I broke through the ceiling.
A body swallowed by rubble.
Inverted, gravity applied from bottom to top.
I don't take my gaze off the ussato in front of me, even though I'm annoyed by a different feeling than I usually do.
- When I first fought, I was a healing wizard with unusually hard caged hands.
Moving vision enough to follow my movements with my eyes that I should be a dark wizard specializing in physical abilities.
Physical ability to exceed even the Demons.
In addition to that, even idiots who use their own flesh as a weapon to “deactivate their opponents while healing” were fighting in ways that they could not think of.
Heal and Stun enemies who are supposed to defeat them.
I guess some parts of you are repellent of killing the other person.
But do you feel sorry for that?
You laugh at half the people you're not ready to kill?
No, you're not.
You can't put that anomaly into words with words that spit out with just such uppermost emotions.
It's weirder if you haven't killed anyone yet by wielding that stupid power.
At least, I ate it and it hurts to death.
The feeling of destruction and regeneration being repeated in an instant makes you uncomfortable beyond description.
"---hmm."
If even I don't defend myself, my fist is in danger, and if a ranked soldier receives it, it's the first fatal wound.
The bones are shattered, the guts burst, and in an instant they deprive the limbs of their freedom.
If you don't use healing magic to attack him, he can beat people to death with ease.
But still, no soldiers have been killed by this guy in the Demon King's Army, and no soldiers have witnessed it.
... No, wait, maybe I'm the only one getting hit with this power?
"Healing Accelerated Fist!!"
fists as they emit shock waves from their elbows and accelerate.
An outburst of system strengthening - an out-of-the-box fist that elevated just a dangerous act of suicide bombing to a single strategy, pushes my way.
Take it with your arms crossed directly from the front.
Impact.
My body was pushed up through the ceiling wall on my back by a force out of orbit.
"---What!? Who!?"
"And from below, Master Korga and, Ku, the black oxide broke through!?"
There were soldiers from another unit upstairs, looking up at us in a flash.
Naturally, too.
Whatever, we popped through the hard floors.
"Usato!"
I grabbed an arm slapped into my stomach, and I let a bunch of bands unfold out of my own body and hit Usat.
I just want to keep skewering - but an arm emerges from Usat's back that mimics the wings, hitting each other with the belt.
"Ferm! We'll deal with this together!"
The simultaneous attack blows me and Usato up so they can play in the air and clash against the wall.
"Keho, uh, that power is a pain in the ass"
Think about what Usat looks like now and his power as he keeps his back on the walls with him.
I knew that Ferm's assimilation had allowed him to benefit from dark magic, but now he seems to be expanding his abilities by taking in yet another.
It will be certain that some owls in Usato today were manipulating witchcraft.
Oh, my God. I saw him as his buddy's Blue Grizzly because of his head ears and powers.
"Dear Koga! Are you safe?!?"
"Hmm?"
A soldier with a weapon rushes up to me with his back on the wall.
It's not like you're a fighter to see, so you're more of a civilian than a soldier.
So I finally notice the books and pieces of paper scattered all over the floor of this room.
"Oh, is this the library? Sorry, get in the fight."
No, no, no!
"No, I don't need it. Instead, you guys better run. I might get caught up in it."
"But...!"
"I'll just accept your feelings. Look, just run."
I stand up, chasing back soldiers, and I see Usat blown up on the wall.
In front of a wall filled with claws, just like me, Usat was kneeling on the floor to ask this one.
"... what the hell?"
"No, it's nothing. Shall we continue?"
Risen Usat.
Protrude and stretch the deformed left arm like a spear before it.
"It's late!"
Usat, who dodged the stretched left arm with the jump, scaffolded and jumped further on my left arm.
Move on to melee as you avoid the intense spinning kick rolled out while spinning in the air away from your body.
"Humph!"
"Huh!!"
Honestly, it's tough to pass an attack on this guy in a genuine fleshshell fight.
They respond perfectly to unusual reflexes and unusual cages with magic defenses.
