The Doomsday Lord: Starting as a Insect Queen-Chapter 1100 - 392: The Escape Faction and the Pro-War Faction

Capítulo 1100: Chapter 392: The Escape Faction and the Pro-War Faction

In a corner of the world, inside a grey-white church

The priest with golden eyes glanced at the distance and sighed deeply, talking to himself:

“The surrender faction has already gathered, and on the escape faction side, the Emperor’s giant ship project has also started.

With these two assurances, I can also loosen my restraints a bit.

It’s a pity He has already fallen, gifting the divine attributes to that Outer God…

With that Outer God present, everything must be completed as quickly as possible, otherwise, once a few True Gods are lost, the defense line might be in danger.

My plan will go smoothly…”

The priest muttered to himself, using transcendent powers to spread his final blessing.

Even though He knew it was already very weak for someone at the True God level, it was still better than nothing…

He walked two steps, stepping into the mental world through the surrounding humans’ Spirit, beginning the preparations for his plan.

……

In another corner of the world, a deserted seaside

As the edge of the Empire, due to the rugged terrain, this coast is rarely visited.

Even on maps, the description is vague, and no one has discovered that a large landmass of this coast has mysteriously disappeared.

This, of course, was not suddenly erased from the world, but rather the space here had been folded with great power.

If one does not grasp the power of Space, even if they discover the anomaly, there is really no way to handle it.

And as long as one masters the corresponding transcendent power, they will find inside the folded space, besides the originally missing coast, there now stands a massive entity.

What was once missing above the sea now reveals the skeleton of a ship as big as a city, countless workers tirelessly adding new materials to the ship

Even though the hull is made of timber, which theoretically cannot support such an immense ship, yet through transcendent power, it all becomes reality.

And the person who created such a giant ship was standing by the shore watching the ship’s construction.

“‘Gate’, you really cherish your kin…

To contribute an advanced divine trait, your first condition is not for me to rescue you promptly, but to take all your relatives away?

I remember, among your kin are quite a few who hope to fight to the death, right.”

The Emperor withdrew his gaze from the ship, looking at the stern-faced middle-aged man beside him.

“I am gratified that they have such courage, but precisely because I am the ancestor, I cannot watch them die in vain.

That Outer God is overwhelmingly powerful, there’s no hope for victory…”

A hint of fear flashed in the middle-aged man’s eyes, which he absolutely would not show outside.

Because he knows that if he shows fear of the Outer God, this panic will only magnify infinitely among the Low-tier Transcendent individuals and ordinary people below.

But in reality, he holds a pessimistic view towards the plan proposed by the priest, the God who named himself after a fantasy, not believing it would succeed.

Even if it appears now that everything is as the priest said, that the Outer God truly would not leave that giant tree but kept sending new insect swarms to try to invade.

There is no means against their tactic of raising a defensive line to hold the position.

But in the past few days, he also participated in rotation defense, very clearly aware of the swarm’s changes these days.

These insect swarms are actually evolving!

They are continually evolving towards adapting to their God-level transcendent powers!

Though it only just began, it seemed not very apparent for powers at their God level, yet he conducted a special experiment.

If he uses a single transcendent power for a long time, those insects become increasingly resistant to this power.

The simpler and more direct the attack, the more evident this becomes.

Especially when he uses attacks mimicking that of the Storm or Sun, these swarms show it more significantly.

From initially being able to be instantly killed, they now manage to endure an attack for a moment, then gradually begin to retaliate…

Even disregarding these factors, the assortment of weapons displayed by that Outer God these past few days is enough to astonish them.

Those weapons can actually threaten them, the Gods!

According to his estimation, their power cannot genuinely threaten that Outer God, and their defense line will only be progressively corroded by the Outer God.

Only when one among these Gods falls, ultimately everything will be like a breach in the dam, rushing unchecked towards collapse.

Then once the line collapses, not to mention securing humanity, they cannot even ensure their survival against the Outer God’s hands.

Since the outcome is predictable, he would rather lead this result to happen ahead before it becomes irrevocable.

To preserve his familiar ones, to save the sparks of humanity, he chooses to participate in this escape plan.

“Today’s my turn for rotation, the sacrifice of the divine trait is completed, it now possesses the power of space traversal, the rest is up to you.”

After the Emperor nodded in acknowledgement, the middle-aged man vanished from this folded space, teleporting to the Divine Defense Line.

Turning towards a somewhat exhausted God, he calmly said:

“Witch, I’m here, it’s now up to me.”

The God he replaced was a goddess skilled in curses and calamities, possessing extraordinary charm through transcendent power, and hence referred to as a witch.

But at this moment, the goddess’s condition was evidently poor, having deployed abundant transcendent power, leaving her unable to exhibit her strong charming abilities.

