Flam's gripping steel fist protrudes towards the middle of Werner's face.
Gooooooooo!
Such a shock that your body is going to blow up just to plunder.
But when she finished waving her arm, there was no sign of the target there.
"To that extent, then, you can't catch the yummy"
Shortly before it hit him, his flesh was misty.
I thought it had disappeared, and the next moment it appeared behind the flam.
She let go of the kick without turning around.
"Ha-ha-ha!
It disappeared like fog again, and now it appears directly in front.
A flam that stood right up, but Werner, at a speed beyond that, was slashed with metal claws attached to his arms.
"Hey, no!
When you guard with your hands on your feet, a spark scatters between your nails and caged hands.
The speed is slower, but the power is also human apart.
To the shock, Flam retreated as he slid down the ground Zuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
"I've had confidence in speed since I was a human being. Now that I have the power of Origin, I can't capture the delicacy, even if it's you."
Werner laughs well.
But he looked at his rotten (...) arm and wrinkled abominably between his eyebrows.
At the moment of the guard, the magic of Flum's inversion was pouring into the body.
"Ha, you little bitch. Bad luck."
His arm heals quickly and returns to its original form.
No - rather, a rotten state of indeterminacy may be what he really is right now.
That's just making human form, and you no longer have human flesh.
"Come on, we've got overwhelming power. I've always wanted, the power to look down on and dominate others!
"Is that why you used Origin Core? What a shame."
"I don't know, for a human being with a gift of birth."
Werner, with envy and jealousy, glanced at the flam.
Talent - how easy her life would have been with something like that.
"Because you had talent, you killed Mr. Hellman? You desperately took the life of someone who lived for such a nasty reason!?
"'Cause you're blind. The more desperate you are, the more self-assertive you are in your sight. We have to kill him, we have to eliminate him!
"Don't kid me!
Flam's anger echoes into the room.
Regardless, their emotions are parallel everywhere.
Where I hit my anger, Rotten Werner doesn't feel anything, and he doesn't reflect on anything.
"The world is a weak predator, Fram Apricot. The strong stay, the loser leaves. It works with just that simple logic. This is the result."
Werner, who has lived in the Glades, makes it a philosophy of action.
But Flam shook his head and immediately denied it.
"Then you're dead, because you're weak!
"Ha, you're a strong man. Then I'll show you, the real power of yummy. Come on!
Werner's right arm starts to vibrate in small pieces.
It was skin tone. It discolored red at once, twisted, chopped a thousand and fell to the stone floor.
It's like a lot like Kimyra's spit twisted meat.
It was bitchy and rampant like a tail of a cut lizard. It went into the body from his mouth when attached to Hellman's body lying on his back.
"What do you say?
I don't care what they say, it's a sight I've seen so much for Flam that I don't know how many fried it is.
Still, every time I see it, my anger creeps up.
"Bad taste"
"That's a compliment. Did you know that? The strong trampled on the dignity of the dead! Hahahaha!
Hellman's body rises as a grin echoes beyond hearing.
He remains torn to pieces with his nails and bloody, just standing there barking.
"Come on, Herman, follow the grace of being strong, winner and ruler, and kill Fram Apricot. Yep!
With an inverted voice, Werner waves and gives instructions that look really fun.
Slowly, Hellman's face turned toward Flam.
When he was captured by the royal castle, he was the one who took care of something.
Silent, but he was a good man.
At least he's not a good person to die for being killed by a bastard like this garbage scum.
Not to mention, you can't treat a body like a toy like this.
Flam eats up his teeth, grips his fist with regret, and sets up.
In the armor, Leetus was also in a combat position so that he could follow her at any time.
"Well, I was wondering if I could let you two watch the sad battle in the privileged seat. It's funny which way you fell, huh, Flam making Herman's body a mess? Or does the gentle Fram struggle without breaking Hellman's body? Hey, I'm looking forward to seeing which one!
Intentionally, Werner turns his back on Herman and moves to the corner of the room.
And the next moment - Hellman's giant approached its back.
"To?"
Werner looks back when he realizes the approaching killer.
Then, as timed, a large fist was slapped as the hammer crushed his nose bone.
"Ha, ha!?
The middle of my face sinks.
The evasion could not even take a defensive stance, and Hellman's fist was punching Werner in the head.
Werner, slammed to the floor as it was, rolled gobbly until he hit the wall of the room and stopped.
And cough up, and stare at the man who was supposed to rule.
"Oh ho... ho ho... why, ho... you must be so dead!? Then follow me!
Herman stared with his vain eyes at Werner as he stood up holding his nose down.
"Mr. Hellman... are you alive?
Flam speaking in horror.
Herman then looked slowly at her and spinned the words with a bitter look.
I can tell by that face.
He is not alive.
With energy alone, we keep the consciousness that is about to disappear into the world.
"... death, approaches. I know, I was there."
Hellman had a hunch when he returned to the King's Capital.
Why, how - I don't know about that, but the one about understanding the so-called time of death (...).
So I had to hurry.
"... called, was there. Dead first, to my loved ones."
I don't know why, but I've been hearing voices calling.
My beloved families, who lost their lives, said, 'Come quickly'.
Gentle, warm voice, leads Herman to a happy place (...).
The voice was slowly approaching, indicating a time limit.
"Herman's sister is dead, isn't she?"
"... oh"
Lip-biting flam.
When he was imprisoned in the castle, the reason he treated Fram gently was because she looked like her own sister.
The sister died.
Exactly, I don't think it's any other HR.
"... so I'm waiting. Everybody."
"If that's the case, don't hang on to me uncluttered and get the hell out of there. Wow, Helmavan!
Werner advanced towards Hellman.
And stick those sharp nails up against your chest.
But no longer, his flesh is dead.
I guess I don't even have pain.
I didn't move one expression and continued my words to Flam as if I didn't recognize Werner's presence.
"... but I'm not going to waste my life"
Always a faceless Hellman grins with a grin.
I'm sure he always had this look on his sister.
Moreover, he is an elite among the elite, a deputy general of the army.
For my sister, she must have been a sweet, reliable, proud brother.
