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

Origin's power is regarded all over his body.

Spiral Awakening (Spiral Brave) - It is the magic that increases the physical ability improved by a few more folds in the Brave.

Its rise value is about 2.5 times higher.

Given that her pre-use status was higher than Flam's, it would mean that Cyril is now more than 2.5 times stronger than her.

"Mr. Eterna, please step back"

"... ok"

Eterna feels pity, yet holds the wound, tugging her legs back.

Soon, from being a protected subject, it turned into a protected subject.

Just kidding, I was going to lead Flam as an adult - but now that back is way ahead of me.

"Flam"

"Yes, what is it?

To myself, who is just a wizard, what can I do?

That makes me even more pitiful that I can only do such a tiny thing.

But we have to tell him.

It's not my pride that matters, it's to lighten up what Flam carries at all.

"Good luck."

thumbs up all the time, Eterna said so.

Flam - loosens his expression to such an exhilaration overflowing with femininity.

And thumbs up in the same way,

"Sure!

and returned it.

It's really tiny.

But a small pile of thoughts should fill the gap between Cyril - no, Origin and Flam.

It has always been so.

The only thing that stood up to the ultimate god was the idea of connecting only a few people with each other.

"Phew..."

Flam exhales.

My eyes change.

A divine eater gripping with both hands groans with joy before the incarnation of God.

Drop your hips and focus on your feet.

I wasn't trained, but her sword moves, which had been polished in action, were somewhere beastly...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Barking at its throat, it strikes Cyril.

Goh, and the foot of the fram blows up, and the earth turns.

Eterna watched over that first contact while blocking the blowing wind with her hands.

Most of all, from what I saw from her, I didn't even know for sure that we were meeting too fast.

The black sword and the silver one-handed sword collide, and the air explodes.

But against the flam cut with both hands, Cyril only has his right hand.

Before being grabbed with his remaining left hand, Flam reinforces his arm with a plana, launching a furious streak of attacks - the Qi Ken Stream (plana stream).

Slash, chop, chop, chop.

Both spikes and headwinds are emitted in a manner in which countless slaughters are almost simultaneously close to extremes.

Cyril took it all with one hand.

Even the giant beast touched the flesh to fly.

And she told her in a voice without emotion.

"Accelerate"

The flesh accelerates.

Reduce the time even further than the extreme of the flam to show off the authentic "streak.”

"Disappear -"

Flam felt a shock on his back when he wondered if Cyril was no longer visible.

Although it was not fatally wounded thanks to Avismail, its position is directly behind the heart - if it is pierced, it ends at that moment.

But of course, that's not all.

Almost simultaneously, the shoulders, legs, arms and head all wield swords in all areas.

Three-dimensional movement utilizing up to the x, y, and z axes, unlike Flam's Qi Sword Serial Slash (Plana Stream).

"Guuuuuuu!"

God-eating, it's best to defend your head only hard.

The opponent either understands it, perseveres in aiming at his hands and feet, and each one is severed.

Playback is for a moment.

But that moment is too long in the realm of Flam and Cyril.

"Blaster"

Cyril puts a sword tip on Flam's back and releases it at zero distance.

"Riversalu!"

Then the ground at his feet burst out at high speed and struck out Flam's body into the air.

Blaster is released towards the void, tearing apart the gray clouds.

"Let it go!

Floating, Flam waves his sword with one hand.

Chi Sword Disturbance (Plana Cluster) - A number of blades overlapped and approached Cyril.

She doesn't avoid it.

Instead, kick the ground and approach the flam directly from the front.

I'm sure of it.

Attacks of this magnitude - you should be able to undo them in one swing.

"Then eat this one too!

When Flam wields his divine eating, he turns around and throws.

Regardless, the sword is full of planas.

The attack was supposed to be heavy (...) only for a certain amount of time there was an entity.

But still, she even plays it off in one swing.

"It's gonna be easy for me."

The god eater flying in the direction of the day after tomorrow disappears along the way, returning immediately to the state where the flam can be called.

"But not yet. Ahhh!

She sticks her hands forward with her fingers extended - letting go of her own flesh, finely chopped.

Five hundred flipped machine guns a second, running out of elbows.

You can't stop this in one swing.

"Aura."

Then Cyril unleashed her own magic as a simple shockwave over her body.

Goo-wow!

A storm of blowing magic strikes out the magic of the inversion put into the bullet and stops the movement.

