I might have said that the hell that spreads in front of me is a "familiar sight” if it's a flam.
It wasn't as surprising to Maria as it was to Cyril in every sense.
My expression has remained stiff ever since I woke up.
The sound of something bumping into you from afar, and crying.
The soft feel transmitted to the soles of the feet, everything that you see in the first place - too shocking.
"Can I use the brave?
Maria walking next door asks.
Cyril shook her head silently to the side.
To be honest, I didn't expect anything from the start.
If Flam were next door, I still wouldn't think Brave could use it in her current mental state.
"First you have to go and help Mr. Fram."
I don't know where it is.
Everyone, including Cyril, seemed to be gathered in the guild at the time, but they were scattered from it.
Besides, all the cocoons have already lost their transparency, and you can't see what's inside.
Two people going around looking around.
Can't you trust me completely yet, Cyril does so at first, but never opens her mouth.
"Hey, Maria."
"What is it?
"I wonder how Flam could have fought like that. Seemed like someone else when I was traveling."
"It's..."
Maria, who hadn't spoken to Fram properly, such as circumstances, should not have known.
But as if someone had told her, she talks continuously.
"Because I know how to use my powers. I realized it would reverse the status of the curse."
"That's why I used all that disastrous equipment..."
I couldn't afford to observe enough, but I knew right away that those worn by the flam were curse gear.
Somehow, they have different wavelengths.
Even amateurs are obvious compared to Cyril's epic gear.
"So... you were fighting these monsters?
Looking up at the sky again.
There again, a new anomaly was about to be laid off.
"Yeah, many times already. Before you know it, Mr. Flamm has grown a lot stronger."
"... well"
But I remain weak.
Cyril, who saw the palm of his hand, mutters in one person, in his heart.
Maria looked at her like that sideways, opening her mouth to say something - noticing the signs, interrupting, turning and releasing the sword of light.
"Judgment"
No sound, two swords pierce a baby that was floating and approaching the universe.
Cyril, who reacted almost simultaneously, also set up his sword and shook it up on the spot without approaching him.
"Blade!"
A sword of light stretching high in heaven.
She slammed it against an enemy that flickered in the jugglement.
Zashu!
He falls to the ground.
"Ha... ha..."
“Killing” human-shaped organisms was Cyril's first experience.
Cold sweat runs down his cheeks, and he also sees a grip on his face.
"If you think of that as human, you'll have a hard time after this."
"I know that!
Maria's expression is cold on Cyril, who roughs up her voice.
The obsession between them didn't disappear, it was only natural to rebel if words were exchanged.
Besides, the blood and guts that spill are in exactly the same shape as people.
It is huge indeed, and it entails an unusual atmosphere, but I can't help but take a little while before it can be considered completely separate.
That's the normal feeling (...).
Cyril looked at the amputated body as she narrowed her eyes.
The compounds that I have killed are probably the fruits of what was once human.
So I don't have to...
"... that?
"What's wrong?"
"Still moving..."
The cutting surface of the body at the end of Cyril's gaze had begun to twist slightly.
At first I thought it was my fault, but the change becomes obvious as the degree increases.
Eventually a new baby crawls out of a cross section turned into a red vortex.
At the same time the loose shell (...) shriveled.
The reborn one, about two meters in size.
However, it has the exact same appearance, and there are two of them.
"That's more."
"How dare you, you did have to have slashed!?
"There shouldn't be a core in your body either... maybe destroying your brain doesn't stop you from thinking of it as part of your mother rather than as an independent organism"
"Don't be convinced by yourself, explain it to me so I can understand it properly!
"The main body..."
Maria points to the ceiling.
On top of that, there must be a "body” that cannot be seen from them but wraps the king's capital.
"They won't stop until they destroy the core that's somewhere in there."
"Correct, Liar Virgin"
One of the babies said in a hard to hear voice like an echo was on.
"But how do you destroy the core?
"No one has that power."
"Fram Apricot is already in my hands"
'We're all going to be the same, be me and be a child and a mother. This child is one of you. "
"Linus Rediants will be here to see you soon."
"Congratulations, if you're a child, you can be one without having to change."
"I can't do it with that ugly body anyway, so keep quiet and boil down on me."
Mother speaking to rap.
Maria reached forward silently,
"Seiklid Lance"
I unleashed two spears of light.
"Buh."
When they pierced the baby's forehead, they stuck it in a building that was just behind them.
restrained they slammed their hands and feet to waste, but their feet had not reached the ground, and their hands just stirred the air.
"If you can't take him down, you're going to have to keep him from moving."
More enemies looming from behind.