With them, you didn't need any special, you just should have thought that now would be the time to continue.
It's always been - unreasonable and selfish, ego.
"What the... don't ignore me... dude you're stronger, you're a corpse dude!? Then follow me, Helmaaaaaaaaaa!
Hellman, of course, does not reach Fram's ears, such as Werner's voice, which is stirring.
Even if it arrives, it's just a noise that means nothing.
Just then, Otilier and Gene arrive in front of the room.
But Hellman still can't even recognize their existence, just look at Flam, and keep the word going.
"... flam"
"Yes."
"... my soul, in a cradle, awaits"
"Cradle......?
Neck shaking flam.
Before I asked you the answer, Werner turned his face bright red in anger.
"Ignore me, I'm sorry. Hey, yeah, eh!
Herman's neck, chopped off.
"Hellman!
"Mr. Hellman!
Otilier entering the room and Fram raising his voice.
Having seen the misery over her back, Gene frowned.
"Ha... ha... I was going to help you because of this... ah... ignore the yummy thing, this is what happens because you can't give up as much as you can!
Werner steps on Herman's head and looks down at him.
What strengthens me is proof that I can't afford it.
Werner had been so spiritually defeated that he could no longer do anything about it.
No - maybe he just reconfirmed his defeat (...).
Because at the time of Origin's help, a man named Werner Apeillen would no longer grow any more.
But Herman still hands - no, he doesn't (...) loosen his mouth.
As if stabbing Todome,
"... Werner, you are"
"Yeah."
I squeezed the power I had left at the end of the day - I grinned at my mouth and told him to pity me.
"... everywhere, a weak man"
That disturbs Werner's mind because it's an unhermanic word.
He couldn't stop himself from being exasperated, even though he knew it was an obvious provocation.
"Is...? What the hell, that. Oh, my God, you're strong, but you're weak! hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Hellmann, hey, hey, hey!
Step on Herman's head or Werner will lift his legs.
His leg strength now would destroy him like a paper balloon, such as a man's head.
To stop it, the flam moved first.
"I won't let you do it!
Packing the distance in an instant, you knock your fist into Werner, knowing not to hit it.
Then again, just like earlier, he disappeared like fog.
"If you want to disturb me, I'll turn you off first!
Now Werner showed up right behind the flam.
A slender sword pierced his chest, waving his fingernails through his back.
"It's you who disappear, Werner."
It is Otilier who holds the pattern of the sword.
She regained some calm with Henriette's wounds healing, but she didn't forget her anger for Werner.
Fluid in the blood magazine (blood cartridge) is poured over the blade into his flesh, sealing the movement.
When they couldn't get around, I was going to poke them dozens and hundreds of times, hunt them down until I begged for their lives, and then kill them.
But Werner's appearance in front of him melts loosely as if he were a liquid.
"Duh, duh, duh, duh! Why, why are you defying me? The strongest one on this scene is the yummy one!
And elsewhere, he appears in the form of a person again.
Spread your hands and exasperate Werner.
Flam stares at him like that with a mixed look of anger and pity.
That's when Gene crushed as he watched.
"I see, isn't that the main unit"
"Oh, yeah! This body is only part of it, you can't even capture it now, but if the food is serious, you guys don't have the power to exchange it, and you're gonna die!
I'm sure Werner is strong.
It took the origin-core and assimilated it to its mother, probably.
"What's the point of doing that until you get the power?
Otilier asks him.
Henriette was safe thanks to Saila.
But having exhausted all his powers, Herman will never move again, and Werner, who was once one of us, will not return as a monster.
Emotions sank, letting her regain some calm.
Still, the anger hasn't disappeared, but not in an abusive tone, Otilier asks him pale.
"" Power ”is a means, not an end. Where we have gained the power of such things, all we wait for is the end of the line"
She has sought strength to be next to Henriette.
That's why I know that better than anyone.
"No... come on, we're going to kill you guys with this power! In return for those who have looked down on us with talent and authority, and rule!
"Isn't it a mistake to be ruled (...)? Now that we have a match of interest, Origin has left your personality alone, but if it's all over, it's obvious they'll swallow it anyway."
Flam has seen the Origin victims many times.
That is the evil of soaking in the weakness of a man's heart, letting him glean his bait, and trying to swallow it all.
Your desires may be satisfied temporarily, but with that help, your dreams will never come true.
"That can't be... I still don't hear anything, even if I do, I can't invade my yummy heart! Whatever happens, Origin won't swallow you!
"With that weak heart, do you really think you can?
To Fram's cold words, Werner is sealed with objections.
I guess I'm aware of it.
In the first place, at a time when I relied on something called the Original Core or something like that, at a time when I betrayed my people without resisting temptation - it was nothing more than an exposure of weakness in my heart.
It was Maria who gave him the core.
But Maria had no other voice than Werner.
That's the answer.
"Shut up... Shut up... Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!
"Werner, don't you know yet!?
"You're weaker than you should be, you hear me like I just found out. No! Fine, then I'll show you, I mean it! So, I'll prove to you that yummy is the strongest! Yihihihihihihihi, regret it! Regret in the afterlife for making fun of me! Chapter two of the tragedy, it's the beginning. Ah!
Werner's body ignores Otilier's words and melts away.
Leaving only echoing screams, he disappeared.
"It's no use, Otilier. If we get to the point where we can't go back, we're going to have to fall to the end."
Flam told the regrettable Otilier so.
And then he passes next to Gene and walks out of the room.
"Flam, where are you going?!?
He was an ottier who jumped out of the room in a hurry, but there was already no sign of her.
Apparently he headed outside the castle.
There's no certainty, but there's Werner's main body there - there seems to have been a hunch about that.
But Otilier, who doesn't share a hunch, can only be confused.
It was Otilier trying to get out of the room, trying to chase that back for now, but Gene calls her "wait" like that.
"What is it, Gene Intage! Or, you, why are you here in the first place?
"Circumstances. I don't like it and act with Flam. [M] Well, I don't care, tell me more than that. Do you know the word" cradle ”?
"Is that what Hellman was saying? I don't know."
"Think about it, that wouldn't be the kind of man who would leave meaningless words on death"
"That's right... but no, if that's his word, just..."