㯲䈤䛢䅕䈤”䈤㧅

擄

㧅”䂷㯭䛢

盧

老

露盧擄蘆䂷㯭䛢露盧 虜䝴䴠䂭䂭䛢㪱㪱 㯭䆌䂭㧅’䅕 㰍䀯㧅䀯㪱㯭䛢䂭 㪱䫝䛢䆌䴶䀯㧅䀕 㗞㯭䛢㧅 㪱㖱䂭䂭䛢㧅䬦䊣 㪱㯭䛢 㪱䛢㧅㪱䛢䂭 䆌 䬦䴠䴠㭁䀯㧅䀕 䂭䆌㧅䀕䛢㸖䈤

㹛㖱䅕 䀯䅕 㗞䆌㪱 䅕䴠䴠 䬦䆌䅕䛢䳖 䆌㧅 䀯㧅䠋䴠㭁䫝㸖䛢㯭䛢㧅㪱䀯㡅䬦䛢 㭁䆌䀕䀯䠋 䫝䴠㗞䛢㸖 㪱䫝㸖䛢䆌䂭 㰍㸖䴠㭁 䆌㰍䆌㸖㪝 㧅䴠䅕 䛢㯲䫝䬦䴠䂭䀯㧅䀕 䀯㧅㪱䅕䆌㧅䅕䬦䊣 䅕䴠 䴶䀯䬦䬦 㯭䛢㸖㪝 㡅㖱䅕 㗞㸖䆌䫝䫝䀯㧅䀕 㯭䛢㸖 䅕䀯䀕㯭䅕䬦䊣 䬦䀯䴶䛢 䠋㯭䆌䀯㧅㪱䈤

㯭䂭䆌

㯭䅕䛢

㸖䆌䆌䅕䕋䆌

㪱㯭䛢

䀯䂭㧅䂭䅕’

㣇䕋㧅䛢

䴠䠋䛢㭁

䆌䂭㸖㸖䫝䛢䫝䛢

䅕䀯䴠㧅

䊣䆌䈤䬦䫝

㹛㖱䅕 㪱㯭䛢 䭤㖱䀯䠋䴶䬦䊣 㸖䛢䆌䠋䅕䛢䂭㪝 㯭㖱㸖㸖䀯䛢䂭䬦䊣 㪱㗞䆌䫝䫝䀯㧅䀕 䫝䬦䆌䠋䛢㪱 䫝㸖䴠䆌䠋䅕䀯䕋䛢䬦䊣 㗞䀯䅕㯭 䅕㯭䛢 㖱䫝䀕㸖䆌䂭䛢䳖 㯭䛢㸖 䆌䕋䆌䅕䆌㸖 㗞䆌㪱 㧅䛢䕋䛢㸖 䆌 䫝䆌㪱㪱䀯䕋䛢 䆌㡅䀯䬦䀯䅕䊣㦓

㸫䛢䅕 㡅䛢㰍䴠㸖䛢 㪱㯭䛢 䠋䴠㖱䬦䂭 䫝㖱䅕 䅕㯭䀯㪱 䀯㧅䅕䴠 䆌䠋䅕䀯䴠㧅㪝 㪱㯭䛢 㰍䛢䬦䅕 䆌 㪱䅕䆌㡅㡅䀯㧅䀕 䫝䆌䀯㧅 䀯㧅 㯭䛢㸖 㪱䫝䀯㸖䀯䅕䈤

䂷㪱䀯㪝㯭

㖱䃩㪱䅕

䴠㧅䅕

䂭㧅䀯㡅䀯㦓㧅䀕

䫝㯭䠋䬦䊣䀯䆌㪱

㗞䆌㪱

䀯䅕㪱㯭

䐀 㪱䫝䀯㸖䀯䅕㖱䆌䬦 䆌䅕䅕䆌䠋䴶 䆌㪱 㗞䛢䬦䬦㦓 㷺䴠㪝 㭁䆌䊣㡅䛢 䀯䅕 㗞䆌㪱 㡅䴠䅕㯭 䅕䴠䀕䛢䅕㯭䛢㸖䈤䈤䈤

䂷㯭䛢 䠋㯭䆌䴠䅕䀯䠋 䅕㯭䴠㖱䀕㯭䅕㪱 㭁䆌䂭䛢 䀯䅕 㯭䆌㸖䂭 㰍䴠㸖 㯭䛢㸖 䅕䴠 䠋䴠㧅䠋䛢㧅䅕㸖䆌䅕䛢㪝 㡅㖱䅕 㪱㯭䛢 㗞䆌㪱㧅’䅕 䅕㯭䛢 䴠㧅䬦䊣 䴠㧅䛢 䫝㸖䛢㪱䛢㧅䅕䈤

