Bra -, what was it?
Looking down at the burning cusp that didn't even impress the name, Dino snarls his neck.
As such, he voiced pleasantly.
"- Oi. Come out."
Answer the call and a white shadow rises in a narrow dark alley.
"Hi-ha... have you noticed? That's right, I should say."
Dressed in white, little old man.
He was a familiar person. He showed up when he went to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Dealey about Redrack.
"Omei... er, what is it? Was that Dr. Goldball?
"Kinzor."
Even provocation doesn't change the old man's grin. Same as when I saw it in that abandoned factory.
"I see. Nantka just now made me tail up, and Omei was willing to" fuse "and take away the part of her soul and heart," Prarna ". Then bring him in stronger. Whatever it takes."
"Hi-hi... your lord was strong. Even if you were no match for that brave man."
"Chi......"
"Hi-ha. But Brandall, even though it was the high rate of conformity, was it the mediocre chanter Magee?" Absorption "is not used properly either. When it comes to the power of" Penta, "I wonder if it's easy to exercise. Is there anyone who is convenient and has a high fitting rate while standing up..."
"Omei, what mon are you?
"Oh, Lord Dino, who does not care about the presence of insects, is concerned about this eagle? It's not an honor."
Words are backbellies. Kinzor distorts his wrinkled face into the shape of a laugh, as he mocks it.
"Lord. Brandal's earlier story, aren't you willing to give it a ride?
"What are you talking about trying to stab me from behind? Missed it and then just disappear, Bokezi."
Faintly to the word, Kinzor made the root of his eyebrows into eight letters.
"Hmm... by defeat, I thought I'd be a little humbled. Is this it? Even though I'm still a teenager, I can't cure rotten sexual roots.... because of this, your Lord's area... suppose to remove it and go home?
Dino laughs at the words with his nose.
At the same time he laughed, producing a pillar of flame in his right hand, swinging it straight down to Kinzor. Decide the wall behind you and crush it to the cobblestone at your feet. And the earth fell, and the flames gushed in the narrow space, and the fire powder and the stone pieces fell.
"Am I annoying you? Ozychan."
Dino extinguishes the flames and sighs like crap. Every stone wall doesn't even give me a glimpse into a broken alley. How many times have you sighed just today? Tired of it, Dino walks out to return to his lodging.
Signs.
The air moves.
"- Hey. I haven't messed up yet."
Close, my voice sounded.
And Dino's neck is about to catch his breath of murder.
Dino flew to the side in an aggressive fashion. A few moments later, a glimmer of light shone through the space where the youth's neck was located.
How was the pillar of flame swallowed? Kinzor, whose fingertips glowed white, lingered with a grin on them.
(- You jizzy...!
Dino creates a running stream of flames and wipes out the Kinzor, which is still in the air, as a feather.
The flame tore.
Dino opens his eyes wide with red balls.
Following the five-finger trajectory wielded by the old man, the flame was broken. Kinzor lands quickly as he scatters the flames with his white glowing fingertips. But it didn't seem to 'put it out' completely, and there was a small fire all over the white coat. When the old man quickly took off his clothes, he crawled on all fours like a beast and took an intermission with Shakashaka with his wormed creepy behavior.
"Ooh!? Ha-ha-ha, what's that Dasse move! Amenbo up on land!?
but the move. Clearly it was an anomaly.
That skill of striking Dino, turning him into a counterattack, and extinguishing the flames. A quick four-legged walk that doesn't seem to belong to a person.
And - I took off my white coat, the flesh beneath it.
He wore a sleeveless tunic, but it was so tight that he didn't think it was an old man's body.
A bright flesh, in conflict with the carved face of a deep wrinkle.
Only part of the left shoulder is unusually white. I wonder, some of the neck muscles are exposed to shallow black scalp. Some uncomfortable body, as if that's all someone else's skin is stuck to.
"Jizzy...... what mon?
As if that attitude is what it is, let the old man crawl on all fours.
"Hi-ha... right. If you tell it to go through - attributes are fusion. Will the two names be" Creator "Glade Theol"? "Penta," Kinzor Granshua - but I thought I'd name it. "
"... 'Penta', so...?
Exactly. Dino couldn't hide his surprise.
An attribute I've never heard of, such as fusion. The technique that enables the practice of site transplantation, etc. Obviously, I thought I'd draw a line from normal.
