Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Oh man... no matter how many times you experience it, he's not familiar with this reconfiguration."

Meat chunks produced by the nucleus of strange pawns (pieces) placed on chessboards grow into human snails.

He was not even allowed to divert his attention from the sight of nausea taking place in front of him, and Athelui watched the whole thing.

Only a groan without a voice is a full expression of intent now allowed to Athelui.

Trembling meat chunks know it or not, throwing words like every wow.

"Hey, don't you think so? I only thanked him once for coming back to life. Now we can fight for God again. But after that, there was only hell. It was the betrayal of the same Ixists who believed it was absolute until then that they were waiting for me, who thought I was one of them. Many places, many times I've been killed. But every time it came back to life. And I killed hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times that. Look for God's place, look for faith. When we were close to God, we separated the flesh of the lying priests when virtue was high..."

Between reconstitutions, consciousness will be hazy, just as the flesh is still incomplete.

A man's twinkle is almost indistinguishable from paranoia anymore.

Meat chunks, or beings who have finally begun to take on a human figure, crawl to Athelui, who is trapped inside the doll, limbs tied to chains and unable to move, drawing more and more traces of black blood.

"God... this, this is happening"

Athelui prays in a word that barely sets her free.

to Alam Ra, a God who believes in himself.

See the truth about a dying man.

And in that prayer, the man, who was a lump of meat, shuddered himself as he shrugged.

I did.

"God, huh? You believe in God."

Athelui cannot answer a man's question.

Not because I don't have faith.

Because the madness of the man in front of me was real.

"Or your god. Where is the god?"

"I don't know. But God is in heaven, and He sees us."

There was a fright in Athelui's voice that could not be hidden to answer.

Already Athelui is flesh, made to understand a man's madness.

Between now and the time he's been imprisoned for consciousness, Athelui has endured the interrogation of this man, Galusin - no, no, no, no, no, no.

And unfortunately a man-shaped prison that will not let Athelui go now: Iron Maiden's flesh is something that is specialized for it.

Inside it were countless mechanisms for attacking and attacking pre-captured objects, and various options are now being added there by Galucin's hands.

"Breaking a human heart is not a pain. It is the way to God that suffering brings. That's why I don't inflict pain on your flesh. The only thing that hurts is the heart."

In a way peculiar to the invaders who have already conquered many, Galusin said.

But the story doesn't fit any more.

The current words simply reacted to Athelui's fright.

The man went on to prove that he was naughty.

"You are quite attractive to pagans. A good woman for livestock. Crying is cute, too. But I don't know where God is... are heathens still heathens? It's so lamentable."

Athelui blinked slowly as she prayed, listening to Galucin's confused wow.

I know.

This man is waiting for the answer, "God is here."

And I want to lead the cut back, "Then let me see."

That's how I've searched countless times for God's place.

How?

Of course, cut the victim's flesh.

"God... don't try"

"What?"

I said, "Don't try God."

"It was awkward. Is that what you taught the heathens?"

"No."

"Hmm?"

"These are the words in the scriptures of the Omaes and the Ixites."

To Athelui's words, the man smashed his freshly regenerated eyelids, and did.

Then I smile with a broken face.

No, I couldn't tell Athelui if that face, which was still being rebuilt, really laughed or just opened its mouth to anger.

"No, no. I'm a man who can't stop believing in God. There is a God. They're the ones who are wrong, and you're the ones who are thinking about it. God is here, isn't he? Don't lie to me! I've cut hundreds and thousands of enemies, and even cut off the ones who betrayed me, to make sure every single one of them is true!

What I'm trying to do is see if what they say is true.

"If there's a god, show me that! They didn't even have a soul!

Athelui shuddered herself by the fanaticism of Galucin's words.

After being dealt with in the surface world as a knight of treachery, this man ran through the dark side of the world and lived.

Between the time we were closed down in the basement of Heliatium, we went through the world, searching for the people who fell into us, scratching their sleeping necks, or, as assassins of political assassinations, believing in self-righteousness, killing our victims, and finally even questioning the justice of our clients - in other words, seeking God's place - killing and turning this too.

It must have been sealed in the basement of Heliatium, too, that the emperors of history kept it as a trump card to defend the sovereignty of this country.

Athelui listened as he endured the humiliating abuses he had been waving at him hitherto - integrating his stories repeated like a bedtime story to recodify (hen.) Galucin's life.

Modestly, this man is a real lunatic.

I believe in my righteousness, I lie if I don't doubt God, and I don't believe in that fruit at all.

So if you get caught in some sort of suspicious ghost, you can't help but be sure.

What? What?

The reality of God.

And that's probably getting worse with every resurgence - reconstitution, as we've just seen.

It is the function of the flesh that the reconstitution restores, but the torn memories repeat the distorted reconstitution each time, turning him from a human to a much farther bucket.

He will seek God even more so as to make up for that twisted inconsistency.

Endless vicious circles.

We must not let such a monster leave the world alone.

But the man reaches out to Athelui to distract the pain of the reconstitution.

"You'll see. It hurts, my skin regenerates best. So let me listen, tell me about your god. Let me hear that sad voice of prayer again about how cattle pray to God. And if there is one, let me see - I'm not a god. The Soul. Then I think I can believe it too."

As I say, Galushin forcefully puts a humiliating attitude on Athelui.

Iron Maiden, where Athelui is now imprisoned, is a people-shaped prison that traps the spirit of the victims, as well as a brief Focus.

By ordering the Spindle Capable to use the Spindle, he has some freedom to manipulate the captive human scabbard flesh.

The simplicity also means that this Iron Maiden is made with wax and underneath, and the "Focus" characteristic nature = easy to specialize (personalize).

This is probably because the purpose of this people-shaped prison is for a large number of people to blame one.

It seemed much better to be denigrated by even ten opponents, compared to one of these men, if we tried to make Athelui the most degraded by that demon right now.

"Come on, where is it? What about your Soul? Tell me. Otherwise... I will explore it with you."

Athelui is not allowed to keep his eyes closed.

So at least blink slowly.

Trying to escape this overly harsh nightmare, even slightly.

Ask God for salvation.

But the long-awaited Lord of salvation emerges from the utterly unintentional part of Athelui.

"If it's Soul, you know its owner, you bastard! The man is fighting over our heads right now! For all the people who live in this city, for human dignity. Huh!

A quick sip from the dark, or a flashing blade ripped Galusin's head in two and blossomed.

The blade rotates like a boomerang and fits nicely in the hands of the owner who released it.

It was almost at the same time that Galuchin fell and Athelui, who was poured a "spindle" and gained a small amount of freedom, called the name.

"Your Highness Askariya!!

Why, why, for me and others.

There should have been as much to say, but all Athelui could have done was shout its name.