Poof.

Under the puncture of the bamboo stick, the soft eyeballs were like balloons pierced by needles, and a large amount of blood flowed out, and the exploding blood-colored bombs splashed on the boy's own hands.

Poof!

Stuff all the bamboo skewers and all the barbecue pieces into his father's eyes, and return them to him.

The chaos was everywhere, the street was already doomed to blood and violence, and the priest, who was completely out of place, was praying, what, as if praying for this tragedy in front of him, praying for the chaos to stop?

Actually, it is not, it is completely wrong! All this is just a human tragedy created by him!

By the time the last man lay on the ground and swallowed his last breath, the ground was stained with blood and flesh, yellow fat, and white brains.

It doesn't matter if you step on the "soil" that is more disgusting than a frog, probably internal organs or something.

Something you stepped on might be an eyeball.

Aha.

This is the cemetery of mankind, the corpses are everywhere, the red flowers (poppies) bloom everywhere, here is a gorgeous and beautiful garden, they are now the soil, the soil that nourishes the flowers.

No one dares to watch the chaotic scene, and the guy who dares to face it is no longer human, this is a normal person who will vomit as long as he looks at it, the second time, the mental state declines, and the third eye falls into chaos, merging with them and becoming a part of the soil.

In this way, slowly moving forward, a little slower than the speed of the message, arrived at the destination after the start of this summit.

When those kings, dukes, marquis, and earls convened an emergency meeting to discuss what was happening in the streets today, the priest stood and listened to them discuss the tragedy that had taken place in the streets under their gaze as if something unthinkable, as if it should not have been!

"It was a revelation from the gods, a precursor to the trumpet of destruction sounded by angels, like the strolls of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. ”

"Who are you?"

"It's just a priest, but what I'm bringing is a revelation for the lost lambs, a small favor of some gods, and with just a drop, you can make a potion for a large berserker. ”

"That's ...... Behavior against morality is a taboo that must not be touched, you demon who lies to be a priest!"

A demon in a monk's attire.

"But, don't you need it? The balance of fate is tilting in your favor, you also have what you want to protect, right, you don't want them to be ruined, you don't want to expose them to threats, in the face of the attack of a powerful country, you will definitely lose a lot, it may be a wife, a husband, a son, a daughter, ......"

"However, we have the protection of the shrine maidens, and we can also protect this country. ”

"Really? Don't say things you don't even believe, okay? Goddess of Fate doesn't like liars. ”

“......”

"Choose...... Although you don't seem to have any extra options. ”

The demons laugh at their powerlessness, praise their wistful manners, and disguise the faces of hypocrites that can only be peeled away by the pull of a bargain, which is too cheap, and their goodness and morality are just things to deceive themselves.

......

I woke up, it was the first time I woke up, and I can't remember it clearly, but this time, it seems to be a little different, and the surrounding environment has changed.

It got worse, the skin dripping from the hot oil of the candle was still aching, and every time it moved, the sting illusion of a sharp blade penetrating the limbs, and the pain was like a stubborn disease, constantly eroding the body.

Where is this smelly place? As a shrine maiden, she is now just a prisoner.

"Welcome! This is where I promised the shrine maiden, remember our first conversation in the torture room?ahaha, it should be fresh in my memory, if the shrine maiden is very forgetful, I don't mind repeating it, inviting you to come to the pigsty and enjoy the thrill of sow breeding, hehe! It is really a masterpiece, let a black-haired beauty lie in the pigsty, by the way, be careful, you are not the only one here. ”

It was all about playing with the shrine maiden as a toy, and the baron, who had been wearing glasses and looking submissive, now took off his glasses and combed his hair as if it had been modified by a hairspray hand.

Looking down at the prisoner between them with a playful look, the Venerable Shrine Maiden was now imprisoned, her hands bound by handcuffs, and the chains attached to the collar around her neck held her in a certain range of motion.

Puff puff!

Come on, come on, Miko-sama's new roommate, the original owner of this pigsty moves it to approach from the shadows with its stout beast feet.

It's a big black fat pig.

"What's wrong? Don't retreat, face it bravely!My dear shrine maiden, ahahahahaha

Cheering and shouting, cheering and cheering for the unarmed witch who kept retreating, clapping and congratulating.