"Well, well, well. See you later."
The beast of flames laughs.
"So... Omei, you're not from this country, are you?
"Well, yeah."
Kinzor Granshua from "The Creator" Gladetheol. Never heard of it. Possible pseudonyms, but their peculiar abilities are not false. If I were to tell you to go through, the old man spoke. It would also be possible that Dino came from a far away land, like he did not know.
"F......, Kuk"
Uncomfortable, Dino makes his shoulder tremble louder.
"What's wrong? Kid."
"Ear, because wow..."
Combat between transcendents is forbidden by the state.
but that's a story between 'penta' in the country. One of the reasons is not to cause damage to the surrounding area, but this is, to the point of boredom, the law laid down to avoid the national property crushing each other.
"- I mean, you can fight 'Penta' on Nashi for any blame!
Dino rushes over in an instant, grinding away his flame-wrapped arm.
Kinzor walks on all fours and behaves like a beast. He snapped at the stone wall and crawled up the wall all at once.
"Ouioi, Amenbo is next, what the hell is Temei!
But behind the lines, Dino can't hide his pleasure.
This is the first time anyone, other than "He", has committed an attack with the intention of killing him.
Crawling up the wall, Kinzor stands straight on the fence and looks down at the young man.
"You're a total combat maniac. dating pretty."
"Ouioi, you're not running away, are you, Ozzy Chan? That's not true. It's been fun."
"You're not the only one having fun. As you can see, I don't really like rough things in old bodies."
Well said, Dino laughs without speaking up.
From this old man who manifested his nature, there is a rotten odor. I enjoy killing people, the smell of the Dark Residents.
That, too, is badly screwed.
A way of using and discarding fused humans, like Redrack and earlier men. I enjoy it from the bottom of my heart. The rotten smell of distorted pleasure is leaking.
"Well... if you want to fight the strong so much, you can wait a long time. Sooner or later, this technology of fusion will be born. God is equal."
"He's the one who made it, right? I don't think I can expect it. Omei herself is still going to enjoy it."
"Do you want to fight so hard? Then wait. I'll make that wish come true."
Dino throws a fireball created on his left hand with no chant.
The red-hot blow lands on the fence and winds up the flames, but...
".................. chip"
I haven't hit it. He got away.
Sensing the heat source reaction keep away at a tremendous rate, Dino strikes his tongue.
That's right, old man, should I say. He's not willing to ride a cheap provocation.
Surrounded by the silence and darkness of the previous battles lies.
"- That's right, dammit. It's not tight."
The fun times are over.
Now it's time to head to Affordability, Dino walks out in the dark.
I've been thinking about this for the past week.
What should I do?
The answer is, it's not going to come out.
Fortunately, though, I have power. I have time. I also have money.
I don't even need to go to college. I would have to be tested regularly by Dr. Lockwave if it were meant to be, but I haven't been tested in a while. That would also be now. I'm not going to be a Raindeer.
... In the first place, the reason I joined the college can be so lame. Around the time, maybe.
'Well, but this is the time. With your power, you can do anything. If the country really doesn't work, it's a mercenary in every store... you can do it yourself. But in that case, I don't think it's going to be a good idea to stay in Wang Du. "
Such Odillon's words come back to life.
Fighting the Black Boy, scolded by the brave men of "Dragon's Destruction". I just fought, the fight against Kinzor.
Frankly, it was fun.
If we go out there, will we get another fight like this?
I thought that would be fine, as long as the fact was the strongest. All I want is the fame that the title produces. That's like Geisserius, whose name everyone knows.
But something that overflows from the depths of my heart by battle exalts me.
My previous life may have been a battle freak I couldn't help myself with.
"In the meantime, is it your hand to keep up the momentum?"
Upon entering Affordable Accommodation, the owner of the inn, who was completely familiar with him, swept back to the counter. A magnificent man with an evil beard does not look like a very decent man of the job. I don't even have an attitude of welcoming guests in the first place.
But he's a man with a loving spirit in a way: offering 'any human being' lodging at a low price.
Most importantly, the room is indistinguishable from garbage storage and there is no meal. It just provides a private room to outrun the rainstorm until it is full.
The Lord of the Inn has called out with his eyes dropped on the daily newspaper.