"You have an idea, don't you? Then show me."
Not if you're doing that.
But - the fact that Herman left the word at this time may be because it was something that would be needed immediately for Flam.
"Okay, come here."
As for “cradle” being the place Otilier expected it to be, she alone takes time.
She took Gene and ran out for a different place outside the castle - from where Flam was headed.
◇ ◇ ◇
In today's King's capital, it's not so uncommon for the dead to roam.
At present, however, the picture was clearly different than before.
They march (...) for one place, with a clear will.
Moreover, the number was unusually high, as if all the corpses present in the King's capital had risen.
Moreover the dead who sleep in the cemetery also crawl up out of the earth and join their armies.
To the south gate, Werner stood by with a ruler's temper, grinning satisfied to see how it was.
"Oi is manipulating everything. You're stronger than anyone else in this king's capital!
Yes, his abdomen looking up to heaven is filled with cores.
It was indisputably the body of Werner (...).
I don't need to be human, but I guess that's where he's untrained.
"Eat, squash, take everything! I'm going to show you the power of that piece of shit!
"But that's not the power you wanted."
"What -!?"
The woman who jumps from the top of the building and gets slashed by Werner...
He grabbed her sword with his fingernails.
Metals scatter sparks at each other, and beyond the shimmering silver blades, the two look at each other.
"Henriette, it was a surprise, I didn't know you were coming to die first!
"It would be my boss's job to stop my men."
Henriette, who had just been treated by Saila, jumped out of the castle as soon as she noticed the anomaly that had occurred outside the castle.
He jumped off his own room on the third floor and went straight for the South Gate, where Werner would probably be.
Flam went out almost at the same time, but hadn't gotten to him yet.
"I'm telling you, the food is stronger than yours right now."
"I guess."
"Then why did you come here? Wow!
"I told you, it's to serve as your boss"
"Boss, boss, boss! Isn't it just noble blood? I'm sure you're just blessed with talent! The fact that you are stronger means that you are better. I mean, you're supposed to be fu. Whoa!
When Werner plays Henriette, he sticks his nails out toward his head.
She leaned and avoided her body, but the blade plundered her cheeks.
Werner laughs at it.
When he takes his back even faster, he mows his neck.
But Henriette guarded it with her sword without even turning back.
"Huh...!
"Your movements are easy to read. This isn't all about talent or blood muscle."
Giri...... and Werner grinding his teeth so hard that he can hear the sound.
Once he left her,
"Henrietto, ooh, ooh!"
Screaming, charging at a fierce speed.
No need for moves, no experience, no transcendent physical abilities of humans - to twist and roll with power.
The power of his rolling nail strike is considerable, and if eaten properly, it is powerful enough for his body to fly a thousand cuts.
Speed, too, is not something you can handle Henriette just because you are confident.
Originally (...), she should have been a piece of meat after a series of attacks.
But...
"I told you, it's easy to read"
She never takes offense.
It is flushed with a streamlined blade.
But still, I can't handle his speed, and to tell the truth, I can't even see his slaughter too fast.
So any attack you can't recieve, avoid it.
Unavoidable attacks are minimized to damage.
We optimize by reading everything to predict and making the right trade-off choices.
"Why, why don't you hit me, why yep!
Werner keeps waving his nails at the groans.
Beyond that, Henriette's own experience and knowledge.
Of course, not everyone can do this kind of artistry.
It's because the other person is Werner, who can work with training more than once and read patterns.
But he can't do it.
It's not about blood muscle or talent - it's about making up for it with effort, and it doesn't extend to Henriette.
That all cannot be filled with the power of Origin.
"I also know how you feel about the limits. A man's body fades when he is old. But you gave up too soon. Still, there was a long way to go."
"Shut up!
"I just relied on that stuff, and what's ahead is a dead end. You just killed me and everyone else, and all you have to wait for is a vain future. Strength is the first time someone has ever admitted it."
"Don't listen to the windy mouth I found out! Blessed you, what do you know!
"I get it. Born or raised differently, you're the same soldier. Stop it, Werner, or you'll just hurt your pride."
"Pride!? I just threw that away! You have to be stronger than anyone!
Henriette smiles.
Werner opened his eyes and was stunned, stopping his hand from moving.
"Why... I laughed"
"Then why do you keep fighting with those claws? I guess you got the power of Origin, huh? If so, it should somehow be able to use the ability of the helix"
"... that, ha"
"If you don't crush it directly from the front, it doesn't make sense. Isn't that what you thought?
It remains slightly in him, a pride without.
I just killed Herman and Henriette with Origin's help, and it doesn't make any sense.
He himself understood it somewhere in his mind.
"That's pride, Werner."
Henriette speaks gently.
With her, I no longer think I can save Werner.
But at the very least, I hope he dies like a man.
Werner groans, taking his strength off his hands and drooling.
"Do you understand?"
Smiling Henriette.
But at that time, far away - from the front square of the royal castle, I began to hear the sound of intense fighting.
Engagement between the dead and those who remained in the castle must have begun.
If Werner gave up, the manipulated dead should also stop moving.
But we're still fighting, which means nothing more than that he's still empowering.
"... Ha ha"
Werner laughed.
"Ha... haha, haha, haha!
Guerra Guerra and, holding her belly, with so much effort that tears flow from the edge of her eyes.
"Pride... pride. No, there was something like that. I thought there was something out of the way. Thank you, Henriette. I finally realized that."
"Werner?"
"Sure, you're absolutely right! I didn't have to stick to my nails! Well, with the power of a spiral, as you wish, die, Henrietto Oooo!
As Werner protruded his fist, the swirling air approached Henriette.
When she flies and avoids it and lands on her knees on the ground, she calls on him.
"Don't do it, Werner, you won't be filled if you do any more!
"No, I won't stop. Hey, hey!
Behind Henriette, do-o! and something twisted destroyed the building wall and aimed at her.
That's a corpse.
He twisted the manipulated body, reshaped it like a drill, and ejected it.
Werner's power extends throughout the King's capital.
I mean, I don't know where it's going to fly from.
"Gu, make the human body like a tool......!
