Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

The looting of central Imperial capital continues, by the neo-denominations (homotestants) who swallow and expand the poor.

The people of Imperial Capital, who are in the poles of social chaos, must want to get on with something. I also feel that with symbols like Archbishop Nicolaus, we can see that the poor, who no longer even lose them, come together.

And nothing holds back the neo-denominations who have acquired religious canonicity.

No soldier is already in the Empire, the emperor of the new Empire seems to be encouraging rather than leaving the festival of the Protestant sect unattended.

"Hellman, what's that weird cloth?

"That's a holy face cloth (Seikan fu), like Arthama's face appeared on the cloth in a miracle done by the Archbishop"

A naked cleric with an ank around her neck accidentally laughed when she saw the holy face cloth on the stick and flying like a flag.

The black charcoal pattern that surfaced on the linen cloth, if you look closely, never looks like the face of a goddess, but it's like a Rollschach test.

I laughed because, with all due respect, Arthama's face, which supposedly emerged from the cloth, was like a face of bliss and laughter.

I don't know about Arthama's actual face, but it's usually depicted like this downward swell, isn't it? The Arthama statue in "White Tower of Trials" was terrible too, but this is terrible too.

"Are you sure, Arthama? Leave this alone..."

When I sighed a few times and snapped, Archbishop Nicolaus, who had spoken in abundance, suffered "uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

While I saw it, I grew large wings of bass and silver from my back.

The folks said, "Oh! A miracle has happened." "It is the coming of Arsama, the Virgin of Creation!" or making noise.

I had a really bad feeling about it.

"I'm sorry, Hellman, I'm getting away"

I ran away with a dash, but it was already too late.

As I expected, a naked man comes flying over here with his silver wings flapped with rust and fig leaves.

Nicolaus, a brave certified first-degree saint, can serve silver wings with sacred magic.

But when you see him normally using wings instead of shivering his groin to fly, that must be Arsama who descended, not Archbishop Homo.

Archbishop Nicolaus didn't find out, but there was no way the hidden effect of the black robe would work for the Virgin of Creation.

Of course, there's no way the dashing power of a brave man works for Arthama on the side that's giving him that power.

I gave up badly and I ran desperately, but when my arm was grabbed gassy, they pulled me straight up into the air.

He was taken over the roof of the church in the Imperial capital by Arthama, who descended on the Archbishop as he did.

"Uh, excuse me, Arthama!

"Uh, testes, I'm talking right now through the body of Saint Nicolaus. Do you hear me, Takel the Brave?"

Looks like they found out already, so I lifted the hood of the black robe.

It's been a long time since I've worshipped your honorable face and you're the ultimate in joy, Arthama.

"I hear you, go ahead -"

"Um, I hear Takel the Brave, too, so I came out to explain something"

Because I'm listening, I'm not saying very much, is this what they're paying attention to?

No, but there's plenty of people to watch out for first, like Leah and Nicolaus and the totally useless Inquisition.

"I mean, do you even hear what I think?

"Yes, there seems to be a misunderstanding, so I couldn't stay silent. Sometimes there are saints nearby who happen to be fit for reception."

But it's visually awful that Arthama is descending on Archbishop Nicolaus's body. This.

Archbishop Nicolaus has a neat face if he looks closely in white, but does he say that a more homophobic appearance is enhanced when the contents are goddess?

"Brave Takel. I told you I heard what I was thinking."

"Excuse me."

"Well good, stopping people's thoughts is something no goddess can even do. You don't have enough rulers and you're wrapped up in it, so don't let me get stuck."

Arthama also subtly mixes broadcasting industry terminology.

I don't know what kind of industrialist you are, I'd love to see this one, but let's stop it. Because Arthama always seems to be an ass cutter.

"Um, you seem to understand. Takel talks fast and good"

"It's an honor to compliment you."

"It makes sense to leave Archbishop Nicolaus running wild. Unfortunately, the bare festivals being held by the Protestants and the controlled looting are the best solution to deal with this state of commotion."

"Is that bare festival ideal?"

"The imperial capital being hunted down by the loss of war is full of pain, suffering, grief, mourning, resentment, resentment, anger, hatred, burglary, sincerity, despair, all kinds of malice. The frustration of the people who have reached its peak is on the verge of explosion and needs to drain the gas."

"I see, I feel like I know that."

"Yes, the frenzy of a people without a place to go is difficult for me, the goddess. Archbishop Nicolaus is waging a naked festival, dancing and driving a depressed people crazy, and carrying out a peaceful dissipation of bad energy. It's hard to say that looting is good too, but it's better than developing into an disorderly Holocaust. The act of imposing a hungry people on their asses, on the chamber of commerce that does nothing, and on the side that they deserve, however bad the process may be, is in itself good"

"No, you don't have to make excuses. Okay."

