Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

A man-made mansion overflowing with tentacles from each joint.

To that anomaly, we're the only two facing each other.

The total length of the paragant is fifty meters with a constant estimate.

Size like a monster or a giant robot.

But if we don't take this guy down, we're not getting out of here.

"Can we go, Elvis?

"I don't know. Try it and you'll see."

That's right.

Well, suppose I try...!

Tentacle giant - paragant, swinging his right arm wide.

Boom.

Just waving his arms properly, a huge mass stirred the air.

We're stirred up hard by it, but we're not amateurs enough to break up about it.

"I don't need the temper here -!"

Elvis waved a mirage sword against the impending paragant's right arm.

It bursts behind his elbow and breaks both ways while playing a tremendous breaking noise.

The tentacles that were holding his arms together broke a thousand times and scattered dirty fluids.

But paragants don't leak one scream.

Don't let your hair in for a while and shake your left arm.

"I'll take that!

I grabbed Elvis' slashed right lower arm with both hands.

Horrible mass, like a great tree after hundreds of years and hours.

But for me, it's just a stick that's a little hard to hold.

On the left arm of the impending paragant, I slap the snatched lower right arm.

Both broke apart and became debris, falling to the ground far below.

"What. That's no big deal......!

"Wait! That!"

What Elvis pointed to was a cross section of both arms that had been amputated.

The tentacles are stretched countless times and the scattered debris is recovered.

And as you look at it, you put it up in the shape of your original arm.

"Do you play...! Elvis, you're on the left!

"Yeah!"

We each tried to get close to the arm of the paragant to stop regeneration.

But.

All of a sudden, tentacles gushed out of the shoulder joint of the paragant and hit us in large numbers.

I just have to back off.

If you can't get in there and get tangled up, it's over at that point.

While escaping the tentacles, both arms played more completely.

During the restoration, the site is still safe to follow with tentacles?

It's annoying......!

"No matter how many hands and feet you break, it doesn't seem to make sense."

said Elvis, who rendezvous again.

I snorted,

"Then there's one thing to aim for."

Head.

Beyond the broken window, there is a giant monocular peek.

Tentacles are only the end.

That big torso should be right there.

The only way to beat it is by tapping it there.

"The question is how do you get close to the head? It's obvious the tentacles are jamming."

"It's easy. It's a repeat of the same thing."

"You say?

"All you have to do is ask him to carry it himself."

Elvis laughed, "Copy that," he returned.

A mirage sword stood high in heaven.

Shaken down to slash the sky, it clashes from the front with the fist of the paragant, destroying this in an instant.

I used that rubble.

He kicks it off as he erases his weight from one end, replacing it with a shell and letting it bathe in the torso of the paragant.

There were many large holes in each location, and a large number of tentacles bursting inside were exposed to the outside air.

But those, soon, tentacles gather debris and repair it.

"Don't stop attacking! Get your hands full with the restoration!!

"I know!

Arms, feet, torso.

Our Angry Tao attacks make the Titans filled with holes.

Against, the paragant counterattack won't reach us.

The figure is too big.

We fly around the universe like flies to him.

That's not what you can perceive.

"What the hey! Shit, with that figure! Goblins would have been much stronger on this one!!

Whether my provocation arrived or not.

A single eye of paragant sparkled.

"Evasion!!

Zuong -!!

The hotline penetrated the universe.

the chisel, and the air burns, leaving an orange trajectory.

On the ground, which was directly hit, a red-hot carving was made.

"Are you all right!?

"It's okay!"

"It fits!!

"Roger!!

I can't be anywhere. I communicate with Elvis and I kick the universe.

The aim is naturally the head of the paragant.

A large number of tentacles stretched out of his head.

Everything else is under repair.

Only the tentacles of the head can be used for interception.

I hid in a shield to get past it, like a wall.

It's the debris that's floating all over it.

In order to make it a wall at this time, it is something that I floated in advance.

The tentacles never pierced the rubble.

I just stick to the surface and get pulled back as it is.

Yes - without even knowing I was grabbed by the rubble.

Two shadows popped out of the shadow of the rubble, including mine.

Another shadow is Elvis, who approached him in the same way.

I got a chunk of rubble, Elvis got a mirage sword.

Tap into a single eye peeking into the right eye position.

On the verge of it.

Cut! And the flash burst.

My debris evaporates in an instant, and Elvis is forced to stop the attack.

We took about ten meters, and we looked up at the paragant monocular.

From the joint area of the neck and other gaps, the tentacles appear facially.

