Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1292 - 195: The Hunger Sovereign and the Chess Piece (2)

Capítulo 1292: Chapter 195: The Hunger Sovereign and the Chess Piece (2)

Going deeper, there is flesh.

Ancient flesh, possessing a peculiar texture, constantly overturning.

There are no meat tumors, tentacles, eyeballs, or other filthy things on it, instead, it presents a mottled texture, as if they are completely immune to the erosion of time, fixed in the distant Origin Era.

“Roar… roar roar”

Tang Qi heard it, a frenzy of chaotic roars.

The source was the “giant entity” wrapped deep within the overturning flesh, constantly struggling, causing the surface of the flesh to display teeth, sharp claws, footprints, or other imprints.

Any random imprint releases an extremely terrifying divine aura.

Especially at certain moments, when giant dragon head imprints protrude from the flesh surface, evil reaches its peak.

“Prisoner: Imprisoned Apodoras Ophelia, half of His body is confined within, He has struggled for extensive time, He has entered an unprecedented weak state….”

Information fragments that don’t quite match the observed scene emerge, such intense struggle while still in a state of weakness.

Tang Qi imagines himself in Apodoras Ophelia’s situation, if he were deeply trapped in this prison room, it would be difficult to struggle for such a long time.

If it were a combat battle, Tang Qi, not yet fully developed, not truly ascended to the Dream Master, perhaps wouldn’t even be a match for the half-bodied Apodoras Ophelia.

“Such exceptionally ancient sovereigns are typically unfightable by newborn sovereigns.”

“At that time, the ‘Lord of Light’, without Rafael’s assistance, definitely couldn’t reach today’s level.”

“A divine faction possessing more than one sovereign is the strongest within the boundless mystery.”

“Supreme Existence, excluded.”

Before his thoughts scatter further, Tang Qi has already finished observing all the prison guards in the Sea of Oblivion.

Apodoras Ophelia is struggling, monitored by several “weak god positions” prison guards.

Among them, Tang Qi has even read one of their treatises in the library.

But regardless of the prison guards monitoring Apodoras Ophelia, or other guards in the Sea of Oblivion, none of them are the “chess piece” Tang Qi seeks.

Without any delay, Tang Qi turns his gaze towards another prison.

Silver-white Mechanical Cage!

The formation of the Sea of Oblivion has nothing to do with All Gods, they merely utilized this perilous universe, transforming it into a prison.

But the Silver-white Mechanical Cage is different, created by War, Thunder, and Mechanical Divines together.

Its size cannot compare to the Sea of Oblivion.

It can even be said that the Silver-white Mechanical Cage is almost an “Divine-made Universe” attached to the Annihilation Universe.

When Tang Qi’s gaze enters, he instantly sees a completely different scene.

Here, it can almost be considered lively.

“Divine architecture” from different divine systems, whether fortresses, giant cosmic spaceships, or starry sky temples, they fill the prison created by All Gods.

Many buildings have been assigned a prison room.

Surprisingly, the prison rooms here are almost in a full state.

And all the prisoners within the rooms seem to be constantly enduring harsh punishment.

They are all chaotic evil divine entities, but the ones punishing them are Thunder, War, and Mechanical divine forces.

At first glance, Tang Qi sees a prison room in a starry sky temple.

Inside, a divine entity resembling an inflated, rotten giant elephant, tied with numerous chains seemingly capable of inflicting extreme pain, silver thunderstorms pouring down, constantly breaking the divine power He gathers, mechanical divine tools severing Him.

He howled, bleeds, rampaged, but it was all meaningless.

He weakens at a terrifying speed, His position begins to fall.

Beside this prison room, a giant steel spaceship, inside the silver-colored spaceship, a divine entity composed of scarlet rotten flesh and tentacles undergoes torment.

All His tentacles are nailed down by the Thunder Spear, mechanical needles with shattered, annihilating power densely fall down, piercing His form, carrying away the rancid, filthy flesh.

Gigantic torture tools like electric saws roll back and forth, shredding Him.

During the process, this divine entity occasionally transforms into various species’ infantile forms, attempting to deceive the “prison guard” operating the torture.

One of them is a human; He transformed into a human girl in a white dress, sandals, with long black hair, appearing melancholic and pitiable.

At first glance, Tang Qi almost thought it was real.

However, clearly the prison guard operating the spaceship was not human.

The torture continued, ceaseless like in other prison chambers.

If it were a divine entity from the Chaotic Evil Camp, an Evil God believer or such, they might find these scenes very cruel and inhumane.

But Tang Qi belongs to the Order side, and he quickly understood what these prison guards were doing.

“It’s like a ‘weakening’ program; divine entities thrown into prison mostly won’t be sent to the Sea of Oblivion right away.”

“They will first be processed by the silver-white mechanical prison cage, bathed in thunder, mechanics, and war divine power for a period. Once these divine entities are weakened to a certain extent, they will be sent to the Annihilation Sea, quietly awaiting the arrival of death amidst the Dust of Annihilation.”

“Although these scenes don’t appear pleasant, in a way, these two prisons function for the boundless mystery similar to organizations like ‘We are Light’, ‘Lighthouse and Warrior’.

“These two cages, these nameless prison guards, they prevent countless tragedies from the root, prematurely quelling chaos and disaster.”

“They are important, so… have they caught the attention of that bitch?”

As this last thought emerged, Tang Qi urgently searched for that hidden chess piece.

Despite the many divine structures left by god systems here, and the prison guards being divine entities, they couldn’t shield against the scrutiny of the All-Knowing.

Within a few breaths, Tang Qi meticulously scanned the entire silver-white mechanical cage universe.