I thought the attack was a failure - and it's not.

Cyril is subtly out of balance with Aura's activation, which makes it impossible to unleash enough powerful slaughter.

In other words, the movement could be inhibited.

Sufficient purpose was achieved.

Flam's hands are already regenerating.

God-eating also pulled through.

The war situation is reset.

The two land on each other.

"Blade."

The sword lifted by Cyril wraps the light and stretches high in heaven.

"Idea Blade (Plana Edge) Heh!

Likewise, Flam's sword wraps around the plana, becoming a giant blade tens of meters long.

Next in the speed comparison, the force comparison - apparently Origin intends to thoroughly break her confidence.

"Sooooooooooo!

……

The two swords stir the air and bump into each other as they wrap up the fierce wind.

Gohhhhhhh!

To the clash of forces beyond people's knowledge, space is distorted, debris is blown away, and ruins are further transformed into ground.

"Gu, uhh!

Flam waving a giant sword as he eats up his teeth and runs his eyes blood.

Whether the sword gets huge or not, the speed of slaughter remains unchanged.

No, it must not be changed.

Otherwise, I can't keep up with Cyril's movements.

"Huh, huh, huh!

The ragged scream sounds painfully.

More than once, the muscles of the arms are broken and the bones are broken.

The limits of the flesh are passing by.

Otherwise, you can't beat Cyril, who boasts a status of over 100,000.

The wound makes up for with instant regeneration.

Pain endures by eating up your teeth.

The taste of blood spread in my mouth due to too strong a bite.

But I'm used to that, too.

The smell, the taste, the tongue, the pain, everything, I don't want to get used to, but I got used to it.

So - it makes me impotent.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The throat also swept away, and the smell of blood comes up from it as well.

of the limits, and the limits further beyond were approaching.

If you cross that line, there is only ruin.

No matter how full of energy the flam is, it doesn't matter what the final point of arrival is.

"Uh-oh!

The moment the sword meets, Flam's arms snap and break.

Still relying on regenerative abilities to shake it up forcefully, but now another limit gets in her way.

I felt a different unpleasant feeling in my hands through a god-eating pattern.

There is a crack in the blade of the plana.

Yes, that's not the body, it's the limit of the plana.

Blades made by overwhelming magic are of course that high in strength.

If we meet continuously with such a thing, it is only natural that Flam's Idea Blade (Planar Edge) will eventually reach its limit.

"Give up."

I heard Origin.

Some of the blades are crushed and scattered.

"Your loss is decided"

I heard Origin.

Some of the blades bounce and fly.

It's no use.

I heard more.

The blade breaks in two.

"I don't need you anymore."

Still, he keeps saying, "Admit you lost."

"Shut up. Come on!

Emotions of stripping, rejecting.

That stuff, it's counterproductive.

Instead of giving up, the fighting spirit rolls.

Flam created the Idea Blade (Plana Edge) again and slashed it.

"I don't care how inferior you are with your powers!

I guess Cyril is also sparring and trying to break Fram's heart with every sword.

In one blow, the blade splashes.

"How unscrupulous a battle!

But she quickly creates a new blade and continues to wave her sword without stopping.

Over and over again, you may shake your consciousness even if you hear your arms cut a thousand times but your blood vessels cut off.

"No, I always did!

Shake it down, crumble it.

Cut it up, smash it.

Smash away, smash away.

Repetition of the same thing.

No - All the flams are worn out.

"Not unscrupulous. The battle was less!

I still don't come to the conclusion that it's futile because she has memories and experience.

He said he would always find a winning chance if he didn't even give up, before any difficulties.

"That's what I'm talking about!

That's why I shrink my body.

Sharpen your soul and give your life.

Believe me, there is more regeneration ahead of that loss.

"I think my heart breaks. Ahhh!

Bazi! The sword and sword that collide with each other emit a fierce light, dyeing the world white.

When his vision cleared, Cyril's created sword of light was gone.

"Ha... ha..."

Even though the flam is more worn out, this is a surprising result for Origin.

Because if you look at numbers and data alone, there's no way you can do that to a flam.

The future has not yet been dyed black.

Hope remains.

Flam with his shoulders up and down, showed his teeth and laughed.

"To this extent... it's not the end, is it?

Cyril, who stopped moving, reacts to the words and sets up his sword again.

"I was just watching it a little sweet."