"Whoa, Dino. Thank you for working. So, you didn't suddenly fuck him flashy outside? I heard you go this far."
"If you're complaining, tell the bugs that get involved. You've been here twice."
Returning without even looking at the Lord, Dino heads to the room where he was staying continuously.
Through the narrow hallway, let's go into the room - I remembered that the door was locked. but just because it would be weird to retrieve the key, it opens up forcefully with a reinforced arm. Sounded like a tall noise, and a broken clasp struck the universe.
"Dino, you bastard!" Ignoring the Lord's anger, which is heard, "he gathered all his personal belongings, gold, and everything scattered in the narrow borough room, which he also packed into the sack of hemp that had been left in the corner of the room.
He leaves the room in the bag, walks sloppily, and goes to the father of the counter. He threw a bunch of bills for a million escorts at the lord of the inn, who hung his eyebrows and stared at him.
"I took care of you"
What are you doing out there?
"Oh."
"That's ikinari. You had something to do with Don Patchi earlier?
"By no means. When I was released, I thought I'd put my bra on outside."
"Wang Du are you leaving? Is Ate you?"
"It's okay with you. A journey, a journey."
"Heh... as whimsical as ever - he's a funny kid. Damn it."
"Uh-oh."
Both sides, slap lightly and laugh at each other.
The Lord threw his voice as Dino returned his heel intact and put his hands on the entrance and exit doors.
Have a good trip.
"Ooh."
Return without turning around and roll out into the darkness outside.
It must be because of the cloudy weather all day, it seems Ish Marni is unwilling to show up at night, and the sky is surrounded by the darkness of the abyss.
He really seems to be himself, such as traveling unwatched by God.
This body has always been abandoned by God.
Step out, thinking that in a self-derisive way.
Thus - Dino Gailroen disappeared into the midst of the night darkness.
Once, Weird Old walks through the city at night.
If you look around, a flock of people surrounded by some floating atmosphere. Despite everyday nights, there are obviously many people on the street.
From the outdoor seats along the street, you can hear the young men squirming their cups.
"You, what was it like during the day? Museum, you went to see it, didn't you? You turned from a wild horse to a hostage, didn't you?
"No, that was awesome. I wondered what I would do when they told me that the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb was planted... But I thought the king would do something about it, and I could see his work as the brave man in the example" Dragon Doom. "
"Your Majesty, after drinking the demands of the enemy, you completely crushed it, didn't you? That's amazing, that one."
"All the hostages were safe. Some of the soldiers got hurt."
Talking excitedly, they don't seem to be exhausted.
Kinzor Granshua giggles secretly.
- That's what I did.
It was myself who set Norstación on fire and provided the people with an extraordinary excitement. Even for that norstación, it was you who suggested that the 'fusion' would increase your power and make you dream of a revolution.
I am now - creating people, moving people.
Exactly, a place equal to God's.
Rest assured, you stupid folk grass.
Now, this isn't the kind of thing... I'm going to offer you more entertainment.
While people want peace, deep down they expect 'something'.
Then why don't you live up to that expectation? As in the prestigious "Yimi" called "Creator" Glade Theol ".
If I were you, I could recreate the calamity of the magnitude that Vinturasia bewitched by the "Secretary of Dragon's Destruction".
Huh. That jumped into Kinzor's sight as he walked down the street with a damn grin.
"... oh. This is this. Hi-ha."
It was an arrangement affixed to the stone wall of the building.
Dancing on brown, coarse paper, letters' subject to restraint 'or' Kinzor '. Amount payable. A sketch painted in black monochrome.
He was an old man who laughed at the bottom of his heart more manly, but should I praise him for grabbing that trait with less information?
It would seem different to just use quality paint, but if you use quality paper or dye paint in the instructions to stick it all over the city, poor people and others will take it away.
Anyway,
(... Ha)
the prize neck subject to restraint, the treatment of On the arrangement, today's date. I mean, something that hasn't been put up for a while.
Are you trying to capture yourself alive over this period?
I hear Ardia is a sharp man. but is this wrong to see the other person's power? Otherwise...
"Mm..."
So I casually put my hand on my belly, and Kinzor realized for the first time.
Casali, the dry feeling.
It's not just people who go out with each other. He seemed expensive himself. I had no idea so far.
Look, some of the flanks are carbide black. Dino's blow must have blurred.