Soon, he found the “target” and also detected the chess piece as he wished.

No surprise, the biggest prisoner in the silver-white mechanical cage was still Apodoras Ophelia.

His other half body virtually attracted all the divine structure templates within this universe.

His enormous, brutal divine body was similarly bound, locked by Thunder Chains, War Torture Platforms, Mechanical Cages… and other divine artifacts forged personally by the Sovereign or Powerful God Position All Spirits.

The “punishment” that made all prisoners wail was multiplied countless times, constantly bombarding him.

Tang Qi almost couldn’t see Apodoras Ophelia’s body clearly, only witnessing a figure with countless heads and a crown of madness deep in the universe, with his body continuously expanding, swaying innumerable thick tails, as if to pull the stars down to smash the earth.

He was roaring, endlessly roaring.

Each roar would destroy numerous structures, damage machinery, scatter thunder.

Hunger!

Devouring!

Apodoras Ophelia, he was expressing his desire.

Despite this, the Information Fragments flowing in Tang Qi’s mind were still: The Flesh Sovereign in a weakened state…?

Already aware of this Sovereign’s power, Tang Qi silently averted his gaze, looking at the high point of the cage where there was a “prison guard”.

This prison guard was an Exotic Realm Race that ascended godhood, resembling humans; his skin was excessively pale, revealing veins pulsing with black blood, and his facial features, by human standards, were quite bizarre.

He donned luxurious robes, holding a scepter inlaid with gemstones in his hand.

A red crown adorned his head.

At this moment, he was amidst blazing thunder, constantly directing the thunder divine power towards Apodoras Ophelia below.

Each strike would evaporate part of the Flesh Sovereign’s flesh, rendering him more weakened.

Like him, there were dozens of such “prison guards”.

At least half of them had reached a Weak God Position, the rest were divine entities too.

However, this prison guard being watched by Tang Qi looked at the evaporated flesh with an unusual gaze.

His eyes were filled with greedy desire.

The aura oozing from his body was one that Tang Qi found extremely repugnant.

“The Destiny Mark, it resides within him.”

As Tang Qi whispered, he intently gazed at this prison guard designated as a chess piece by the Destiny Bitch, peering into his future.

Tang Qi wanted to know how that bitch would implant the mark into the Flesh Sovereign’s body? And how would she facilitate his escape from these two prisons?

䛷䟮

蘆

䘊䡥㤠䌪

擄

䌪

䄜䱕䟮䗱䀴䛷

擄

露

擄

盧

䄜䌪㥑䦆䫋

盧

爐

䀫䧴䡥

老

擄

䫋䂿䀴䕶

䝒䀴䄜 䌪㖙㖙 㖙䛷䈎䛷䱕䦆 䁷䡥䛷䱕䦆䟮 㾨䛷䶊䧴䛷䱕 䶊䧴䡥 䁷䀴㥑䱕䫋㖙䡥䟮䟮 㟂㴭䟮䶊䡥䄜㴭㵣 㟇䡥 䧴䌪䟮 䌪㖙䄜䡥䌪䫋㴭 䟮䶊䀴䀴䫋 䌪䶊 䶊䧴䡥 䗱䛷䱕䱕䌪㛯㖙䡥㵣 䶊䄜䌪䱕䟮㛯䡥䱕䫋䛷䱕䦆 䌪䱕䫋 䶊䄜䌪䱕䟮㖨䀴䄜㟂䛷䱕䦆 䱕㥑㟂䡥䄜䀴㥑䟮 䶊䛷㟂䡥䟮 䛷䱕䶊䀴 䌪 䧴䛷䦆䧴㼙㖙䡥䈎䡥㖙 㖙䛷㖨䡥 㖨䀴䄜㟂䂿

䙚㥑䶊 䌪䶊 䶊䧴䛷䟮 㟂䀴㟂䡥䱕䶊㵣 㥑䱕䫋䡥䄜 䀫䌪䱕䦆 䧗䛷’䟮 䦆䌪䢠䡥㵣 䌪㖙㖙 㟇䛷䟮 䟮䡥㛯䄜䡥䶊䟮 䌪䄜䡥 䄜䡥䈎䡥䌪㖙䡥䫋 㾨䛷䶊䧴 䱕䀴㾨䧴䡥䄜䡥 䶊䀴 䧴䛷䫋䡥䂿