"I thought this would be enough for you."

Though.

"That's a trivial miscalculation."

"It is an error"

I told him I hadn't done everything I could.

In fact, I guess so.

"Alter Ego"

Cyril increases to two.

Flam opened his eyes for a moment and was surprised, but quickly pulled his mind together.

I can't help thinking about reason or anything.

She can be separated, because that's the truth.

And they approached the flam at the same time and sandwiched it from the front and back.

Flam jumping into the side.

Blaster released for landing point.

A body that flips and rises on the ground.

Blaster swung empty and in the air Flam swung up his sword.

A split Cyril is slashed from behind it.

Flam created two “Idea Swords (Plana Blades)" without even looking at them and intercepted them.

While the opponent is dealing with the attack, he kicks in the air and approaches the ground suddenly.

Cut it off with Cyril, who released the blaster first.

But the muscle strength difference is obvious.

It doesn't even make sense, it pushes me back.

(Not at all like just now!

It was unexpected that it would not even be a meeting.

"Blade."

Cyril, approaching from behind, shears the sword of light and is slashed by the flam.

The blade - even with Abyss Mail - cannot be stopped.

"Gee!? but ahhhhh!

The upper and lower body are split in two.

The cutting surface was a beautiful one, and I could clearly see my body cut into rings from the flam as well.

Playback begins immediately.

A red muscle joins the two bodies together and draws them together.

"Blaster"

There, the other Cyrillic continuously emitted a beam of light.

It is impossible to avoid.

Most importantly...

(Any more, if the armor is damaged... Exactly, the enchant loses its effect, right?)

I just wanted to avoid being the two dances of soul-eating.

Therefore, she dares to store Abyss Mail and all of her god-eating and even foot-and-foot gear, choosing lightness.

And he poured magic from his thighs down, bursting it.

"Blow it up. (Riversal) Heh!

Pah!

Splashing flesh.

With that recoil, Flam's body is beaten to the ground.

Leg garters have been lost, but hundreds more magic and sensation are now errors.

... I just have to think so.

As a result, Blaster even flies across the sky, like a meteor.

"Gi... ugh... ugh... ugh!

Flam moves forward trying to get a little away from Cyril with only the force of his arm.

The wound bubbled and was about to return to its original shape.

As time goes by, Cyril's Alter Ego loses its effect as well.

She did not create a split again - she moved beside the cursory moving flam and stabbed a sword in her chest.

Twist your body just before.

Gaggin! and the ground is crushed, wind.

The body of a blown, rolling flam.

Use the momentum to rise on both freshly regenerated legs and call for leg gear again.

(There's distance, there's the other guy's alarm. Now -!)

Flam put his hand on his chest.

The heart is fierce and squeaks as hard as it can clean.

Furthermore, it also activates brain movement, dramatically increasing the production of the plana.

From its back, the white aura overflows.

And as he pulled through the divine eating more than in different spaces, he swept across the ground on the soles of his feet and popped forward.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

A flam that reduces time but accelerates very rapidly.

The defenseless Cyril grabbed the sword as its tip nearly touched its own armor - gah.

"Huh..."

I shouldn't have even noticed you were getting close to it until just before.

Even so, he grabbed the sword after reacting and was stopped.

Flam's trump card - "Planal Overdrive" with a flash of chi, so easy.

"It's no use."

It's no use.

"No use."

"It's no use."

I hear voices.

Everyone is convinced of Flam's loss.

"Even if you have an unbreakable heart."

"Same thing if the sword breaks"

Cyril can put his strength into the hand he grabbed.

Little by little, the god eats away.

No problem if you put it away, Fram thought so.

And I remembered - the sword doesn't go away.

"Why... go back, go back!

No matter how rough my voice was, things didn't change.

Perhaps Cyril, or Origin, is enclosing it with magic.

In addition, she strengthens her powers to destroy the God-eater.

"Get off me, get off me. Yikes!

Neither desperate to pull through nor frightened.

Fram, who has fought bravely, couldn't hide his upset about this either.

This god eater, which Hellman struck and carried the curse (funny) of thousands or tens of thousands of people, is broken with one palm, etc.

That's breaking people's hearts and agreeing.

Flam's heart may not break, but - without the ability to play, there's no chance of winning, just in case.

Then, on Cyril's back, something hit him and crushed him.

Damage is zero.

But at that moment, the power of my hand loosened slightly.

