Chapter 1100: 1100 33

"I don't know if there's ever going to be a chance for my life to fight with all its dying power. All the firepowder was paid for by Sato, so it's never happened before."

Yamaki Noisuke rises. Even if a tall little man stands, he doesn't change much in size. But one of the things that was done was to stand up, and it was in the eyes of those who were on the spot, as the presence of Aoinosuke had greatly increased.

Garcia and nearly ten other warriors also enter a combat posture. No one has a firearm. All bare hands, western swords, spears, or melee weapons like sticks.

"Don't be a riot, damn it."

Setting up the silver storm shield for Aoinosuke, Sylvia smiles.

"Lady, I'll take care of the groceries."

Chestnut Three offers while swinging the minute torso chain.

"Is your eye a pit? Not all of them are clutterfish. There's a mix of strong and weak."

"I know that. So I'll just take care of the groceries."

Chestnut san returned a playful answer to Sylvia, who said in a grumpy manner.

You're kidding. You're in charge of him.

Sylvia pointed to Garcia.

"Doesn't it look the strongest? That's terrible. I want you to reconsider."

"It's a terrible brain. Junko, can you give me a hand?

Ignoring Kurizo protesting, Sylvia spoke to Junko.

"Well, I'll scatter them appropriately."

He smiled and acknowledged, Junko advancing in front of Garcia and the others.

A circle of flames erupts and spins around Noisuke Yamagata. Sylvia sets up a shield and looks out for Aoinosuke.

Rotating flame rings bounce, flame chunks splash everywhere. In that flame, a silhouette emerged, which eventually embodied itself clearly.

(Rabbit)

The ravioli appearing in the flames descend onto the floor of the ring, wrapped around the flames as they were, rushing around at high speeds and irregularities.

(That's a hassle...)

Sylvia pounds her tongue. While there are multiple rays of flame, they do not come in a straight line, but with the movement of the real rays themselves, they attack as they jump around everywhere. And then it's small, and it's approaching from a low position. Preventing it with a giant shield is a troublesome substitute. There's a good chance they'll come around the shield.

It's just a hassle.

Sylvia inflates her entire body muscles, lifts and floats the silver storm shield.

Even as the flaming ravens slip out of time and the left and right frontal ends jump from behind, Sylvia hits the ravens with a shield from one end, swinging a giant shield that soothes for two. The battered rabbit extinguishes every flame.

What a magnificent young lady.

With admiration and laughter, Yamaki Noisuke was up to the next trick.

"Let's hope to see more of our residents in our consciousness. Now, for the first time in a long time, be fully indulgent."

Various figure creatures appear around the perimeter of Yamagatasuke.

An elongated figure, a giant burning up with a full-body blue flame with unusually long hands and feet, especially hands that are likely to reach the ground long enough.

On the face of a giant old man, alien with long legs from ears, boneless tentacle-like hands from eyes and butterfly wings from the back of his head.

A degenerate, flying fish of the eye, whose whole body is glowing.

A giant flea taller than a person's, with a fluorescent blue all over her body, a giant baby face on the upside.

"I don't have a bad taste."

Sylvia groans, sets the shield forward, and clairvoyant. This giant shield blocks the owner's view, but Sylvia has no problems because of her clairvoyance.

(Fast......)

Among the inhabitants of the image of Yamagatasuke, there were more troublesome enemies than the earlier Flaming Raven. It's a glowing flying fish. It is about the size of a pi, but not half the speed at which it flies.

That's not going to keep it from boulders.

There was a gunshot near me when I remembered the threat.

"Around."

How many nights cheer. Looks like the shooting gun was hit for several nights, and the fish of light smashes and extinguishes.

"You're good, but you shouldn't be bad at it."

"Uh, why not? I fight, too."

A few nights shooting at an old man's head who does not follow Sylvia's advice and sprays his butterfly wings and dances.

"Ouch."

The gun fired for several nights comes off, inflicting pain on several nights. It is a gun that has a high chance of hitting even if it is shot properly, but if it is removed, the pain and shock will fall on it. Except for the impact, it doesn't lead to physical damage, but now I can't move for a while.

