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

Is the god-eating pattern diverting soul-eating objects, surprisingly familiar with Flam's hands?

She looks at the six Werners attacking from the front and narrows her eyes.

There is no more fear.

Can a man be so strong just by holding his sword - and admiring the much reliability of God eating, Flam jumps at Werner.

Start by slicing the two bodies on the left edge together and cut them off at once.

Fong!

Werner scattered to the left and right looking at the approaching flam, but the improved status makes the speed almost equivalent.

"Huh!

I missed the whole thing, but the other one broke my torso in two straight.

Upper and lower body falling to the ground.

Although Werner was the first to sound a bitter disconnect, when the cutting surface rots and the discoloration spreads throughout his body, he becomes a chunk of meat that just blows bubbles from his mouth and cramps.

Looking for the next target immediately, I heard the air swirling slightly from behind.

A looming helical bullet.

Gravity inversion.

Flam's body floats with flutter.

Dodging the bullet releases the inversion, kicks in the air, and approaches Werner, who took the back.

No - kicking in the air, may not be the right expression.

Flam wore the technique of creating a sword by plana.

That means that the planner can now be materialised and fixed on the spot.

In other words, she is generating scaffolding in the air by plana, kicking it and moving it.

"What the fuck? The approximate move is ah!

Werner bewildered by the behavior of the human detached flam.

But he who quit man with him.

Even if you lost to a flam that still maintains its shape as a person, you were denied life altogether.

It's unacceptable.

But ruthlessly, Flam's God-eater is slapped right in his chest from the front - crushing his torso as it is.

It wasn't a mutilation, it blew up like bone meat in the impact of a collision.

The remaining four Werners work together, surrounding the four sides of the flam and fisting to release a helical bullet.

He was totally focused on vs. Flam.

Hence - I don't realize their presence looming from behind.

"You won't forget me."

Otilier held the first in the blood net - the contact bride (Alanea),

"As the best genius in the world if you don't let the ordinary people know about reality"

The second is sealed in motion with a freezing flame emanating from Gene's palm,

"Let me take responsibility as my boss. I don't care how much you refuse!

Henriette, who defeated Echidona further, releases a bloody dragon (Leviathan) from the roof, hunting down a third Werner.

"Sister!

O'Tillier rejoices when he sees Henriette, who is scratchy but satisfied with five bodies.

"Henriette, you mean you survived that echidna opponent!?

"No matter how much I resuscitated and put your strength into it, that was clearly weakening"

Then there is no way she will be defeated with the same strength as Gadio.

Regardless, when he fought Echidna, he was risking his life, exercising his power over Henriette - but the more he still defeated, the more Echidna he revived was degrading.

"Damn... he's always interrupting my dreams!

"My dreams were over by the time I relied on Origin."

"Fuck, fuck! Don't slap your windy mouth!

There is one Werner left.

No longer even losing his number of advantages, he could only escape forward the flam that would follow him from behind.

It should be equivalent at speed.

However, the distance is reduced by the improvement of physical ability in the plana and the acceleration applied by gravitational inversion.

"Corpses, keep your mouths shut!

When Werner gave the instructions, Luke and Nect moved.

The transfer of private houses that I've seen many times, and the fast spin - are you no longer willing to beat down the flam, they don't target her directly, they stick in front of you in a way that blocks the road.

"Phew, now buy me some time!

Where I can no longer see Fram, Werner takes a breather.

Zach!

But such a black blade pierces his abdomen.

"... ah?

Why is Werner relieved that there's a god eater here that Flam should have?

Sure enough, she's still over the private house she poked at and hasn't caught up.

But when Werner turns his neck and looks behind him, isn't there a translucent, black arm stretching from beyond it?

Yes, it's not Flam's hand that holds the pattern.

It was Leetus' hand, stretched out of his armor.

"This... So, Ra..."

When the flam stores the sword again, a large amount of blood flows out of the wound that was blocked by the blade.

But that's a flash, too.

The curse caused the flesh to rot tea black, this time not blood, but the body itself began to melt.

Furthermore, the resentment of the people scattered in the king's capital poured into his brain like turbulence, destroying his personality.