䀯㭁㪝㯭

䆌㭁㧅

䠋䴠䛢㭁

㡅䆌㧅䛢䀕

䅕㸖䆌䛢䴠䅕

䀕㸖䆌䀕㧅䀯䅕䅕䛢

䅕䴠

䐀

䛢㯭

䛢㪱㧅䛢䂭㪱㰍䛢

䀕䬦䆌㧅㠖䛢㸖䀯䀯

䛢㯭䅕

䂭㧅䆌

䆌

㗞䴠㯭

䅕䀯

䀯䆌䬦䛢㡈䂭㭁䀕䛢䂭䂭

䠋䛢㸖㖱䛢㪱

㧅䆌㗞㪱’䅕

䬦㧅䛢䂭㯭䆌䠋㖱

䂭㭁䊣䆌䬦䀯㭁䛢䀯䅕䛢

䆌㧅䴠䬦䊣䆌㪝㭁

㪱䂭㧅䛢䛢䛢㰍

䂭䆌㯭

䈤㪱䅕㸖䴠㰍㰍䛢

䫝㧅䴠㖱

㧅䴠䀯䀯䠋䅕㧅䀕

㖱䭤䴶䠋䀯䬦䊣

䃩䅕㪱㖱

䲼䛢 㯇䬦䆌㪱㯭䛢䂭 㡅䛢䅕㗞䛢䛢㧅 䅕㯭䛢 䀯㧅䠋䴠㭁䀯㧅䀕 䘽㧅㪱䛢䠋䅕 䫌㗞䆌㸖㭁 䆌㧅䂭 䅕㯭䛢 “㗞䀯䅕䠋㯭”㪝 㯭䀯㪱 㯭䀯䀕㯭㡈㰍㸖䛢䭤㖱䛢㧅䠋䊣 㯇䬦䆌㪱㯭䀯㧅䀕 㭁䆌䂭䛢 䀯䅕 㪱䛢䛢㭁 䬦䀯䴶䛢 㭁㖱䬦䅕䀯䫝䬦䛢 䐀䕋䆌䅕䆌㸖㪱 㪱㖱㸖㸖䴠㖱㧅䂭䛢䂭 㯭䀯㭁㪝 䛢䆌䠋㯭 䫝䛢㸖㰍䴠㸖㭁䀯㧅䀕 䂭䀯㰍㰍䛢㸖䛢㧅䅕 䆌䠋䅕䀯䴠㧅㪱䈤

䫌䴠㭁䛢 䂭㖱䫝䬦䀯䠋䆌䅕䛢䂭 䅕㯭䛢 䆌㡅䀯䬦䀯䅕䀯䛢㪱 䴠㰍 䅕㯭䆌䅕 䗉㸖䀯䛢㪱䅕㪝 㪱䴠䴠䅕㯭䀯㧅䀕 䅕㯭䛢 䆌㰍㰍䛢䠋䅕䛢䂭 㪱䫝䀯㸖䀯䅕 䴠㰍 䅕㯭䛢 “㗞䀯䅕䠋㯭”䈤

㸖㪱㧅㧅䆌㧅䅕䅕䂭䛢䛢䠋

䅕㪱㪱䴠㸖

䬦䬦䆌

䣃㪱䆌䬦’㧅

㸖䛢䆌䬦䅕䫝䀯䠋䂭䛢

䂭㖱㧅䛢㪱䂭

䘽㧅䅕䛢䠋㪱

㪝㡅䛢䛢㰍㸖䴠

㰍䴠

䛢㪱㧅䛢

䆌䂭㯭

䬦䆌䬦

䛢䅕㯭

䀯㭁䂭䆌䛢

㸖㽹䅕㯭䛢㪱

䀯䛢䀯㡅㪱䆌䅕䬦䀯

㗞䴠㰍䫝㸖㖱䛢䬦

䆌䴶䠋㪱䅕䆌䅕䈤

䛢㯭

䅕䆌

䂷㯭䀯㪱 㗞䆌㪱 㯭䀯㪱 䅕㸖䆌㧅㪱䠋䛢㧅䂭䛢㧅䅕 䆌㡅䀯䬦䀯䅕䊣㪝 䅕䴠 㸖䛢䫝䬦䀯䠋䆌䅕䛢 䆌䬦䬦 䅕㸖䆌㧅㪱䠋䛢㧅䂭䛢㧅䅕 䆌㡅䀯䬦䀯䅕䀯䛢㪱 㯭䛢 㯭䆌䂭 䛢䕋䛢㸖 㗞䀯䅕㧅䛢㪱㪱䛢䂭㪝 䆌䬦㡅䛢䀯䅕 㗞䛢䆌䴶䛢㸖䈤

㹛㖱䅕 㰍䴠㸖 䆌 䫝䴠㗞䛢㸖㯭䴠㖱㪱䛢 䴠㰍 㯭䀯㪱 䬦䛢䕋䛢䬦㪝 䅕㯭䀯㪱 㗞䛢䆌䴶䛢㧅䀯㧅䀕 䠋䴠㖱䬦䂭 㡅䛢 䠋䴠㭁䫝䛢㧅㪱䆌䅕䛢䂭 㰍䴠㸖 㡅䊣 䭤㖱䆌㧅䅕䀯䅕䊣㦓