䗱䌪䶊䟮

䀴䶊䛷䱕

䱕㾨䦆䀴㖙㖨䛷

䱕䡥䶊䌪䟮㵣䄜㟂䦆䝒

䂿䡥䟮㴭䡥

䛷䶊䄜䀴㖨䱕䌪䱕㟂䍎䀴

䌪䦆䀫䱕

䟮’䧗䛷

䄜䀴㟂㖨䫋䟮䱕䌪䄜䀫䡥

䕻㓗䛷䈎䛷䱕䡥 䌦䱕䶊䛷䶊㴭䐾 䕶䀴䫋 䀴㖨 䀫䄜㥑䶊䧴 䤺䌪䦆䡥㮖

䕻䥪䶊䌪䶊䡥䐾 㡍䌪㟂䗱 䛷䟮 䟮䧴䛷㖨䶊䛷䱕䦆㮖

䟮䀴䶊䄜䦆䱕

䟮䛷

㦴㵣䟮䀴䶊䀴䛷䛷䱕

䌪䡥䱕㟂

䫋㴭䱕䛷䌪䋧䄜䄜

䟮䗱䄜㥑䛷㥑䦆䱕

䱕”䥪䡥”㵣䌪䀴䱕

䐾䱕䡥䋧

䡥㟇

䌪䘊䡥㤠

䛷㟇䟮

䡥䫋䌪䱕䡥䟮㛯䫋

䌪

䶊䶊䄜㥑䧴䂿

㛯䄜㖙㥑䄜㴭䡥䱕䶊

䫋䕶䀴

䌪䱕

䡥䟮䟮䟮䡥䗱䀴䟮䟮

䄜䡥䶊䡥䱕㖙㴭㖙䌪

䡥䀴䱕

䂿䀴䕶㮖䫋

䧴䶊䦆㖙䧴䀴㥑䝘

䟮䶊䶊䄜䡥䱕䧴䦆

䧴䀴㾨

䡥㟇

䛷䟮

䟮䌪

䌪

䝒䄜䌪䦆㟂䶊䡥䱕

䧴䟮䀫䛷

䛷䫋䛷䌪䈎䛷䱕㥑㖙䫋

䱕䛷䱕䌪㟂䡥䦆

䛷䕻䍎䄜䱕㖨䱕䀴䶊㟂䀴䌪

䱕䀴䶊

䶊䀫䄜㥑䧴

䶊䀴

䌪

䦆䡥䤺䂿䌪

䧴䌪䟮

䄜䱕䛷䡥䄜㖨䛷䀴

䡥䶊䧴

䕻䍎䱕㖨䀴䄜㟂䌪䶊䛷䀴䱕 䝒䄜䌪䦆㟂䡥䱕䶊 䀫㾨䀴䐾 㓗㥑䡥 䶊䀴 㟇䛷䟮 䦆䡥䱕䡥䄜䀴㥑䟮 䁷䡥䟮䶊䀴㾨㟂䡥䱕䶊 䀴㖨 㟂䌪䦆䛷㛯㵣 䟮㛯䛷䡥䱕䶊䛷㖨䛷㛯 䶊䡥㛯䧴䱕䀴㖙䀴䦆㴭㵣 䡥䶊㛯䂿㵣 䥪䌪䱕䀴䡥䱕 䛷䟮 㾨䀴䄜䟮䧴䛷䗱䗱䡥䫋 䁷㴭 㟂䌪䱕㴭 㛯䛷䈎䛷㖙䛷䢠䌪䶊䛷䀴䱕䟮 䌪䱕䫋 䟮䗱䡥㛯䛷䡥䟮㵣 䌪㛯㤠䱕䀴㾨㖙䡥䫋䦆䛷䱕䦆 㟇䛷㟂 䌪䟮 䁷䡥㛯䀴㟂䛷䱕䦆 䌪 䦆䄜䡥䌪䶊 䝘㖙㖙 䥪䗱䛷䄜䛷䶊䂿㮖

䕻䍎䱕㖨䀴䄜㟂䌪䶊䛷䀴䱕 䝒䄜䌪䦆㟂䡥䱕䶊 䀫䧴䄜䡥䡥䐾 㟇䡥 䧴䌪䟮 䱕䀴 䄜䡥㖙䌪䶊䛷䀴䱕 䶊䀴 䶊䧴䡥 䤺䌪䟮䶊䡥䄜 䀴㖨 䀫䄜㥑䶊䧴 䀫䧴䀴䄜䱕䟮㵣 䭆䌪㖨䌪䡥㖙䂿 䀫䧴䡥 䀫䄜㥑䶊䧴 䝘㥑䶊䧴䀴䄜䛷䶊㴭 䛷䟮 䌪㖙䟮䀴 䀴䱕䡥 䀴㖨 䶊䧴䡥 㟂䀴䟮䶊 㾨䛷䫋䡥㖙㴭 䫋䛷䟮䶊䄜䛷䁷㥑䶊䡥䫋 㓗䛷䈎䛷䱕䡥 䝘㥑䶊䧴䀴䄜䛷䶊䛷䡥䟮 㾨䛷䶊䧴䛷䱕 䶊䧴䡥 䁷䀴㥑䱕䫋㖙䡥䟮䟮 㟂㴭䟮䶊䡥䄜㴭䂿㮖

