Dead Mount Death Play (デッドマウント・デスプレイ)

Send the wounded to the sorcerers!

Everyone else, fall back!

The main subjugation unit!

And he's with them!

The church's secret weapon.

A veteran warrior who's escaped

the jaws of death time and again.

The Calamity Crusher.

Shagrua Edith Lugrid.

This labyrinth. It continues to expand even now.

The dead are spilling forth into the outside world.

Thanks to the mad corpse who summoned them.

That peerless necromancer. Known as the Corpse God!

Dear God.

What mighty sorcery!

If we fail to crush him here,

the entire world will be consumed by corpses.

Even so.

This may be too mighty a foe

for even Sir Shagrua, the Calamity Crusher.

Have no fear.

To succumb so easily. Ludicrous.

Sir Shagrua is quite incapable of such a thing.

You're the one responsible

for my death.

You're the one responsible for all our deaths.

Why are you alone allowed to live on?

Die, like we did.

Die. Suffer.

Squirm. Weep.

Cry. Wail.

I can see them.

Every single one of the souls you've sacrificed!

So, you have the Evil Eye.

What's that?

The Evil Eye is the ability to see shades.

From birth, Sir Shagrua could see the ghosts

of all the bandits and monsters he killed,

perhaps even the birds and bugs.

Most bearers of the Evil Eye either spend their lives

within the refuge of the church.

Or, like the Corpse God, they become necromancers

who amuse themselves by toying with these ghosts.

Sir Shagrua is a member of the church.

But his true home is the field of battle.

I see. So that's your true form!

All this to protect something so petty?

Lives are no more than playthings to me.

Do you think you're some kind of god?

Gods do not play games.

At least, not the way you and I do, with our Evil Eyes.

Tell me, when you hear those lamentations,

the resentful wails emanating from the souls you've killed,

is it not thrilling?

I'm nothing like you!

You're a monster that should have died long ago!

And thus we strive, indiscriminately,

to kill one another.

You and I play at being the Grim Reaper,

piling corpses upon corpses.

But in the end, "play" is all it will ever be.

What are these sigils? I don't recognize this spell!

Let us finish this.

Our game will now end with my victory.

I think not!

The threat you pose

to this land

and its children...

...cannot be allowed to continue!

I've got you!

Sir Shagrua!

My memory is hazy.

Let's see.

I cast a spell.

And then what? Did it activate?

What's this? Where am I?

I can move. But why are my arms so frail?

I'm having difficulty speaking.

The walls seem strange, and so does the ground.

Hey. What city is this?

Whoa, hold on a second. What am I looking at here?

You gotta be kidding me!

Is this for real?

Or have I lost my mind completely?

It's me. Yeah, cancel that retrieval.

There's no body to pick up.

Got up and walked off on its own.

What are you telling me?

Was the hit unsuccessful after all?

Well, no. I mean, I confirmed the kill.

Stand by and I'll get back to you.

Now how in the hell...

...is a kid with his throat slit walking around like normal?

I don't understand what's happening.

Never before have I seen such architecture.

This text is foreign to me.

What's that? Some manner of projection spell?

And yet I sense no magic energy.

How strange. Where in creation am I?

I look around at all these people.

The children appear to be healthy,

and they wear such joyful smiles.

It seems this land I've arrived in is peaceful.

And what of the country I left behind?

Who knows if I'll ever be able to return there.

Regardless.

I do hope it has a future ahead of it.

I've never heard this language before,

and yet I'm starting to understand pieces of it.

Could it be I'm retrieving

linguistic information from this body's brain?

About your shirt.

That looks like real blood on it.

Are you okay?

Can you say your own name?

I-I think so.

I see.

The language I'm speaking is "Japanese."

And the body that I'm in right now...

its name is Polka Shinoyama.

He must be visiting from another country.

Hey! You've got a huge wound on your neck!

The bleeding's stopped, thank goodness.

But that needs medical--

There you are! I've been looking for you.

Who are you?

These cops are totally lame.

How about we get out of here?

Hey! Wai--

Stop! Come back here!

Hey, Iwa, looks like something's up.

Thoughts?

Something's always up here in Shinjuku.

Isn't that right, Arase?

Yeah, good point.

Anyway, we should get back.

Right.

Looks like we lost 'em, huh?

So, hey.

You do remember me, don't you?

I'm Misaki Sakimiya.

Spelled backwards, it's Ayimikas Ikasim!

I see.

And why would I need to know that?