Entering a Company From Another World!?

Another side

Originally, the air here was heavy.

It can be said mentally as well as heavily.

God in Ishan, who obeys the overwhelming angel of Ishan.

The Demon King army is resisting.

The battle was one-sided, and the victory on the gods' side was now fortunate.

"Kolose, Ritsuo Ose"

This one word adds a new color to the air.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is only one individual who resists the atmosphere emitted by God.

Jiro Tanaka, who became a heterogeneous voice tone like machine voice, felt weak for a moment, and the next moment.

Gruhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Raise the scream.

No, it's easy to scream.

It is not just a physical effect that vibrates the space.

Even magic trembles, causing a phenomenon that cracks the outer wall of the area on the spot.

This company is a dungeon.

Its durability is strong enough to outperform most buildings.

Damage the material by just speaking up.

God and Angel Nicia know such a thing.

"Is this sign a dragon? Why do humans have such power?"

Previously, there were high abilities in humans, but still a small being that had only the power to say poor compared to God.

Nicia, who was aware of this, sees Jiro rolling her magic without even saying she couldn't believe it.

"But I can't control that power either. I see what you can do with your wild powers."

The magic is rough, and Zhu's magic gathers around Jiro. Its quality and quantity are superior, but it's just overflowing with drifting water, and there are no shards to control.

There is a good chance of being wounded, but if you're vigilant, it's not.

Nisia concluded Jiro's judgment was a foolish measure.

"It's not sweet!

He waved his right hand up and down in an attempt to disperse life with each force.

Jiro is approached by a blade of light produced by a simple and irregular technique.

A blade of light that is powerful enough to kill Jiro in any field of speed, sharpness, power.

It was supposed to tear Jiro's body apart without anyone stopping him.

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But that can't happen.

"Huh!?

Nicia, who unleashed the attack, and Eshley, Alben, and Majesty, who were confronting each other, had no choice but to look at the incident.

Hold, prevent, or intercept.

Then I wouldn't be surprised yet.

But...

"Denied?

Eshley knew the power of Nicia, but she was most surprised at the reality.

Just one roar.

That alone dispelled Nicia's magic.

Jiro, whose eyes are full of beast instincts and shine gold, is supposed to be human, but he wonders if the demon in his eyes is really human.

The dragon's figure, which spreads its wings vigorously, is seen in Jiro's eyes as if he were slightly covered.

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That wild temper.

Looking at it, Eshley and the others imagined a battle in which beasts were aggressively soaked in the human forces.

It seems that Jiro, who is flying with reason, has already abandoned the humane battle.

There is no god but Ishan here to know whether it is true or not.

No, I'm not.

Among Jiro Tanaka, reason did not make sense at the earliest, his consciousness was cut off, and he could say that he was relinquishing himself to the blood of dragons.

Challenge me...

Nevertheless, experience is reflexively adapted.

While shouting incomprehensible language and being wary of not knowing what to do next, God who lived in Ishan with the eyes of a golden dragon instinctively sensed that he had captured himself.

And when his God challenged him, he chose the best word against his adversary.

That is.

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Jiro's fangs meant that they would arrive.

And make that meaning known to everyone here.

Jiro, who leaned forward and fell down, disappeared.

Only Nicia was able to react.

It is the judgment of Isal's human forces to imagine the magic of disappearance or the magic of disappearance.

But it's not.

I thought I heard a dull sound and the shock wave was emitted from where Ishan was.

The shock wave hits everyone on the spot sooner than it responds to something.

Jiro just rushed straight to Ishan in an instant, just shaking down the mining tree.

Is there anything you can react to? There is no one here to say such a terrible thing.

However, there was a presence that could be handled.

"Now!

Muil is that person.

It's called "old work."

The rule of thumb determines who can't be trusted and who can't be trusted.

If Jiro Tanaka thought he could be trusted and trusted, he wouldn't be lost in the next move.

Based on her trust that she would do something when she declared that she would create a chance, Moyle rushed with all her might to apologize to the memory she was carrying, and Suela and Himiku also ran in response to the words.

It was Nicia and Eshley who tried to prevent it, but they were one step behind.

"Don't let them escape!

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"Nku!

When I tried to follow it, I stepped on a shock wave that would assault again.

Ishan's feet were depressed, holding a sword that prevented an attack that had been shaken down from the upper stage.

Just looking at the sight, Jiro explains the power of the attack.

So the next attack is lower than that?

No, the power doesn't go down, it goes up.

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If the first attack fails, do more, if not, do more.

The next attack goes beyond the area of spinal reflex to kill the opponent, as if it were a predetermined event.

Speaking of our martial arts, it is a continuous cut that adapts sublimated moves to instincts even in the area of conditional reflexes and draws performance beyond physical abilities.

Each shot creates a shock wave and pushes Suera to escape.

Normal people can't follow with their eyes.

Even a master cannot capture the remnants.

Feel the trajectory of the attack in the outer realm.

A storm of attacks that can finally be dealt with in monster space.

The movement has no shape.

An intangible polar region.

A miracle technique that adds a human touch to wild violence.

When asked who the worst victim of the storm is, it is thought to be the god in Ishan, but the god looks cool and prevents its onslaught.

So, who's the most hurt?

It was Kawasaki Cui who was on Ishan's side.