From this side of the battle, it's an unreasonable defense inside.
"Nun!"
"Gu..."
Vertical fists that creep through defensive gaps.
Three steps behind me as I was slammed straight into each other, I let my arms and torso overflow with magic.
"I behaved in large part...!"
"Usato!"
"Oh this is inevitable!!"
"Eat!"
Free the magic at once, outburst.
It releases a thorn forward that pierces everything in sight as it is.
A special blow - but Usat takes the thorn with a black coat that has changed like a fur and storms it as it destroys it.
"You can do anything you want!"
"That's the dialogue over here...!"
Melee to be fought again.
I grabbed Usat's collar and slammed him against the wall to the best of my ability as I prolonged the undecidable attack.
"Olah! Does this work?!?"
"Compared to the attack of the captain of the regiment to this extent, it doesn't hurt!!"
"What kind of torture are you usually subjected to, heh!!"
The walls with the clattering sound.
When I heard that noise, I made him hit the wall to throw the Usat with more force in cage, and the wall was destroyed without hesitation, and the Usat figure disappeared into the back of the white smoke.
What I hear continually is the sound of continuous destruction of the walls and - perhaps - the screams of soldiers who would have been in separate rooms.
"How about this...?"
Peek into the tip of the room filled with smoke rising from the broken rubble as you prepare your disturbed breath.
——— There's no reaction, and I can't hear you.
Did you pass out?
At that moment when such an idea was in my head, a silver shining arm grabbed my collar without sound from where I was even concerned about my sight with the smoke.
"You've had a lot of fun with your eyes, Oi"
"Oh, thank you?"
It was the ghost that bled out of his forehead that showed up, not Usat.
It seemed pretty damaging, but all the wounds on his forehead healed magically as well, and he punched his hard gripping left fist into my abdomen.
The defense made it.
But my body rises slightly into space without holding back the impact.
In that moment, Usato, who grabbed my leg, - runs straight to the opposite wall, wielding my body.
"Give it back!!"
"Oh, hey, don't do that!? Hey, whoa!?"
As of one day, it swings like a weapon - my whole body clashes against the wall.
A shock that knocks your whole body out.
"I know it doesn't work to this extent!"
"Guh!?"
My guy, with his right leg and left arm, who was paralyzed by the impact, goes straight to the wall as a bull, pushing through the underground space as he destroys the wall.
It usually hurts!?
"Olah!"
"Guha!?"
You finally got out into a big space, and at the end of the day, he throws my body away.
Looking around him as he was slapped to the ground, he apparently went out into the aisle.
"Do you still want to do it?"
"Ha ha, oh, you're still up to it..."
"Right."
He's falling on his back. To me, Usato waves his fist down without question.
Rolling in a mess, he pulled his fist off the floor, tongue-in-cheek as he rushed to avoid it.
"Oh, you have no mercy for the book!?"
"I'm tired of fighting you."
"--- is that right? I'm having fun."
In the first place, there aren't many guys who can fight me in the front cut.
Even the brave men of light showed blatant disgust in front of my greed for battle.
But you're not.
That day, he confronted me from the front only knowing how to fight with the first hinomoto he fought.
"A little more, huh?"
Maybe the answer to the choice is already out there.
What should I do now?
The Demon King probably left it to me to guard the door after understanding my mood.
"I knew you were strong."
"I'm not the only one. Ferm and I... we had company that we could rely on, so we have me now. If I'd been alone, I wouldn't have made it this far."
At a time when you can form friendships with the Devil Nation, you stand in a different perspective than the rest of us.
That can also be said to be one possibility of humans and demons.
"... you still want to do it?"
Ask me when you're up, Usato.
"Neither me nor you are so worn out. Just a little more, I'll have you hanging out with me."
……
Usato fisting quietly.
You're as disciplined as ever, and you have a troublesome way of living.
... No, is that the same for me?
That's how he realized, and stood his fist covered in black magic with a smile.