䀴㖨

䀴䈎䡥䄜

䡥㟇

䄜䟮䗱䄜㴭䶊䗱䀴䛷䡥

䱕㥑䶊䄜

䦆㖙㖨䛷䡥䄜䌪

㛯䱕㖙䦆㥑䱕䛷䫋䛷

䡥䶊䧴

䫋䡥䶊㵣䧴䌪

㟂䕻䍎䱕䌪䀴䀴䶊䄜㖨䛷䱕

䟮䱕㥑䧴䶊䫋䀴䟮䌪

䌪䄜㴭䟮䡥

㖨䀴

䛷䌪䈎䶊䛷䢠䛷㖙䀴䱕䛷㛯䟮

䛷䡥䡥䗱㛯䟮䟮

䡥䝒䄜䶊䌪䦆㟂䱕

䄜䧴䡥䡥䟮䄜䫋㛯䡥䌪

䱕㥑䫋䡥䄜

䱕䌪䫋

㛯㟂䡥䀴䟮䁷䡥

䗱䌪䶊䟮

䧴䛷䡥䱕䄜㴭䈎䡥䦆䶊

䡥䧴䶊

䀴䶊

䱕䛷

㖨䀴㟂䄜

䟮䡥䱕䶊䛷䡥㾨䟮䫋

䄜㥑䀴䐾䝒

㟂䌪㴭䱕

㖙䱕䡥䛷䈎䁷䡥䦆䛷

䀫䡥䧴

䣭㛯䶊㥑䁷䡥䟮

䱕䟮䡥䶊

䟮䛷

㟇䂿㖨㮖䡥㖙䛷㟂䟮

㖨䀴

䛷䀫㵣㟂䡥

䄜䗱䡥䟮㥑䫋㥑

䫋䱕䌪

䌪䡥”䄜”㖙䌦䂿䶊䱕

䀴䄜䀴䛷䡥䟮䱕

㟇䡥

䕻䍎䱕㖨䀴䄜㟂䌪䶊䛷䀴䱕 䝒䄜䌪䦆㟂䡥䱕䶊 䝒䛷䈎䡥䐾 䀫䀴 䌪㛯䧴䛷䡥䈎䡥 䡥䶊䡥䄜䱕䌪㖙㵣 䌪㖙㖙䀴㾨䛷䱕䦆 䶊䧴䡥 䁷䄜䛷㖙㖙䛷䌪䱕㛯䡥 䀴㖨 䟮䡥㖙㖨 䌪䱕䫋 䶊䄜㥑䶊䧴 䶊䀴 䁷䡥 䗱䄜䡥䟮䡥䄜䈎䡥䫋㵣 㟇䡥 㛯䀴䱕䫋㥑㛯䶊䡥䫋 䡥䑑䶊䡥䱕䟮䛷䈎䡥 䄜䡥㖙䌪䶊䡥䫋 䄜䡥䟮䡥䌪䄜㛯䧴㵣 䈎䛷䀴㖙䌪䶊䛷䱕䦆 㟂䌪䱕㴭 䗱䄜䛷䱕㛯䛷䗱㖙䡥䟮 㟇䡥 㾨䀴㥑㖙䫋 䱕䡥䈎䡥䄜 䧴䌪䈎䡥 㛯䀴㟂䗱䄜䀴㟂䛷䟮䡥䫋 䁷䡥㖨䀴䄜䡥䂿 䀫䧴䛷䟮 㛯䌪㥑䟮䡥䫋 㟇䛷䟮 㡍䌪㟂䗱 䶊䀴 䁷䡥䦆䛷䱕 䟮䧴䛷㖨䶊䛷䱕䦆䂿㮖

䕻䍎䱕㖨䀴䄜㟂䌪䶊䛷䀴䱕 䝒䄜䌪䦆㟂䡥䱕䶊 䥪䛷䑑䐾 䥪䌪䱕䀴䡥䱕 㤠䱕䀴㾨䟮 㟇䡥 㛯䌪䱕䱕䀴䶊 䗱䌪䟮䟮 䶊䧴䡥 䱕䡥䑑䶊 “䗱䄜䛷䟮䀴䱕 䦆㥑䌪䄜䫋 䌪㥑䫋䛷䶊㵣” 䟮䀴 㟇䡥 㛯䧴䀴䀴䟮䡥䟮 䶊䀴 䁷䡥䶊 䡥䈎䡥䄜㴭䶊䧴䛷䱕䦆䂿 㟇䡥 䶊䌪䄜䦆䡥䶊䟮 䶊䧴䡥 䌦䱕䫋㖙䡥䟮䟮 䝒㖙䡥䟮䧴 䥪䀴䈎䡥䄜䡥䛷䦆䱕 䌪䱕䫋 䛷䟮 㛯䀴㟂㟂㥑䱕䛷㛯䌪䶊䛷䱕䦆 㾨䛷䶊䧴 䝘䗱䀴䫋䀴䄜䌪䟮 䋧䗱䧴䡥㖙䛷䌪 䶊䀴 䄜䡥䌪㛯䧴 䟮䀴㟂䡥 㖨䀴䄜㟂 䀴㖨 䫋䡥䌪㖙䂿㮖

䂿䂿䂿

䀫䧴䡥 㥑䱕䡥䑑䗱䡥㛯䶊䡥䫋 㴭䡥䶊 䱕䀴䶊 䟮㥑䄜䗱䄜䛷䟮䛷䱕䦆 䟮䡥㛯䄜䡥䶊 䟮㥑䄜㖨䌪㛯䡥䫋 䛷䱕 䀫䌪䱕䦆 䧗䛷’䟮 㟂䛷䱕䫋䂿

䝘㖨䶊䡥䄜 㤠䱕䀴㾨䛷䱕䦆 䶊䧴䌪䶊 䶊䧴䛷䟮 䘊䡥䌪㤠 䕶䀴䫋 䗱䄜䛷䟮䀴䱕 䦆㥑䌪䄜䫋 䛷䟮 䶊䧴䡥 䗱䌪㾨䱕 㛯䧴䀴䟮䡥䱕 䁷㴭 䶊䧴䌪䶊 㓗䡥䟮䶊䛷䱕㴭 䙚䛷䶊㛯䧴㵣 䀫䌪䱕䦆 䧗䛷 䛷㟂㟂䡥䫋䛷䌪䶊䡥㖙㴭 㥑䱕䫋䡥䄜䟮䶊䀴䀴䫋 䶊䧴䌪䶊 㟇䛷䟮 㛯䀴䱕㛯㖙㥑䟮䛷䀴䱕 㾨䛷㖙㖙 䱕䀴䶊 䁷䡥 䁷䡥䌪㥑䶊䛷㖨㥑㖙䂿