A decaying flesh falls on the rubble as if weeks after his death.

Luke and Nect had disappeared at some point.

There is no sign of the approaching dead, and silence fills the south gate.

"It's over?

To Gene's words, Flam shook his head (wearing it).

"I don't think so yet. 'Cause the body with the core must be hiding somewhere."

"I must have been dealing with the main unit."

To Henriette's words, Flam nods.

"I also worked with the main unit until I was on my way. But I was switching at some point."

"Replace, or? It's true that the same face doesn't tell the difference between who's real and who's strawberry. Flam, don't you know where it is with the signs and whispers of the core"

"Because I'm not that clever. Given that the sphere of influence of power extends to the entire Wang capital, I guess I can only say that it's lurking somewhere in the Wang capital. But now I feel north of here. I don't think that's very close either. I mean, if you're gonna name a genius, why don't you think about it yourself?

"Anyway, I never really talked to Werner. Without information, thoughts cannot be established."

For some reason I say great, Gene.

Flam narrowed his eyes and glanced, but it seemed pointless.

So Otilier, who was intertwining his arms with Henriette, opens his mouth.

"Werner is a man with a head."

"It didn't seem like I had much to learn."

"You should say in combat (...). I think it's closer to saying" sense of smell. "

"In short, what are you trying to say?

Henriette replies to Gene, who asks back uncomfortably.

"I realized I was no match for Flam now, maybe I took a distance"

"But it didn't feel like you ran away from me"

"Yeah, he said he abandoned his pride, but I don't even think a man who seeks power that far can tolerate defeat. Trying to use another means to hunt down the flam..."

Hearing Henriette's words that far, Fram and Gene looked at the royal castle at about the same time.

"What's the matter, both of you"

He's not supposed to be dead, but the sound he hears from the royal castle has stopped.

Luke, Nect, and Mute's body disappeared, and they're not attacking.

Obviously unnatural.

For example, suppose the dead who had been pushing against the castle stopped moving in unison, what would they think of the Negas and Zeion who were fighting and the people who would be treated for Saila in the castle?

I also couldn't hear the noise near the south gate where the intense battle was taking place, and I said, 'Didn't the battle end for a second?' Wouldn't you consider that?

Even if not, the intense battle fatigue should relieve the tension.

That's - the aim (...).

"Otilier, Mr. Henriette, hurry back to the royal castle!

When I say that out loud, Flam pops up without even hearing back.

Her step is dozens of meters.

I can see it just a second late. My back gets smaller.

Gene took his first step almost simultaneously, but still, Fram was already starting to look smaller.

And about half way past Central District Boulevard, she stops her legs.

From the front, an army (...) close enough to fill the streets.

That number, about three hundred.

Without having to explain, everything was Werner.

The two late arriving Otiliers, Henriette, were stunned to see the sight.

"What, that number..."

"No way, that's all Werner!?

Gene wrinkles between her eyebrows and looks at it with a look of contempt in her heart.

For him to call himself a lonely genius, I guess it's hard to understand.

Most importantly, none of Fram, Otilier, or Henriette could understand Werner's mood as a single person.

"Flump, you can't win as many of these as you want!

"Blatant stumbling blocks... I figured the target was the people evacuating to the castle"

It's troublesome when it comes to dealing with so many people.

If we fight properly, the people in the castle will be killed before the Frams get there.

"What are you gonna do, Flam? I don't care if you crush one Chimatima at a time."

"Gene. Can I have my god eater wrapped with the biggest possible ice and rock blade?

"Why should I obey your words?"

"If it's okay to have fewer people fighting Origin, that's fine with me,"

To the murdering flam, Gene gave her enough tongue to hear her "chip".

"Flam, as big as you can, you said. Even if my magic is too vast and crushed..."

"I don't care. Come on!

Flam yells.

Then it was only this time that he activated the magic as requested, although he seemed unhappy.

A flam that dares to pull God's eating out of subspace with his bare hands and flies toward the sky.

The red flame-like pattern creeps on his body, and the sword itself wraps a grudgingly black aura.

There, the rock blade is coated first.

As if it had grown from it, the rocks grow high in heaven.