Flam pulls through the divine eating and swings right down.

"After all, I'm not convinced you're just watching"

I heard a carefree voice.

Over Cyril's shoulder, Flam sees her.

"Mr. Eterna, you must have escaped!?

"So I wasn't convinced. Iceland."

Once again, Eterna's unleashed spear of ice crashes into Cyril's back and smashes and scatters.

To Cyril, who turns consciousness toward Eterna, Flam waves his sword down.

But she was lightly slashed with a one-handed sword.

"Alter Ego"

As it drifts, a split is generated so that it is born off her back.

The aim is Eterna.

The effect of an abdominal injury, or her movements will be dull, it will be difficult to escape.

"Mr. Eterna!

"Ice Lance...... Illegal Formula"

An even bigger spear of ice, created with the magic of none.

That's a pretty good blow for Eterna, but the approaching Cyril doesn't even defend.

That's because it just smashes the moment it hits your body, and you don't have the strength to just cause a scratch.

"Come on... flip it. (Riversal) Huh!

When the flam pours the magic of inversion at his feet, the cut ground flips around and upsets Cyrillic's balance.

Before she got involved, she jumped out gently.

But that's just a stepping stone.

Flam puts his hand on his chest.

Concentrate the plana on the heart.

Continuous use of Chi-Yue's flashing "Planal Overdrive" - Dunno, her chest pulsed, and she blushes at the strong pain.

Further strengthening of the brain with the plana caused an electric shock-like headache with nausea.

"Duh... ahhhhh!

Still, Flam did not stop his hand, passing beside Cyril and fleshing into a split slashed by Eterna.

And now it's not a spike, it's a slap - into the back of the head that's not protected by armor.

Zach! and her face, ripped from behind.

He breaks his skull, cuts his brain into rings, and his brain-mixed blood splashes.

No matter how much they are, they're friends.

Even though I feel bad about slashing and killing, my chest only lightens a little to the fact that I was able to save Eterna.

"Ha... ha... Mr. Eterna, I'm impotent, I'm too..."

"... sorry, I ended up being helped"

"No, because thanks to you, the God-eater was safe."

Had God eaten gone, Flam would not have been able to beat Cyril in case.

I can't thank her enough for risking my life to help me.

"But now it's time to back off,"

"Ok...... do good"

Flam with a bitter laugh at the subtle and incredible choice of words.

Eterna leaves as she drags her legs away.

Cyril glanced at her once, but she doesn't seem to be looking for her anymore.

Kill Flam first.

I can feel the will of such an Origin.

(Well, I don't know what to do from here...)

The opponent is powerful enough to grasp and break the divine eater.

Or it beats Flam in all its elements as well as force.

Surely my heart hasn't broken yet.

But that vigeon didn't come to mind at all about how to win from here more than the Righteousness was prevented.

(Ha, you don't even give me time to think about it)

Before the operation is decided, Cyril moves.

"Stealth"

With that said, she disappeared.

Aside from the signs, I haven't even heard footsteps.

Flam has no idea what or where he's going to set me up from.

In order to prevent an attack, there is nothing else to work with.

"There!

Flam turned around and scowled at the oblique.

Cyril, who jumps up and tries to smash his head, remains disappeared and takes it with her bare hands.

I don't know, I didn't set up a chase.

"... escaped?

It opens for a few seconds.

Huohuo, and while only the sound of the wind echoes, Fram becomes even more focused.

And - again, she called.

"Where did you come from!

Now forward.

She takes the swung blade with her hands once again.

Diagonally back next, then right.

Cyril launches attacks from various directions, but Flam feels uncomfortable.

(Why are you taking it with your hands? Plus, it feels like I'm reluctant to move somewhere)

Until just now, he said he should have cut it with a sword faster.

If Eterna was here, she might have issued a warning.

But Fram doesn't know.

where the sword is when she strikes with her fists.

Ooooh - such a ripping sound of the sky, she looked up to the lid to heaven.

Then far from the other side, the columns of light fall.

"From the top!?

Polar light like multiple bundles of blasters.

If you get caught up in that flash of light, it's self-evident reason to blow up in no time to worry about your head, your heart, etc.

Fortunately, the flam I noticed in advance escaped the range with all my might.

Shortly afterwards, do-oh! and it lands on the ground, winds up debris and lightly burns her back.

Flam stroking his shoulder down relieved that he was almost intact.

