Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

Arms to be ripped off.

Xiamese vision.

Splashing blood.

A body that becomes immobile to the force of the spiral that is poured into it.

But one right arm is enough to slaughter all the copies of the Origin in front of you.

"- Huh!"

He was crushed to the throat and had no voice, but Flam's temper rocks the tingling and ambient air.

Whoa, whoa!

With a silent growl, he wielded a Zweihander with one hand.

The killing power of the sword itself, the plana put on top, plus the shock waves that occurred.

All power is stacked in the pile, and the upper body of the dead is blown away and scattered.

"... ahhh"

When the flesh finally regenerated and the pain eased, Fram exhaled heavily.

Because I just got out of the room and it looks like this, I feel considerate first.

I hope it came out well, but now what's going on from here?

The aim of Flam is not so much to crush this research facility as to crush a project called Necromancy itself.

I still shouldn't trust Origin or anything.

Together with shredding the power of the Church, he manages to convince Dafiz to give up his research.

Or - as a last resort, kill him.

Yeah, but it feels like killing a human being who can never be a bad guy for his own convenience loses something important as a person.

Besides, as long as Dafiz survives, we should be able to get information about Childrens, Kimyra, and even the upper ecclesiastical levels.

What we still need now is time for him to chill his head.

Milkit has been taken hostage, and Flam is still worried and can't help but worry, but perhaps he can't be a murderer.

Otherwise, you wouldn't conceive of using the power of Origin for the gentle purpose of resurrecting the dead.

He is a warm-hearted adult who can honor the lives of others.

That's why - it's hard to make you give up living with your own family.

Between the time he cools his head, we have to figure out a way to convince Flam too.

While you are taking a breath, the enemy is looming again.

Flam glances at them and now, once and for all, blows its body apart and clears the way.

Not so many humans should have lived in the facility.

In other words, the large number of people gathered here, outside the church - those who have influxed from the village.

Gadio and Eterna, I'm worried about ink, but not if I'm worried about someone else right now.

Walk through the gap that widened with an earlier blow, twisting forward between the arms to be stretched out, forward.

Keep going, we'll hit the street.

Check left and right, right in the direction of the entrance.

Flam turned left without hesitation and headed further back into the facility.

Running away is not the purpose, first of all, to give up time.

She confirms two small shadows forward.

The dead - no, the baby.

Both come close with highs, young children so young that they cannot yet stand on their own...... imitated it, a lump of meat.

Even so, it doesn't make any difference that you're someone you feel bad about.

Even the dead do.

Flam seems relentless at first glance to knock them down, but his mind is still sluggish.

No matter how much flesh you are being manipulated by the Origins, the feeling in your hands is the same as when you cut a human.

Besides, unlike Dayne's men, the original owner of the body is not Flam's enemy.

Killing innocent humans - just being aware of it seemed like something could be done with my head.

But if you don't do it, it's you who dies.

Yes, I've given you answers many times.

With a sharp eye, as we approach, we look to the child, who makes a tragic noise and warps.

If I looked closely, I could see the floor they were dealing with was grossly distorted.

Maybe that's what happened when I was Luke.

They also have the same power to distort the subject as the dead, and were maliciously directed to the flam -

"Phew!"

A sword swept up - beat it to the ground with momentum, causing the plana to explode.

Goo-hoo!

A chi sword storm (planastorm) burst and the babies caught in the storm were shattered and blown away.

A unique odor fills the hallway, and blood and parts of the body stick to the floor and walls.

But the pieces of flesh twisted and kept moving as if they were still alive.

The direction we're headed is constant.

As I turned back the way I came - two women stood as Flam looked forward at them creepingly.

"A baby... a woman... maybe those two are mothers?

The flesh pieces may be trying to get back to their mother.

I wonder what would happen if I went back.

Luco's body has been left alone, but Fram doesn't know what happened to that twisted meat after that.

The only thing that's clear is - it just means it's not going to be a lot of things back.

Because Origin fools (...).

At one point, he multiplied his eyeballs and killed people.

And now, I'm imitating love.

“Let me fulfill your wish," he said, giving strength as he gazed down from above.

You must be laughing at a human being who leaves himself to the happiness of the moment, knowing that what awaits at the end of it is ruin.

