Chapter 304 NO.67 If you had said this earlier, it would have been over

"What is this little brother's name?"

This was a canned knight who came closer. His armor was covered with sacred patterns and there were many scriptures hanging on it. He looked extremely pious and determined.

But he was greeting a ferocious demon who had not yet transformed into a human form, and his tone was extremely brisk and warm.

The black flames in the demon's eyes fluctuated again.

"O...Omer Linton."

"To deal with the curse?" Another priest came over, holding a flail with many indicator lights in his hand.

After receiving the devil's attention, he smiled awkwardly and hid the flail behind his back.

Before Omo could answer, he felt a slightly stinging but extremely warm glow envelope him. He turned around and saw an angel with countless luminous runes surrounding his hands, with his palms pointed at him.

The latter showed him an apologetic smile and quickly extinguished the magic in his hand, and corrected the priest: "No, he didn't become like this because of the curse, he is a natural human-demon hybrid."

After she finished speaking, she was stunned again, then lowered her head and muttered to another angel beside her: "Isn't it a bit loose to use the natural definition?"

"After all, some magical spells can shake the soul. We have to consider different measurement combinations based on your stability."

"Let's sing." The pastor said plausibly.

"..."

The cyber horse girls who watched the entire mime couldn't understand the current development. It seemed that after the Master created a sound pressure impact visible to the naked eye through the dark golden magic circle, these people became particularly warm and friendly.

Upon hearing this, Bourbon turned to look at Omer: "Then I'll go over, Master."

Omo said expressionlessly: "I personally find it troublesome."

Well……

...Should I pay for this?

The characteristics of living in water, eating herbivores, and having a large mouth are enough for many painters to depict it as a hippopotamus or even an elephant.

"So you're not here to cleanse the curse?"

It feels like the famous people in the classics that I have read since I was a child actually watch videos of serious illnesses every day.

Only when he was patted on the shoulder did he realize his slender and sharp claws. Homao quickly exited the demon transformation and cut off Bourbon's curiosity.

A pastor bluntly said that there was something wrong with Angel's brain and that he was a bit too rebellious.

He expected it to be overwhelming with electronic music at full volume, but he really didn't understand the fiery gazes of these people.

"No trouble, no trouble, just let you play a song or play a CD."

Behemoth in the original canon, isn’t that a big hippopotamus?

Although the description is 'its tail is as straight as a fir tree, its muscles are as strong as stone, and its bones are as hard as copper and iron', but...

Homais glanced sideways at Bourbon. The knight in heavy armor was reciting prayers, and his gauntlets made a slight sound as he stroked.

"Yes." Another priest chose +1.

Yes, these six people were just there to clash with the sound waves, each doing his or her own thing. It was noisier than the toys that the Heisei and Reiwa teams, knights, and Ultraman transformed into together.

He seems to be very concerned about it.

He threw the two pairs of heavy and expensive-looking speakers aside, then looked at Omo, rubbing his hands eagerly and asking:

What is the principle?

"The accident has been dealt with, and we are now checking according to the original plan."

"First sit on this device, and we will use conventional magical energy to measure the stability of your soul."

This attitude was the respect a crusader should have for an angel, and it was so normal that Omer once again looked at the two bold priests in surprise.

It’s not unusual for songs to be played during competitions, but what kind of competition allows everyone to play their own songs?

"How did you do that just now? Isn't it like a normal amplification spell?"

Omer nodded and watched her walk to the strange-shaped chair connected with countless haloes, and then turned back to look at the two priests who seemed to be very idle.

"Indeed, if there is normal hermaphrodite reproduction, it would be considered artificial, right?" her colleague thought.

He pointed directly at his head, his bluntness and boldness enough to make the flames in the devil's eyes fluctuate visibly.

"I'm more curious about what they were doing just now?"

But the priest carrying the modern flail also agreed with a natural look: "And he likes to get into trouble."

"Then I don't think a song about robbing a bank is appropriate."

So the priest immediately said: "Yes, although it was labeled as a demon in subsequent legends, and even turned into one of the demon kings for a time, we have a Behemoth here that is close to the original scripture."

After saying that, she turned to Bourbon again and greeted him with a smile: "This lady, please come here."

Moreover, it is done when customers come to your door. Should I say that I am racing against time or that I am not interested in the work?

Omer raised his eyebrows, but he didn't intend to ask in detail, because his trouble 'radar' had already sounded.

It also made Omer a little curious.

No matter how casually the two priests threw away the waste, he still felt that the sound of the two speakers hitting the ground was very harsh.

But for this arrangement to be implemented, the staff of the purification department must cooperate.

And while I'm curious...what program does Behemoth need to participate in?

"It seems that you are interested, and then I will talk about the key point: this Behemoth, it has been sleepy recently."

If we start negotiations from the perspective of 'interfering with the normal purification process', we should be able to take a step back, right?