Move your hands and feet desperately, at a rate you don't think is high.
"Then - bind!
When Cyril activated the magic, a chain of light emerged from the ground restrained the baby.
"I envy you," Maria whines when she sees how it goes.
The magic used by unique rare attribute holders, rather than multiple attributes like Gene and the Three Demons General, often relies on the "senses”.
No matter, it takes a lot of training, but unlike basic attributes, it doesn't require detailed magic manipulation, and it can be used with intuition.
Perhaps the person using it also doesn't understand why the current magic has been activated.
"I guess this is it."
"Yeah, but - you don't have any kiri."
The assimilation progresses steadily, and the carbides increase momentarily and in number.
Either way, the Cyrillics' magic is going to run out first.
That's why if you add an attack, they'll just split up like they did earlier.
"Mr. Cyril, can the sky fly?
Maria asked, by the way.
"Exactly I don't think I can do that...... if I could just use the brave, I'd think it would reach the ceiling"
"Ha... Really?"
Hearing others sigh hurts Kirilli and Kirill's stomach.
She was the worst at being expected on her own and stunned on her own.
I'm too unreasonable to prepare my mind.
"Then again, we'll have to get out of here and look for Mr. Fram"
Two more babies looming from both sides.
Cyril and Maria attempt magical restraint with their backs to each other.
But - that wasn't the only enemy approaching the two of us.
I wonder if the two bodies skewered by the spear of light trembled, a thousand cuts from the neck down and falls at their own weight.
Similarly, the infant, which was tied by the bind, separated (...) his own body and moved out through the gap in the chain with a small body.
"I can't believe I can split myself up!?
"You're not going to be free to look inside for this. Isn't that like confessing that she's safe, Mother?"
He shows no reaction to Maria's provocation.
But without a heart, it seems like the approaching baby's speed has increased.
I guess it's a picture star - so convinced Maria turns the baby into a piece of flesh with light magic that no longer requires consideration.
Flesh pieces change shape in the air and become a new splinter.
"Even though it's useless to say how much you did."
"Let's Accept"
"It feels so good."
'Cause it doesn't hurt.'
"Expose me, let me pour, dwell my child and be me"
There are five new enemies born and falling from the sky.
Five more bodies fell to the surface earlier.
Ten more babies, with an additional (...)
Even though it's useless to say how much you did.
How divided and twisted and increased where it was cut, its repetition.
There may be differences in individual forces.
But it was just a number of violence that overwhelmed it.
"Ugh... ugh... ugh!
Cyril's hands are trembling with confusion and fear.
Still, the real power is unlikely to be unleashed.
◇ ◇ ◇
The intake tolerance reached its limit.
And yet why, she won't be me.
"Ugh... Bubble, haha, bobble...!
I found out why Origin was static.
But the more so, the more solidly it is the researcher.
Because my mother can't be my mother if she can't love all her children.
So as long as this kid is around, Mother can't be my mother.
Because of you.
Because of you.
Because of you.
"Ha... ah... heh..."
Decreased level of consciousness.
pour it into the hazy.
"Ayagi, but no, no, no!
Peel off your eyes and scream, no effect.
I just amplified the pain.
I don't understand what makes her stick to herself so far.
Understand all the memories, even tragedies should be drinking everything, why not?
I thought I'd kill you first.
But if you kill it, it seems unpleasant to admit its own incompleteness.
I shouldn't do that.
The reason for what I became a mother for breaks down.
Whatever - we have to make Flam my child.
"Bad Foreigners"
"That's all I'm using the power of Origin... you, Mother... I think I know why you're here..."
Mute, Luke and Nect both lost their own will as soon as they used the second core and were taken over flesh by Origin.
But Mother, despite all the transformations she's made so far, can't see that.
I wonder what you're talking about.
That's what Mother created this “childrens” to be.
Kimyra and I were stealing technology from rivals Necromancy and Childrens.
Similarly, Mother had obtained from Kimyra a way of suppressing Origin's will.
Regardless, its quality may fall compared to the real thing, but there the mother herself covers it by having a strong self.
That way, he was able to fulfill his dreams without losing his will, even though he used so much Origin's power.
But - "That's not true," Flam denies head-on.
"" Loneliness. "Using a being other than oneself only to achieve one's purpose. I denied the connection... and truncated all those kids who admired themselves... as just“ walls ""
'So what do you say?
"It looks a lot like Origin. So they don't swallow..."
And at the same time, I think so.
(After a moment, Origin also realized that Mother's powers didn't work for me...?
Perhaps “similarity” alone cannot prevent takeover by Origin.