The first strike resulted in the worst shock waves and a rearward flight.

Even though I was about to crash into a wall and lose consciousness, I shook my head to clarify my consciousness.

………

The sight in front of her is unusual enough to be seen in a movie.

In contrast, Kawasaki calmly took out the pocket watch, looked at the inscription of the needle, and frowned.

The Isal faction knows exactly what it means, but Jiro doesn't know that he only tries to slaughter his enemies instinctively.

Attack and destroy enemies.

Let Suera escape.

A beast that inputs only these two conditions accelerates its violence.

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"Shut up, the dragon looks at me!

God who rejects the violence outright.

Just one swing, timing for violence, and trying to cut Jiro apart.

A flash at an exquisite time is enough to sever Jiro's torso.

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But I told Jiro that the blow was sweet to resist if he didn't die yet.

It's too late to start a mineral tree and too late to plug it in between.

It was a perfectly punctured attack, but there was no such thing as giving up on him.

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Pickles move between God's eyebrows.

It is a fact that God is astonished.

Anyway, I had to say that it would be impossible for him to do it, because he showed me the trick.

Jiro shows God the divinity of "riding" on slashes that cross the highway and approach the momentum of light speed.

I don't have time to jump.

It should have been so reactive that God would have asked himself.

In essence, it was a blow that was never in time to react after the attack was launched.

I'm not going to show it even if I'm predicting the future.

Jiro responded to such a blow from God.

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Then Jiro, who put one foot on the sword and didn't say he was waiting for it, instead shook the mineral tree horizontally without removing the head of God.

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In response to that attack, God creates a wall of light in disdain.

It was all a blow from God who sat with a single sword, so humiliating.

Blocks and prevents counter strikes with the wall of light.

With this, dull sounds echo around the area.

We've only got a few seconds to attack.

Less than ten seconds of offensive defense.

Still, it can be called Big Venus even if you are eating the god that overwhelmed King Mazarcraft in just a few moments.

So, is there no cost for the performance?

Blood.

Of course I do.

The stagnation that occurred when Eshley attacked and defended for a moment.

When God catches Jiro's attack, he breathes when he sees Jiro in the sight of Nishia, Eshley, Alben, and Majesty.

Jiro, who was still normal even though he was injured for only a few seconds, ended up in an impossible shape for a few seconds.

Do you think there is no recoil in the physical ability that embodies super fast?

Though temporarily, did you think there would be a price for the power to hold God back?

There is no such convenience.

The cost of a disproportionate amount of power is prohibitively high.

The image of Jiro who dyed his body with blood and was still eaten by God in the form of killing his opponent.

You don't have to sacrifice yourself, you don't have to think about what happens next, just because you're betting all your energy on this for a few dozen seconds.

The price of speed and power to defeat is great.

Eliminate the limit that it's okay to do everything you can, forget the pain, and naturally destroy Jiro's body at the price of a decision just to achieve one goal.

The blood vessels in my body ruptured and bled out.

So what happened?

Somewhere in my body, my bones broke.

Still working.

My heart is about to burst.

Move it until it bursts, even if it bursts.

It is no longer the movement of those who are obsessed with living.

The sparkle of a human being who has lost all his sacrifices.

That is a reality that is resisting a cause.

Don't hesitate to move to get limbs.

However, there was a man who had become Shura only to protect those who were important.

Dead soldier.

God was familiar with the figure.

It was in the scenery I saw when I empowered so many brave men.

To protect the Demon King, to reward him with an arrow, to come to kill him with hatred.

All of them looked like this.

"I've seen enough of it."

Look at the shape, so God throws up.

It's just that someone who can easily beat me has just gotten a little troublesome.

You can never lose without touching your armor sleeves.

Even if God loses ten thousand times, a hundred million times, a trillion times, there will be no result.

There is just a delay, a reality where you find yourself trying to run away to the edge of God's sight, and you're only late to get your hands on it.

"It won't go down, the results won't change."

It is a shame that it is thought that something can be done about it.

"My resolution remains unchanged."

Jiro's efforts to fiercely attack without burning out the flames of life in front of him are meaningless.

"Spread out, man."

Just for a moment, momentary time.

God did not miss a slight shadow on Jiro's body movement, which placed a burden on him, but a blow from God who knew Jiro's life could be lost just by poking him there.

Once the ruling has been made, God has no doubt about the next blow, and now it is time to pierce Jiro's heart.

What?

Haz.

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It is man who resists God forever.

Others contest the ruling.

Though others are destroyed by the objection.

There can be no man but he who resisted God.

Stagnation visited again.

It was not God who created the stagnation, but the human Jiro.

What have you done?

Jiro, who created time for God to ask such questions.

The protruding sword certainly stabbed him.

But it hasn't reached the heart.

Bone-broken?

No, it has been stopped before that.

Disturbance of thoughts, visiting a god whose results have been overturned.

The result of Jiro's grasping, which is bloody and is about to die.

Tree roots?

A miracle shown by a partner who supported it.

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The thick, hard tree-like roots visible from the gap in the cut clothes prevent God from striking.

I gave Jiro a respite until he shook down his body.

The move is the strongest blow for Jiro.

Ironically, it's a blow that bears the same name as God.

Amateur Terrace

A blade with the flash of the sun was shaken down.

One word today.

Sometimes I have to move.