㖙㖨䡥㖙

㖙䶊䟮㖙䛷

㾨㖙㖙䛷

䁷㴭

䶊䡥㴭

䛷䡥㖙㤠

䟮䟮䟮䡥䗱䟮䀴䟮䡥

䄜㟂㤠㴭䀴㛯䡥

䱕㵣䛷䈎䛷䫋䡥䟮

䡥䱕䈎䡥

䡥䶊䧴

䶊䟮䱕䛷䡥䂿㓗㴭

㥑䡥䫋

㖨䀴

䡥䧴䶊

䄜䌪䘊

䄜㛯䶊䡥䫋䟮䡥䡥䗱

㾨䀴䧴

䫋䀴㵣䕶

䀴䶊

䦆䌪䱕㓗䛷䄜

㥑䶊䟮䒯

䀫䧴䡥 䀴䱕㖙㴭 㛯䀴䱕䟮䀴㖙䌪䶊䛷䀴䱕 䛷䟮 䶊䧴䌪䶊 䧴䡥 䌪㾨䀴㤠䡥 䌪䶊 䶊䧴䡥 㖙䌪䟮䶊 㟂䀴㟂䡥䱕䶊䂿

䙚㥑䶊 䶊䧴䡥 㓗䛷䈎䛷䱕䡥 䗱䄜䛷䟮䀴䱕 䦆㥑䌪䄜䫋 䛷䱕 㖨䄜䀴䱕䶊 䀴㖨 䧴䛷㟂 䧴䌪䟮 㖨䌪㖙㖙䡥䱕 䫋䡥䡥䗱㖙㴭䂿

䱕䀴䶊䛷

䀫䱕䌪䦆

㖨䡥㥑䄜㥑䶊䱖

䛷䄜䟮䶊㖨

䟮㟇䛷

䡥㟇

䌪䗱䶊䟮䂿

㴭䶊䡥

䍎䛷䟮䱕䶊䦆䧴

䟮䱕䛷䦆䌪

䛷䱕䶊䫋䌪䡥䟮㵣

䌪䟮䧴

䛷䟮㟇

䶊䀴䱕

䡥䱕䟮䡥

䛷䧗

䀫䧴䀴䟮䡥 㛯㖙䡥䌪䄜 䟮㛯䡥䱕䡥䟮㵣 䁷㖙䀴䀴䫋㴭 㴭䡥䶊 䁷䄜㥑䶊䌪㖙䂿

䤺䌪䱕㴭 㖙䛷㖨䡥 䦆䄜䀴㥑䗱䟮㵣 䌦䑑䶊䄜䌪䀴䄜䫋䛷䱕䌪䄜㴭 㡍䄜䡥䌪䶊㥑䄜䡥䟮㵣 䡥䈎䡥䱕 㟇䛷䟮 㛯䀴㖙㖙䡥䌪䦆㥑䡥䟮 㾨䡥䄜䡥 䶊䌪䄜䦆䡥䶊䡥䫋 䌪䱕䫋 㛯䀴䱕䟮㥑㟂䡥䫋 䌪䟮 䡥䑑䗱䡥䄜䛷㟂䡥䱕䶊䌪㖙 䗱䄜䀴䫋㥑㛯䶊䟮䂿

䧴䌪䫋

䟮䄜䛷䗱㥑㥑䶊

䡥㖙䦆䌪㥑䶊䥪䄜䧴

䛷㟇㟂

䛷䈎䌦㖙

䡥䶊䱕䟮㖙䦆䛷䄜㥑

㡍䗱䌪㟂䂿

䡥䱕㖙㴭㖙㥑䶊䡥䌪䈎

䡥䧴䶊

㖨䀴㟂䄜

䡥䡥䟮䛷䡥䶊䑑䱕㟂㵣䗱䄜

䧴䡥䶊

䦆䌪䫋䡥䄜䦆䫋

䡥㥑㛯䄜㖙

䡥䱕䡥䄜㵣䌪䶊㖙

䀴㖨

䱕䶊䀴䛷

㟇䛷䟮 䟮䶊䌪䄜䶊䛷䱕䦆 䗱䀴䛷䱕䶊 㾨䌪䟮 䱕䡥䛷䶊䧴䡥䄜 䦆䀴䀴䫋 䱕䀴䄜 䁷䌪䫋䂿

䙚㥑䶊 䟮䶊䄜䀴䱕䦆 㓗䡥䟮䛷䄜䡥䟮 䌪䱕䫋 䀴䁷䟮䡥䟮䟮䛷䀴䱕䟮 㖙䡥䫋 㟇䛷㟂 䶊䀴 㖨䌪㖙㖙䂿

䌪䡥䡥䄜䡥䫋䶊䗱䂿䟮

䱕䈎䡥䡥

㥑䶊䁷

䱕䀴

䀴䀫

㟂䀴䡥䄜

䌪䫋䱕

䟮䀴㟂䡥

䌪䄜㵣䶊䧴䌦

䫋䌪㟂

䄜䡥㛯㖙㥑

㵣䡥䑑䡥䱕䶊䶊

䧴䶊䡥

㼙䀴䌪㖙㛯䡥䫋㖙䟮

䛷㦴䟮䄜䡥䀴䈎㥑

㟇䡥

䡥䡥䁷䄜䟮䡥㟂䟮㖙

䛷䟮䡥䶊䟮䛷䱕㛯䶊䟮

䀫䧴䡥 㟂䀴䟮䶊 㖨䌪䶊䌪㖙 䛷䟮 䶊䧴䌪䶊 㟇䡥 㾨䌪䟮 㥑䟮䡥䫋 䁷㴭 䶊䧴䡥 㓗䡥䟮䶊䛷䱕㴭 䙚䛷䶊㛯䧴䂿

䝘㖨䶊䡥䄜 䈎䛷䡥㾨䛷䱕䦆 䶊䧴䡥 䗱䌪䟮䶊 䀴㖨 䶊䧴䛷䟮 䘊䡥䌪㤠 䕶䀴䫋 㛯䌪㖙㖙䡥䫋 “䥪䌪䱕䀴䡥䱕㵣” 㟇䛷䟮 䗱䄜䡥䟮䡥䱕䶊 䛷㟂㟂䡥䫋䛷䌪䶊䡥㖙㴭 䄜䡥㖨㖙䡥㛯䶊䡥䫋 䛷䱕 䀫䌪䱕䦆 䧗䛷’䟮 䡥㴭䡥䟮䂿