So perhaps “Origin herself” has no intention of trying to take over Mother.
(I'm letting it go wild... if I care about that, I should be able to erase my mother's personality)
When I was poured in the liquid, I felt like I could stir it in my head.
It's like my memories are overwritten by something else and I become someone other than myself.
But in the back, maybe even the most important part, I can't dye it up.
No matter how much you rewrite just the top side, the flam stayed the flam.
(Probably the power of inversion. That's what's refusing to infiltrate Mother's personality)
But it's not like I'm not exhausted.
The body and spirit are constantly hurt and worn out.
My body doesn't move well.
My heart, even if it never gets taken over, could break any day.
Or is this fatigue itself due to the effects of pollution?
(Before then...... do something, we need to get out)
Origin wants herself.
At least, you shouldn't be dawning your life on your mother like this without any strangeness.
Still static, nothing interferes.
I mean - it still means there's a winning chance left in the flam, too.
Origin will notice.
"Now that I know it, the status quo won't change, give up on the good stuff and open your heart, Fram Apricot - No, Mike Smithy."
Mother could afford it.
There's no way my powers won't work for such a little girl, because I'm so sure.
But Fram was grasping the weakness.
Origins are the ultimate “pieces”.
If all lives do come together, there may not be a dispute.
Negative emotions do not arise.
But on the other hand, positive emotions do not arise either.
"... milkit"
Speaking of which, it always was.
I thought about her all the time when it would be painful, but now that I think about it, it probably made a lot of sense (...) act.
Including Mother, the Origins wouldn't understand.
Sure, people are tough.
Not infrequently, interests collide and it becomes an ugly feud.
It is not peace.
That is an inescapable curse as long as a person is a person.
But - that's why we also have the power to gain.
"I won't die. I'm not dying. To see that girl again."
"Heh heh, are you the soul dare to turn a blind eye in a reality escape? No use, people can't escape this cocoon no matter what. Even if you try to escape, your healed flesh will collapse as soon as possible!
Maybe so.
But assuming your body is broken, what is wrong with it (...)?
If it collapses, it regenerates immediately, then the damage equals zero.
'And how sane was it, if your body didn't move, it wouldn't make sense, would it?
Maybe so.
But then, we're just talking about moving (...).
There's something about how relying on Origin's power to tie Flam's body up doesn't stop there.
Feelings of thinking of others.
It's not gut theory or psychology.
Lonely everywhere, they open up from the pain of being others, while losing even the happiness of being others.
Cyril, Eterna, Ink, Gadio, Linus, Once Eela.
There are a variety of other people out there, and I hate that, but their presence empowers Flam.
Something particularly big in it, people call it love.
Origin can't stop the emotion between Flam and Milkit - the power that springs up at its roots.
"Ha, ah......!
The pierced tentacle allows the force to be applied to the left arm that was fixed to the inner wall.
Then the sharp pain ran along with the feeling that something could peel off.
My bones are sticking out.
But it still works.
"Mill, kit ooh......!
Just bury it in your head with a loving girlfriend.
I don't think about details.
I'm just the most important person in the world, so I filled everything with the desire to see her, and I poked and moved my flesh with just the power that comes from it.
Peel off your right arm, back, or back of your head.
Ouch, cold, suck.
I can't see what is dewy in my own eyes, but my body felt lighter.
"Duh, why... why are you moving in this cocoon!
The confused mother flames her new tentacles.
She grabbed it with her left hand just before contact, trying to pierce her throat.
"Flip it, do it!
Pah!
The tube swells from the inside and bursts.
"What do you mean... this is the power of inversion!?
Mother's movement stops because of confusion.
Further to that gap, Flam twisted his body, pulling off the restraint.
"No, you don't. No!
"Then why? Ooh!
Flam reaches out and now it's time to grip the soul eater.
And he responded ambitiously to the enquiry of his wolfing mother.
"Ha... it's not on a perverted outer road like yours... for the rest of my life, you know what I mean? Ahhhh!
A protruding blade pierces the red, tough membrane...
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"Mr. Cyril, give me that!
Maria pointed in a certain direction, avoiding her shaken fist.
Cyril cuts off a small baby jumping at her and turns her gaze to you.
There - there was a figure of Fram trying to get out of the cocoon, scratchy and bloody.
"Flump!
Cyril screaming, but that voice hasn't arrived.
There are multiple enemies looming at her falling point like that.
In that state of wounds, it would also be difficult to escape.
"I'm going to help you in this situation..."
We both do our best because we avoid attacking our opponents, it's hard to break through by sewing between a growing swarm of enemies.