Ten meters.

Close range for paragants.

inconvenient position to attack with that huge arm.

Therefore, in the end, it will be a head-to-head confrontation with those tentacles and beams.

If we don't defeat it, we won't win.

Me and Elvis didn't exchange words.

A giant monocular eye is staring down at us.

I can't afford to be working together in words.

Our consciousness is completely immersed in the ongoing combat situation here and now.

Attack, defense, evasion.

In a world of layers that are only slightly out of tune from reality, where combat action is the only mouth to tell.

The battle lid was cut and dropped again.

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When I sensed that the beam would be released after just a few seconds of a comma, my actions and those of Elvis were almost identical.

Rose left and right and turn to the back of the paragant head.

You won't get shot if you turn to the back of your head more than the beam lets out of your eyes.

And naturally, it is also the absolute blind spot of the paragant.

Paragant attacked us with tentacles, moving just a little ahead of the beam's launch.

Moves like building a wall and stirring it up.

Avoid or go back.

One hand as if to impose such two choices.

I chose to 'avoid'.

Make sure to dive through the tentacle wall and roll diagonally down.

The tentacles came after me to stop it.

It's the most obvious move.

That's honest.

Even though it's a feint.

inertial erasure manoeuvre.

I roll diagonally with a sharp angle motion unlikely to be in nature, as if I were to jump.

By doing so, he jumped over the tentacle wall where I was fishing and dropping altitude.

Turning to the back of his head, he could see Elvis coming around from the opposite direction.

Take the form of those hands holding the sword.

I dropped altitude a little and vacated the place.

A full mirage sword slammed into the back of the paragant's head.

A brick wall shaping the surface of the head bounces off as if it had exploded.

Together we flew some thousand internal tentacles, but that's all.

A few tentacles on the surface have just been damaged and have not reached the inside.

Look at that, Elvis retreated.

My turn is next.

Bounce. Touch the flying debris one after the other.

Using them as shells, he slammed them into an empty hole in the back of his head.

The thick tentacle skin is shredded to see.

But I guess I used about 80% of the rubble.

Not enough ammo.

When the debris that became the shell ran out, the hole worn through the back of his head was repaired.

Our attack didn't even reach the main body of the paragant.

What are we gonna do?

When I tried to make the next calculation...

Guru.

- And the head of the paragant rotated.

At the same time.

Blue and white rays emit from a single eye.

It was like a sword.

We split it up and we dodge it.

Heated air burns my skin.

And.

Zuuuuuuuuuuu -!!

As if it had been an eruption, the ground would inflame bands.

Paragant stopped the beam once he circled his head.

But.

It's like rubber.

A twisted neck is about to return with recoil.

Again, the hotline ripped open the space.

The beam released by the sprinkler was the only one that could not capture us, but the air and the ground are still burned to the ground.

And the flames sprayed up from there,

The ground called the ground is red-hot,

The dust in the air burns and shines in the orange,

A rising airflow was born that stirred us up hard.

It's like hell.

The sight of this paragant being proving to be a true monster, in varying ways.

But my, Elvis', combat logic circuit never stopped.

To defeat this guy.

I just have to aim for those eyes.

That concludes.

No matter how much you destroy the epidermis, you just have to aim for the eyes that would be directly connected to the body, than you can't reach the body.

A single eye of paragant looks up at me and Elvis, who were flown far above us by the rising airflow.

It was at the same time that we kicked in the universe and our monocular eyes glowed.

A flash of light penetrates Jomtien.

We stood like pillars, and then just a few meters away, we were there.

Skin can burn.

But it's no big deal.

I'm just a kid and I'm used to sunburning...!

Earlier, when I released the beam while spinning, I was stopping the release from going around.

I mean, that beam, it can't be released in a row for too long.

Aim for that gap......!

In the rising airflow earlier, massive amounts of debris were rising in the sky.

Find something good in it, and I'll decide the plan.

The beam stopped.

Aiming for the moment, I slam the rubble down with a paragant face.

From this distance, it's hard to target your eyes accurately, but you also say you'll hit a few lousy cannons.

If you bathe massive amounts of debris like rain, the paragant is not safe either......!

When the debris tried to bottle the face of the giant.

The flash flashed again.

There is not a single rain of debris left, but extinguishes in the flash.

Didn't you make it?

It's calculated (...).

I landed on the forehead of the paragant.

If we get this close, it's no longer possible to attack with a beam.

The rain in the rubble was a positive move for me to get closer.

In both hands, the weapons picked up over the sky are held.

