NOVEL NEXT Chapter 84
Was there a problem?
“The sacrifice is huge, but Viscount Hilson’s progression has stopped!! You’re handy, Alice and architecture!!
“It’s buried more than stopped, isn’t it? Ah, my hand came out of the rubble gap.”
Viscount Boulder Hilson. The strength and obsession of crawling up from beneath the collapsed underground cavities and abandoned factories seems not to be dating, but twitching to escape.
But his body seemed to be caught on the way out, and he pulled out.
“Is it easier to pinch because of the elongated changes in stature?
“Shape evolution (form change) has become Ada.”
Mr. Ursh, stop saying shape evolution (form change) or something.
Because boss characters can even have a third form.
“Anyway, you can’t move. Now’s your chance.” Heck no gate!! Shall we expand? ”
“Uh. Wait, Isabella. I want to take care of things before I do, so I was wondering if you could bring Alice and Geese?
“Heh? Good, though. I’ll bring him right in, so wait!!
When I use “Lust” and “Thousand Eyes” to grab Alice and Geese’s whereabouts, I immediately run there.
Alice and Geese were together, so keep them on your shoulders and hurry to you, Ursh.
At that time, the two of them were screaming over my shoulder, but they ran the shortest distance at full speed without worrying because they were in a hurry.
When I got to you, Ursh, for some reason, Alice and Geese had become Yoreyoles, but I don’t care to bring them down before you, Ursh.
Then, shortly after the two of them rest, this time from you, Ursh, the performance meeting begins.
I don’t really understand why a performance is needed either, but honestly listening, Geese got excited with glittering eyes along the way, and came up with the line he needed to perform at Norinoli.
Then now Alice, excited about Geese’s contemplated line, decided to serve in a standing position and line.
I’m the only one who can’t follow you.
Or I’m worried about Viscount Hilson, who’s trying to get out of the rubble with Ugo Ugo behind his back, and I can’t focus on the meeting.
What the hell, this situation.
Somebody explain it to me so I can see it.
“Well, Viscount Hilson’s face came out of the rubble, and no, we’re all going to the meeting.”
“” YES!!
“Ha, yes…”
Without knowing what it was, the meeting was over and the placement and lines were decided.
First, we all move to a position about 3M forward of Viscount Hilson.
Whenever I say ‘Heck no Gate!! Make sure you’re in a state where you can activate’, and Ursh will be the first to speak up.
“Hear the wishes of our four fools from the bottom of hell under oath and consideration.”
I’ll take over.
“Here is the sinner who created the soulless, mindless funeral and was cursed.”
Alice will take over after me.
“Tear out the pitch-black cry from the bottom of the earth and bring the grey silver gatekeeper here”
And to Geese.
“Eat the many souls that cannot return, and bring judgment to the wicked soul.”
At the end of the day, the four of us speak together.
“” “” Come, Gate of Conviction “Hell Gate (Hellsgate)!!
At the same time as I finished saying, ‘Heck no gate!! Activate’.
When activated, the surroundings, which should have been clear and bright, suddenly turned cold and blue.
The knights and adventurers who were gathered to see how things were going also harden themselves and fade away.
Next to us and Viscount Hilson, the Hell Gate (it) appeared as if it would tear the dimension apart, as the bell began to ring from nowhere in the tranquility that seemed to tinnitus.
It was a gate big enough to look up. Will the height be between 5 and 6M?
In the middle of a pitch-black door that did not reflect or inhale light, not knowing what material it was, a hand of silver skeleton arms, stretched from left to right, was formed in the form of prayer, so as to close the door firmly.
The silver edge of the door, which was small and invisible in the effect, was made of many faces with a distressed look, and was silly (ugly) groaning…. Shit, I’m scared.
The surrounding air also begins to twitch, and people like the melting and disintegrating of the transparent like the air has taken shape.
Moving a little bit, all the people on the spot harden themselves and watch the Hell Gate in a creepy space that is about to be cursed of something.
In the meantime, the bell sounded echoed and kept ringing in a hurry.
At last, the spiritual limit came, Alice, standing beside her, fluttered, and as she did, she passed out and seemed horizontal to fall over the rubble. Honestly, I want to fall, too.
I see a fallen Alice peeking worryingly at someone who looks like a transparent girl, reassuring Alice that there seems to be no harm.
And, watching Alice’s condition, the skeletal arm of the Hell Gate begins to open the hand that was forming into a form of prayer with a scratchy glass sound.
At the moment when the hand I was putting together was unraveled, the door opened well as if knocking from the inside out.
The other side of the gate is dark, the wind chirping like a sob. When I wondered if the sound approached from behind it as if Zawazawa and something were crawling out, a big, hand-shaped black jaw (or something) blew out.
No, it’s not!! This is not “!” A bug!!
There’s a massive collection of black bugs, hardened, big hand shaped!! Swimmy!!
When I wondered if it had struck Viscount Hilson, buried in the rubble, as if it were buried in a large swarm of insects, I grabbed something of a man-shape made of increasingly black smoke and lifted it.
An unpleasant scream is scattered from a dull black smoke mannequin that is poured tar or hedro into the ear.
Oh, I’m sure that’s the soul of Viscount Ryan Hilson.
As if to seal the cry emitted by that Ryan soul, when a large number of worms filled the soul of the group (Murray) Viscount Ryan disappeared to be sucked straight into the back of the gate.
At the same time as the hand of the worm disappeared inside the gate, the gate closed with momentum, and the hand of the skeleton formed into the form of prayer, and in no time the gate disappeared to the other side of the dimension with the sound of the bell.
At the same time as the gate disappeared, the surrounding area returned to its bright and sunny form, disappearing without any trace of the transparent people who were flying around.
It just feels like the sound of the bell that was ringing until just now is still creeping in the back of my ear.
A man who had kidnapped many innocent people for over a hundred years and kept melting them in a barrel to make them materials for the spell fell here now.
But there was no cheer of joy, and people stood silently by too many shocks… and I thought, late, cheering. Cheers.
After the knights and adventurers who were gathering, and others who were cooperating, raised their hands, slapped each other on the shoulders, hugged each other and rejoiced, it suddenly became busy with the people who would disband and those who would start removing debris by magic and on their own.
This is the people who live in a magical world with warcraft and demons… mentally strong. You’re switching fast.
A Kingsguard knight rushed in with a horse from the royal palace as he helped to remove debris with Alice and the others who regained consciousness in order to dig back Viscount Hilson’s remaining body.
“Is it Master Isabella? The Queen and His Royal Highness the Second Prince are calling for you at the Royal Palace. Can you come with me to the royal palace?”
With that said, Master Chris was looking for the prison of the soul into which Mr. Lindsay entered, Viscount Hilson’s wife at the Royal Palace.
“Was there a problem at the Royal Palace?
“No, it’s not a problem. They found the barrel you were looking for, but the appraisal and the nursing all bounce back, so they can’t tell if it’s the right thing to look for. So the queen told me to bring Isabella, a highly qualified appraiser.”
Speaking of which, you once appraised the status of the queen at a tea party, appraised the status of Master Chris bouncing back the nurse, and revealed the cause of the curse.
But why would Mr. Lindsay’s soul prison bounce back the appraisal?