"Death would be just meat!
Countless drills fly over and around Henriette.
And when Werner put his hand around it, it was ejected at her at the same time.
Zudodododoo!
Dead flesh bullets that crush the subject while winding up sand and dust.
She manages to circumvent it while rolling, but Werner just prepares the next bullet.
That's when - from his feet, something red poked out at his neck.
"Genocide rules (Genocide Arts) hey!?
Werner to buckle and dodge.
But at that landing point, and further afield, many needles of blood appear as if they had read the motion beforehand.
Genocide Rules (Genocide Arts)/Snake Bites (Cerpens).
Unleashed by Henriette, it exceeded what Otilier exercised, both in number and quality.
Countless blades of blood fly in from beyond the rising sand and dust.
"Chip, even Blood Snake Bite (Angus)!
Werner undoing it with the power of a spiral.
Although the further breeze cleared the sand and dust, there is no sign of her beyond.
I looked around and looked for Henriette, but I couldn't find her anywhere.
"Did you get away?
But there are still signs.
Relying on the chilli and the feeling of paralysis in the back of the head, Werner turned around.
And I found her standing on the building.
"Ahhhhhh!
Henriette roars and waves her sword.
She is specific.
There is no need to attach a blood magazine (blood cartridge) to the sword because the blood volume is unusually high and you can maneuver it even more freely.
There are holes in the pattern that allow you to bleed out of your palm and fill the blade of your own free will.
That's how a red seven-headed dragon was created by waving a red muscled sword.
And all the dragons simultaneously strip Werner of their fangs and devour him.
While surrounding the perimeter so as to block the escape.
This is the most powerful sword technique in genocidal rules (Genocide Arts), the Red Dragon (Leviathan).
No matter how much Werner says, the more genocidal rules (Genocide Arts) you get, the more physical freedom you'll be deprived of.
"That's great, Henriette"
"Give it up now, Werner!
"That might be a good idea, there's already a hitter... nah"
"Huh!?
Countless figures appear to block the orbit of the Blood Dragon (Leviathan).
The flesh took the place of Werner, and was scattered among the dragons of blood, and destroyed by the Zutazuta.
On his face, Henriette looked familiar.
"Echidna...... you say?
It was abandoned at the South Gate, the dead body of an alienated echidna.
But the damage was severe, and the only thing left should have been the lower body.
"Her body was worn out, but her body was healed."
"Restoration?"
"This kind of thing. Ugh... buh, buh, buh, buh, but haha!
From Werner's mouth, a red and black chunk of meat is spit out.
When he lifted it, he proudly made it look like Henriette.
"I can change shape, I can give strength. It's amazing. Want to use Henriette, too? I think you can be surprisingly strong."
From behind Werner, who proudly speaks, the body of the restored Echidona reveals itself.
The upper body destroyed by Gadio had certainly regained the shape of a person, but it seemed like the skin had been peeled out and the meat was not in a very, but not in a state that could be described as normal.
Look at that. Henriette pulls her cheeks.
"Nice face, it just tormented you, and it was worth bringing Echidna back to life."
"Werner, you're already..."
"Already? Non non non non, it's so (...). Yes, I don't care about beauty, as long as I have the power! If you can be strong! That's how you want it!
Werner shook his arm off as he hit Henriette on the roof.
Then her feet twist.
Though he rushed to the building next door, Echidna stood to block the road.
She points at a red tube stretched from between her legs.
Henriette crept through as she sewed between them and jumped into the ground.
"Shh, shh, shh!
Aim for her who lands, Werner, who jumps.
Then from the ground, a spear of blood burst out to surround Henriette.
It was a sword that pierced the ground and planted a latent snake bite (Cerpens).
Then Werner's three blades stretching nails, each of which begins to rotate fast.
"I'm not stopping. Wow!
The spinning increased the power of the nail strike, easily smashing the spear of blood.
And to Henriette, who became defenseless, his fierce blade, and from overhead, Echidna looms.
Rest in peace - where Henriette was ready to die, a girl's voice echoed as she cleaved despair.
"Cheerful Sword Throw (Planus Lower) Heh!
Flam throws the sword created in the plana toward the echidna falling from the air.
She intercepts with a bound red tube, but at the same time the sword bursts with inverted magic.
Echidna, who had been blown up dozens of tubes and beaten to the ground herself, seemed to suffer.
Plus Flam doesn't stop his legs, approaching Werner trying to get Henriette to slash him.
I just reached for that body- "Chip!," he tongued, jumping up, distancing himself from the two.
"Flam!
"It's impotent to jump out on your own for as much as you want, Mr. Henriette!
"Sorry, I thought I could convince you."
Fram sighed.
Henriette may be excellent, but she's sweet everywhere.
As much as I have tolerated that Otilier, it may be natural to have as much breadth of mind as that.
"Werner will be my opponent, can Mr. Henriette ask Echidna to stop him?
"Oh, okay. I'll take care of him."
Words no longer reach Werner.
Henriette confronted the rising echidna with regret for not being able to persuade him.
If I could have talked to him long ago - a moment later, Henriette might be thinking that way.
But Fram denies, in his mind, 'it's not'.
When I first met Werner, Fram felt his eyes cloudy.
The feeling is not absolute.
But it's never come off either.
I'm sure that's what he was from the beginning.
"I don't know, Flam. The castle is surrounded by the dead these days, huh?
"Because Mr. Neigus and Zeion are protecting me. If you're dealing with the dead, I think it's too much power."
"Then I'm saying it's not enough."
"What?"
Moment after moment, a shadow covered Fram's foot.
Looking up in the air, isn't there a whole private house trying to crush her?
She jumps right away.
In front of you, Zuuuuuuu! and huge blocks of stone fall, the wind rises, and the dust blocks my vision.
Then the shadow of the private house, which appears blurred beyond the sand dust, deforms into an odd shape.
It's like a giant drill made of stone.
"Ha-ha-ha!
Flam destroyed it with his fist, straight from the front.
She doesn't need the power of inversion either, she can crush it just by force right now.
And beyond the open sight was Werner, and three aliens lined up.
A body with peeled skin and twisted muscle fibers.