When it stopped at about forty metres in length, the next step was the granting of ice.

In the same procedure as earlier, the blade of the rock is wrapped in clear ice.

"Gu..."

By too much weight, Fram's feet were crushing cobblestones and plunging into the ground.

Bite your teeth hard, shake your arms, and open your eyes wide.

"That's all I can do, and then do as I please."

When Gene's magic stops, Flam furthermore pours a plana into his sword.

Reason is the same as the Thought Sword (Plana Blade).

If you can create a sword with an entity just by plana, you should be able to cover the actual sword with a plana blade.

If you are going to name it, the Idea Blade (Plana Edge).

The sword of Flam, which soars to eighty meters high, stretches even higher than it pierces the heavens.

The plana is colorless and transparent.

Its tip should not have been invisible, but either because of its too immensity, or when I looked up, the light of the sun was slightly distorted.

"It's disastrous... not this kind of sword, it's a tower! The tower is falling on the needy!

It is also a tower higher than any building present in the King's capital - a hundred-metre class (...).

"Duh... ahhhhhhhhhh!

As the force enters both arms of the flam, the immense God-eater leans slightly.

Gogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogo

To the cruelty of the flesh beyond its limits, the blood vessels in both arms burst and the arms of the flam get wet in the blood.

But the wound regenerates in an instant, so there is no obstacle to waving the sword.

Pain was also dispelled by large amounts of adrenaline secreted by the brain.

"Plana......"

She speaks out, squeezing it out of her throat.

The blood-running eyes were staring at Werner and the others.

To the blade that soars to tear the heavens apart, and to the power of the flam, they lag behind barometric pressure.

Even if the sword gets huge, the curse that wraps it around is still alive.

No, rather, the amount of curse appears to be multiplying just for that wider surface area.

As the flam put force on his arm in an attempt to accelerate the inclination further, he heard a butch and muscle cut off.

There's no problem, it'll heal soon.

"Carsdo...!

No, rather - if there is nothing to interfere with where the wound occurs, it is also the hands that will use it.

That's what I thought, Flam let his arm explode (...).

The bursting arm just sprinkled blood and regenerates immediately.

The shock and the bleeding blood further accelerated the inclination of the God-eater.

The flam is even more continuous, intermittently inverting both arms and continuing to dye red at hand.

Splashing blood splashes become entangled in the blade as if they were willing, and the genocidal rules (Genocide Arts) increase the power of that blow.

"Gran...... ugh!

Magic by Gene, the God-eating curse, Flam's plana, Genocide rules (Genocide Arts), and the magic of inversion.

That blade, poured in everything that could be held, accelerates to a tilt, covering Werner's armies with shadows.

Some Werner, who has finally regained his physical freedom, has begun to flee, but it is too late.

Because if you succeed in escaping directly under the sword, if you are caught in that disaster (...), you have no life.

And Flam barks.

"Dyzastaaaaaaaaaa!"

Finally, the blade comes into contact with the ground, crushing the Werners, crushing itself.

Cursed Sword Boom "Plana Carsdo Grandizaster" - The fragments that arise wind up in a storm, chopping up those who have been painfully spared the crushing death.

The storm also took in the red-dyed human body and turned to a cloudy color.

Countless interrupters have been heard from inside, but they are overheard by the murmur that fills their hearing.

the pain of being torn apart by sharp fragments and minced would be considerable

But maybe he was still happier dead here.

The next thing you need to wait for is a “curse” that enters your body from a small wound.

The wound discolors tea black, foaming and inflicting severe pain.

The curse, which reaches even the brain, destroys consciousness by spreading plain resentment.

"Damn, what a power... that's all I've ever given you."

"Otilier, stay with me"

"Yes, sister. The curse doesn't seem to have flown this far."

Otilier protects his face from the breeze with his hands.

Next to her like that, at some point there was a fluffy, floating Leetus figure.

"That's right, Fram, because I don't think that much."

O'Tillier stares at her plainly joining the conversation with a strange look on her face.

Reetus, who noticed his gaze, carefully bowed his head.

"Phew..."

Flam exhales heavily as he sees the storm slowly subsiding.

