with the body?

So you're saying that the body that thought this Onna was is not who this guy is?

"Uh, nothing. I don't care. I don't care.

Onna on the Warcraft with that said goes.

As far as the way Onna sucks when I'm talking, it seems more of a type of person to be thrown into eternal prison than walking around hell.

"The woman of this body" was probably a temporary figure, and the contents must be the kind of evil spirit or the kind of demon that was around. I guess it's possessed, or that you're taking over your body.

(In this world where souls and spirits gain reality and walk wide, do we need to dare to put other people's bodies aside?

Cockatoo twisted his neck, but I can't think of what that means. Vulnerable things like human souls and bodies. That Necromancer is quite powerful in this lower hierarchy, eating and scattering physical images materialized by the souls of the fallen deceased. It is the lowest, worst form of punishment, called the annoying hell, which does as much as murder and violence in the lower realm, or punishes what has lived by eating the life blood of a person, but it must be the evil spirit of so much rank that they snap.

(Anyway, you're going to be following your work until you're cheeky. Don't mean enough for King Jardaba to have an excuse too.

If so many evil spirits use the human body and so forth, they cannot outpower themselves even if they are weakened. After all, the mystery is grand.

But where the hell did you hear the man earlier? Cockatoo leaves his only thought and checks the luggage he is carrying.

There was the neck of a doll sent to eternal prison with two daughters, where Valkyria had deliberately camouflaged it and made it difficult to understand.

When collecting and putting the parts on the luggage truck, I should have kept my eyes closed, but they are open.

Cockatoo spoke with certainty.

"That's you. What was your voice earlier?

"I found out, or I can't help it. It's definitely my voice.

As Cockatoo expected, it was the doll's neck talking. It's a doll, so just because your neck and torso have been severed doesn't mean you're dead. No, there is no death here, even if it's a creature, so should I say it's not doomed? Unlike the Demons, Cockatoos don't know how to describe the behavior of a doll that doesn't even have a soul. Let's just say 'I can move' and 'I can't move'.

"Can you still move?

"No, I can't seem to move. This is the best way to talk right now.

But despite his neck and torso being apart, he talks tight. It didn't look like there was some kind of signal wire in the first place on his chopped neck.

Does that mean that the doll heals naturally - no, it repairs? Then I might be a street doll again and make a big stand around. That fighting power is supported by technology that is considerably more refined than force. Cockatoos shouldn't be experts on that path, but the hidden memories of my past, which Valkyria had just pointed out, were telling me that it would be extremely handsome if that happened. If this doll is the bad of the kind of people that Aradia brings, Cockatoo unexpectedly visits, though I didn't think it would rose to the truth.

"Don't you heal on your own?

"It seems like if my body were in complete condition, I could get some scratches back, but I can't do this. If you don't ask the automaton alchemist who made me, I'm sure I can't get it back.

Cockatoo decides he's not lying, though, because he revealed the secret that some wounds will come back to life. If that's the case, we can discuss it calmly.

You don't have to rush to the Hell Gate, but you might as well put a handshake on Aladia here and see if these guys sent in don't have to be thrown into eternal prison.

"Really? Well, what's your name if you don't have a choice? Why did you raise your voice earlier?

It's a bumpy question, but if this doll isn't the one responsible for the one stick of evil, it should honestly respond. Cockatoo put it on. And the doll replied as well as Cockatoo expected.

"My name was actually number 12, but now everyone calls me Lagon. When I approached her, the woman who had just seen her chill from under her, she was very familiar with me. But as far as I can tell, it wasn't that guy I knew. If I were you, I would have called to ask you to help me."