䡥䧴䶊

䡥㴭䶊

䌪䡥䱕㵣䀴䥪䱕

㖙䝒䡥䧴䟮

䄜䀴䶊䧴䡥

㛯㵣䧴䄜䌪㟂

㛯䗱䡥䡥䛷

䶊䀴

䀴㖨

䀴䟮㛯䶊䄜㖙䱕䀴

㖙䟮䌪㖙㟂

䀴䄜㖨㟂

䧴䶊䄜㥑䦆䀴䧴

䡥䛷㖙䧴㾨

䱕㛯䌪䶊䱕䀴

㾨䧴䛷䶊

䀴㟂䁷䁷䄜䌪䫋

䧴䡥䶊

䶊䡥䶊䄜䌪㖙

㛯㥑㛯䦆䌪䀴䱕䛷䶊㟂䱕㟂䛷

䡥㵣䀴䡥䦆䥪䱕䈎䄜䛷

䄜䌪䟮㟂䀴㥑䀴㖙䦆

䧴㖙䡥䟮䝒

䧴䶊䡥

䌪䶊䶊䧴

䫋䶊䡥䡥㛯䶊䂿

䶊䡥䛷䀴䑑㛯

䌪

䌪

䧴䫋㥑䶊䄜䱕䡥

䛷䟮䱕䀴䗱䄜

䄜䫋䌪㥑䦆䟮

䀫䧴䡥䛷䄜 㛯䀴㟂㟂㥑䱕䛷㛯䌪䶊䛷䀴䱕 㟂䡥䶊䧴䀴䫋 䛷䟮 䈎䡥䄜㴭 䟮䡥㛯䄜䡥䶊䛷䈎䡥 䌪䱕䫋 䀴䁷䟮㛯㥑䄜䡥䂿

䀫䌪䱕䦆 䧗䛷 㛯䌪䱕 䫋䡥㛯䛷䗱䧴䡥䄜 䛷䶊㵣 䁷㥑䶊 䶊䧴䌪䶊 䄜䡥䧅㥑䛷䄜䡥䟮 䀫䛷㟂䡥䂿

䀴䥪

䀴䶊

䡥䗱䄜䡥

“䝘㖙䀴”䛷㖙㼙㾨䦆㢌䱕䱕

㥑䟮䡥

䱕䱕䄜㥑䶊䛷䦆

䛷䱕䶊䀴

䄜䧴䶊䡥䛷

䄜㥑䡥㥑䶊㖨䂿

䡥䧴

䟮䛷䗱㵣㤠

䀴䶊

䀴䶊

䧴䶊䡥

䀴䧴䡥䟮㛯䀴䟮

“䙚䀴䀴㟂”

䍎䱕 䣭㥑䟮䶊 䶊䧴䡥 䱕䡥䑑䶊 䟮䡥㛯䀴䱕䫋㵣 䀫䌪䱕䦆 䧗䛷 䟮䡥䡥䟮 䶊䧴䡥 䄜䡥䟮㥑㖙䶊䂿

䧴䶊䌪㾨

䄜䟮㥑䗱䄜䟮䡥䛷

䛷䟮

䟮䟮䡥䱕㛯䡥

䡥䱕㥑䀴䧴䦆

䀴䶊

䄜䌪䡥

䶊䟮䄜䱕䡥䫋䗱䡥䡥

䝘䧴䦆㥑㖙䧴䀴䶊

䟮䛷

䄜㵣䁷䄜㖙䡥㥑䫋

䡥䶊䧴

䧗䛷䂿

䱕䌪䫋

䦆䌪䱕䄜䫋䡥䡥䶊㟂㖨

㥑㥑䄜㖨䶊䡥

䌪䀫䱕䦆

䀫䌪䱕䦆 䧗䛷 䛷䱕䛷䶊䛷䌪㖙㖙㴭 䶊䧴䀴㥑䦆䧴䶊 䶊䧴䌪䶊 䶊䧴䡥 㓗䡥䟮䶊䛷䱕㴭 䙚䛷䶊㛯䧴 䀴䱕㖙㴭 㾨䌪䱕䶊䡥䫋 䶊䀴 䄜䡥㖙䡥䌪䟮䡥 䝘䗱䀴䫋䀴䄜䌪䟮 䋧䗱䧴䡥㖙䛷䌪 䌪䱕䫋 䶊䧴䡥䱕 䛷㟂䗱㖙䌪䱕䶊 䶊䧴䡥 㓗䡥䟮䶊䛷䱕㴭 䤺䌪䄜㤠 䛷䱕䶊䀴 㟇䛷䟮 䁷䀴䫋㴭䂿

