"What are you doing, why haven't you started?!"

"Number Seven" turned around, and the images of the four "powerful teammates" who appeared in the white fog became clearer in her eyes...

"No. 8" whose body was frozen by frost, "No. 13" whose body was charred from top to bottom...

"No...don't...stop...uuuuuuuuu..."

"The late, the late, the late... ah ah ah ah..."

And the "No. 15" and "No. 18" who still roar happily in the pink Buddha light and exude a scorching pungent breath.

"How can it be so embarrassing..."

Looking at the messy scene in front of him that was almost wiped out, "No. 7"'s eyes were dull, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

"Those two spirit removers are so powerful?!"

They are also the "God's Blessed Ones" of the Aum Shinrikyo Association. Because of their similar tragic past and common hatred towards men, they formed an alliance a few years ago as the "Women and Enemies Alliance", taking care of each other and joining forces on weekdays. Hunting "offerings".

For the strength of these companions, "No. 7" is naturally clear.

Hiding in the "mirage building" that can make the enemy get lost and divide the space, they have smeared their eyes with their own blood, and they can see everything without hindrance. rather disadvantageous.

But this time, they both failed? !

"Not good...that guy..."

In a trance, "Number Seven" suddenly remembered someone who was still standing at the door, and looked over vigilantly.

"Son Araki, I advise you not to act rashly!"

When she confirmed the "nominated offering" of the trip, the "senior monk" of Kawasaki Daishi Temple, because of the hostage relationship, still stayed at the door honestly, and was relieved.

At least these guys are still alive.

As long as Sousuke Araki is forced to leave with a hostage, the goal of this trip is basically achieved.

Hmph, these guys who fell off the chain at critical moments had to rely on themselves to stabilize the overall situation in the end.

"etc……"

While his thoughts were flying, "No. 7" suddenly noticed that Sosuke Araki turned around and turned his back to himself without any defense...

Not only that, the eminent monk also bent over and pouted his hips, bowed 90 degrees toward the door, and put on a seductive posture of "Please enter the urn".

"No. 15, No. 18, stop calling... you guys, what happened?!"

Could it be that the imaginative chants of "No. 15" and "No. 18" were too intense, making this little monk embarrassed?

"Whoa..."

Before he finished speaking, "No. 7"'s nose twitched slightly, and his body froze in place...

In the foggy main hall, a strange aura was mixed at some point.

Even the original white and flawless mist seemed to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye due to the permeation of some kind of chaotic aura.

"Ugh..."

Shrouded in this colorless and invisible chaotic atmosphere, "Number 18" and "Number 15", who had been climbing the peak in the endless joy of eternal climbing, and their bodies were constantly convulsing, groaned as if they were relieved, and fainted. past.

"This, what does this taste like..."

"Oh... who, who let go..."

Before the other three could react, their olfactory systems were already occupied by the stench that instantly entered their nasal passages and could not escape no matter what.

This indescribable taste seems to be a mixture of canned herring, rotten eggs, stinky tofu, Alla Rambo cheese, and sour bamboo shoots, crushed and then rotted and fermented for a year before it can be compared...

If it's just a stench, that's fine.

After the three of them inhaled the strange gas without any defense, a burning sensation began to spread along the path of oxygen entering the body, and it began to spread unstoppably...

Nasal cavity, trachea, bronchi, alveoli, capillaries, veins, heart, arteries, capillaries, cells...

Along with this burning sensation comes nausea, panic, and pain from every cell in the body.

"Ugh... ugh..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The three fell to their knees like a sudden illness. They only felt weakness in their limbs, dizziness, chills, nausea, and pain all over the body...

It felt as if some naturally restrained and extremely overbearing cancer cell or virus had invaded his body, igniting endless wars in every cell.

"Crack..."

The sound of something shattering resounded in several people.

The temple, which was filled with mist, suddenly became clear under the dim light.

"I...my divine power...why can't I sense..."

"What... you too... are you the ones who remove the spirits..."

The "source of divine power" that was supposed to be like an arm and a finger and had long been the pillar supporting the inner world of several people, suddenly disappeared without a trace, and could no longer sense the slightest...

"You...it must be you..."

Falling into the endless panic of recovering as a "weak woman", Sosuke Araki turned his back to himself "bending over to offer chrysanthemums", and the mist that was faintly turning yellow for some reason flashed in No. 7's mind.

"What did you do to us?!"

When she raised her head angrily and screamed in despair at the gate of the palace, there was no one there.

"...is science."

Behind him, the man's resentful and sullen voice sounded like a ghost.

"science?!"

"No. 7" turned around blankly~lightnovelpub.net~ and saw a face covered with shadows and bursting blue veins, but with a blushing shy face, quietly occupying all her eyes.

Behind the man, his "powerful teammates" were already foaming at the mouth and fainted.

"...I'm in it, adding science!"

"59% nitrogen, 20% hydrogen, 9% carbon dioxide, 7% methane and 4% oxygen, and 1% hydrogen sulfide, ammonia and other substances, science! 』

Before her consciousness disappeared, the last picture she saw was a man's knife with an afterimage, rapidly zooming in front of her...

...

On the quiet and uninhabited street, the white fog that was so thick that it was impossible to see things disappeared without warning.

"The fog... dissipated?"

Abe Temple looked around and found that he was actually at the crossroads on the side of the main road in the red light district of Yoshihara.

At the end of the road in the distance, the Yoshihara Shrine is dimly lit up.

"Hee hee... It must be the person who manipulated the fog, what happened?"

The woman's magnetic hoarse laugh sounded behind Abe Temple.

"Who... Junko Kato?!"

Abe Temple turned around and found that it was the naked Junko Kato who was quietly approaching not far behind him.

Under the clear moonlight, the S-curve formed by her splendid chest and her tightly gripped waist was exposed in Abeji's eyes.

On the white greasy skin, the large dried and solidified blood stains added a touch of poignancy and tenderness to this scorching scene.

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