A hand axe the size of which a human is likely to be able to pay.

Torso Hall - This is what Minotaur, who was in the second area of the bedroom hall, had.

Something that was left somewhere inside the bedroom must have spilled out on me and Elvis' attack and climbed up on the rising airflow.

Too much, but you're saying this is' fair '?

Right in front of me, the paragant stopped the beam from releasing.

An indefensible monocular eye appears within reach.

It was just right.

Swing the giant hand axe blade down a straight line toward a single eye.

What erupted like a geyser was a bright red blood tide.

And.

"- Huh!!!!"

An ultrasound meshed scream burst out of nowhere.

The paragant rumbles all over his body and massive tentacles swing like eight hits.

I couldn't attach more to the body of a paragant.

At the end of my gaze at the distance, a giant monocular eye hides.

The window in the right-eye position collapsed and buried.

And new.

From the position that hits the left eye, peek into the monocular eye again.

The eyes were clearly burning with anger.

This is the first time I've ever known that this creature had feelings, too.

When my tentacles stood upside down and my monocular eyes aimed at me.

A mirage sword has been swung down.

Many tentacles fly a thousand cuts, but not even to the main body.

Still, the gaze of the paragant was poured on Elvis, the Lord of the Sword.

- Right.

I look at Elvis, too, I grasp.

- I got it.

Bion!!

A blue and white hotline burns the air.

Elvis ahead, but there was no way to escape.

That should be it, too.

There's no need for him to run away.

The beam is better, because it drifted away from me.

Formation of high pressure spaces.

Refraction of the beam due to barometric pressure difference.

That's what we're doing once we get out of the sleeping quarters.

The paragant was so angry that he forgot it.

The refracted beam in front of Elvis, fulfilled, did not just end.

At the bent end, refract again.

One more time.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Refracting over and over again, changing the orbit.

Around.

Eventually - it came back to the firing point.

i.e..

Paragant weakness, single-eyed.

There was a huge explosion.

Decent to receive the power that turned your surroundings into a hellish sight, flames, blood and screams burst at the same time.

Have you installed any number of points where the beam is refracted by the barometric pressure difference?

Just calculate the angle so we can get back to the firing point.

Don't make me laugh.

You've never used surgery like this before, have you?

What kind of head are you, that guy?

The hole in his left eye collapsed and his damaged monocular eye was buried.

Oh, and once you do, is it defensive instinct or something to hide your eyes?

But one more thing, there's still a hole in the head of the paragant.

The entrance, in a position that touches the mouth.

From where we had escaped, a red, congested monocular appeared.

That no longer dwells on killing beyond anger.

Aren't you going to do something?

Something beyond our expectations.

So much to make you think so, it's, like, a fierce glance...

- Yes.

It was literal (...), eye-catching.

The center of the black eye sparkles.

Let's avoid it.

I thought so.

But at the same time.

Big -!?

Half-intuitive sense of the magnitude of the energy put into that light.

Avoid?

It's impossible.

This blow, probably, even lets the mountains disappear -!!

"Behind me!!

For the first time since the frontal battle with Paragant began, Elvis spoke up.

I can't afford to respond and hide on Elvis' back as he approaches me.

It was right after.

On the side of the paragant, the filling of energy was completed.

"As big as you can......!!

The space ahead of Elvis distorts.

We expanded the barometric differential lens.

That was big enough to shelter us both.

There, huge flashes of light clash.

The rays emitted from the single eye of the paragant were of an incomparable thickness.

It bends its orbit in such a way that the barometric lens deployed by Elvis diffuses around it, creating a slight safety zone in the center of the light.

"Ugh... guh...!

The heat emitted by the light made my skin burn.

That's not all.

With all this heat, enough for the barometric pressure to change.

Elvis must maintain a differential barometric lens, keeping abreast of the changing barometric pressure at will.

That's like counting molecules of flowing water one at a time.

How many resources are needed to process the world's information, even with the 'Wang Eye', which reads it directly?

In the two and a half years since enrollment, Elvis overcame the weaknesses of "King's Eye" such as a large number of human voices and bat ultrasounds.

Even using the full processing power that has grown so much, Elvis' expression distorts in distress.

- Just bear with me a little longer, Elvis...!

The rule that rays cannot continue to be emitted for long periods of time, should still be valid.

Just a little more...... just a little more...!

A second felt terribly long.

If Elvis does his best before the paragant beam breaks, we'll both evaporate together.

The future may lie ahead of us in a second.