But yet another intent to kill flew in after her head.

It's not from the sky, it's far away - from somewhere outside Seleid.

"Kuh!

Twist your body.

The bullet plundered her shoulder, groping the meat, and blew her arms off.

(I just blurred, this power!?

To the stunned flam, the bullet releases even more continuously.

The shield was almost removed in the previous battle, so there is no place to hide yourself.

She had to run around desperately.

Cyril's aim is frighteningly accurate, even prefetching and shooting at Flam's movements.

She had her hands and feet covered each time, but so far her head and heart had been protected.

And finally he succeeds in getting away from the castle and hiding himself in the shadow of a private house.

The attack stopped.

If Origin is watching, it looks like he can snipe into a place like this without any relationship, but that seems impossible.

(First, Cyril disappeared with “stealth”. After that, I've planted both that one falling from the sky and the sniping from afar...)

What logic allowed such two attacks to be used apart at the same time?

(Probably the one who was beating me up was the one made of "Alter Ego." Cyril herself went outside Seleid in the meantime and shot me)

Fix the flam safely and securely, and yet shoot from a high altitude - don't let yourself get caught up in the "satellite”.

(I can go both close and far, he said. I'm basically a melee fighter, and I haven't even gotten that arm to Cyril)

Then where is the part where I beat her?

Feeling? Feeling?

There's too much difference in power to cover with that.

(Really, how am I supposed to do that? What the hell did Gene say about winning?

Aside from that personality, I can trust my brain well.

There's no way.

Was that really in vain death?

In the first place, is he dead?

Too many questions.

But the situation is too pressing to derive that answer.

"That's..."

Soon, Cyril stood at the end of Flam's gaze - on a two-story private house.

She activates magic when she holds the sword in her hand directly beside her to show off her blade.

"Alter Ego Southern Blade"

The more, the sword.

On her back, there are more swords than I can count.

And when you throw it high in heaven, which you hold in your hand, the more things you follow will also rise.

Far away.

The sun visible from the gap of clouds opened by blasters, while illuminated by its light.

Flam was stunned and could only watch how it went.

"Ha... ha... this, it's no use running away"

Because I knew that.

And Cyril lifts her hand against the sky, and tells her.

"Satellite train"

In the midday sky, the stars blink.

It's falling.

A meteor that brings death, burns the earth - like rain, pours down.

"... but we have to avoid it"

Probably no escape.

I want to think I won't get involved because I'm moving the place in the opposite direction from the Eternas, but now I can't afford to show them around.

But perhaps this should also be magic with a great amount of magic drain on Cyril.

If we can get over it, we'll see a winning chance.

I want to think so.

There is no need to avoid it altogether.

As long as we survive - there has to be a way.

And finally, the first blow lands right in front of Flam.

The light dives deep into the earth, and your feet rise and splash as you lift the ground from the basement.

"Huh!"

Flam jumps up in that momentum.

Before heading, the light falls from directly above.

Twist your body. The light blurs. My shoulders evaporated.

Playback.

Landing, Forward, Back Gone.

Further forward as we land again, retract, and jump in and roll to the side.

My eyes are burned by heat, falling in front of me.

Jump right in with just the sensation.

The feeling of heat approaching your feet.

Turn off your gear, now you're in the way.

Speed, I need speed, anyway.

Both legs disappear.

My face is further cut out by the light that has fallen in front of me.

I don't have any more screaming mouths.

But the brain is alive.

So I thought I had to get away from it anyway.

Stuffed in pain in my heart, I roll to the side.

The wound heals.

When I stood up using the blast, I put my hand on my chest.

"Damn, Gu, ahhhhhhhh!

With my chest and head hitting, I felt something cut off.

Ouch.

Ouch.

Ouch.

Unpreventable pain in Enchant.

It's going crazy.

But the light pours down.

Acceleration due to the flash of Qi Yue "Planal Overdrive".

As I jumped up, the light shredded my heels.

Flying to debris rising in the air, regenerating at the same time.

Kick it to another rubble.

Sew between the pouring light as the muscles all over your body are cut off with a butch.

I can't stop.

I can't stop yet.

The acceleration continues, must continue, that is, the continuation of the flashing "Planal Overdrive" of Chi Yue.

(Oh, I'm slipping...)

I had that feeling.

It's like something important is getting deadly, too late.

Wow, sad.