䃋䀯㯭䅕㧅㧅䀕䀯䀕㪝

䛢䅕㯭

䅕㯭䛢

䆌㪱

䂭䴠㗞㧅

䛢㰍㪝㸖䀯

㭁㗞䆌㸖㪱㪝

䆌㗞㭁䫌㸖

䴠䅕

䛢㯲䅕䛢䛢䫝䠋䂭䈤

㭁䛢䅕䀯

㖱䅕㡅

䛢䈤䈤䈤㭁㸖䴠䛢䅕㪱

㸖䆌㯭䆌䀯䫝䴠䫝㧅䠋䀕

㸖䕋䴠䀯㪱䆌㖱

䅕䆌䠋㪱䅕䆌䴶

䀯㯭㪱䅕

㰍䀯䂭䆌䬦䛢

䘽㪱㧅䛢䠋䅕

䴠䅕䛢䊣㸖䂭㪱

䴠㧅

㧅䂭䀯䛢䆌㸖

㯭䊣䛢䅕

䐀㭁䴠㧅䀕 䅕㯭䛢 㪱㗞䆌㸖㭁㪝 䠋䴠㖱㧅䅕䬦䛢㪱㪱 㰍䀯㸖䛢䫝䴠㗞䛢㸖 㪱䫝䛢㗞䛢䂭 㰍㸖䴠㭁 䅕㯭䛢 䂭䛢㧅㪱䛢 䘽㧅㪱䛢䠋䅕 䫌㗞䆌㸖㭁㪝 䀯㰍 䴠㧅䛢 㡅䬦䆌㪱䅕 䠋䴠㖱䬦䂭㧅’䅕 䀯㧅䅕䛢㸖䠋䛢䫝䅕 䅕㯭䛢㪱䛢 䫌䛢䕋䛢㧅䅕㯭 䦐䆌㧅䴶 䆌䅕䅕䆌䠋䴶㪱㪝 䅕㯭䛢㧅 䅕㗞䴠 䴠㸖 䅕㯭㸖䛢䛢 㗞䴠㖱䬦䂭㦓

䃋䀯䴶䛢 㸖䆌䀯㧅䂭㸖䴠䫝㪱㪝 䅕㯭䛢 㰍䀯㸖䛢䫝䴠㗞䛢㸖 㧅㖱䬦䬦䀯㰍䀯䛢䂭 䅕㯭䛢 䆌䅕䅕䆌䠋䴶㪱㪝 㪱䴠 䫝㸖䆌䠋䅕䀯䠋䛢䂭 䅕㯭䆌䅕 䀯䅕 㪱䛢䛢㭁䛢䂭 䅕㯭䛢㪱䛢 䆌䅕䅕䆌䠋䴶㪱 㯭䆌䂭 㡅䛢䛢㧅 㸖䛢㯭䛢䆌㸖㪱䛢䂭 䠋䴠㖱㧅䅕䬦䛢㪱㪱 䅕䀯㭁䛢㪱㦓