Hardly only a part of his face remained human, but that part was also corrupt because of the long elapsed time since he became a corpse.
No longer can we even tell who is who.
But - Flam knows the names of those three.
"Nect, Luke, Mute......"
The phrase Werner used to say “not enough power” is probably because of the power of muting.
Her abilities, “assimilation," unite separate human physical abilities - i.e., status.
This means that if we assimilate a person in status 0 with a person in status 100, we will have two people in status 100.
In other words, you can assume that all the dead currently present in the King's Capital have the power of an S-rank adventurer.
"I remember exactly who I killed. Don't do it."
"You... used even the human who slept in the grave...!
"Because dead humans are just meat. I'd rather use it this way, don't you think it would be condolences?
"Think!
Kick on the ground, flam to beat.
Then suddenly, a building appears in front of him, blocking the road.
When I smashed it with my fist, I felt killer behind my back.
It's a metastatic nect.
Flam cuts his back off with the Thought Sword (Plana Blade).
But empty - he transferred again and disappeared.
Guuuuuuuu!
Now the sound of the air swirling from behind.
Flam looks back.
Then the shattered house, all its fragments spinning fast, pointing a sharp and pointy tip at her, isn't it?
Poke the sword of the plana to the ground and infuse it with the magic of inversion.
Then the ground that was buried came out and became a shield to protect her.
But Flam doesn't intend to use it as a shield.
Jumping gently off the spot, he raises his sword high.
"Plana - Storm!"
And he slammed the blade on the ground.
Gooooooooooo!
The storm chooses the ground, and blows away as it smashes through the walls made of inversion.
A storm in the plana that destroys an elephant present in sight while involving debris.
If you take it properly, you won't be safe - it should have been.
But there's a man coming straight through the storm towards us.
It's Werner.
He fleshed to the flam - with spinning nails - as he used the rubble instead of scaffolding, slashed by her.
Claws collide with the chi sword (plana blade), and gayyyyy - and a tall metal sound sounds.
"What a move!?
"This is the power of the present!
"Not yours, but the power of the Origin!
"You're a loser!
When your emotions get high, your nails spin even faster.
I can't stand that power with a blade of thought (plana blade).
Parry, inn!
The blade is crushed and scattered.
Flam glanced, Werner ecstatically hoisted his cheeks.
"I got it. Ah!
"Flip it. (Riversal) Huh!
The rock at the foot of the flam lifts out and floats its body.
Werner's nails cut the sky where it was critical, and she took her life.
"You little imitate me!
Flam accepts the impending pursuit with a renewed Idea Sword (Plana Blade).
I just found out that there is a problem with strength.
But the advantage of this sword is that it can be used no matter how many times it is destroyed.
Then on the contrary, you can smash it yourself.
The moment the nail and sword collided, the mind sword (plana blade), saturated with inverted magic, blew up violently.
"Grr... I can't see you. You got rid of your sword! But ah!"
Pushed by the impact, Werner retreats.
Flam likewise used wind pressure to distance himself from him.
This takes a breath - it can't be.
Apparently Mute is an assimilated personnel of the dead and does not actively participate in the fight.
I mean, Flam is alone, with three opponents.
I don't have time to breathe, now Nect reaches out from behind to connect the ground to the flesh of the flam, and Luke waits ahead of me avoiding to the right.
It's somehow avoided thanks to its human secluded status, but for Flam now it's a tough battle to end if it hits.
The opponent also understands it and strikes one after the other without being able to tolerate the hair.
We could have fought back at first, but now we're completely on the defensive side.
There are also more abrasions on the body, twitching, and the flam is hunted down by a number of violence.
"So I told you, come on, the food is stronger!
Werner is clearly on track.
But it was also true that there was no counter-attack hand on the flam.
Like asking for help, Neigus and Zeion shouldn't be able to get their hands off the castle defense, and Henriette does the best she can because she pretends to attack Echidna.
Leetus - I still don't want to hold hands if I can.
Sounds like you want to be on the table right now, but not yet.
Why, because Werner is still likely to have some leeway (...).
They only use one flam, three because they think so.
I still have room for myself, I'm trying to look down on the flam by thinking so.
But if you realize Leetus is there - he should probably try to squash the flam in further numbers.
In this situation, it is difficult to deal with multiple dead people whose physical abilities have been improved by the mute's ability to assimilate.
If you're going to use her, unless it's time to make sure Werner gets laid.
And then - Otilier and Gene, but where the hell have those two disappeared?
If I had at least an addition, it would have been a flam to expect, but such a sweet thought shook off in an instant.
Then you can't.
This guy is the type to get on track everywhere if he shows weakness.
He tormented those who fled into the castle, killed Herman, and waved away the hand Henriette reached out to.
There must be no such thing as to please such an irremediable man beyond this period.
Relentless, until skin is complete, you have to smash it.
"Sora, run, run! Make me look like I'm crawling on the ground, Flam!
"They say it's cheap to provoke!
Multiple private houses where Nect floated in the air, Luke spins it fast, aiming at the flam.
Naturally a flam trying to jump away, but the foot I tried to step through sank into the whirlpool ground.
"No......!
Flam's face is distorted by the feeling of his feet twisting.
Werner grinned, sticking his nails up to the ground at a distance.
The flam flips gravity, flutters the body and escapes the vortex.
At the same time, he succeeded in dodging a fast-spinning private house that had fallen more than overhead, but his involved legs were not intact.
The moment I land, I feel uncomfortable inside near the calf.
Maybe the bone is broken.
I couldn't help myself well and I had to avoid Nect and Luke's pursuit almost with one right leg.
Werner couldn't have missed that.
Pack the distance here and there, quickly launching a series of nail strikes.
The rotating blade decided on the flesh of the flam simply by plundering it.
Feet, arms, cheeks, and neck - Whenever groove-like scars are engraved on the body, the flam feels a similar pain to the fever.
The neck wound managed to avoid the artery, but it is only a matter of time before it remains fatally wounded.
The hurried flam missed the choice to dodge there.
Werner's big time, I should have twisted it and avoided it.
But she got on the invitation and jumped back.