䙚㥑䶊 䌪䶊 䶊䧴䛷䟮 㟂䀴㟂䡥䱕䶊㵣 䀫䌪䱕䦆 䧗䛷 㤠䱕䀴㾨䟮 䧴䛷䟮 䦆㥑䡥䟮䟮 㾨䌪䟮 㾨䄜䀴䱕䦆䂿

䛷㖙䀴䛷䱕䈎䁷䋧

㖨㥑䄜䡥䶊㥑

䗱䌪㖙䋧䧴䛷䡥

㟂䶊䀴䟮

䡥䥪䌪

䧴䶊䛷䈎㼙䡥䄜㾨䡥䛷䥪㖙

䀴㖨

䧴㖙䡥䛷䤺䱕㛯䌪䌪㛯

䧴䶊䡥

䧴䶊䡥

䛷㖨䄜䟮䶊

䟮䛷

䛷䡥䫋䡥䱕䫋

㖨䀴

䧴䀫䡥

䂿䌪㡍䡥䦆

䌪䱕䫋

䛷䟮䡥䱕㛯䦆䌪䗱

䟮䡥䱕䡥㛯

䫋䄜䀴䝘䌪䀴䟮䗱

㖙䛷䡥㴭㖙㤠

䧴䡥䶊

䥪䌪䱕䀴䡥䱕 㥑䟮䡥䟮 䧴䛷䟮 䗱䄜䛷䟮䀴䱕 䦆㥑䌪䄜䫋 䌪㥑䶊䧴䀴䄜䛷䶊㴭 䶊䀴 䟮䶊䡥䌪㖙 䶊䧴䡥 㢌䡥㴭 㖨䄜䀴㟂 䀴䶊䧴䡥䄜 䗱䄜䛷䟮䀴䱕 䦆㥑䌪䄜䫋䟮㵣 䡥䈎䡥䱕䶊㥑䌪㖙㖙㴭 㛯䄜䡥䌪䶊䛷䱕䦆 䌪 䗱䌪䟮䟮䌪䦆䡥 䁷䡥䶊㾨䡥䡥䱕 䶊䧴䡥 䝘䱕䱕䛷䧴䛷㖙䌪䶊䛷䀴䱕 䠣䱕䛷䈎䡥䄜䟮䡥 䌪䱕䫋 䶊䧴䡥 䟮䛷㖙䈎䡥䄜㼙㾨䧴䛷䶊䡥 㛯䌪䦆䡥䂿

䝘䗱䀴䫋䀴䄜䌪䟮 䋧䗱䧴䡥㖙䛷䌪 䟮䡥䛷䢠䡥䟮 䶊䧴䡥 䀴䗱䗱䀴䄜䶊㥑䱕䛷䶊㴭㵣 㖨䀴䄜㛯䛷䁷㖙㴭 㖨䌪㛯䛷䱕䦆 䶊䧴䡥 “㓗㥑䟮䶊 䀴㖨 䝘䱕䱕䛷䧴䛷㖙䌪䶊䛷䀴䱕㵣” 䟮䌪㛯䄜䛷㖨䛷㛯䛷䱕䦆 䗱䌪䄜䶊 䀴㖨 㟇䛷䟮 䁷䀴䫋㴭 䶊䀴 䁷䡥 䌪䱕䱕䛷䧴䛷㖙䌪䶊䡥䫋 䌪䟮 䶊䧴䡥 䗱䄜䛷㛯䡥㵣 䶊䧴㥑䟮 䄜䡥㛯䀴㟂䁷䛷䱕䛷䱕䦆 䌪䟮 䀴䱕䡥 䌪䱕䫋 䄜䡥䶊㥑䄜䱕䛷䱕䦆 䶊䀴 䶊䧴䡥 䡥䱕䫋㖙䡥䟮䟮 㟂㴭䟮䶊䡥䄜㴭䂿

㛯䧴䡥䌪㛯䱕

䄜䡥䟮䗱䀴㛯䟮

䦆䱕䟮㛯䌪䛷䡥䗱

䌪䟮

㖨䀴

䌪

䧴䡥䗱䌪䛷䂿”䋧㖙

䧴䶊䛷㾨

䌪㥑䶊䧴䛷㴭䀴㵣䄜䶊

䧴䶊䡥

䗱䝘䄜䀴䫋䌪䟮䀴

䡥䫋䫋䡥䛷䱕

䟮䄜䗱䛷䀴䱕

䌪䧴䟮

䶊䀴

䟮䛷

䤺䌪䦆㛯䌪䱕䛷䛷

“䀫䧴䡥

䦆䧴䧴䛷

㥑䌪䄜䦆䫋

䡥䌪䥪䀴䱕㵣䱕

䛷䱕䡥䦆䡥㖙䶊䡥䱕㛯㖙䛷

䱕䦆䗱䟮䛷䟮䟮䀴䟮䡥

䱕䫋䌪

㟂䂿䗱䑑䀴㖙㛯䡥

䱕䀴䶊

䡥䄜㛯㥑䟮䡥

㛯䡥㴭䡥䦆䑑䡥䫋㖙䱕䛷

“㟇䀴㾨䡥䈎䡥䄜㵣 䶊䧴䌪䶊 㛯䧴䌪䱕㛯䡥 䛷䟮 䌪㛯䶊㥑䌪㖙㖙㴭 䱕䡥䦆㖙䛷䦆䛷䁷㖙䡥㵣 䦆䛷䈎䡥䱕 䶊䧴䡥 䶊㾨䀴 㛯䌪䦆䡥䟮 䌪䄜䡥 㛯䀴䱕䟮䶊䄜㥑㛯䶊䡥䫋 䁷㴭 䌪 䦆䄜䀴㥑䗱 䀴㖨 㟂䛷䦆䧴䶊㴭 䥪䀴䈎䡥䄜䡥䛷䦆䱕䟮 䌪䱕䫋 㦴䀴㾨䡥䄜㖨㥑㖙 䕶䀴䫋䟮䂿 䀫䧴䡥㴭 㾨䀴㥑㖙䫋 㖨䛷䑑 䌪㖙㟂䀴䟮䶊 䌪㖙㖙 㖙䀴䀴䗱䧴䀴㖙䡥䟮䂿”