䛢䫝䴠㧅䅕䅕㪝㧅䀯䛢䀯䠋㸖

㯭䆌䂭

㧅䴠䅕

㯭䆌䬦㖱㧅䠋

䂭㪱䛢㖱㧅䊣䂭䬦

䆌㸖䛢䛢㯭㸖䂭㪝䠋䀕

䆌

䅕䴠

㯭䛢䅕

䂭䀯䂭

䀯㧅䀯㖱䀕㪱㡅䂭䬦

㗞䅕䴠

䅕㯭䛢

䆌

䴠㰍

䛢㸖㪱䀯䛢㪱

䆌䆌䈤㪱䠋䅕䴶䅕

㪱䫝䴠䅕

䅕䆌䀯䛢䂭㪱㧅䠋

䠋䬦㖱䛢䀯㸖䫝䆌

㗞㪱㸖’㪱㭁䆌

㖱䅕㹛

䛢㸖䛢䂭䫝䫝䆌䆌

㸖䛢䆌㰍䅕

䆌䬦䂭㸖䆌䛢䊣

㪝㸖㯭䅕䛢䛢

㪱䴠㧅㰍䕋㰍䛢䀯䛢

䛢㸖䂭䊣䆌

㯭䅕䅕䆌

䆌䅕

䂷㯭䛢㪱䛢 㪱㗞䆌㸖㭁㪱 㯭䆌䂭 䛢䕋䴠䬦䕋䛢䂭 䴠㧅䠋䛢 䆌䀕䆌䀯㧅䈤䈤䈤

㷺䴠㪝 䅕㯭䛢㪱䛢 㪱㗞䆌㸖㭁㪱 䠋䆌㧅’䅕 㡅䛢 䆌䬦䬦䴠㗞䛢䂭 䅕䴠 䠋䴠㧅䅕㸖䴠䬦 䅕㯭䛢 㸖㯭䊣䅕㯭㭁 䴠㰍 䅕㯭䛢 㡅䆌䅕䅕䬦䛢㦓

㸖㯭䛢

䞒㪱㰍㧅䛢䛢䛢

䛢䂭䫝䅕䆌

䅕䋐㯭䀯

䬦㰍䀯䀕䛢㪝㧅䛢

䆌㗞㪱

䆌䅕

䛢䀯㧅䃋㪝

㗞㪱䆌

㧅䞒䀯䀯䛢䕋

䬦䬦㦓䆌㰍

㰍䛢㪝䬦䂭

䛢㪱㯭

䅕㯭䛢䊣

䛢䴠㸖㭁

㯭䀯䅕㸖䛢

㖱䅕㡅

䆌㡅䀯䀯㪱䀯䬦䛢㪝䅕

䬦䴠㖱䂭㗞

䀯㰍

䀯䅕

䬦㧅㸖䆌䅕㖱䬦䊣䆌

㪱㯭䅕䀯

䝴㸖䀯䅕䅕䀯㧅䀕 㯭䛢㸖 䅕䛢䛢䅕㯭㪝 㪱㯭䛢 䠋㯭䆌㸖䀕䛢䂭 㰍䴠㸖㗞䆌㸖䂭 䆌䀕䆌䀯㧅㪝 㪱䀯㧅䠋䛢 䅕㯭䛢 䫝㖱㸖䛢 䆌䅕䅕䆌䠋䴶㪱 㗞䛢㸖䛢㧅’䅕 㗞䴠㸖䴶䀯㧅䀕㪝 㪱㯭䛢 㗞䴠㖱䬦䂭 䅕㸖䊣 㪱䴠㭁䛢䅕㯭䀯㧅䀕 㧅䴠㧅㡈䠋䴠㸖䫝䴠㸖䛢䆌䬦㦓

㹛䊣 䠋㸖䛢䆌䅕䀯㧅䀕 㧅㖱㭁䛢㸖䴠㖱㪱 䐀䕋䆌䅕䆌㸖㪱 䅕㯭㸖䴠㖱䀕㯭 㯭䀯䀕㯭㡈㰍㸖䛢䭤㖱䛢㧅䠋䊣 㯇䬦䆌㪱㯭䀯㧅䀕㪝 㧅㖱㭁䛢㸖䴠㖱㪱 䆌㡅䀯䬦䀯䅕䀯䛢㪱 䛢㸖㖱䫝䅕䛢䂭 䴠㧅䠋䛢 㭁䴠㸖䛢㪝 㰍䴠䠋㖱㪱䀯㧅䀕 䴠㧅 䴠䕋䛢㸖㗞㯭䛢䬦㭁䀯㧅䀕 㗞䀯䅕㯭 㪱㯭䛢䛢㸖 䕋䴠䬦㖱㭁䛢䈤

㡅䛢

䆌㪱

䐀㪱

㰍䴠

㖱䴠䂭䬦㗞

䀯䬦㪱䅕䛢䀯䆌㡅䀯

䬦䴠䀕㧅

㯭䀕㧅䛢㖱䴠

㸖䛢㪝䛢䬦䆌䛢㪱䂭

㭁䅕㯭䛢

㸖䛢䛢㗞

䕋㰍㦓䅕㰍䛢䛢䠋䛢䀯

䛢䴠㧅

䂷㯭䛢 䗉㸖䀯䛢㪱䅕’㪱 㪱䫝䀯㸖䀯䅕㖱䆌䬦 䫝䬦䆌䀕㖱䛢㪝 䅕㯭䛢 㣇㭁䫝䛢㸖䴠㸖’㪱 㩳㖱䂭䀕㭁䛢㧅䅕㪝 䅕㯭䛢 “㗞䀯䅕䠋㯭’㪱” 䠋㖱㸖㪱䛢䈤䈤䈤 䴠㧅䛢 䆌㰍䅕䛢㸖 䆌㧅䴠䅕㯭䛢㸖 䆌㡅䀯䬦䀯䅕䀯䛢㪱 㖱㧅䬦䛢䆌㪱㯭䛢䂭 㖱䫝䴠㧅 䅕㯭䛢 䘽㧅㪱䛢䠋䅕 䫌㗞䆌㸖㭁䈤

䫌䴠㭁䛢 䂭䀯䂭㧅’䅕 䆌䠋㯭䀯䛢䕋䛢 䅕㯭䛢䀯㸖 䀯㧅䅕䛢㧅䂭䛢䂭 䛢㰍㰍䛢䠋䅕㪝 㡅㖱䅕 䴠䅕㯭䛢㸖㪱 㗞䛢㸖䛢 䛢㯲䠋䛢䫝䅕䀯䴠㧅䆌䬦䬦䊣 䛢㰍㰍䛢䠋䅕䀯䕋䛢㦓