But - Cyril's face when she saw Fram trying desperately to live is clearly different than before.
In the middle of the battle, she suddenly stopped her legs, screaming softly as she exhaled the fever that crept up.
◇ ◇ ◇
Every time a tube or a sticky membrane connected to your body peels off, you take the flesh of your body.
Flam's back was so messed up that he didn't think he was alive.
Still, she keeps moving.
The regeneration of the wound has already begun, I will run off like this and I will definitely punch Mother in the face - with such strong determination, Flam crawled out of the floating cocoon and fell to the hard ground.
"Ugh..."
The slapped shock leaks my voice.
But it's no big deal compared to back pain.
A little more, a little more playback, and we can fight.
Faster, faster, faster - a flam that hurries its own flesh.
When it comes to why she's in such a hurry, it's because she's noticing footsteps approaching.
Something bigger, not people.
A shadow lumps from over her head as she moves forward only with the force of her arms.
Horrible looking up...... there was a laughing baby figure.
"Hih..."
The way you see it in an irresistible situation looks more subtle than usual.
So much so that even Flam accidentally leaks his voice.
I still don't have the strength in my body.
We just need a little more time to stand up to it.
But because you understand that, the baby reaches for the flam.
Get some rest - I almost gave up, Flam.
That's what she asked me.
"Blaeyeboo!"
My dear friend's voice, it was more reliable than it once was.
If you are a normal person, you are not a distance in time for any master.
But for Cyril now, whose status has risen dramatically, that distance was something that could be narrowed in just one breath.
I mean, the baby gets closer than it reaches out and touches the flam.
"Ha-ha-ha!
Both ways.
The body of a broken baby in two.
But that cross section twisted early, trying to create a new individual.
"Don't make me do it. No!
I'm not always protected by flams.
Yes, now she has the power to stand next to Cyril and fight.
Standing up with trembling feet, he approaches a piece of flesh that degenerates and protrudes his soul eater.
"Flip it. (Riversal) Huh!
And when you pour in the magic of inversion, gopah! and shattered.
The same goes for another piece that fell nearby.
That's not one life form with a core.
It is a mass of Origin power, so to speak, created more than Mother, without a core.
It was therefore very fragile before the magic of Flam.
"... flam"
Kirill, who landed a short distance away, walked over to the flam.
But stop on the way.
I really wanted to hold hands and reunite.
But I don't deserve that - that's what I seem to assume.
"Cyril, hey!
But Fram doesn't care about that.
If Cyril doesn't reject herself, that's all I care about anymore.
Run over, wrap her hands around, with both hands.
"Ah..."
Cyril can't speak well to that warmth she hasn't felt in a long time.
Flam, on the other hand, turned his uncontrolled grin to her.
"Thank you for your help."
"Flam...... sorry"
Apart from apologizing, I couldn't find any words to tell.
"Yeah, 'cause it's also true that I was on foot. I mean, each other!
That's not the problem, Cyril blames herself.
But it's... it's just self-satisfaction.
If you want to make amends, it is Fram's will that should be respected.
"I ask briefly because I'm in battle, but for Cyril, am I still a friend?
"That's natural!
Cyril responded instantly.
That was enough.
I need nothing else, I lay my sword in sight of my impending enemies.
"Thanks, Cyril"
I wanted to ask her to thank her for the smile, and Cyril said, "Are you sure that's okay?"
But that's ego.
"That's our dialogue, Flam."
"Yeah, so we mean each other, and this problem is over!
"... yeah"
If that's what she wants.
There were many unconvincing parts for Cyril, but it decided to swallow them.
Tell yourself repeatedly.
“That guilt is ego", he said.
"Come on, we have to work together and defeat Mother and go to that cake shop again!
"Right...... the two of us promised to" come and eat again, "we have to do that!
There is light in my eyes.
The situation is hopeless.
But - strangely, I was not afraid of anything.
With my friends, I felt like I could do anything.
"Phew... I have trouble being forgotten about me"
"Mr. Maria!?
Surprised to see her emerge all the way from the enemy gap, Flam.
"It was Maria who helped me out of my cocoon, and we fought together all the time"
"Really?"
Surely in that situation, there's no way Cyril is the only one who can escape the cocoon.
I was wondering if I could have gotten out of it with the power of the brave, but I didn't seem to.
"I don't think you can trust me using Origin Core, but only now."
"Yes, I know"
With the ground ringing, there is still a growing flock of babies to name a few.
"Let the three of us fight!
Flam and Maria nod at Cyril's decree.
And - each of the three girls, carrying a different fate, pushed herself into a vortex of despair of her own will.