The surrounding buildings were ruined from scrap anyway, although they were ruined from scratch.

If we destroy this completely, the Werners should be splattered in pieces of flesh.

If you had succeeded in escaping, the rest could count with both hands at best.

You won't even be able to hold back anymore.

Exactly when you are so impotent, your body feels tired due to the depletion of the plana, and you feel uncomfortable with your arms, even if you say you will regenerate.

Fram wanted to settle as soon as possible and fall asleep like he was dead.

"Let's go"

Turn around and say that, and we'll resume moving forward.

Leetus rushed back to his armor, and three men, Gene, Otilier and Henriette, also followed that back at full speed.

◇ ◇ ◇

Inside the castle, treatment was provided by the nuns who belonged to the church, starting with Selah.

Most importantly, only Sarah was able to make the first move, and the three of them, including the rest of Tina, were able to do so thanks to her.

The touching reunion falls behind, and the healing magic is applied sequentially from the seriously wounded as they divide.

Several of them have already lost their lives.

I woke up. It takes precious effort to contain someone when they see a body and ramble it up.

It had already been taken out of the room to prevent it.

I don't know how much I've gotten used to seeing corpses, except when it comes to touching them and moving them around.

Honestly, Tina was pretty mentally stranded, and I was thinking that her child, Sarah, would be having a hard time.

"It's going to be okay now...... Recover! Look, it doesn't hurt anymore, does it? Good for you. Hmm...? Oh, okay, I'll be right there!

Instead, he's more agile than anyone else, and he's constantly moving with a smile.

The magical arms also outnumbered the other nuns, and when Saila cast her magic, she blocked it while looking at even the open wounds.

A girl who was brought to the King's Capital as a "Virgin Candidate” before her, she must have had a magical talent.

Still, it was definitely thanks to Neigus that we were able to grow so rapidly so far.

"You've got to be a lot more reliable in a little while."

That's what Tina whines about while she does the treatment.

Most importantly, Saila said, "Negas is protecting us, so we have to work hard! Otherwise, I can't be sweet with my chest up later! She doesn't even know if the colour is slightly out of order.

If Saila, who hated the Demon Nation, found out she was bound to that Demon Nation, the nuns would be astonished enough to flip over.

"Tina, the treatment over here is over!

"Next time, please take care of the minor injuries."

"Yes, sir."

Thanks to everyone's cooperation, the victims are likely to be kept to a minimum.

Only women in their thirties or so, lying in front of Tina, will remain seriously wounded.

There's a candlestick stuck in his abdomen, and he's bleeding heavily.

Did this happen with some kind of clap while everyone was losing their sanity?

It does have a pointy tip to stand the candle, so it can be a murder weapon.

But - she was left behind among the seriously wounded because of the oddity of the condition.

Just so we're clear, it's so strange to be alive.

The bleeding volume is higher than in the deceased and the body temperature is considerably lower.

If I were an adult woman, I would have died long ago.

Even though it is the expression that is painful, the respiratory interval remains constant.

All in all, frigid (...).

Yes, Tina was feeling it.

But there was no way to confuse the other nuns, and she kept it just in her own chest.

Anyway, try to treat it and you'll find out.

"It must have been painful, I'll help you now. Be patient."

That said, Tina reaches for the wound.

Close your eyes and concentrate when you wrap your palms around them at a distance that you won't touch.

Um, just before my eyelids blocked my vision - I thought she saw something behind the wound that reflected light (...).

At least not an organ.

Something blackened, inorganic.

Just in case, open your eyes again and put your face closer to the wound.

"I wonder what this is."

Saying, as Tina tried to peek in, a loud noise echoed along with a fierce shake of Zuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

Parallax and pebbles fall from the ceiling.

"Hey, what!?

Surprise, Tina looking around.

A woman lying in front of her like that reaches out to her neck to be unnoticed...

"Tina, it's dangerous!

"Ha ha!?

Saila rushed over and thrust Tina's body.

Then the two bodies are plundered by intense swirling air.

"Hey, what the hell... Huh!?

Confused Tina approximated, the woman, who should have been seriously injured, stood up and looked down at the two.