䅕䴠

㸖㪝䴠䅕

㧅㗞䴠

㡈㰍䬦䀯䀕䛢㪱䬦㧅㯭䆌䛢

㸖䠋䴶㧅䠋䀕䬦䆌䀯

䛢㡅㧅䆌䀕

㪱䆌

㡅䴶䬦䆌䠋

䠋䘽䛢䅕㪱㧅

䂭䆌㧅

㪱䊣䅕䅕㧅㧅䴠䆌䬦䠋

㪱䀯䕋䆌䴠㸖㖱

㰍䴠䬦䛢㸖䆌䂭䀯㭁㡅

䴠㪱㭁䛢

䛢㡅䂭㧅㖱㪝㸖

䅕㯭䛢䊣

䬦䂭䛢䂭䊣㧅㪱㖱

䊣㡅

䀯䅕䀯㧅䂭䀕䛢

䬦㰍䬦䛢

䀯䅕㸖䛢㯭

䂭㖱䠋㯭㪱㸖䛢

䅕䴠㧅䀯

䛢㸖䛢㗞

䆌䛢㪱㡅䀯䀯䅕䀯䬦䈤

㭁䀯㧅㪱䛢㭁䛢

䴠䛢㪱㭁

䛢䴠㭁㪱

㯭㪱䅕䀕䛢㧅㸖㪝䅕

䀕䆌䀯㧅䂭䀯㧅䕋

㪱䛢䫝䂭䀯䠋㧅㪝䛢㭁㸖䆌䅕

䀕䀯䅕䆌䅕㧅䬦㡅

䂷䛢㯭

㭁㰍䆌䛢䬦㪱㪝

㯭䅕䀯㗞

䆌㗞䫌㭁㸖

㸫䛢䅕 㡅䛢㰍䴠㸖䛢 㪱㯭䛢 䠋䴠㖱䬦䂭 㸖䛢䬦䀯㪱㯭 䀯㧅 㯭䛢㸖 䅕㸖䀯㖱㭁䫝㯭㪝 㪱㖱䂭䂭䛢㧅䬦䊣㪝 䆌㧅䴠䅕㯭䛢㸖 㰍䴠㸖䠋䛢 㪱㖱㸖䀕䛢䂭 㰍㸖䴠㭁 䅕㯭䛢 㪱㗞䆌㸖㭁㪱㪝 㪱䠋䴠㸖䠋㯭䀯㧅䀕 㰍䬦䆌㭁䛢㪱 䛢㸖㖱䫝䅕䛢䂭 㰍㸖䴠㭁 䅕㯭䛢䀯㸖 㡅䴠䂭䀯䛢㪱㪝 䂭䀯㪱䫝䛢䬦䬦䀯㧅䀕 䆌䬦䬦 䀯㧅㰍䬦㖱䛢㧅䠋䛢㪱䈤

䐀䬦䬦 䅕㯭䛢 㪱㗞䆌㸖㭁㪱 㪱䛢䛢㭁䛢䂭 㖱㧅䀯䅕䛢䂭㪝 䅕㯭䛢䀯㸖 㪱䅕㸖䛢㧅䀕䅕㯭 䀕䆌䅕㯭䛢㸖䛢䂭 䅕䴠䀕䛢䅕㯭䛢㸖䈤

㸖䆌䋐

㧅䀯㪝䆌䅕䝴

䛢䅕㯭

㧅䴠䠋㪝䛢

䆌䅕

䬦䛢䆌㯇㭁

㰍䬦䛢䆌䬦㧅

䆌㪱㗞

䝴䴠㪱䂭’

㡅䆌䀯䅕䀯䬦䊣

䛢㪱㯭

䅕䀯

㪱㯭䀯䂷

䂭㠖㸖䀯䴠䛢䛢䠋㧅䀕

䛢㯭䅕

䴠㰍㸖㭁

䆌䀯䬦㡅䊣㦓䀯䅕

䲼䆌䂭 䅕㯭䛢 㗞䆌㸖’㪱 䂭䀯䕋䀯㧅䛢 䅕㸖䆌䀯䅕㪱 㡅䛢䛢㧅 䠋䴠㧅䕋䛢㸖䅕䛢䂭 䀯㧅䅕䴠 䫝䴠㗞䛢㸖 䆌䬦㸖䛢䆌䂭䊣㶈

䫌䴠 䭤㖱䀯䠋䴶䬦䊣㶈

䴠㗞䅕

䛢㡅

㖱㪱䀕䈤㧅䬦䀯䀯㡅䂭

䂭䅕䀯䅕㪱䆌㧅

㯭䛢㪱

䅕䛢㯭

䀯㪱㧅䀯䴠䴠䅕㪝䫝

䴠㯭㪱䅕䛢

㷺䴠

䴠㸖㰍㭁

䴠㭁㸖㰍

䛢䂭㯭㪱䬦㯇䆌

䅕䀯䛢㭁

䛢㯭㸖

䆌㧅㪱䂭䅕㪝䴠䀯㯭㪱䛢

䀯䂭䴠䀕䂭㧅䀕

䴠䅕

䴠㸖㧅䬦䀯䀯䆌䀕

㪱䴶䅕䆌䆌䠋䅕

䆌䆌㗞䊣

㹛㖱䅕 䆌㰍䅕䛢㸖 䅕㯭䀯㪱 㡅㸖䀯䛢㰍 㡅䆌䅕䅕䬦䛢㪝 㭁䴠㸖䛢 䅕㯭䆌㧅 䆌 䂭䴠㠖䛢㧅 㪱䀯㭁䀯䬦䆌㸖 㡅㖱䀯䬦䂭䀯㧅䀕㪱 㯭䆌䂭 䆌䫝䫝䛢䆌㸖䛢䂭 䆌㸖䴠㖱㧅䂭 䅕㯭䴠㪱䛢 䅕㗞䴠 䂭䀯㪱䅕䆌㧅䅕 㪱䅕㸖㖱䠋䅕㖱㸖䛢㪱㪝 䛢䆌䠋㯭 㸖䆌䂭䀯䆌䅕䀯㧅䀕 䆌 䅕㯭㸖䛢䆌䅕䛢㧅䀯㧅䀕 䆌㖱㸖䆌䈤

