Anyway.
After Yicha showed Wabra the conceptual design of the half-day future model and promised that he would find a way to get the real thing later, the old devil nodded with satisfaction and casually told him the correct time:
According to outside calculations, it is now the early morning of the night when the Doomsday Battle begins.
This means there is still half a day left.
In the meantime, Yi Cha tried again to see if he could break the bubble they were in——
The conclusion is that no, all the beings here are souls to some extent, and these specially-made bubbles of the Comeniti "balcony" have complete binding force on the souls.
Sunlight comes from six directions, with the sun shining in the head. When the feet. Front chest, back, left, right.
Balaam and Babas were like two real sardines, coming in and out flexibly from time to time, holding a bunch of narrowed rainbows divided into seven branches and poking at the bubbles - those rainbows and sunlight seemed to have some of the same properties, and they could be indistinguishable. The obstacles pass through the bubble barriers, and can be enlarged or reduced at will in their hands.
Sometimes they just check - the technique is to gather the rainbow into a stick shape, insert it into the soul's armpit, neck, and parts below the neck like a temperature measurement, probe back and forth like looking for metal, and finally poke the soul sixteen times in the forehead. .
After this operation, if the soul residue of a suitable size can be scooped out, and it neither falls off like dry powder nor flows down like liquid, then it means that the soul has been "dried" and the next step of "positive or negative identification" can be carried out. .
At this time, the rainbow in their hands will gather into something as tough and bright as a fishing line, and they will pierce the dried soul like a skewer, fish it out, throw the whole thing on their back, and fly away. .
Yicha pressed against the transparent bubble wall and observed the conditions of other souls for a while, silently summarizing the rules in his mind.
The "sun-drying" process actually happens not too slowly. The average time should be less than a day, and it varies greatly depending on the strength of the individual.
He saw with his own eyes that a soul that was too weak had just been sent into the bubble room next door. Within a few minutes, it was judged to be dried and fished out on a rainbow fishing line.
"Honey, what are you thinking about?"
Little Beelzebub sat on his shoulder, tilting his head and rubbing his hands.
"I'm thinking about how to get out."
The problem with Beelzebub was now secondary, and he had no trouble omitting politeness and honorifics and becoming very direct.
To be precise, he was thinking about how to make himself meet the standard of sun-drying.
He had to get out of here quickly, the souls of the tainted Sons of Chaos had been separated and captured by them. This was actually going very smoothly. He just needed to find a way to get rid of these damn processes, join her, and then completely eliminate the captured black shadow - it would be better if he could ask for something.
"You flee from your face and scatter the stars with your speed."
He should have completed this line of the true prophecy.
The next sentence is...
"A star falls and disappears."
This star should be the black shadow peeled off from the Son of Chaos.
He was almost certain.
They should find a way to make it fall completely...
Suddenly, I caught a red shadow in my peripheral vision.
Balaam suddenly raised his head, swung his body, and rushed toward them like a shark that smelled fishy smell.
I checked around and found the source of the fishy smell.
Wabula shrank languidly in the smoky corner, and shimmering powder began to float all over his body. Yicha leaned over and put his hands on his shoulders and neck - the texture of the tentacles was dry, and it was between Between broken and breakable.
"Duke Wabra."
He shouted, but the old demon didn't respond.
"He's dried in the sun. The old man is fast." Little Beelzebub said nonchalantly, "He's going to be taken away."
"Then he can go out..."
Yi Cha thought for a while, then turned to discuss with the white fly on his shoulder, "Can you possess him? Your size... It seems that Balan shouldn't be able to notice it. Take the opportunity to follow him and sneak outside. Find someone for me. ."
"Who is buzzing?" Little Beelzebub flew very close to his face, his voice was like stagnant water.
"The little girl with a pair of goat's horns has been standing by. You may not have seen it. This matter is very important..."
"Can you say that again."
"growing……"
Yicha realized that it was not that Beelzebub didn't hear clearly, but that he was furious again, but it was too late.
The white flies started making noise.
"Huh? Huh? Say it again! Are you asking me to leave you? Do you want to die again? Chaint?" She flapped her wings angrily and hit his chin repeatedly from one side.
"fine."
Yi Cha sighed and waved her away with a wave of his hand.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a red shadow approaching.
Balaam is coming.
A rainbow passed through Yicha's side, hit Wabra, bent, and penetrated under the wings of the old demon griffon like an iron hook, and began to scratch in an inelegant manner.
Balaam is checking.
Yi Cha turned his head slightly to determine the position of the red sardine guard and blocked his view with his body.
【Lucifer. Come out from the front. hand. 】
He was mentally directing Lucifer.
This is what I discovered just now. There is no need to summon Lucifer completely every time. You can let it only show part of its body, such as a hand.
And this part can be connected to any part of your body without affecting its function.
Pfft.
A hand with smooth skin, slender fingers, and bright red nails gently stretched out from Yi Cha's abdomen.
Forgot to remove Lucifer's succubus appearance.
...it's harmless.
Yicha secretly manipulated the succubus' delicate little hand to point towards the rainbow.
Gently.
Lucifer's beautiful index finger touched the turn of the Rainbow Hook.
Wherever the Rainbow Hook was touched, there was a "swish", and seven different light bands gathered into a thin, bright and dazzling white light.
Isaac lifted Lucifer's finger.
The white light dispersed again into ribbons of light.
really……
After all, the personal shadow of the original fallen angels is the soul of order of angels, which is indeed different in nature from their demon soul.
Although he had tried just now, Lucifer could not pass through the barrier of the sunshine bubble - most of the facilities in Comeniti were widely targeted at souls, but that was not the case everywhere.
For example, a rainbow like this that can easily punish them is sharper than a knife and harder than a diamond for demon souls like them, but it seems not only harmless to Lucifer, but can also be used in the opposite direction.
"Please give way. Cooperate with our inspection." Balan said politely from behind.
Echa stepped aside and quietly took Lucifer away where the guards could not see him.
The rainbow hook was pulled out, turned around, and turned into a noose, hooking Wabra's neck and slowly tightening it, as if testing his elasticity.
Wabula hummed unconsciously, and the gleaming white soul dregs fell from the tight spot of the noose.
"Not bad. This one is almost done." Balan took the noose twice more, turned it into a long stick again, hit Wabula's forehead, and then turned the rainbow into a hook again with satisfaction, and pierced the devil. The old man's chest, ready to fish him away.