Her face was still a woman, but from her arms a sharp triple nail was stretched, stirring the air as she made a noise and spun.

As Sarah and her stare at each other, their faces and bodies eventually change to Werner.

In the present Werner, there is no predetermined form.

When I took in my mother, I threw away the human shell completely.

So you can be a meat chunk, and you can be domed like wrapping a royal castle.

It just seems like he's in the shape of a person, only because he's taking that form.

In other words, he became a red slime-like being with a core and sneaked into this room.

And they were aiming for an opportunity to break into the body of an already breathless woman and take her life.

"Are you the one who did terrible things to everyone?

When asked that, Werner sounded "chitchy" and quizzy, tongue-in-cheek three times.

"I didn't (...), I did (...). Flam insulted Yum Tsuke to pay everyone here"

"In short... you're here to hit eight because you lost."

"Ah?"

Werner stars at Saila and makes an unexpected chimp-like voice.

But she never stopped speaking out of fear.

"He's embarrassing. First of all, when I betrayed you and handed you over to Origin, it was a mess, but now I can't win because I'm trying to hide in a corpse, or bully the weak."

"Shut up and say whatever you want!

He grabbed Saila's chest with the hands of those who were not nails.

Tina said, "Sarah!," she tries to run over screaming her name, but Werner's spiral bullet plunders her cheek and stops her leg.

"Don't get on with the kid's ass!

"You're not on track, you just told me the truth. I know how cool I am, so I thought you were mad at me for telling the truth?

"Truth be told...?

"That's where the proof comes in."

"I shouldn't have said anything similar to Henriette or Flam, even a kid like me, hey, hey, hey!

The more words overlap, the more accurate (...) they become.

More reliably, effectively, pierce the chest.

No matter how bad that is, and how dull it is, he can only seal the opponent's opinion with violence anymore.

Even if the other child is one or more times down, there are no options left but to do so.

Fist to be shaken up.

A nail that spins like a drill would shatter as it chooses Saila's face and crushes it to the bone unbroken.

"No, don't stop!

"Stop it. Wow!

Tina's stillness can't even be accepted.

The embodied intent to kill approaches Saila.

Werner sticks a grin on his face that he can't afford, Tina reaches out with tears in her eyes, and the rest of the audience spits solidly to watch the end.

Saila, on the other hand, had a calm look on her face.

No - my forehead and back are sweaty and wet, and my mouth is dry by contrast.

I can never afford it.

But Tiger Sight is waiting for the opportunity.

Due to a series of healing magics, the remaining magic power is about half.

I mean, that (...) can only release one shot.

Keep your right hand close to Werner's flank so it doesn't get noticed and focus your magic.

"Die, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Close paws.

Critical timing when he is convinced of Sarah's death and the alarm that 'the opponent will not disobey' culminates.

So she unleashed the magic that built up in her right arm all at once.

"Judgement Illegal Formula!"

"Huh!?

A sword of light ejected at zero distance bursts into an unprotected flank.

Werner's flesh, protected by the power of Origin, never disappeared, but there was nevertheless a degree of shock to blow it away.

On that clap, Saila is released and thrown to the floor.

"Damn, I thought you were just a kid!

Having regained his posture, Werner stood up, this time without hesitation, to unleash the bullet of a fist-shaking spiral on his face.

But Sarah's already bought enough time.

The rescue that appeared made me angry when I saw a man trying to target my beloved Saila.

"Now it's time to die!

"There's no way I'm gonna let you do this! Crimson Barrett!"

Bazi!

Negas's emitted, extremely condensed tornado conceived of the forces of darkness hits against the bullets of the spiral.

It wasn't powerful enough to offset that magic, but just distracting the orbit served its purpose well.

Negas, leaning against Saila in one flight on the wind, hugs that little body and rescues it from the bullet in the second spiral.

And I took a distance from Werner.

"You can't let them get away with this. Wow!

"Don't run away, it's a hot baton touch!

Having arrived late in the room, Zeion blasts his foot into a straight line to Werner.

"There's no way that a fool, a demon clan without Origin's power, can compete with you!

Plus, he's pretty worn out in battle outside.

Werner was confident that he would end up with a blow.