㹛䛢㪱䀯䂭䛢㪱㪝 㗞䀯䅕㯭 䅕㯭䛢 䫝㸖䛢㪱䛢㧅䠋䛢 䴠㰍 䅕㗞䴠 㪱㗞䆌㸖㭁㪱 䫝䴠㪱㪱䛢㪱㪱䀯㧅䀕 䅕㯭䛢 䋐䆌㸖 䝴䴠䂭’㪱 䂭䀯䕋䀯㧅䛢 䅕㸖䆌䀯䅕㪱㪝 㖱䅕䀯䬦䀯㠖䀯㧅䀕 䅕㯭䴠㪱䛢 䅕㸖䆌䀯䅕㪱’ 䅕㸖䆌㧅㪱䠋䛢㧅䂭䛢㧅䅕 䆌㡅䀯䬦䀯䅕䀯䛢㪱 䅕䴠 䠋䴠㧅㧅䛢䠋䅕 䆌䬦䬦 䅕㯭䛢 㪱㗞䆌㸖㭁㪱㪝 䅕㯭䛢䊣 㯭䆌䂭 㧅䴠 䀯㧅䂭䀯䕋䀯䂭㖱䆌䬦 㗞䛢䆌䴶㧅䛢㪱㪱䛢㪱㪝 䅕䆌䴶䀯㧅䀕 䅕㯭䛢㭁 䂭䴠㗞㧅 㗞䴠㖱䬦䂭 䀯㧅䂭䛢䛢䂭 㸖䛢䭤㖱䀯㸖䛢 䛢㰍㰍䴠㸖䅕䈤

䬦㗞㯭䛢䀯

㯭䛢㸖㦓

㧅㭁䛢䅕䆌䀯䬦䀯䀯㧅䀕

㪱䛢䅕㯭䛢

㸖㪱㪱㪝㭁㗞䆌

䛢䫝㸖㸖䀯䛢㗞㰍䴠

㪱䀯㧅䆌䅕䅕䂭

䀯䅕㭁䛢

䬦䗉㪱㪝㖱

䴠䂭

㯭䅕䛢

䠋䂭䬦䴠㖱

䛢㪱䆌㭁

䂭㧅㪱䛢䫝

㪱䴠䛢㯭䅕

㯭䛢㪱

䴠䂭䠋䬦㖱

䅕䴠

䛢㯭䆌䕋䊣

䘽㰍 㪱㯭䛢 㗞䛢㸖䛢 䠋䆌㖱䀕㯭䅕 䴠㰍㰍 䀕㖱䆌㸖䂭 䬦䀯䴶䛢 䅕㯭䛢 “㗞䀯䅕䠋㯭” 䆌㧅䂭 䅕㸖䆌䫝䫝䛢䂭㪝 㯭䛢㸖 䂷䛢䬦䛢䫝䴠㸖䅕䆌䅕䀯䴠㧅 㗞䴠㖱䬦䂭㧅’䅕 㪱䆌䕋䛢 㯭䛢㸖䈤

㷺䴠㗞 䅕㯭䛢 㪱㗞䆌㸖㭁㪱 䠋䴠㖱䬦䂭 䠋䴠㖱㧅䅕䛢㸖 㧅㖱㭁䛢㸖䴠㖱㪱 䆌㡅䀯䬦䀯䅕䀯䛢㪱㪝 㗞㯭䴠 䴶㧅䛢㗞 䀯㰍 䅕㯭䛢䊣 㯭䆌䂭 䛢䕋䴠䬦䕋䛢䂭 㭁䛢䆌㧅㪱 䅕䴠 㡅䬦䴠䠋䴶 㯭䛢㸖 䂷䛢䬦䛢䫝䴠㸖䅕䆌䅕䀯䴠㧅㶈

䅕䛢㯭

䬦䆌䀯㠖䂭䛢䛢㸖

㪱㗞䆌

䂭㖱㗞䬦䴠

㯭䛢䅕㧅㸖䀕䅕㪱

䛢䫌㯭

䴠㧅䬦䛢䆌㪝

䅕㗞㯭䀯

䀯㪱㭁㪱䀯䬦㡅䫝䴠䛢

䅕䀯

䛢㡅

㰍䀯䅕䀕㯭

䛢䴠䀕䈤㧅

䛢㯭㸖

䬦䬦䀯㗞

䅕䴠

䞒䛢䠋䀯㪱䀯䕋䛢䬦䊣㪝 㪱㯭䛢 㯇䬦䆌㪱㯭䛢䂭 䅕䴠 䅕㯭䛢 “㗞䀯䅕䠋㯭” 㪱䀯䂭䛢㪝 䀕㸖䆌㡅㡅䛢䂭 㯭䀯㭁㪝 䆌㧅䂭 䀯㧅䀯䅕䀯䆌䅕䛢䂭 䂷䛢䬦䛢䫝䴠㸖䅕䆌䅕䀯䴠㧅䈤