The huge pitch-black thing is approaching, and the restrained witch-sama retreats into the corner, but it's too stupid, is it really because of the mental pressure that is accumulating?

"Don't forget to tell you about the Chains. ”

She kindly reminded her, but it was too late, and the retreating witch-sama was dragged by the tugging sensation from her neck, and then fell, unable to even get up leisurely, her hands were bound like a wriggling caterpillar, lying on the ground and running away, trying to escape from the attack of the Dance of Darkness.

But will her battered body be able to escape?

The answer is already on the horizon, no, seeing is believing.

I couldn't escape, and was caught up by the pitch-black, male hormone-secreting fat pig.

"I'm going to start~ To be honest, I've never seen experiments like human-animal hybridization, how about it, do you want to shout? By the way, I can't speak because of the ball? ”

If you had a camera, this is a scene that you would definitely have to record, and then it didn't, which is a pity.

......

How long has passed, his body has been used like a rag, just as a prop, there seems to be no will to resist in his eyes, only endless nothingness remains, broken, it is a look that has given up everything, the body has no strong reaction to the erosion of the black beast, the secretion of lubricating fluid is only a long time ago, now, the only difference between this body and the corpse may be only heat, and the slight reaction of the muscles to the pain.

Another breeding.

You know? The reproductive organs of pigs are very strange, as if they are still spiral (hopefully not confused with dogs), like a drill-like impact? Don't think about that kind of pointless thing, it doesn't spin on its own, and it doesn't carry such a function, it is more likely to be compared to the charging of a spring.

Looking at the appearance of the frog that was already like a frog, with his hands and legs open, it was possible to say that he was run over by the wheels of a high-speed truck, and all the sacredness on his body was stripped away, leaving only a pure body, no, the next layer, it was already a filthy body.

"Even if I'm tired of watching it now, I want to use painting to preserve it, it's like a masterpiece, and by the way, I'm not proficient in painting, so I can only ask the shrine maiden to cooperate with me when I want to reminisce about the bad taste. ”

......

Why is it that after so long, there is still no one to save herself, isn't she a shrine maiden? A shrine maiden who is very important to this country, she has done so many things for this country, and she has won countless victories, but ...... As long as the search and rescue team works harder, will they be able to get out of trouble earlier?

I have lost the things that I have always been conservative, the things that are very important to women, but above that is dignity, the dignity of being a human being trampled on the dirt by the other party, trampled on wantonly.

If they could, the search and rescue team could arrive before they lost everything...... No...... What do you have that you haven't lost now? Is this life really meaningful? It's just that you are serving this country like a living dead, and now you are better off living than dead, and you might as well be euthanized, so why don't you bite your tongue and kill yourself?

Wounds can indeed be repaired, but people can starve to death, and they can die from excessive bleeding, as long as they are bent on death, there are countless ways.

Why are you still alive?

Lying in a pigsty that resembles a garbage dump, the shrine maiden, who had given up her resistance, suddenly understood why she was still alive.

Because, the baron who inflicted tyrannical acts on himself is still alive, safe and sound, laughing every day, how can he swallow this breath?

I only have this wish left now, seeing the tragic death of the other party, and experiencing inhumane things, who can still keep a normal heart, except for the guy who doesn't recognize the pain, all normal people will think like this.

The pain in my body continued, and I gradually got used to the size of the black behemoth, and what I felt through the spiral-shaped object was nothing more than a wild animal.

"How's it going, Mikome-sama?"

Unlike the baron's voice, which sounded like a loving father, he was concerned about himself?

"Probably it's a terrible feeling, do you know who you really should hate? Of course not the baron, but you still have the right to take revenge on him, I just told the Lost Lamb the revelation, the cruel truth is time to be revealed, this country has abandoned you, whether you want to admit it or not, you also have the answer in your heart, right, 'Why doesn't this country save itself', when you have such doubts, don't deceive yourself anymore, my poor child, there is something sadder than self-deception? It's time to recognize reality. ”

The warm hand caressed the shrine maiden's forehead, like a parent giving a bedtime story to a child who didn't want to sleep, but this time the story was about reality and didn't sound reassuring.