Slight gap that occurs in the flam on landing.
Nect and Luke block the escape route from the left and right behind it, and Werner's claws loom further forward.
There is no longer an escape.
"I got it. Ahhhh!
The aim is the heart.
With one thrust, he pierces the spinning armor and takes its life - but just before the tip of his nail touched his chest, Flam's cheek was delightfully distorted.
This is a trap.
Besides, when Werner notices, it's already too late.
Countless black arms stretched out of her back and grabbed his body.
If this weren't in the middle of an attack operation, we wouldn't have been able to capture it.
And Fram pours the magic of inversion into Werner through Leetus.
"Beat it and die, Riversal Parallel Connect." Huh!
"Damn!?
Werner's body swells and deforms to foam.
The intolerable gocad, and bones were crushed, the gujguju and flesh stirred, and a large amount of drooling red fluid spit out of the hole called the hole.
From there it expands further and eventually bursts - with his death, the children of the resurrected spiral (spiral childrens) should also stop moving.
But Luke and Nect remain the same, raiding the flam.
"How could Werner have killed him!?
Fortunately, destroying Werner allowed us to escape, so evacuation was easy.
Check the situation as we pass over his body.
There is no core in the body.
Was it fake you were fighting from the beginning?
No, indeed, Flam's senses should have perceived the existence of the core.
"Then when did you switch (...)? Is that what you think?"
"Werner!?
An intact Werner appears in front of the flam as he overcomes a crushed private house.
But it's not just one person.
Many more from behind - eventually about ten Werner Apeirns lined up sloppily and looked down at the flam.
"An application of assimilation using the power of mute. It could also be described as an Echidona impersonation. There's only one thing that's different from her."
Everyone laughs and says aloud.
"Yummy is strong from the beginning"
Echidona and Minaria, whatever the difference between human beings and demons, are formerly ordinary people.
Still, I got that much power under Origin's influence.
Thoros said he had enough power to be comparable to Zion, but he hasn't fought properly with him.
Same with regard to Hugue.
In other words, Flam had not yet experienced with it what would happen if the original core was used by a man of original power.
Kimyra can be overwhelming, as can ordinary people using cores, but when it comes to Werner opponents - it doesn't.
Not to mention he even absorbs the power of the people and mothers of the King's Capital.
It makes sense to be strong.
"Come on, taste the true power of yummy, this is the final chapter. Ahhhhh!
The Werners (...) wave their fists up simultaneously.
Then the flesh on his arm changed, and there appeared a sharp triple nail.
Each one rotates at high speeds, creating the force of the helix.
By sticking it forward - three rounds per person, or a total of thirty spiral bullets, become walls and hit the flam.
Besides, isn't the bullet re-orbiting and appropriately coming at her?
At the same time, a private house, transferred by the power of Nekt, appeared overhead.
Turning like a drill by Luke it becomes a wall piercing left, right and rear, blocking the escape path of the flam.
"Mr. Flam, it's inevitable"
Breaking down walls or inverting gravity won't make it anymore.
There's only one thing Flam can do anymore.
"Then I'll have to take it directly from the front!
Flam crosses his hands and protects himself.
More black arms stretching out of her back covered her front.
"Ahhhhhhhh, Riversalu!
Shortly before the helical bullet touched him, Flam poured the magic of the limits he could spit out at once into his arms.
Gah, giggle, giggle, giggle!
The forces of inversion and rotation collide, sounding as if they were alien screams, sparking violently.
Flashes so intense that vision is filled with white.
No longer could Fram himself tell if it was preventable.
Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle!
After such an attack lasted for decades, she remembered the feeling of something penetrating her own flesh, and spit a lot of blood out of her mouth.
"Gu... gu... but... ahhh...!
"Mr. Flam!
I couldn't prevent it.
Regardless of the power of every single one, before all that number, even just flam can't stand it.
The fruits of the private house that had surrounded her had been filled with holes with stray bullets and were beginning to crumble at their own weight.
Flam falls on his knees and is about to fall from body to body as it is.
Though he managed to hold his hand, from beyond the drifting sand dust, Werner's flipped laughter approached him unison.
"Ha-ha-ha! You thought that was it. Wow!
Shaken up nails.
Flam tries to stand up to respond with the Thought Sword (Plana Blade), but his hands don't move as much as he thinks.
If you look closely, the left hand that got to the ground connected (...) with the rubble, and it was stuck in.
Plus the feeling of someone's palm touching his shoulder - it's metastasized, it's nect.
"I got it, fraaaaaaaaaa!
You can't run away like this.
Flam exploded his left arm and mutilated it of his own free will, at the firm's discretion.
"Guuuuuuu!"
Further exploiting the impact of the burst, avoiding Werner's nails as he rolls.
"Lizard tail, that's how the weak get away with it, Flammu!
Then another Werner jumped at me.
I don't have time to work out the plana.
Flam freezes the blood in his arms and recieves it as he slips (...) his nails.
Still, I couldn't prevent it, and they cut my left shoulder even more, but I'm just lucky my life was safe.
From there, use the spring of your body to rise and confirm the enemy in front.
Three Werners approach us at high speed.
Use only a few moments to reach enemies to generate Idea Sword (Plana Blade).
He gripped with his right hand and stood left back lower than his hips.
The blood dripping from your left arm slides down the blade.
"Phew - let it go, hey, hey!
Massacre Swordsmanship (Complex Arts)/Blood Blade Slash (Bloodshaker).
It's a combination of the Kingslayer (Plana Shaker) and the Blood Bite Snake (Angus).
It increases the power of both and further incorporates the physical impairment characteristics of genocidal rules (Genocide Arts).
The Werners did not try to take this from the front.
The three jump up and avoid, scattering.
I mourn that the blow of the Special Strike can only be used to the extent of restraint, but now I can only rejoice that it has for a moment brought the crisis to naught.
"Ha... ha...!
Anyway, priority will be given to getting away from Werner's herd.
The three jumping up unleash a helical bullet towards the flam, but that was just to show their backs and plunder their feet taking a distance.
Because of the massive amount of blood flowing out of my arms, my head creases and my body is cold.
I'm freezing it to stop now, but is that bad?