With a rifle, Sylvia shoots through the old man's head. In the meantime, giants of giant fleas and flames loom over Silvia.

At that time, Garcia's head was shattered and scattered with chain-length torso. The battle between Kurizo and Garcia followed lightly.

It doesn't mean Kurizo was overwhelmingly stronger than Garcia. Garcia is clearly outnumbered by instantaneous and powerful forces. But having an unusual flying tool made Garcia battle for nothing.

If I had allowed Garcia to approach me, I don't know what the battle would have been like. Kurizo admits it too. From the sight of it, it seemed like an easy win, it was actually a complete win, but I'm not very willing to luxury it.

"It was strong. Even if the battle is decided in an instant. Try to defeat me without ever touching me. You were strong."

Chestnut III, who looks down at Garcia's body and tells it clearly in his voice, as if to let those on the spot hear it.

Garcia is capable of regeneration and does not die to the point of being blown off her head, so she was not naturally dead at this time either, but there is no reason for Chestnut Sans to know about it. Garcia's ability to regenerate is not so good either, so having her head crushed made her unable to move.

The gunfire of Sylvia's rifle sounded. Bullets do not penetrate the thin torso of the flaming giant. Unlike previous creatures, however, there is no immediate extinction after eating a single shot, and Sylvia waves a long hand down as if it's not working.

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Sylvia swings her shield upwards. Giant arms prevent, and heat almost prevents. Even hundreds of millions of volts of thunder are shields enough to prevent them. The fever never passes either.

"Whoa!

Don't scream, Sylvia runs out with a giant hanging her shield. My whole body's muscles are swelling up just fine.

Giant nostalgia - rather than at his feet, Sylvia restarts her shield vertically. And stick it straight into the giant's leg.

The giant's long, thin legs snapped and Sylvia looked back as she fell behind the giant. The giant collapses to the front and the last remaining giant flea jumps towards Sylvia.

A few moments before Sylvia, in front of the giant flea upside down red face, a rifle muzzle had been rammed.

Gunshot. Impact. He scattered blood from his head, and wondered if the giant flea was untimely next to Sylvia and spasmodic as it was, and vanished. Giants disappear, too.

"Dangerous."

Upper beauty screams. Towards Sylvia.

That's when the explosion happened.

Angelina, Ueme, Ip Mountain and Anse watched clearly from afar. Soon after, Aoinosuke, who was traveling, released a light bullet from the rear of Sylvia. Light bullets appeared in the eyes of the gallery, as they landed on Sylvia. And explosion.

The blast blows on the ring, and the nights and chestnut san, who was relatively close, also falls. The four of us who were touring in the distance were only as far as we had a strong wind.

The rings are covered with smoke and dust that will soon soak up.

"It's a breeze. I didn't know you'd forgotten me."

Aoinosuke, who moved to a guest seat close to the ring, stares at the smoke curled up in the explosion and squeals.

Out of that smoke, right in front of Yamagata Nosuke, Sylvia popped out in an impatient shape, bloody all over her body and her clothes melted.

That's right, Aoinosuke froze too. Sylvia was swinging around with a rifle barrel.

He wields a rifle and punches a large forehead of Sukesuke Yamagata with a gun bed.

"Thank you. You made it easy for me to get close to you on purpose. So, who's the detour?

While bloody all over her face, Sylvia laughed contentedly and said to the fallen Yamagatasuke.

It seemed settled. Garcia is down with her head destroyed. Aoinosuke is unconscious. All the warriors except Garcia are frozen and tied to the floor by Junko, leaving them immobile.

I also wanted to shoot Aoinosuke just like this, but since I wanted to talk about it at the end of the day for a few nights, I decided to follow suit.

Where everyone was dressed to surround Aoinosuke, Aoinosuke woke up.

"Has Garcia died, too? Then it was hard work. But I'll see you in the Underworld soon."

The first words uttered by Yamagatasuke, who regained consciousness, were his willingness to subordinate. Although he was actually still alive.