So - this is the salvation of a grieving soul in the afterlife, yes, tell yourself - slash and lay down two mothers.

Flam stopped on the spot and turned around.

The pieces of flesh, which had previously been fibrillated while snapping against the wall, have fallen to the floor and are still ticklish.

Is it the effect of the mother's (really) inactivity?

"Life is connected... no, I guess that means it was part of my body. It wasn't a child, it was just a piece of meat that separated..."

I suppose he tried to reproduce the phenomenon of pregnancy (an event) that occurs in the human body when he becomes an Origin.

Cells are grown abnormally in the uterus, and chunks of meat produced are analyzed and inherited as features of the body information of the mother and father to create a human form.

And lay it off.

That is - it is not a child or the like, but a type of tumor (Sarcoma).

If the father is a dead person and the mother is a living person, it is believed that it can provide a function similar to the fluid the father spits out.

In the end, it's not people who are born.

Because both parents need to have normal souls in order to create new life.

It was a flam to stop and think about unexpectedly, but I can hear the footsteps of a novice.

As he tongued, he went further back beyond the body.

And you get to the most suspicious door in the lab.

It was locked there and even had countless chains wrapped around the door knob.

Flam broke the chain without hesitation, eating his soul, slammed through the door, and went down the dark staircase leading to the other side of it - the basement.

◇ ◇ ◇

Karan - A knife spills out of Dafiz's hand.

That was just after I stopped hearing the fight from outside the room.

This means that the flam has left, so there is no longer a need to take hostages.

And when he releases the mill kit, he flutters, holds his head with one hand on the desk.

Make yourself feel strongly sorry for what you did.

Milkit glanced at him with eyes visible from the gap in the bandage, unusual and strong for her.

"Do you think that if your husband dies, that will solve the situation now?

The truth is, I wanted to go outside after Flam.

But Milkit and I don't want to die in vain, suppress desire, and rebuff Dafiz.

"... I don't think so, even me. I understand that it's not too much of an occasion."

"Then why did you kick your husband out?

"I have dedicated more than ten years of my life to this research!? And I got my loved ones back, even my family! Giving up here means I lose everything here - my wife, my children, my life! I don't know... there's no way you can accept that because you're wrong...

Even if that was a bluff.

Susie came back and spent time as a lover.

Time I was chased to study and prepare to be a good father, happy to get pregnant.

And the time Luco was born and spent as a family - all of which is what Dafiz has actually been through.

"Mr. Luco... No, that (...) is not a child. It was a real monster."

"Did you meet that girl?

"Yes. I thought you were approaching us leaving the room, and my body started turning in a mess. At the end of the day, he didn't even look human anymore."

Dafiz bites his teeth and squeezes the hand he places on his desk.

"I've always had a feeling... Are you sure this is okay, it's not going too well, or it's going to break suddenly one day?"

"Then why didn't you stop until today?

"Just like I said. The hanging bait was too appealing. I couldn't refuse. So I came to this day to say that I had no problems, I was perfect. [M] Because if you're not more confident in yourself than you need to be, you're about to get an inconvenient image into your sight."

So, I've never had a problem with it before.

At least not until Flam comes.

"Mr. Dafiz, aren't there any other devices available to stop the core from functioning?

"There isn't. Even if it did, I'm not going to start it."

"Why!? You know, you're nowhere near Mr. Dafiz's family anymore!

"For me to be me... because Mr. Flam will have trouble if he doesn't die"

The existence of family and research is no longer an identity to him.

It's wrong, even if you're told the truth, abandoning it is synonymous with your own death.

No matter how ugly you imitate it, if you don't stick around, everything that makes up a personality called Dafiz will break.

Milkit was furious with his jokes like that.

Grabbing his clothes with both hands, he stares at them at close range.

Dafiz nodded like a jerk, turning his gaze away, and said to himself carelessly.

"Being looked at like that doesn't change the answer. If you were in the same position as me, you would be."

That can be said again the other way around.

If Dafiz were in Milkit's position, he would equally - no, he would summon more violently.

I understand, that's why he can't go out strong on Milkit.

"If your husband survived by defeating everyone in this village, what would you do?