But it is not a zion that flickers to that extent.

Without hesitation, without bumping into the enemy directly from the front.

"Bahhhhhh, knuckle!

This embarrassingly untwisted magic burns up Zion's fists.

The size of the flame is no big deal.

But the magic that dwelled there was due to all that remained in his flesh - that is, the technology that he alone possessed, called the Transcendental Spell (Ikseed Illegal).

Although it is not as powerful as it was when I used it before due to its high wear and tear, it won't push me down even if I bump into it with Werner's nails.

"What... what the hell... it's a lie, this! It's all in status, it's supposed to be more than what you want!

"My fist, my soul must dwell. Whoa, whoa!

The flesh of Zion, which is no longer out of magic.

But as it echoes his emotions, the fist-wrapping flame adds even more heat, melting even Werner's nails.

Without my nails, I can't take it.

Zeion's fist pierced Werner's cheek and a blasted flame blew him away.

The raised body crashes into the wall with its momentum and pops out with even bigger holes open.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Werner somehow regains his posture, zazzling, and lands as he glides down the ground.

The damage was quite significant, vertiginous and supported the body with one hand.

"Not yet... it's just soul. I don't know, beat the shit out of them trying to be strong. Still, come on, fight -"

I can fight.

That's what I was about to say, and his words broke.

And slowly, like a rusty brisket doll, I look back.

There were footsteps approaching Zah, Zah, Zah.

Zari, Zari, Zari, and I also made a sound of dragging something.

Werner did not share the feeling with the assimilator.

That herd of Werners, so to speak, is like an override copy.

Each has an independent personality and life.

So he didn't even imagine.

I didn't know the earlier shake was due to the flam.

And I don't know if as many as three hundred of me are going to be wiped out in one blow.

At all, even this kind of thing - I hadn't thought about it.

It's not like you didn't think about the possibility of breaking through.

If I can't kill her, that's fine, let's stab her in the face with my own hands at the end, I was so swallowed up.

But actually putting the flam in front makes me feel painful about how sweet an idea that was.

I can't.

You can never beat her.

It's not reason, it's emotion - already, admitting defeat.

"I think. Werner, you're an unsaveable man!

"L... Luke, Nect, now do it. Heh!

A private house spinning from overhead falls, plus a transferred nect directly behind the flam reaches for her back.

"... sorry"

When Fram apologized so much, he waved a divine eater.

Unturned, useless, smart slaughter.

Nekt's body is split in two, and Luke, who was in a remote location, is also split in two with a Chi Sword Slash (Plana Shaker).

And she's moving right forward.

A private house pierces the ground right behind you.

"Hih..."

Werner, who raised his pitiful voice reflexively, was ashamed of it and chewed his lips hard.

But - I still don't see the victory vigeon.

"Damn it. Ahhhh!

He seeped remorse into the cry, showing Flam his back and beginning to escape at all costs.

No matter how unusual, I want to live, no matter how hard I don't get the strength I wanted.

It was, in a way, above all human behavior.

"I won't miss... Mr. Leetus, please"

"Okay."

Fram said that in an unchallenged voice.

Then a black arm stretches out of his armor and as he circles in front of Werner, he restrains his limbs.

"Stop it, get off me. Yikes!

His body doesn't know what to say by the magic of the inversion that flows through Leetus' arms.

No matter how much she protests, the raised Werner's body is drawn toward Flam, and she herself walks over to him.

When the distance between the two approached within the range of the God-eater, the movement stopped.

"Ya, please... stop. Come on, I don't want to die yet...!

Such words are pointless.

Because he's already killed people who wanted to survive the same way.

When Flam puts his sword at hip height, he points its tip at Werner.

"No... no!

On his belly wasting like a child, first (...) a stab.

A black blade sank into his body and penetrated as he made a watery noise.

"Bye!

Flam pulls out his sword silently, before the red fluid that pulls the yarn breaks, this time with a blade up and sticking it in his stomach.

"Iggyu!

The wounds of the cross were carved into the torso, and cloudy and massive amounts of blood flowed out.

Slightly late, the same thing is thrown out of my mouth.

Furthermore, the affected area has begun to turn black and discolored.