I also understand that there are times when I have to make such a ruthless decision in my position as a trader or general.

I mean, you kill one to keep ten alive.

"I'm sorry I'm a powerless goddess, and while Archbishop Nicolaus is dissipating himself at the Naked Festival, I want Takel, the brave man, to do his best to get this thing sorted out quickly. I never prefer believers to argue with each other."

"Goddess is tough, too."

"That's all I want to say, because I haven't said a word to the faithful about 'getting naked'!

"I know where you are."

Huh, cursorily, Archbishop Nicolaus sat down on the roof of the church.

Apparently, Arthama fell out.

"Huh..."

Are you okay, Nicolaus?

Something, can I be hostile or bad? I'm not sure how to deal with Nicolaus.

"Hahahaha, Arthama has finally descended upon us!

"Oh, wow."

Archbishop Nicolaus overflowed tears like waterfalls from his eyes as he sat down.

"Brave Takel, do you understand? This is the first feat in history when Arthama was descended on a man saint. Until now, we've fought over our ideals, but I forgive you all for what you've done today."

"Oh, I appreciate that, though"

I don't have a hobby for sweaty naked men to be happy with.

I'll have to wash the black robe later.

I manage to push Archbishop Nicolaus over to hold me in tears.

Oh, Arthama Church officials' opponents are tight every time.

"By the way, Brave Takel, why are you dressed so weird?"

"Don't dress weird, you're sneaking into the enemy's pocket, you'll be set on covert action!

Ask him, after all, the new denomination seems to be cooperating with the Fist King. The New Germanian Empire is an army of fistmen, neo-denominations and peasant rebels, they say, in a three-headed political-like situation.

"Next up for King Fried the Golden Lion is near the fistman, Dyson. You're unrestrained, too."

"I'm doing everything I can to make my dreams come true."

"You're going to make Dyson a brave man anyway."

"That's what I thought, but I gave up. Dyson was unlimited to my ideals because he is a giant with muscular beauty that I do want to bump into, but he couldn't."

"You're quick to see through, because Arthama told you to settle with me."

"No, Dyson told me he was marrying his granddaughter. There can't be a wife belt brave man!

No, don't tell me about the brave guy with the wife. Whatever your sincerity is, how can you be honest about how disgusting this feels if you can justify it because Arthama told you not to?

Here, I can't help but quarrel with Archbishop Nicolaus, so let's talk about it.

"Surely, a granddaughter would be an eight-year-old. Surely that's not possible."

"Yeah, at all, if it's a boy, he's an ant at his leisure. Why aren't you a boy..."

He's saying something bumpy, he's scared too.

Why is there only such a pervert in the upper ecclesiastical of Arthama Church?

"So, you're going to fall back on this side, from the fist emperor Dyson"

"Yeah, for now, you're free to use the neo-denominational church as a lurker. Inside the church, Dyson's army would also deceive. Instead, if the Old Empire rejoices, acknowledge the activities of the Protestant sect."

Really, I'd betray you lightly enough to feel good.

Totally untrustworthy man, but as long as the interests are in agreement, can you trust him as the counterparty to the deal?

But is it okay if I admit the cult?

I got a little lost, but I couldn't help but make a compromise before coming down to Arthama and being praised.

I wonder if it's okay to leave such a cult behind. I know Arthama's circumstances, but I still feel that the goddess is too sweet in her judgment of her followers.

"In the meantime, it's good to have a new lurking destination"

On the measure of Archbishop Nicolaus, the musician Twitter, who did not have to go wild, was happy to rent a minute church warehouse.

Well, I guess girls do. As far as I'm concerned, the subtlety is that I owe the new denomination.

Minutes Listening to the Church clergy, the new denomination takes money from the Chamber of Commerce and does some pretty nasty things, such as just looting against the opposing Chamber of Commerce, and it makes me wonder if they've sided with such a force.

That's how I squeezed all the money out of it was ravishing that it was all used to cook out to the poor, but the church would be over the slack and the likeness of a thief, and the world would be over.

It's been a long time since I've been able to act alone and wonder if I can stretch my wings, I'm considerate ahead because it keeps me in trouble.

Just now, I want to rescue the old emperor and go home. Quick, if you ask me if I can set up a rescue operation, I hear there's a fistman emperor's speech tomorrow at Imperial Castle for the people, so there's an operation to smash the back of the castle in that gap and try to help.

If you have to, you can use the sword of light to smash through the walls of the castle.