I'm not as powerful as I think on my feet, but if I stop, I'm dead.
I didn't like to die.
Not to mention that these motherfuckers just kill me.
Fly from front, avoid Luke's unleashed spiral and jump over a private house that stands forward by the transfer of the nect.
As he landed on the roof, Flam noticed something flying in from afar, about the size of an adult man.
The bullet that used the body.
That's over a hundred, straight for the flam and I'll get it.
Dozens more homes rise in the air and start spinning.
Behind him were ten Werners fisting and waiting to release the spiral bullet again.
"Mr. Flam, this is...!
"Fuck, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Flam ran anyway.
Jump off the roof and rush towards Luke, who has a relatively high hole.
"It's late."
In front of her like that, Werner showed up.
Avoid sticking out nails as they roll sideways.
Missiles of corpses pouring down there.
Pushing forcefully forward doesn't prevent it to impact.
Blown away, the flam rolls forward.
It pours for her like that, spinning private rain.
Leetus stretches his arm aggressively, and the flam pours in the force of inversion, smashing it.
But one giant drill after another, which fell without time to rest, and Werner's bullet, her flesh was shredded without the art of exchange.
"Gee, ahhhhhh!
The girl's crouched, sad screams echo into the capital of death.
The private house crushes me and my right leg crushes.
More spinning, the flesh splashed.
The rubble of the crushed private house also begins to spin by the power of Luke, pouring down on the body of the flam.
Only the armor protected her body, but other areas are no longer even enemies of prevention with protective equipment.
All I could do was turn off my epic gear before it was destroyed.
The rubble crushes the eyeball.
A piece of wood cuts off his ear.
A spiral bullet sharpens his nose.
The mandible is blown away by the spinning corpse that has been plundered, his throat is swept away, and his voice is not even heard.
And his right arm is in many places, and his bones are stripped out, and he is like an undead.
The left leg completely crumbles to the thigh, and the rest only leaves a skin like the rest.
The right leg remained spicy, but Werner's bullet severs it from the knee down.
In that shock, Flum's flesh floated and drew parabola.
It is like a torso that is thrown away as garbage.
"Hi-ha, ha, ha!
Werner, filled with abuse, laughed softly.
"This is already..."
Leetus despairs.
Flam's defeat doesn't make her disappear.
But the only person who can accept her properly is Flam in this world.
Kill Origin.
Kill Diza.
Fulfill a grudge.
Failure to fulfill that aspiration was more terrifying to her than vanishing.
"Hiu... Hiu..."
Breathing leaks through his throat.
The wind shook the skin of the wound.
Fram thinks, in a blurred consciousness.
Will I die already?
It may have been since I was attacked by Ghoul in that cage that I was so worn out.
No, even then, this didn't happen.
Other times, it helped me because there was some sort of soul-eating regeneration... but I don't know if I can do this.
Back in the day, Origin was trying to take in about me, but not now.
I'm going to die.
Oh, no.
I don't want this guy to kill me.
But there's nothing you can do about it.
Oh, no.
Really... I don't know.
'Cause I haven't seen Milkit.
I've said it dozens, hundreds of times, but the only reason I could work hard was because I had that kid.
Maybe if we go into the afterlife, we'll see each other... no, probably not.
This way of dying means Milkit isn't there.
Waiting is a different hell from the world.
A place like the bottom of a Nara with no dreams, no hope, darker and nothing to see.
I'll never see you again.
Miracles don't happen either.
No, that's all, no.
I live, I live with Milkit, I make him happy to death about that kid, and I die too, until I'm happy to death.
I mean, I'm not gonna die when I'm happy.
If it was to be with my favorite mill kit, I'd live forever.
'Cause it's a mill kit, right?
I'm just happy to be next door, surprisingly happy if I hold hands, so happy that if I hug you, I cry, and if I kiss you, I'm so happy I can't tell you anymore!
I'm sure it's ahead of it, and about that, the existence that makes me probably happier than any creature that exists in the world, that's Milkit.
And yet, because, I can't believe it ends without seeing you.
Do you admit it?
Do you admit it?
Admit it!
I'll live, I'll live and reunite you with Milkit.
Even Milkit hopes so.
Even Milkit is waiting.
Mill kits, mill kits, mill kits, mill kits, mill kits -!
That's all the driving force for her.
It was no longer literally a dead flam, but just thinking about her opened my eyes and my right arm moves.
Stretched out towards the sky, like asking for something.
"Are you even watching the horse lantern? Then I'll send you to the world of dreams!
Werner, with his claws, jumps on a flam dancing in the sky.
Approaching spiral nails.
It doesn't make any sense if your right arm moves.
Do you want to get some rest?
And when Leetus gave up and tried to close his eyes...
"Take it, Fluffy. Mmmm!
Otilier's voice echoes.
And she spun a spin at Haguru and threw something nearly two meters wrapped in cloth at the flam.
"I don't know what it is, but it's too late! That's a good win. Ahhh!
"No, the only winner at any given time is genius. Kill him gently, Redwind."
By the Otilier, Gene holds hands against Werner.
Then, Huohuo - and a little wind blew.
It's only about the strength of the breeze. That's the moment I touched Werner's body,
"Hey, what is this?!?
Without any foretaste, it burns.
The magic wasn't powerful enough to overthrow him, but it was enough to stall him.
Something twisted with a cloth approached the flam so that it could attract, and - with her right hand, she gripped the pattern (...).
"I need your help. Yeah, yeah, yeah!
"Oh, my God! Uh-oh!
'Please, just this kid, just this kid!
To Fram's brain, consciousness at once - no, the curse pours in.
"Get back to your sanity, please. Ahhhhhhhh!
"No more... let me go. Yeah..."
"Just a little more, a little more, so don't come, please, just life. Huh!
The only reason it sounds like a normal “voice” is because of her inversion.
Because all of that is inherently too much of a curse to take a person's life.
'More, I wanted to live... I wanted to do, I had a lot...'
"Oh God! Why can't you save us!
It's a memory of a life lost in the king's capital.
Numerous sorrows, hatred, regrets, pain, and untrained - crystals of curse that bound every negative emotion with thousands or tens of thousands.