One second of comma, I hope for every escape from the future of death.

Just a little more.

Just a little more.

How many times have you repeated it?

Ten times.

Twenty times.

In any case, it's only a second or two.

Such a short and long time.

Wrapped in a blue and white flash.

I, Elvis, endured, endured, endured.

And.

"Ha......!!!

Fade.

The flash that was wrapping around us slowly faded away.

It's broken.

The rays emitted by the paragant.

Elvis' shoulders crept and his body fluttered.

That shoulder.

I'll grab it.

"I'll take care of the rest"

Float Elvis' body with [nested permeable wings] as he tried to fall to the ground.

I looked into the giant's mouth with a single eye.

Come on.

It's the finale -!!

Kick the universe and run into a straight line.

At the same time, I activated spirituality against the air in my right hand.

... Not at all.

I would have kept it in the middle of development for vs. Elvis.

I didn't know they would use it here......!

The air roared.

The ambient atmosphere swirls and gathers in my right palm.

As if water were flowing through the drain.

It's like a hole in a starship wall.

The air sucks into my palm.

Usually, when you zero some mass, between that object and something else, there is something like a wall that blocks the laws of physics.

Because if you don't, you're supposed to lose the pressure around you and crumble in no time.

What will happen if we remove that wall?

Gases flow from high pressure to low.

So the ambient air flows into a space with zero barometric pressure.

The air also reaches zero bar again.

The ambient air flows in again.

With that repetition, only density rises indefinitely.

There's a huge amount of air in my palm.

in that state.

If we cut the surgery and restore the barometric pressure, what happens?

Come on, let's give it a try.

I pressed my flesh against the single eye of the paragant and poked my right palm.

There is an enormous amount of air solidified 'air mass'.

Take that.

I let go.

- - Buffoooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!

Wind, how sweet.

A blast.

I let myself go, I got slapped all over my body and busted.

The atmosphere goes wild and roars like a storm.

If the ship's sail is received, it will overturn or the mast will break.

So much, it was just a bomb storm.

The most decent recipient of that power is the paragant.

At the moment of the explosion, I saw it.

The monocular eye was flashy.

"- Huh!!!!"

Metallic disconnectors echo in the dark dome.

I regained my posture and took a look, and the brick and tentacle giants were stuffy and rampant.

But I can tell at first glance.

It won't last long, either.

It's crumbling from the end.

The inner tentacles are unable to support the brick flesh….

A giant monocular eye was spraying blood towards heaven.

More eloquent than earlier voices, the disconnect at the moment of wax.

The higher it sprays up, the more the body melts away.

Till the giant turns into a pile of rubble.

That didn't take long.

At the top of the rubble mountain, a huge eyeball fell.

That's the last drop, spilling blood like tears...

Into the rubble, it vanished to stain...

"- Oh. I'm fucked."

It sounds unfortunate, but somewhere it seems happy.

Such a voice reaches my ear.

"I don't have a choice. Congratulations on the complete offense! Next time you get a chance, we'll deal with you with a lot more difficulty -"

... Ha.

No kidding.

He said he was already hungry...

At the same time as I say it back to my voice in my heart.

Unexpectedly, my vision grew white.

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"- That?"

Soon, I stood on the cobblestone.

Huh?

I'll take down the paragant...

Next door was Elvis.

Like me, I look around confused.

Eyes behind my back, I understood.

There was the gate to the Fitzherbert mansion.

Far beyond the lattice, the sleeping quarters are usually lying on the ground.

I guess the paragant was created into a slightly out of phase world with reality.

We're outside the sleeping quarters now.

He attacked the dungeon and successfully escaped.

I was kind of unrealistic and stunned.

But I remember right away.

The original purpose is not to clear that dungeon.

"Elvis. What's the paperwork?

"Oh... oh... there is. I have it right."

Elvis shows the paperwork he took from the office from his nostalgia.

Mission complete, I mean.

Then you don't have to be here forever.

Let's just skew off before that perverted nobleman finds us.

We turned our backs on the Fitzherbert mansion - the sleeping quarters.

"Speaking of which, Jack. That one earlier, you hid that move. I'm surprised."

"Chip. Did you remember. I was expecting you to faint."

"But I wonder if I still have a challenge. We need to make it more oriented. I almost escaped my power because of it."

"I know. We're still in the process of developing it."

"That, how did you think?

"I hinted at your mirage sword"

"... you usually say my aerial leap..."

"You know the saying, 'Ordinaries imitate, geniuses steal'?

And we blended into the night of the king's capital.