I can't undo it.

But when you die, it makes no sense.

Zero if you die.

If you stay, if you can go back to Milkit, so be it.

I don't like it.

The truth is, I don't like it, I don't like it - from the start, I can't help but hate this stuff.

Because that's the only way.

I can do that because somehow, I'm the only one in the world who can.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Bark, bleeding from the edge of your mouth.

Like a beast - no, be the beast itself, and let out your survival instincts.

Desperate, life-connecting flam.

Cyril appeared in the pouring meteor rain, grinning at her like that.

To return from heaven and hold the sword, to overlap the flam and the sword.

Tears of blood, she had no choice but to grip the divine eater.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Gagooooooo!

Tie the blade in the air, the sword of the flam is played.

The light looms from over her head.

I built a plana wall and kicked it.

A leading Cyril takes aim at the heart from its back.

The flam looks back, grips the blade with his bare hands, and shifts the cutting tip forcefully.

The sword pierced his right chest.

Cyril put more magic into it.

"Blaster"

I'm going to blow my body off like this.

Once again touching the tip of the sword protruding from his chest with his bare hands, Flam changes its orientation as he sinks the blade deep into his palm.

Dwong! The unleashed magic blows her right half and the hand that was touching the blade.

I don't care if my heart is safe.

Flam that falls while spinning on impact.

Cyril kicking the rubble and approaching it once in a while.

Jump up in the plana.

Avoid light at the expense of some.

Cross the sword trident.

Blowing, piercing, missing body, regeneration, sword trident, flying, loss - everything from satellite train activation to date is just an act done less than a few seconds in a flash.

In the meantime, the crisis of life faced by Flam amounts to a hundred.

But she didn't die.

I shredded my life, but never gave up raw.

When the rain of light stops, it is blown by Cyril's sword, and the flam that has lost its limbs is slammed to the ground.

"Agu......"

Clothes are blurry, your whole body is bloody, your eyes are empty.

But Fram was alive.

The wound regenerates as long as she lives, and she rises again.

Stand up, stand up.

Holding the God-eater in his hands, he walks over here to Cyril.

"Hiu... Hiu..."

Breathing is shallow and my body isn't going to listen to me for a while.

I'm pretty sure they're cornered.

But on the other hand, Origin would be surprised, too.

Totally, because the attack just now was a release with the intention of killing her.

"That's it"

"It's Finally Over"

"Congratulations"

"We'll Be Freed"

Origin's voice echoing in Flam's brain also sounded reassuring somewhere.

She laughs at it with her nose.

"It's not over yet...!

When Cyril stopped her leg a few meters away, she pointed her sword tip.

I'm going to use Blaster again.

I can't prevent it, and I can't move my body, so it's hard to avoid.

(But I guess, I can handle it. Because I've done something about it before)

Supporting her is such unfounded confidence.

No, maybe there's a basis.

As it makes sense that human beings who use the power of Origin themselves lose their lives without exception, those who stand up to Origin with a strong will are bound to be rewarded.

As there were those who fulfilled their promises.

As there were those who thought.

As there were those who saved.

Everyone, little by little, has left a wound on the devil who calls this God.

And those thoughts got Flam to Cyril's place.

It's not just the equipment she's got.

If many lives are the foundation and you stand in this place - there should be no reason to defeat.

"If it's inevitable... straight from the front, let it stop!

Shake up the God-eater high.

Defeat the opponent's attack with the PLANA CARS DO GRANDY ZASTER, an air blade curse.

Magic concentrates on Cyril's blade.

The whole sword brings light.

And when the full force saturated and nearly overflowed - into my head, my voice poured in.

"Kukukukukuku..."

It doesn't belong to Origin.

"Kuhahahahahaha"

It's uncomfortable in a completely different direction from that, man voice.

"Ha-ha-ha!"

He was in a good mood high laugh, smashing through the stuck air on the battlefield.

"Is this disgusting and upsetting voice from Gene's? How could he be dead!

I thought I was gonna do something, but all of a sudden if you hear me, even Flam is confused.

"Who?

"Why does it sound like us too?

"Where are you pouring in from?

Origin was equally puzzled and Cyril stopped moving.

Gene goes on to say more.

"Cyril, did you think I would only give my own life for such pointless magic!? No, you didn't think. Because I'm a genius! Because a genius would have expected me to do something! The life of a genius is worth it, and the corresponding result is required!