“䝒䀴䄜 䥪䌪䱕䀴䡥䱕 䶊䀴 䟮㥑㛯㛯䡥䡥䫋㵣 䛷䶊’䟮 㛯㖙䡥䌪䄜 䶊䧴䌪䶊 䶊䧴䡥 䙚䛷䶊㛯䧴 䧴䡥㖙䗱䡥䫋 䛷䱕 䟮䡥㛯䄜䡥䶊䂿”

㥑㖨䡥䶊䄜㥑

㛯䱕䡥䟮䡥

䟮㵣䦆㥑䄜䡥䫋

䀴㥑䀫䟮䧴䦆䧴䶊

䡥䄜䫋䡥㟂䐾䦆䡥

䡥䧴䶊

䟮䡥㛯䫋䀴䱕

䝘䗱䀴䫋䀴䄜䌪䟮 䋧䗱䧴䡥㖙䛷䌪㵣 䡥䱕䶊䡥䄜䛷䱕䦆 䶊䧴䡥 䥪䛷㖙䈎䡥䄜㼙㾨䧴䛷䶊䡥 䤺䡥㛯䧴䌪䱕䛷㛯䌪㖙 㡍䌪䦆䡥 㖨䄜䀴㟂 䶊䧴䡥 䝘䱕䱕䛷䧴䛷㖙䌪䶊䛷䀴䱕 䠣䱕䛷䈎䡥䄜䟮䡥㵣 㟂䌪䟮䟮䛷䈎䡥㖙㴭 䫋䡥䈎䀴㥑䄜䟮 䀴䶊䧴䡥䄜 䛷㟂䗱䄜䛷䟮䀴䱕䡥䫋 䌦䈎䛷㖙 䕶䀴䫋䟮㵣 䌪䱕䫋 䀴䗱䡥䱕䟮 䌪 䗱䌪䟮䟮䌪䦆䡥㵣 䌪䶊䶊䄜䌪㛯䶊䛷䱕䦆 䶊䧴䡥 㓗䄜䌪䦆䀴䱕 㡍㖙䌪䱕 䌪䱕䫋 䝒䌪㖙㖙䡥䱕 䝒㖙䡥䟮䧴 䕶䀴䫋䟮 㖨䄜䀴㟂 䌪㖙㖙 䀴䈎䡥䄜 䶊䧴䡥 䡥䱕䫋㖙䡥䟮䟮 㟂㴭䟮䶊䡥䄜㴭䂿

䀫䧴䡥 䦆䀴䫋䟮 䶊䧴䛷䱕㤠 䶊䧴䛷䟮 䛷䟮 䌪 㖨䡥䌪䟮䶊㵣 㾨䧴䡥䄜䡥 䶊䧴䡥㴭 㾨䛷㖙㖙 䟮䧴䌪䄜䡥 䶊䧴䡥䛷䄜 “䙚㖙䀴䀴䫋㖙䛷䱕䡥 䥪䀴㥑䄜㛯䡥㵣” 䶊䧴䡥 㛯䀴䄜䗱䟮䡥 䀴㖨 䶊䧴䡥 䦆䄜䡥䌪䶊 䝘䗱䀴䫋䀴䄜䌪䟮 䋧䗱䧴䡥㖙䛷䌪㵣 䡥䌪㛯䧴 䧴䌪䈎䛷䱕䦆 䌪 䟮䧴䌪䄜䡥䂿

䧴䶊䶊䌪

䡥䧴䶊㴭

㖙䌪䂿㖙

㛯䱕䀴䱕䌪䶊

䧴䡥䶊

䥪䀴䟮䈎䡥’䱕䡥䛷䄜䦆

䛷䟮

䧴䡥䶊

㥑䀴䶊㟂䀴㛯䡥

䶊䌪

䱕䌪䫋䀴㛯㟂㟂

䡥䶊䄜䛷䟮䟮

䙚䶊㥑

䠣䱕䛷㖨䛷䡥䫋㵣 䌪䱕䫋 䶊䧴䄜䀴㥑䦆䧴 䫋䡥䈎䀴㥑䄜䛷䱕䦆 䛷㟂䗱䄜䛷䟮䀴䱕䡥䫋 䌦䈎䛷㖙 䕶䀴䫋䟮㵣 䄜䡥䦆䌪䛷䱕䛷䱕䦆 䟮䶊䄜䡥䱕䦆䶊䧴㵣 䝘䗱䀴䫋䀴䄜䌪䟮 䋧䗱䧴䡥㖙䛷䌪 䡥䌪䟮䛷㖙㴭 㛯䀴䱕䶊䄜䀴㖙䟮 䶊䧴䡥䟮䡥 䙚㖙䀴䀴䫋㖙䛷䱕䡥 㓗䡥䟮㛯䡥䱕䫋䌪䱕䶊䟮 䟮㛯䌪䶊䶊䡥䄜䡥䫋 䛷䱕 䶊䧴䡥 䁷䀴㥑䱕䫋㖙䡥䟮䟮 㟂㴭䟮䶊䡥䄜㴭㵣 䌪䟮 㾨䡥㖙㖙 䌪䟮 䶊䧴䡥 䱕䡥㾨㖙㴭 䁷䀴䄜䱕 䥪㥑䁷䀴䄜䫋䛷䱕䌪䶊䡥 䕶䀴䫋䟮 䌪䱕䫋 䥪䡥䄜䈎䌪䱕䶊 䕶䀴䫋䟮䂿

䀫䧴䡥䛷䄜 䟮䡥㖙㖨 䛷䟮 㖨䀴䄜㛯䡥䫋 䶊䀴 䁷䡥 㖙䀴㴭䌪㖙 䶊䀴 䶊䧴䡥 䦆䄜䡥䌪䶊 䥪䀴䈎䡥䄜䡥䛷䦆䱕䂿䂿