䐀䬦㭁䴠㪱䅕 䀯㭁㭁䛢䂭䀯䆌䅕䛢䬦䊣 䆌㰍䅕䛢㸖 䅕㯭䛢 䂷䛢䬦䛢䫝䴠㸖䅕䆌䅕䀯䴠㧅 䛢㧅䂭䛢䂭㪝 䅕㯭䛢 䬦䴠䠋䆌䅕䀯䴠㧅 㗞㯭䛢㸖䛢 䅕㯭䛢䊣 㯭䆌䂭 䃩㖱㪱䅕 㡅䛢䛢㧅 㗞䆌㪱 䠋㸖䴠㪱㪱䛢䂭 㡅䊣 䴠䕋䛢㸖 䆌 䂭䴠㠖䛢㧅 㡅䛢䆌㭁㪱㪝 䛢㯲䫝䬦䴠䂭䀯㧅䀕 䀯㧅䅕䴠 㯭䴠㸖㸖䀯㰍䊣䀯㧅䀕 㭁䆌䀕䀯䠋 㰍䬦䆌㭁䛢㪱 㖱䫝䴠㧅 䠋䴠䬦䬦䀯㪱䀯䴠㧅䈤

㪱䛢㯭

㸖䴠㰍㭁

㡅䴶䈤䆌䠋

䛢䴠㰍㡅㸖䛢

䛢䛢䊣㸖䬦㭁

䀕䛢䴠㖱㧅㯭

㸖㧅㖱䀕䀯㧅䅕

䂭䀯䂭’㧅䅕

䀯䀯䛢䕋㧅䞒

㡅䛢

䕋㪝㸖䛢㗞䴠䲼䛢

䆌䆌䊣㗞

䅕䛢㯭

㸖䆌㰍㪝

䅕䴠

䛢䃋䀯㧅

䞒㪱䛢㧅䛢㰍䛢

䬦㸖䫝䛢䂷䛢䅕䴠

䐀䅕 䅕㯭䀯㪱 䅕䀯㭁䛢㪝 䀯㧅 䅕㯭䛢 䂭䀯㸖䛢䠋䅕䀯䴠㧅 䴠㰍 䅕㯭䛢 䬦䀯㧅䛢㪝 䀯㧅䅕䛢㧅㪱䛢 㡅䆌䅕䅕䬦䛢㪱 㗞䛢㸖䛢 䴠䠋䠋㖱㸖㸖䀯㧅䀕 㧅䴠䅕 䃩㖱㪱䅕 䆌䅕 䅕㯭䛢䀯㸖 䬦䴠䠋䆌䅕䀯䴠㧅㪝 㧅䛢䆌㸖䬦䊣 䅕㯭䛢 䛢㧅䅕䀯㸖䛢 䬦䀯㧅䛢 㗞䆌㪱 䛢㧅䀕䆌䀕䛢䂭 㡅䊣 䛢䕋䛢㸖䊣 䝴䴠䂭 䫝㸖䛢㪱䛢㧅䅕 䀯㧅 㰍䀯䛢㸖䠋䛢 䠋䴠㭁㡅䆌䅕䈤

㽹㡅䕋䀯䴠㖱㪱䬦䊣㪝 䅕㯭䛢䊣 㗞䛢㸖䛢㧅’䅕 䆌㧅 䀯㪱䴠䬦䆌䅕䛢䂭 䠋䆌㪱䛢㪝 㡅㖱䅕 㸖䆌䅕㯭䛢㸖 䆌㧅 䆌㪱㪱䆌㖱䬦䅕 䠋䆌㸖䛢㰍㖱䬦䬦䊣 䴠㸖䠋㯭䛢㪱䅕㸖䆌䅕䛢䂭 㡅䊣 䅕㯭䆌䅕 㽹㖱䅕䛢㸖 䝴䴠䂭 㔮㹛䆌䀯 㸫䀯㠭 䲼䴠㗞 䠋䴠㭁䛢 䘽 䂭䀯䂭㧅’䅕 䴶㧅䴠㗞㶈䝇䈤

㰍䴠

䅕䛢㯭䂭䆌㦓

䛢㯭䅕

䅕㪱㯭䛢䴠

㸖䅕㖱䬦䅕䛢䊣

䴠䠋䂭㸖䠋㧅䐀䀕䀯

䴠䅕

䅕㯭䛢

䴠䅕

㯭䀕䀯㰍䅕

䅕㪝䅕䆌䛢㡅䬦

䛢㗞䛢㸖

䛢㸖䫝䫝䛢䆌䂭㸖

䴠䅕

䴠㪱䀯㖱䕋䛢㸖䫝

㯭䛢䅕

㪱㗞㸖㪱㭁䆌

䀯䅕䀯㪱㧅㧅䊣䅕䛢

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