Their will and curse, and all of them, are poured into the body of Flam with strength.
'I won't forgive you......!
"I'll curse you, I'll curse you for taking everything from me. Uh-oh!
As if to rewind time, the flesh regenerates.
The lost left arm and both legs, plus a head so destroyed that it did not fasten the prototype, instantly regained its original shape.
"I'm sorry, Flam. I had to make promises I couldn't fulfill from the beginning."
The blurred consciousness also clears up.
'... I can put everything I have into this sword. And please, take my sisters' revenge...... FLAM!
Similar to the contamination of Origin's consciousness, but obviously listening to voices echoing in different brains, Flam-
"Ahhhhhh!
He gripped the pattern hard and slammed a reborn soul-eater into Werner.
The cloth that was covered with the momentum unravels, and the black body is exposed.
What is different from previous soul eating is that it contains a red pattern as if it were an expression of a flame of hatred.
It was oddly, like a real flame, always awesome on a blade that glowed black.
"Is that a spare sword!? Then I'll break it again. Wow!
Werner takes it directly from the front.
Gaggin '! GUYYYYYYYYY!
Rotating nails and black blades bumped into each other and scattered sparks violently.
Werner giggles in a shitty way.
He had some certainty.
That is the lack of strength of the reborn soul eater (...).
Herman created a new sword, using a broken soul eater and Gadio's sword left in the king's capital.
But think normally, there's no way the two swords can be combined to maintain a decent strength.
It's just a burning blade that's connected somehow.
Even if it's sturdier than the plana sword made by Flam, if it hits against this spinning nail, it definitely breaks in a moment.
But - Werner felt uncomfortable as we were approaching each other in the air.
No, it's not.
This is not just a combination of two swords, etc.
Something else is connecting the two different weapons.
"You can break it! Taking in the curse of tens of thousands of people, this sword won't even scratch one unless its will breaks!
"What's the curse, what's the will, if you win with power, it's like that. Ahhh!
Guuuuuuuuuuu!
Werner's nails increase RPM even more.
A vortex that engulfed the surrounding wind damaged Flam's body.
But the wound disappears the moment it occurs.
Rather than regenerate, in an instant, as if the wounded fact had disappeared.
"What... this is!?
In addition, Werner's arms in contact with the blade were discoloured in tea black.
Corrupt and dissolved in drools.
We can't meet directly from the front.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Flam put his strength into both arms and shook off his sword.
Werner is blown away and slammed to the ground.
She kicked the air (...), descended sharply and struck a chase.
A blade pierces Werner's belly lying on his back.
Then around the wound, his body rotted and dissolved.
"Kon, what... oh, I want. It's like this sword... is my destiny!
"As you can see, Herman's sword was your destiny."
Otilier said as he walked over.
Go on, Gene answers.
"The key was in the cradle"
"Cradle......? Hellman... said, there he is..."
"Oh. That means the sword was buried in the grave where Hellman's family sleeps, with the body."
"When... when..."
"He knew, that you would kill him. That's why I filled the sword in advance by completing the versus the Divine Curse and the Divine Eating."
Dying Werner scans that sword in an attempt to leave any information at all to other Werners.
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Name: vs. Divine Curse/God-eating
Quality: Epic
[This gear reduces your muscle strength by 13264]
[This Gear Reduces Your Magic Power by 12999]
[This Gear Reduces Your Health by 14529]
[This Gear Reduces Your Agility by 14264]
[This equipment reduces your senses by 15219]
[This equipment wipes out your flesh]
[This gear encloses every curse]
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The true value of this equipment was in the last two - the extinction of the flesh and the enclosure of the curse - while also decreasing the amount of variation in status.
The power is such that if you are a normal human being, you will continue to suffer as your flesh evaporates and is invaded by a curse to your soul the moment you grip the pattern.
This means that the return in the event of an inversion is that much greater.
It is precisely the equipment that exists for the flam.
Werner, who tasted it with its troubles, threw up in abomination.
"Hellman...... Meh. Everywhere...... till...... fuck off......!
But before I could finish, Flam instilled the magic of inversion and burst its body.
Then the next Werner shows up at the same time.
"Not yet, the advantage of yummy hasn't changed yet!
"Hey, hey Flam, there's a lot of Werner, what's going on!?
"Simply put, I told you to kill them all!
Flam raised his sword high and looked to the three Werners approaching.
"Oh...... you all have the same thoughts as me"
I guess Leetus also feels the power of the curse scattered in all directions from the sword.
What is common to almost everything is resentment towards God.
I drove myself to death, the thought of hating Origin.
tangle it with the plana, and the flam waves down the divine eater.
"Ha-ha-ha, Cursed Sword Storm!
Gooooooooooo!
When the blade taps the ground, the plana can play and a storm blows forward.
Plana's blade tore Werner's skin apart, but he comes in no matter 'to this extent you should be able to penetrate'.
- But this is not just knight swordsmanship (Cavaliers).
The resulting wound may be a minor cut.
But the curse enters the body from the wound, destroying the body and mind from the inside.
"Gu.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. This is, uh, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, don't come in your head. Ahhh!
"Stop it, stop it, that's not yummy, it has to be yummy. No, no, no!
The Werners stop on their feet and suffer stuffy as they hold their heads.
When Flam approaches them, he flies his enemies with a divine-eating sword.
"Phew!
Seeing themselves fall quickly, the rest of Werner's fleshed.
Luke and Nekt are also distancing themselves and watching the flam with vigilance.
"This is... just one sword, something that's changed so far!?
To him holding his fist in remorse, Flam turned to the tip of the blackened, shining sword.
And say it provocatively, as I have ever done in return.
"This is the final chapter, okay?
Werner, who had so far stabilized his spirit by looking down on his opponent, turned his face bright red and exasperated.
"Gu...... hu...... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, my God, I'm just getting a little stronger, so I'm on track! What's the true final chapter, though I guess I just held the sword! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
The six remaining Werners are left to their emotions to jump to the flam at the same time.
But she had nothing more to fear.
Because the curse of tens of thousands of people who hate Origin pushes their backs.