It would be only a matter of time before a hell of a pain afflicts Werner.

So (...), Flam had no intention of killing him yet.

While I understand that that distorted hatred has not been much praised, I cannot help but clear it up.

Mirkit could be dead, this is the one who created the cause.

Fram was taken away by Maria, or killed Herman.

Even innocent people who had taken refuge in the castle lost their lives.

And blasphemed the dead.

They were forced to evoke the spiral children (spiral childrens) who slept in their graves and even treated large numbers of bodies like tools.

It's not something I can forgive.

Just dying isn't enough, Fram thought so.

If you're going to die anyway, you have to suffer, suffer, suffer, suffer endlessly.

Not justice - Flam's very personal hatred makes her do that.

"Ha... ahhh!

Slightly pierce the right thigh.

"Ahhhhh!

Keep the blade shifted and cut the meat open.

Plus on the left as well, just in the procedure of removing fish guts.

Unblocked wounds are fun.

Until now, Origin's compound has been twisted and blocked, so now, thanks to the curse and inversion, it can be left open to rot.

Next is the sole of the foot.

Stick it right, left and in turn, and then have Leetus turn his knee around, keeping his calf open as well.

"Fine, I'm in good shape"

Leetus was in a very good mood.

I didn't expect you to hang out with this tortured act with pleasure - Flam remembers for the first time in a long time that she was a grudge.

And 'if it were,' I let it escalate further.

Judge your belly and scrape out everything but your core.

Still not dying, because there is a core.

"Ya, stop...... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shh, shh!

Leetus slipped his eyeballs out with his hands.

"Awww, Mi, eh, eh, eh!

Flam chopped his arms slightly off his fingertips.

"Ko, Koko Hi...... heh! No more hiccups!

Incontinence and dirty, so cut down from the waist.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Then Leetus turned around the joints of his arms like a toy, and when he got weaker, he snapped.

Funny and "hehe" laughs.

I laughed so much, I started to cry.

With the momentum of tears, cut off both arms.

Werner's voice has gradually become weaker because of the worsening corruption.

Even the core is still alive if it is safe, so it is all over the place.

Because I rely on something like that.

Because I use something like that.

There's this stuff - because there is, everyone.

The more I did it, the more hatred faded, but instead the voidness began to dazzle me.

It wasn't for nothing.

I noticed the nothingness hidden beneath it, like a piece of membrane peeled off, so I guess there was a harvest.

But there's no point in this any more where I played with Werner's body.

At the end of the day, all I want is a flam, a mill kit.

No matter how much you believe or are told to believe, until you hold her in these hands, your rough heart will never come back to normal.

"Mr. Flam, is that enough?

Leetus asked Flam, laying face down with his sword in his grip.

"Yes, let's get this over with"

Stick the sword into Werner's chest.

The tip hits the core.

Inject the magic of inversion.

The core breaks and the small, chopped cramps of the corrupt Werner flesh stop.

Complete death.

"Mr. Hellman... I have taken my vengeance"

Not yet for his family, but for now, only for Herman himself, that's it.

But it was supposed to be a life that didn't have to be lost, including family.

Where revenge has been made, the downside is only close to zero, and it will never be positive.

To tightening chest pain, Flam grabbed his clothes.

Plus, lean down and stand up on the spot.

When the force fell out of his palm and the God-eating pattern slipped off, it became a particle and disappeared before it hit the ground.

Armor and other gear are also released and returned to the flam as “one girl“, wearing shorts on a short sleeve jacket.

In its chest, various thoughts were swirling.

Starting with Saila, Negas and Zeion also wanted to rush over to her and celebrate the victory, but it's not even that atmosphere.

But in the meantime, when one woman goes outside through an empty hole in the castle without reading the air, she approaches the flam.

And when I stop my foot in front of you, I raise my hand to the height of my head.

"Here, show me your hands."

she said with a nigga laugh.

Flam, who was called out and raised his face, is stunned to see the person standing in front of him.

"Ella......?

You said you could get it out.

"Oh, yeah"

When Flam also raised her hand as she was told, she slammed her palms against each other and sounded her pussy.

"Yea!"

"... to?