This body... I don't feel any pain now. but there's no reason to leave it like this.
Rounding his neck, he caught sight of a woman sitting in the corner of the city.
Beautiful woman with a flashy figure. He was a shoplifting whore. Twenty there when I was old. The stretched brown hair is smooth and its young skin is bright.
'This woman will do you good'.
Kinzor, slowly walking over to the woman, spoke weakly.
"The young lady there... may I have a moment?"
I wonder if he's a guest, an old man like dead, but if you look closely, he's flashy injured on the flank - something like that.
The whore turns from a disappointing look to a surprised face.
"There's a little injury on this flank, it's hard. Can you give me a hand?"
"Well, even if they say so. I can't use the art of recovery..."
I know, you whore. If you can handle good technique, you wouldn't be doing whores or anything.
Kinzor giggles with his lowliness in his heart.
"On the other street, I'll keep you waiting. Excuse me, can I borrow your shoulder?
That said, the action after entering the dim alley was swift.
Kinzor quickly flashed his dull lighted right hand against the woman who lent him his shoulder and lined up beside him.
The light flashes through the woman's neck.
The whore didn't even leak her voice and let a large amount of blood splash out of her neck incision like that instead. The assault also takes into account the angle of the incision. Without bathing in returning blood, Kinzor carves a grin of joy into its face. I enjoy the process of losing a woman's life.
Now, it was a familiar gesture as if to do a job with a set procedure. It is also a testament to the fact that similar acts have been repeated more than once.
throwing the body of the powerless woman to the thin dirty ground,
"Hi-hi... I'm sorry. It's not 'shoulders' you borrow, it's 'bellies' what."
The fine dust also told him in a grievous voice, and made the whore's clothes only be worn.
Besides, I stick my right hand in the woman's abdomen. The feeling of puffy skin tearing and fingertips screwed inside the warm meat.
Keep your fingers crawling like a circle, ripping the meat out of your bushes. I took a piece of my belly, literally.
I'll put it up at eye level.
"Ho..."
That lump of meat returns a glowing elasticity to your fingertips. Yellow, loose fat dripping down the back of a white, beautiful skin covered surface layer.
But even the odd old man felt that the difference would rather trigger excitement.
Kinzor switches chunks of meat to his left hand, and now he carefully cuts and discards his belly - the carburized part - with his right hand. Then he pushes the meat of the woman in his left hand against his stomach.
"Hihi, fuhi..."
Kinzor nearly drowned in covetousness at the feeling of meat intertwining, mixing and becoming his thing.
Pleasure that only you will taste. That all-powerful sensation makes Kinzor's brain wander with far stronger stimulation than intercourse and so on now that he is old.
The right hand of death that wears everything, the left hand of life that borders everything.
Kinzor thus continued to replace degraded body parts with new ones.
The repeated body of Tsugi Hagi has distinctly different colors and flesh qualities depending on the area, making it feel exactly as uncomfortable as it is forcing it to stop connecting.
But the old man was even starting to feel divine there.
It is not flesh as it is given to God. It rebels against the phenomenon of aging, which everyone cannot resist, creating and transforming flesh as they wish.
"Grandpa, stop"
"Ojiichan"
"Ojiichan dokoni Illno Ojiichan"
Every time I'm delayed in this act, I remember my first night. Cut, connect. Chisel, meet.
I remember that night, clearly recognizing that it transcended humanity.
The main body of Kinzor's divine chant, Oracle, was this.
It was only in the last few years that I realized that I could take away the part where my soul and heart strength, Prarna, lived. All I've ever known in nearly a hundred years of my life was to just disconnect and connect.
What a careless time you had. He wasted a great deal of time unaware of his true ability to sleep in himself.
Kinzor, who had the flesh of a woman as his possession, slapped the pom and stomach, confirming the feeling.
That's all the newly repainted wall-like whiteness. Luminous texture. Woman's soft skin. Satisfied Kinzor begins walking down the dark night alley. Hit me.
Now, Norstación was also a toy to enjoy inside. What kind of lost lamb will you give me next, 'power'?
I'd still like to try some experimental operations.
Quiet ripples spread through Kinzor's ears as he dreamed. Atmospheric swings that draw multiple rings. If you play it with your fingers and receive it,
"Excuse me. Are you okay, Doctor?"
