Genocide Reality

Bash! Bash!

Piles of metal ejected were much faster than previously seen.

I pointed a pile gun (pile cannon) at this one. Is that a faint in itself?

There is an isolation (solitude) bump and a spark scatters.

I played the metal pile with my sword painstakingly, but it was best to focus on guarding at that speed.

Moreover, the power is also strong against missteps.

I thought the isolation (solitude) couldn't possibly break, but enough to fear it would break for a moment.

I wasn't sure which one to use for the razor, but I'm glad I didn't use the spirit knife.

If I had used it, it would have definitely broken.

The blue trajectory of Dominic's metal pile being shot off was like a beam.

The blue trajectory I saw when shooting, even from reinforced armor if I thought so, is rising something slightly like a blue and white aura.

I didn't just reanimate.

I'm getting some sort of enhancement from the Dark God Despice. If you do that, it will exceed my mobile vision.

I don't have time to think.

I tried to turn into an attack, but the enemy who guessed it kicks dah and also uses a booster to fly back.

Bash! Bash!

Meanwhile, metal piles are also ejected at super high speeds, one after the other, from the piling cannon of the arm (pile cannon).

A brilliant metal pile is approaching my steeple precisely.

How can this body, which manages to avoid that attack, be able to move flat in a world of super speed when it says it is burning with heat of friction with the air in impossible motion?

"Mahatma, he's insane!

Lillina's voice arrives just too late.

Even if they don't say that, I know.

- It's not evolution, it's deification.

A voice that read my mind echoed from the dungeon ceiling.

Dark god despice.

- Huhahahahahahahaha, the extreme of the shore of arrogance, such as when every human being tries to resist the power of God!

The enemy's movements accelerated in a super-fast world, further ignoring the laws of physics.

Keep it up, even if you protect it, you're just going to be jilli poor.

You can just drop the enemy's neck.

I'm ready to jump, ignoring my opponent's attack.

"Dominic!"

A pile of metal shredded my shoulder, and I heard a crushing scatter with Paris.

The most powerful Genocide Reality armor I've ever worn has been crushed.

At the same time, it hit the neck of a mechanized zombie whose attack was Dominic.

But...

"Can't you even crush an isolated (solitude) blade"

If it had been before, it would have been ripped off from neck to neck.

How far is it enhanced?

The blue and white light seems to be protecting the area around the mechanized armor.

"What's up, you seem to be struggling!

You thought you could beat me, the Dark God Despice peeked a nasty face off the ceiling.

"Chi......"

Bash! Bash!

While this is happening, piles of metal fly in at speeds further beyond super high speeds towards me.

Just deal with that speed, my body is screaming.

I don't know how, but the mechanized zombies are human limits.

Or they're moving beyond the limits of the laws of physics.

Not as good as Dominic's, but the other mechanized infantry zombies seem to be doing quite a bit of reinforcement, and their allies are being pushed.

"Incredibly strong armor. Besides, it's a perfectly user-friendly primitive to think that if you put electricity through it, it'll move better! How do you feel about getting killed by your allies? This Dark God Despice has given you instant protection!

"... uuuuuuuu"

Crises of this magnitude have been as many as ever.

Noisy death spice screams in my ears and the metal sound of my armor gradually shredding.

But my enemy is Dominic in front of me.

The opponent is no longer a corpse of loss of will, and the movement is not difficult to avoid in a monotonous fashion.

In battle beyond my limits, I sharpen my spirit.

This is my genocide reality.

Growth limits have already been breached and I can be strong everywhere.

If you don't give up, there's a hard way to beat it.

"God is what empowers heroes! Don't think you humans can beat God's heroes."

"There's a parasite that can't do anything without manipulating the undead!

"Whatever you say is good. Without the protection of a great God like me, you have nothing more to do."

At that time, the blue and white light flowing from the death spice was pushed back.

"Makoto-kun!

Setsuki, thank you.

The light emitted by Setsuki, who arrived by sewing through the gaps in the battle that was happening around him, blew away the protection of the evil gods surrounding the mechanized infantry.

"You little fake priest, I am the true God!

Aiming for that momentary gap, I'll make Dominic eat a blow when he moves slower.

I targeted a pile cannon, but that attack came off.

But let him take a heavy blow to the thigh, and his posture collapses.

"You did it!

"Not yet!

Leaning his body in disguise, the zombie, once again Dominic manipulated by the blue and white light of the Dark God Despice, shoots a pile cannon (pile cannon) at me.

The attack was a threat, but I saw a way out.

"Diffuse (Foo) Creation (Nerd) Agility (Ross) Heat (Ra) Flame (Ia) Electric Light (Din)......"

The moment something like that blue-white membrane was bounced off, it moved slowly.

In other words, that membranous protection is what allows movement beyond physical limits.

Then you can do it yourself.

"What are you going to do? That, what!?

I gave myself protection, too.

Demon fighting.

A series of seemingly meaningless spells.

An overload that storms the power of Mana, conceived by Tsaratustra, who was one of the hierarchical bosses of Genocide Reality.

Previously used as an explosive force, wasn't this a prayer?

It is not a prayer to God.

Prayer to the Superman, trying to transcend the system of God.

It is a power created by the powerless after a long trial and error.

A struggle swinging like a flame is burning my body.

But not yet.

More, burn it down to the limits of my mana now.

"Makoto-kun!

Setki's prayerful voice reached my ear.

Oh, I know.

Now that I've put a mana membrane all over my body, you'll see my body shine.

Just for a moment, let me move beyond deification.

"Now, what do you say!

"Let it!

The Dark God Despice, who saw formation as unfavourable, moved onto Dominic's body.

The thigh that was broken by me instantly recovers and shoots pile cannon (pile cannon) at me again.

But it's too late.

Avoiding the two metal piles that jumped in, I was slashed into the body of a zombie mechanized infantry that was Dominic directly in front of me from then on.

From the top, what was Zuba and Dominic slashed his body in two.

It felt like tapping into a can.

The isolation (solitude) never broke or bent, even by tapping every reinforced armor.

"... I'm sorry, First Sergeant Dominic"

I'm going to die twice.

Sleep in peace next time, without being used by evil gods.