To the height of the tension of the unintelligible Eela, a decent flam.

Then she frowned and glanced between her brows.

Flam somehow feels nostalgic for the look of his bad personality.

"What kind of reaction is that? You won, didn't you? Why don't you be a little happier?

"It's not that simple..."

"It's okay, it's as simple as it sounds right now. Think about the mess later, you'll get old? You look a little older than before."

"I'm no match for Ella."

"Aren't you gonna tell me...?

It looks like a one-touch instant - and the air is soothing itself.

"I mean, Ella, are you alive?

"Say that now!? I'm telling you, you lived a lot, too. A woman named Maria took you to Origin, didn't she?

"Well, somehow. I guess that means we're in bad luck with each other."

"I don't want to be with you, but I guess so. Phew."

"Haha."

To Ella's laugh, she gets caught and Flam laughs too.

When I'm laughing, my little hard thoughts disappear from my head.

"Ha... I think I've learned the importance of laughing in this case"

"I'm saying something that doesn't look like Eli"

"It's not obvious, it's not going to be like this. Neither are you, now's the time to laugh, but until then, it seemed impossible and dark."

"It's..."

Mouthful flam.

What comes to mind is what Milkit looks like.

But I told Ella about it, and it doesn't matter.

"Well, it'll be easier if I say it."

As I read such Flam's thoughts, she told me to be gentle and to teach.

Pushed back by the words, Flam thinks a little and then tells him to blur.

"Because Milkit is gone. Crushed by the ruins I was evacuating, so... I don't even know if he's alive...!

Since the second half, my voice had shivered.

Just remembering brings up tears.

No matter how positive you are, believing you're supposed to be alive, you never have zero anxiety.

To the fram with a serious look, Eela opens her mouth.

"Oh, she's alive."

"... Huh?

Flam opened his eyes and stared at Ella's face so that he could see even the unbelievable.

"So, because then the ruins crumbled... Milkit, Mr. Keraina, and Halom underneath..."

"I don't know the specifics because I wasn't on the spot. But I heard about the Eterna with you."

"Mr. Eterna!?

Ever since Origin's seal was unsealed, instead of seeing her once, Eterna didn't even listen.

I thought you'd be alive somewhere, but I didn't know you were helping Milkit over there.

At the same time that I didn't even imagine it, I think 'Mr. Eterna might do it' if I had to ask.

"After that, Hugue kicked me off, and I think I'm probably hiding somewhere."

"Well, really..."

"Are you suspicious? I'm not rotten enough to lie here."

Once upon a time - I mean, while I admit I was rotten when I was stuck with Dayne, I now deny it's different, Ella.

"I'm sorry," Fram also said, grinning bitterly that she would be trustworthy now.

And once again, bite the fact that Milkit is alive - finally a drop of tears spills out of his dry eyes again.

"Oh, my God, he's alive. Milkit, you're alive...!

"Wow, I cried."

"'Cause Milkit was alive!? Milkit isn't happy to be alive.

"You really like her."

"It's obvious... because it's a mill kit. For me, the mill kit... the mill kit ha ha..."

From Flam's eyes, there are endless tears.

Shizuku fell from his chin.

She rubs her nose and wipes her wet cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Ugh... I love it, I love it, I love it in people... it's the best in the world, I love it the most, so... as long as there's a mill kit, well, even if the world is safe, there's no point without a mill kit...!

"Well, that would be nice."

"Yeah...... good for you...... good for you...... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Flam's body collapses hard and he kneels.

I couldn't stop crying whether I wiped it or not, so she decided to give up already and cover her cheeks with both hands.

"Huh, duh... Huh, duh... Wow!

Open your mouth wide and don't hide overflowing emotions.

Tears of joy pass between your fingers and convey the back of your hand.

Flam felt as if his possessions were falling.

Since they took me away from that ruin, I've recovered myself I've lost, but should I say?

Milkit is no longer half-body to her.

If it doesn't exist, it can't even sustain itself.

So be sure to find out.

Rescue.

If you're alive, if you're anywhere in this world, you'll never, ever hug me right away - swear you'll never let me go again, and we'll make a deal.

That's what Fram decided to do.