That was probably recorded during my lifetime.

I guess I magically recorded my voice and planted it.

Needless to say where (...).

Um - for the suicide bombing ceremony, yeah.

No, probably that wasn't magic or anything to blow yourself up in the first place.

'In the first place, it is not in itself unwillingness to dedicate this precious life to rotten people like you... but it is still unforgivable. You must punish Origin for denying me a lonely genius, and Cyril for refusing to do so even though I gave her my thoughts! And you guys should take it spoiled!

Even so, it's a long story.

Origin seems pretty wary of how much she hates Gene, but in the meantime, Flam's breathing has been perfectly neat.

Chest pain and headaches don't go away, but the body moves.

Well, I'm probably not thinking that far.

'And Fram, this is not an apology. I'm telling you, I still think I'm right about selling you. "

"Ha... in the end, I don't reflect until the end"

"No need for reflection on me, because correctness does not bind me, because I am the right one!

"Why do we have a conversation... because I will never admit to dying about you"

"It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not. Thank you. Forever in the future, continue to thank me until the next life, and worship me every morning and night rubbing my head against the ground like a devout believer!

"So why are we having a conversation!?

frustrating flam that seems to have been read my mind.

I thought you were alive a little bit, but - apparently, that's different.

Around dying and still hurting my feelings, he still can't help it.

"Come on, scratch it! This is the magic that risked my life, the supreme and the best, to make a name for itself in history!

And the technique he - carved into Cyril under the guise of a suicide bomber - activates.

Four attributes bound together, dominating nature, and yet not only the magic of the whole body, but also the conversion of one's own life into magic, as Gadio's gambling life did.

"Genius, be forever." Gene Intage Eternal!

The supreme and the best - and its magic, which boasts the worst sense of naming, first floated a four-layer, four-color magic formation in a radius of about ten meters around Cyrillic.

The inscribed of the procedure slowly rotates in different orientations and surrounds the Cyrillic in the form of a sphere.

She tried to escape with one or two steps, but the formation moves as it moves.

Regardless, Cyril herself cannot escape the magic.

And Fram didn't dare try to escape from it.

Because I remember that feeling (...).

"I'm not going to forgive you for what you did, and I'm not thankful for this."

The status reduction is just over 30,000.

Her status rises only as much as it decreases.

I mean...

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S. Coffee Quote = ORIGIN

Attribute: Bravery/Original

Power: 93598

Demon Lyo: 96659

intact: 90986

Resistance: 93149

Not Available: 93489

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Fram Apricot

Attribute: Flip

Muscle Strength: 81919

Magic: 82092

Health: 83395

Agility: 81042

Sense: 82230

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The status difference between the two narrowed to about 10,000.

"I'll admit you're a genius!

Whatever your personality, you just have to admit your abilities.

Gene said there would be no victory without his own death - because this magical activation required his life.

"It's Far Away"

"My wins don't change"

"Give up."

"Nothing Changes"

As always, Origin insists on raising the white flag.

"I'm so desperate, I'm laughing"

With a grin on his mouth, Flam waves his sword up again.

If we get to this area, the difference in status of about 10,000 is an error.

I make it up to you with strength and courage, and most importantly - because in those who have become weaker and stronger, the feeling of their bodies is completely different, even as they feel.

Heavier on one side, lighter on the other.

It is clear that the latter is advantageous.

"Blaster"

Cyril sets me up.

Seeing it, Flam reinforced the high sword with a thought blade (plana edge) and shook it down.

"Ha-ha-ha!

The blade is slammed to the ground, causing a storm of planas and curses -!

The two forces collide and scatter sparks violently.

Until earlier, Cyril's blaster would have wiped out a light flam attack.

But not now.

antagonizing.

Neither pushes, but in the first hit position, showing each other the battle.

Keep using up each other's energies, eventually - offset and extinguish.

"If this... Huh!

Realizing that the power gained does exist, Flam's fighting spirit burns up violently.

"Cyril, I'm going to help you soon."

I can see the victory vigeon.

On the other hand, confusion spread among the Origins who manipulated Cyril's body.

You couldn't lose if you had more than 100,000 stats, that's how sure you were.

Their absolute belief collapses.

Impossible death approaches with realism.

"And Original, I'll get rid of you soon too! The power I've gained, with all of it!

Towards such an origins, Flam cut his fury with a pregnant voice.