"Behemoth was quite irritable when he was woken up. We don't want to waste time on suppressing him, so in order to make the application easier to pass, we have to use a gentle method."

Even he didn't understand that it was better not to let the cyborg girl think about it, because Miura Bourbon.exe became unresponsive.

"Get ready for the competition." The knight who was pushing the equipment also greeted him from a distance.

He was carrying the instruments placed on the edge with the three angels, his posture was light and his movements were quite swift.

Although the way they first met was very wild and confusing, they all had work badges on their chests, with the positions of recorder, purification detector, and observer respectively.

"Of course, rather than giving Him a slap in the face, an alarm clock is more appropriate."

So you guys are really a disco?

But in the end, the other party gave up the 'struggle' with a simple knock.

Omo was speechless for a moment.

It was also a giant beast. When placed on a special photo studio, it looked like a monster with mythical records, just like some of the demon beasts in "Taiping Futuji".

"Oh!" Omer was a little surprised.

It's even more subtle when asked now.

"Is this gentleness coming from Behemoth's perspective?"

But even if he didn't ask, he chose to wait with Bourbon and watch the knight and the three angels resetting the instruments.

"Master, what is the current situation?"

"By the way, have you heard of Behemoth?" asked another priest.

"But artificiality should also have ambiguities. If you look at the kind of compatriots in the Information Technology Department..." The third angel also came to participate in the "ear biting".

The two pastors would also take the initiative to say: "Mr. Linton, would you like to do me a favor?"

"Go ahead."

The two of them were so natural, but they seemed surprised that there was something unusual about him... Omer was still thinking about whether he should adapt to it, when he heard the rapid change of topic in the second half, which made him look up at the sculpture-like figure beside him.

Bourbon at every turn.

"That's just because we are stuck on the first step and the voice is not loud enough." Another priest said quietly.

"One of the giant beasts that God created out of clay on the sixth day of creation, the prototype of Bahamut." Omer said calmly.

The latter also waited patiently until the horse girl brought by Homais sat on the seat, and shrugged when she saw him.

Then I saw the two people banging their respective speakers with their heads down, as if they thought they could still save something.

He had noticed that when the two of them spoke, the knight could not speak, but the three angel ladies moved their eyes slightly towards here.

"It doesn't matter if he doesn't get angry when he wakes up, so if it's music he likes!"

"Is it convenient? Gentlemen," Omer asked, showing the reservation voucher on the light screen, "I received the notice to gather here and brought her here."

At this time, another priest who had not been in a hurry to come over, but who was looking at the horse girl beside Omer, finally came over and patted Omer on the shoulder: "Ignore those guys, they

There's something wrong here."

"So you're going to wake Him up?"

Of course, the point is that the body is large.

"Please check her out, please." He raised his hand to remove the soundproofing spell on Bourbon, and Omer raised his hand to pat her shoulder, attracting the latter's attention.

"I think your organization should not lack the means to make a big noise."

Then the tall knight clapped his hands together, and a pair of metal claws made a muffled sound:

"Convenient! Of course it is convenient! But... the purification of the racehorse girl..." The knight seemed to have a headache, scratched his helmet with his paw, and then waved to the three angels, "Observers, please come here immediately to assist!"

What he said surprised Omer.

His eyes had just been following the two speakers that arced in mid-air and landed very close to the trash can.

Omer suddenly felt a little embarrassed, wondering whether he should remain silent at this time or take the initiative to 'confess his crime'.

"Wouldn't that still wake me up?"

So after he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the two priests in front of him and the tall knight beside him.

There is also the matter of complaint negotiation... Omer is also accustomed to thinking in a bad direction about this kind of link.

Thinking back to the previous noise, Omer didn't think it was gentle at all, and to be honest, it was quite mysterious that Behemoth could be woken up by that kind of sound.

"I think you have misunderstood something," seeing Omer's eyes full of surprise and strangeness, the priest with the flail quickly explained, "It's like this, we have a program preparation that requires Behemoth's participation.

"

"Wake up!" an angel who was operating the screen loudly corrected him, "He is the Lord's creation, and we dare not disrespect him!"

The pastor waved his hand: "It must be loud enough to match its momentum of swallowing thousands of mountains, and it must be warm enough to match its awakening and shaking waves."

"Noise and music are two different things. We have also hired a few additional consultants to study this matter. The song selection has not yet been determined, but the development of a large music player is stuck."

"This thing sounds like trouble."

"Looking at the records, you are a mercenary, right? You made the appointment through the agency's channels. Can we ask for help in the form of a commission? We can communicate about the remuneration."

"Then let's talk about it."

The song titles of the previous chapter are all in the comments at the end of the chapter. By the way, I finished typing the words yesterday and I was a little dizzy. A few lyrics were posted wrong and they did not match the translation. They have been corrected.
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