"It's impossible. Unfortunately, this is not an establishment to create weapons, unlike Childrens and Kimyra. But - my wife, Susie, was an A-rank adventurer in her lifetime. Moreover, it is now able to deal with the influence of Origin in a colourful way and even with its power. You can't win, Mr. Flamm."

I haven't encountered Flam and Susie herself yet.

But if Flam keeps on running, they'll eventually bump into each other.

"Mr. Gadio and Mr. Eterna."

"They are people on this side (...), not on your side"

Milkit silent in repentance.

Even she wanted to believe about the two of us.

But they had disappeared silently to the Flams, visiting Sheol.

They were in contact with the dead and had a tender look that they had never shown in the Wang capital.

Gadio and Eterna today. - Milkit could not be trusted completely.

"Susie can't beat Mr. Flamm alone. Absolutely."

Dafiz declares once again.

"You trust your wife a lot."

"Yes, because I love you"

With a grieving smile, he said.

Milkit sees the look on his face, listens to the words, understands.

I haven't been able to name it for a long time, my thoughts on the flam in me.

I tried all kinds of naming, but none of it stuck.

Hope to even exhaust it.

Trust her unconditionally.

The name of that emotion - something that finally fits perfectly - Milkit finally found it.

"Then even your husband will never lose. They will definitely break it down and come back."

"Why... can you say all that?

I know the answer.

"If you call your feelings about trusting Mr. Susie love..."

Milkitt stretched his chest and proclaimed it grandiose.

"Because I love your husband more than that."

◇ ◇ ◇

As I descend the stairs, I think about the mill kit left in Dafiz's room by myself.

My life can't be threatened, so sure, I still can't help but care.

Go back now, but there's no way I can go back so soon and talk to Dafiz or anything like that.

I just had to believe in her safety and get away with it.

"This place... what?

It was a long, dark hallway down the stairs.

The left and right walls are fitted with metal doors that appear to be somewhat sturdy, and the lights inside leak from the windows with iron lattices on them.

There seems to be another door in the back, but it starts in the near field.

As Fram approached him, he peered into the room.

"Become..."

Out of the question.

So what she saw - like the spiral children Spiral Childrens, her face became a swirl of flesh, because it was a human figure.

The interior of the room was just as tidy as where the flams were staying, and he sat on the couch and even spit red fluid out of the vortex to pollute the floor.

As Fram observes the situation flashly for a while, he notices his gaze and walks up to the near door.

Unexpectedly backwards, guttan on the back, and hits the door of another room.

Buju, buju.

Hearing the slightest noise heard over the wall, Flum, who turned around slightly, similarly looks directly at the vortex of meat staring at this one through the window, at close range.

"Hey do it!

I accidentally shouted in a high voice.

"What, this... what, here... ugh!?

There are a number of similar rooms lined up behind the hallway.

On closer observation, there was a red face stuck on all its windows, staring at the flam.

My lungs tremble and I can't breathe well.

Flam repeatedly breathes rough as he halves his mouth open and lets his shoulders go up and down.

Then he swallowed the saliva accumulated in his mouth as he moved his throat.

"Ha... ha... maybe to resuscitation, the failed people... what?

People who can't keep their origins under control and can't go back.

But Dafiz treated even them like that as human beings.

Though we were pushed into the basement like this, we gave each of them a room and took care to live comfortably.

◇ ◇ ◇

Bee, Bee, Bee - an alarm sounds in Dafiz's room.

He grinned powerlessly as he turned his gaze to the little crystal that glowed on his desk.

"What's that noise?

"Oh, apparently...... in that place, Mr. Flam has stepped in. Then you may not have to fight Susie anymore."

"Answer the question properly, Mr. Dafiz!

Ignoring Milkit, who roughs up his voice, Dafiz puts his hand on a glowing crystal.

And three times, he poured magic into the space between them.

Then the sound stops ringing.

It is a system for detecting intruders underground, but it can perform different operations depending on the pattern of magic flowing into the crystal.

Stop alarm in one go.

Emergency blockade underground on two occasions.

On three occasions...

◇ ◇ ◇

Gacha!

From the perimeter of the flam going back down the hallway, there was a sound of the key opening (...).

And when I wonder if the door knobs in all the rooms have been brutally twisted, one failing dead comes out of the inside.