"Mr. Electric House, are you conflicted? How about having an annual Ethereal Moon Festival to entertain people with similar values while calling it a monopoly on values? Are you saying you don't mind? What difference does it make?

Nights ask Yamagatasuke, who fell on his back and became a complete carp.

"I can't do the festival alone. It is only by bringing in large numbers that it functions as a festival. But in the end, we were all going to kill each other. Those who know the pleasures of the festival will eventually be monopolized in the memories of one of my lifetimes. You just have to live in one of my lifetimes. The Ethereal Moon Festival itself was my creation, and the participants were only responsible for helping my seniors create"

Says Yamagatasuke, laughing spirally.

"There's probably nothing in this world that I don't understand or empathize with at all. There are more than 10 billion people out there, so they always share values and preferences with someone else. On the other hand, there is no such thing as a complete understanding. Unless it's a spiritual fusion, there's no way you're going to feel like you're going to make it through 100%."

Junko says while taking care of Sylvia.

"I... wanted an understander, because I thought Mr. Electric House was the best understander for me, and I was happy with that... The Electric House was the exact opposite or something...... I don't understand."

Nights talking in a chopping voice.

"That's a delightful dialogue. It is my greatest pleasure and relief not to be understood."

Without stopping laughing spirally, Yamaki Noisuke said with a gaze at what night.

"This appetite for exclusivity in my life is accomplished by not being understood. When the understandable show up, you have to kill them. That's my rule."

"You didn't think about the killing side because of your monopoly appetite?

"Yes, that's the difference in values. It's the way I want it to be. No matter what crap you see from someone, for my seniors, no matter how much you build a pile of corpses, you can't help but do it. That's my saga. Nothing can be spoken simply by the standards of good and evil."

To the words of Sylvia, full of anger, Yamagatasuke tells her as she has understood.

"I don't need understanding or empathy. But. Would have been fun? Would that be the same? No choice of means. No need for daimyo either. There is no need for a clear purpose. Yes, the very thing that I enjoy is what my senior year asked for. How can I have so much fun, that's all. You guys, be honest. Wasn't this festival that my senior planned and ran and invited fun? Wasn't that a good experience?

No one was ambitious or denied the inquiry of Aoinosuke in a teasing voice. No one tried to utter a word. Seeing that silent affirmation, Aoinosuke laughed wondering if he had seen it.

"Ha ha, that's a good answer. A festival is all about having fun. Singing, dancing, drunk, crazy, noisy, laughing, crushing. That's all I need. What do we need for that? A festival for those with special sexuality - even those with a cursed destiny. That's my pale moon festival."

"How many nights, enough? Junko, stay thankful"

Silvia, who had Junko take care of her, gets up and takes confirmation at what night.

After watching the nights snort silently and lonely, Sylvia pointed the muzzle of the rifle at the chest of Yamagatasuke.

"Daughter of Lucanenko. Needless to say, as you know, don't think about understanding me. That's for you. But... let me tell you at the end of the day. I went to your house to buy and sell curses and often talked to you over tea, but that time was undisputed fun."

"Neither do I. Bye."

A few seconds after the nights told him in a plundering voice, the gunshot sounded.

Whoever eats a bullet shot more than Sylvia's curse rifle should have a nightmare in his life, according to the business he's built up, and taste the pain, but for this man who prefers the curse, can it be called a nightmare after all? Is that gonna be painful? Sylvia had such doubts, but there was no reason to know about it except the person who was shot.

At the end of Yamagatasuke, I realized how many nights. Now I'm finally realizing

"You... don't be like me..."

My father's last words are not curses or anything like that. He said it was a prayer. He said that it was just a prayer, that it didn't mean don't get cursed and killed, and don't inherit Lucanenko's pride.

(Now... when you think calmly, you're a hell of a misunderstanding. Are you stupid? Me. Sorry...... Dad)

He overlaid the shadow of his father on the remains of Suzuke Yamagata, which did not resemble his father, and apologized in his heart for several nights.

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