Before responding, a low, laboring man's voice woods the spirit.
"Oh, Mercosia? Speaking of which, I thought you said you'd be in touch at night."
Because of the excitement, or I was completely oblivious. But the person in the correspondence doesn't even see a bare gesture that offends the mood with it. Conversely, sound a caring heavy bass.
"Ha. This time, we came into contact with a more dangerous" diety. "I thought you were worried, but still... '
"Hi-ha. The Lord is not worried. And, Mercosia, in this country, it's not 'Penta'. You should refrain from speaking to the Gentiles. If it is perceived to be heretical or something like that in a country of faith, how can it be seen? It's horrible."
I wonder if I should keep my mouth shut about the belly injury, Kinzor laughed in the back of his throat. I'm talking about this guy, I could say I'm gonna go get Dino's neck right now, etc.
'Ha... sorry. and that "penta" is'
"Unfortunately, he could have escaped."
'Was it? But that would be best if the teacher were safe. You will also receive arrangements in the land. In the future, it would be better if I took over the business.'
"Let's just say I think about it. Mostly because if you take away your job, you won't have much to do."
To a serious man, the old man laughed.
"And you got rid of that one?
'Ha, without delay. The target bandits are devastated. Eighteen members, all bodies have been recovered.'
"Hi-ha, that's right. Destroy a group of thieves on a single horse... as a fairy tale, but it is difficult to actually become a first-class knight. Your Lord's martial arts... you see, something like that"
- Systema, sir.
"Right, right, right, right, right. The fusion of the Lord's true art, Shinsei Jutsu, and martial arts, is the ultimate as a warrior."
"Is…, an honor"
Mercosia replied with a low or heavy voice that seemed to even bow her head across the communication.
"Now... let's start by sorting the organs. It's not a repetition of these authentic tasks."
"Ha. I'll be waiting for you"
Finishing the correspondence, the old man starts walking again.
Mercosia is right, she is now in a position to be targeted for her personality. I have also been able to grasp the compatibility and properties of fusion. It was about time I wanted to 'create' a soldier loyal to me.
Mercosia is a tremendous force, even on single horseback, but has never crossed the line with high force.
Repeat attempts and failures to create something new.
This process was delightful and helpless for Kinzor.
A nightmarish old man, ninety-one years old, who himself spreads a calamity for joy, disappears into the streets at night.
Rise and shine in darkness.
A thin blanket on his body slipped off the bed.
…………
Rather than picking it up, Nastudio just sighs.
Light the fingertips and check the clock on the pillow. It's only half the night. I think I woke up halfway through it.
Brandal, the remnant of Norstación that he escaped.
There seemed to be hit-and-run suspicious figures all over the place, but he's a phony hired for money. He said he was planning to flee the country.
If things were carried according to the reading, the real thing would be turned into a charcoal extinguishing by now. You may get information about 'fusion' if you secure it, but you can't expect much.
... Most importantly, I wanted to give 'Opt' a quick break.
I didn't dare tell Dino anything.
Even Nastudio is about to change the color of your eyes in a literal sense, a delicacy called Dino Gailroen. Built "Miscellaneous Items" do not and will not do at foot.
Fourth-place Dino and second-place Doniola are essentially 'different'. Sometimes it will be because of the constant presence of oneself in the struggle, there is no such thing as alarm or gap. I can say it has properties close to me.
Only those two didn't miss the 'shake' when the hallucinations were activated, even in the College's 'Penta'. Though it is probably the first place I have unconsciously torn as a result.
Fu,
Copy that. The dean's godchildren, I'll bring them home safely. "
During the day, such a boy's words came back to life. The boy that even Dino has left.
As proclaimed, he succeeded in helping Leafia... the Belgrettes.
Furthermore, knowing the risks, he seems to have decided to become a guerrilla. It doesn't just get flushed, it also has a solid core.
... that's a young boy there. I suppose it makes me smile when I think about how much I want to be with Belgrette.
I saved the college. Saved the Gertillude sisters. Saved Mia. And this time.
I couldn't break the hallucinations of my first sight, and at first, honestly, I thought that what he did was an exaggerated rumor.
"Ariu Milugo, huh..."
Boo, the light at your fingertips lit.
The woman hasn't noticed.
That his eyes, illuminated by thin lights, dwell in the glow of loose gold.