The more he went in the back, the more he had lost the shape of a person, and some of them crawled over at different speeds, even though they were only one hand, or moved like spiders, with about ten hands and feet cleverly used.

What's more - from the stairs that Flam came down earlier, the dead who were on the ground descend.

She crosses her sword on the spot and ejects the plana shield.

"This is it!

The dead in front of us should be able to sweep away - it was.

But in fact, the only thing that could be defeated was the whole thing that was in front of us.

He stopped the blow all over his body at the expense of his right hand, which his second body protruded forward.

The failures that were underground are distinctly different from those on earth.

It may indeed be a failure from the point of view of human resuscitation.

But if you look at it as a weapon that uses Origin's power - this one is overwhelmingly higher.

The number is about twenty at most.

But still, it is too much of a threat.

Zoku.

Flam felt signs of imminent threat from behind and jumped back to the side.

Bash!

Shortly afterwards, the very force that spun her arms fast (...) blurred and cut the meat off.

There is almost no pain to this extent.

But it's pretty nasty when all the enemies here are going to use ranged attacks.

Set up a sword and kick the ground flam first to reduce the aliens present in the back.

Then they line up on the horizontal line, yet another dead man rides up the second step, blocking the escape route to the top as well.

And at the same time - he pulled his fist, shook his legs, let the meat swirl - unleashed a barrage of spirals.

Not dots, surfaces.

An overwhelming wall of destructive force (...) pushes from right in front of you.

"Huh... invert (River)... do it. (Sal) Huh!

Place the soul eater in front of you and instill the magic of inversion.

But that doesn't cover the whole body.

Dogagagagagagagagaga!

The spiral that hits the torso undergoes reverse rotation by inverted magic, losing energy and disappearing.

Other than that, on the other hand, he relentlessly shredded the flesh of the flam.

My ears blow, my cheeks cut a thousand times, my right finger gripping the pattern blows to pieces, and my left arm, which I couldn't protect with my sword, is turned into a hive.

Mainly the left half - both the torso and the leg, the damaged part was nicely rounded but not fatally wounded.

Flam laughs.

Rather, it's a stray bullet, and the number of enemies behind me should be decreasing, because I thought so.

And when she turned around, there was - a figure of the dead trying to take in the spiral force received and make their next shooting.

"You're lying -!?"

Flam's smile catches my eye.

By the time she saw it, it was already just before it was released.

The same barrage as earlier strikes the flam this time from the opposite direction.

You can't spread magic all over your body in time now.

At the very least - as long as you protect your head and your heart, you won't die any time soon.

At this point, throw away your hands and feet.

I don't know what happens after that, but right now, I just need to think about surviving this moment.

Zudododododododododododododododododododododododododododod!

There is no art of exchange, the flesh of the flam that is ravaged.

Shot through, pierced, red fragments dance through the universe like borough cloth.

"Ah... gi, giggle...!

Exactly all this was painful even if the equipment was reducing the pain.

Even consciousness is about to blow up.

"Mi, y... oh... Mi, come,... oh!

I just strongly thought of her and stopped connecting.

Can't die, can't die, can't die?

However, although only the area where the magic resided just before was painfully protected - docha, and the body of a flam filled with holes all over the body except the head, is thrown out onto the floor.

My heart is safe because I was protecting it with an "inversion”.

My hands and feet are scattered and I can't move.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh..."

I try to move around by twisting my body, but before that, the hand of the monster approaches her.

Only the right half was an enlarged alien individual - he observed his body twitching and regenerating as he lifted the flam.

And besides, on the swirl of flesh on his face, he hit the cut surface of the red left shoulder draining blood.

Gu-chu.

Flam felt a soft, raw, unpleasant sensation on the wound.

"Ugh... Egg..."

Puke up vomiting.

Even more intensely, I wonder if the mouth of the monster has rubbed, something sharp eats into the freshly regenerated meat.

It is chewing.

They ate only the healed portion of the flesh to stop the regeneration of the flesh of the flam.

A vortex of meat is also pressed against the right shoulder, and the other parts are killed one after the other.

"but ahhh, ahhh... ha, ha, ha... gi... ha!

They don't kill Flam.

I didn't kill him, I kept him alive without moving, and - sooner or later, I had to send him to the body of the Origin, that's what I was thinking.