Kaara, who seems to want to act only as a schemer, says, "I know more or less the structure of Imperial Castle as well" and seems to be wuss because she wants to set up an operation, but doesn't need complicated measures. If the enemy's eyes are attracted to anything else, it's fine.

Mostly if it's the structure of the Imperial Castle, there's no way the knight who served there doesn't know, so Kaala's turn won't come this time.

"You don't have to worry, if you just sneak in, there's an escape route out of Imperial Castle that only the royal family knows anyway."

Hey, when I say Hellman, I say, "How did you know!," and changed the blood phase.

Apparently, I was right to say so. Hellman was informed, apparently, because he was the guardian knight of Prince Fried.

Well, it's this pattern of hands, and I thought there'd be about an escape route after I rescued him.

Instead, if you didn't think of any escape routes, you're about to let me come down here.

"Hellman, why don't you just assassinate the guy named Fist Emperor Dyson?"

"Yup... no, Master Gunner. I fought Dyson directly, but he's stronger than me. The best we could do was run away."

That doesn't sound a little overheard.

Because Hellman is the man who fought each other with Louise with 'The Great Sword of Orihalcon'.

"Seriously, stronger than Hellman means stronger than Louise?

"The battle is also compatible. The weapons are not the same as the 10,000 swords, so I can't say much."

Hellman clouding words.

Well, I get it. If it's subtle, you can't say anything inadvertent.

"I don't know, as far as I can tell, I didn't think he was that strong of an enemy."

"The current fistman, Emperor Dyson, is getting 'The Armor of the Orihalcon'. You will have the strength to stand alongside the Ten Thousand Swords"

He distorted his harsh face and crushed it to squeeze out words in bitterness.

The words of a man as strong as Herman the Guardian Knight are heavy. Hellman saw Louise as better than he was, crossing over to each other. Quite a sober analysis.

Indeed, Hellman's "The Great Shield of the Orihalcon" boasts an iron wall defense but lacks decisiveness.

His cheats won't lose because they specialize in defense, but if they are to be defeated, they are difficult unless they are an understated opponent.

In other words, the strength of fistfighter Dyson, which Hellman could not win, can be estimated to be the cheat level of martial arts.

But thinking about it, on the contrary, I was beginning to want to fight Dyson. Martial arts cheats are melee specialties.

If it is a magic gun (rifle) that is compatible, has a great range, or can it be killed? Whatever the strongest fighter, there's no way you can beat a newest style gun.

Anyway, if it's someone who turns to the enemy, isn't it a good chance to end it now that he's lurking in the enemy's nostalgia?

If I get a chance, I'll kill you.

Of course, this is from the absolute safe zone.

"Cook, wash your neck and wait, but good, fist dude Emperor Dyson..."

Wearing a black hood in my eyes, I laughed low.

I wonder if this hood is under a curse, I'm starting to feel more and more like a villain.

"Dear Father, it's cool these days, I'm in love with you."

Kaara's touching my shoulder. My hobby's biased in the black direction. That's what makes me nervous when you tell me.

After wrapping this black robe around, the Kaala appearance rate, which I usually refrain from in the shadows, is rising, how much do you like black?

When Kaara sticks around, Oracle sticks around without losing.

When I'm surrounded by demons like this, I feel like I'm part of a demon clan, too.

As expected, everyone in the Resistance Rescue Corps looks like a dong-puller.

Twitter, the musician, called out to us to take it back.

"Dear Gunner, the ham is cooked. How about a meal?"

"Uhm, you're gonna love it"

The Protestant food situation is good, even in a situation where the city is plundering opposing chambers of commerce and blackmailing the Great Chamber of Commerce.

When I ate this bread and ham, which was offered to the new denomination, I thought I was an accomplice, but I decided that it would be difficult. He's a villain anyway.

"Now, as a comfort during your meal, I, Twitter, will play a song."

Twitter, when he took out the trapezoidal unusual strings, sat in a chair and started playing.

Somehow, it just sounded sad. Sounds like a piece of music that has long been passed down to Germania, and all the knights who were ready and riding into the enemy land listened quietly.

I thought I was like a dinner show at the end of the place, but it wasn't the kind of air I could scratch.

That's right, only a former elite courtroom musician has a well-tuned melody, but I feel sad as I sit back and listen.

The night of Germania grew more and more sad, staring at the reddish burning of the ham.

Of course, my home, I think, is not Japan, but the royal castle of the waiting silesiers for my wives.

Even if I could just renew that feeling, it could be that I even bothered to come to Germania.

I had the ease of being single when I came out, but now, I guess I should do what I do and go home.