The pain, suffering and physiological disgust with which the meat is constantly eaten and chopped.

Tasting them, Fram thinks.

How so-so - you can eat meat full of magic and plana, looking so delicious, right?

Gopah!

As the flowers blossom, the bodies of the compounds that ate the flam's body burst simultaneously.

She was thrown to the floor by the shock.

As the blood pours like rain, I crawl desperately through my two arms that I was finally able to regenerate.

There was no sexual punishment, and another chemical reached for the flam.

Twist, roll, and dodge your body.

Elbows, even thighs regenerate - travel even faster.

Their attacks do not arrive flirting with obsession rather than their movements.

When my arms all regenerated, it was already totally Flam's pace.

It seems that you no longer know which one is a monster, but the extended hand shakes off with a sword, the force of the released helix flaunts a part of your body, but comes off, and finally, you reach the door at the far back of the hallway.

Open it so you stick around and let your body slide into the gap while relieving yourself that it's not locked.

And I immediately closed it.

Even if you do this desperately, all you can do is buy time for your feet to regenerate.

"Also in a room I don't know..."

Though it was nice to go in without checking inside, what was behind the door was a slightly wider space.

Round room with high ceilings and deep holes in front.

There was a golden net passage going on over the hole, but it was interrupted along the way.

I don't see anything like a door anywhere on the wall, so I guess this room means the deepest underground.

Where his legs regenerated, Flam walks over the aisle and peeks into the hole below.

At the bottom of it, blurry, I could see something moving.

When you gaze at something like a chunk of meat, you can see that it is an object with hands, feet, and face that you can hardly recognize as part of a human being.

I'm not surprised most of the time anymore.

"I see. Anything worse than an earlier failure is dumped here."

Poor corpses, who were no longer judged pointless to give the room.

Even if it creates this hell, did Dafiz not realize that his research was a mistake?

"Yeah, but until then, I want to keep going... don't feel like I know a little bit..."

Even if I am in a situation where I would give up if I were normal, I can get up again if I think of Milkit.

Sometimes the feeling of thinking of others leads people in the wrong direction, especially.

But sometimes they give themselves the power to cross the limits of their abilities.

Gagowong!

As the flam peeks down in loneliness, the door blows up and our monsters push us to the room first.

And the hunted down flam - I mean, I jumped down there myself.

While falling, crush one.

"Then even to me... do it, there's nothing you can't do"

To cut through this situation.

Believe in possibilities, beyond the limits of today, beyond.

"Ha-ha-ha!

When she grabbed the sword, she first (...) stuck it to the bottom at the same time as landing.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A rising storm blows the dead.

Firstly, the Chi Sword Storm (Plana Storm) ensures space.

"Gravity, flip it. (Riversal) Heh!

And leap.

By inverting that force that bound herself, she flew high - and landed (...) on the ceiling.

The aliens looking up at the flam.

She kicks right into the ceiling, unlocks magic at the same time, punches the biggest blow into the monster with the power of altitude minutes.

"Ouch, ooh, ooh!

Goh - doggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!

A large crater occurs on the floor slapped on the soul eater.

The entrance was blown up with all the surrounding walls, and there was a big hole.

The impact is even deeper into the corridor beyond it and the floors and walls are deeply determined.

Naturally - the chemicals that were within that range had almost stopped functioning.

Some of them are still moving, meat was about to start twisting and curing, but the flam quickly destroys the stump core.

"... depending on the idea, right? It's hard to handle, but if I can use it better, I still feel like I can do a lot of things."

Her looks at her palm and realizes the dexterity of the power of "inversion”.

Even as we do this, the dead come down one after the other.

But the dead on earth cannot be wounded unless they touch the flam.

As long as you take the right distance and deal with it, it's not a big threat.

Before she thought so, a woman appeared with a distinctly different atmosphere than the other dead.

"Mr. Susie......"

She's an A-rank adventurer, not a one-sided opponent.

Even more so if you are under the power of Origin Core.

Plus, for some reason on her arm - Luco, who should have knocked him down, is held without a scratch.

I guess that should no longer be considered a kind of “means of attack” for Susie.

Flam raises his sword high and refines the plana.

And walking over, she waved down where she was in time, releasing her sword chi.