I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

It was intense regret and hatred in the boy's chest that caused the tragedy.

But those of the cult who should hit it had sacrificed themselves in the ritual of resurrection.

Then it was quick for the boy to switch consciousness with the rest of them.

And by the information of the wrathful but given evil god,

with some of the denominations that this ritual hopes to revive.

part of the church that wants the existence of an easily understandable enemy

It was something we were doing in consignment from a unanimity of interests,

Which way, I found out the benefactors planned to be stoned.

And if at the same time it was only other sacrifices with the knowledge of the Evil God.

if he hadn't even become possessed. I knew if he

destroy all denominational and ecclesiastical facilities that remained in the region with passion,

They half-killed the faithful who didn't even know if they had a relationship that was there for them.

After the boy passes, there are only traces of destruction and ravage as if even a storm passed by.

Everyone said it was a miracle that the dead didn't come out.

And witnesses speak.

He said it was a demon.

With a swing of his arm, the building was finely chopped like it had been decided with giant nails,

That step trembled the earth tremendously as if the giant had taken a wide walk,

screaming, which does not seem to belong to man, frightens all who hear,

All kinds of violence were wielded.

And it hunted down to the front of death, young and old alike.

The wounds that certainly did not leave the dead but caused the community and the mind to suffer are still deeply rooted.

Therefore, there are still many in the region who fear it as the "demon of the black storm” two years ago.

but not everyone who witnessed it regarded it as the work of the devil.

Just one.

I was just finding hope in him that only the white mask would run wild.

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A girl who runs with a group on the third floor with one terminal hand and one boy hand.

He was going for the stairs, guided all of them brilliantly, albeit on a distant path.

"- This case?

Long as he is, he parrots back after hearing the conclusion the girl deduced first.

When I asked with my eyes what it meant, I returned what had already been put together.

"Yeah, probably.

Think about it. Their attitude was full of weirdness.

Calm down when that one jumped in, even though it was confusing.

In the stand-up cage case, it's insensitive to lose most of the hostages that are supposed to matter.

Sue me for anti-Garest. We're the only ones in possession of Garest's weapons.

It's all because we were working on a case like this for a different purpose. "

After a remark that glorifies Daigo over the distance by Sinichi.

Those who stood without collapsing had different attitudes from the others before and after them.

The girl, who could not give a clear reason for it, is also convinced in his words.

The case was nothing but a farce for the main culprit.

"Fate is not here, but somewhere not far away.

Here's a positive move to keep the incident or disturbance out of sight. "

"Yeah, no. Sure, if we make all this noise, people's eyes will gather.

Isn't there some kind of line that says there's a grudge against someone involved?

"No, this is the bank, the museum, the museum.

Or an institution like the lab would have had a burglary aim.

But until you use such a cumbersome means to start a commotion.

Is this where you have enough money and rare things to want? What is this place?

"Yes, indeed."

Departments that only have what ordinary people want in their everyday lives.

I don't think it's a place where you have stuff you want to get until you pretend to be a terrorist.

"Besides, as far as I could see, they didn't do anything as creepy.

If you have a grudge, you won't take such a dull means in the first place.

Unlike the first, they didn't feel a single passion that boiled up. "

If I wanted to, I'd be frustrated with what I didn't want to do.

There are limited reasons to do this without appetite, resentment, and thought.

It was easy to think that creating disturbances was an end in itself.

whether it is a delightful offender or has a different purpose is pointed out to him who he is,

It is obvious in an attitude that neither denied nor affirmed it.

"Perhaps that person was aware of that possibility early.

And how we're going to be treated eventually, including them.

So I endured the resistance I could do at any time until I had a chance to. It was abusive.

The moment he moved, that's what he thought, or the limit. "

Especially though your self-blade would have been unplanned.

I accidentally swim my eyes with my cheeks, added that with a voice containing a grin.

However, there was language in that explanation that could not be heard.

"Oh, no... wait, the treatment of us and these guys?

"... if this is the case of the last of the main culprits, they must flee.

I'm not willing to go along with these people's claims without a brother-in-law.

But if we do, we'll get caught later. We'll get our own existence out of these people.

They planted this stuff on the third floor to prevent it. "

I showed him with a fosta in a way that looked like Daigo running a little behind him.

What is shown on the screen is a simplified drawing of the structure of this department store.

All the floors on the third floor are flashing red, including where I was earlier.

And the dotted line stretched out like an annotation showed terminally what it was.

Bomb. I mean, it's a bomb.

"Oh no, with this!?

"Yeah, that's not true. Bombs fueled with pseudo-photons.

If it explodes directly underneath, I don't have one in my life either.

We're moving far away just in case we avoid other bombs. "

If that's the case, he's still a police officer.

I can clearly see the plan that the men who are the main culprits have discussed.

Look around and leave them behind to escape. Blow up all the rest of us and seal our mouths.

Ironically, he was in a state where Dago was the only adult hostage in Sinichi's behavior.

Later the task of separating the hostage from the killer from the body is probably done only by an adult or a child.

It's just people who are dissatisfied with today's society that come out even if they can run background checks from it.

If it were, it would be treated as just a suicide bomber.

The use of Garest's gear could also be accepted as part of the protest.

"Oh, my God. Were you willing to push it all against these people?

So you're saying it wasn't enough to die just because it was used?

But I switched it off earlier, so there's no danger. "

I plant it in my mouth myself and soon realize the possibility that it isn't.

"Yes, there is no coverage that the other three don't have the same thing.

If we all run away, they'll turn this on more than they chase.

I know where the bomb is, but I'm sure there will be less sacrifices.

He stayed to avoid it. "

"You don't have time to work like that if you're fighting, do you?

I know the logic, but I figured I'd give anything to Garest's armed opponent... "

"That's why I'm running away. Don't worry about us."

The girl says she doesn't care behind her back and can do everything she can without eyes.

There is strong certainty and trust in its eyes for some reason. He said there would be no problem.

It's Daigo who really doesn't get that.

"You've never seen me before today. You. Why did you get so far..."

I have no more doubts about Shin-ichi's ability to fight with Ogo.

This one won't last a second if you do it seriously without having to imagine it.

But that is if the other person is also alive. Dangerous if it is also a simple exoskeleton.

Ogo asks out of the question that the girl should know better about that.

"............... what did you remember in that person's words?

"Huh?"

But it was a different topic that returned, confusing him. The girl had room for

Put your hands on your chest to bite the thoughts that came into your heart then again.

"I remember, too. Things I admired for my childhood.

I've been working out for it, but someday I'll put a lid on it.

I started playing myself as I was required to be around.

… someone I admired flipped a flag against the Garest government. "

That was a shocking incident for a young girl, both from across Garest.

He was a hero of the Protectorate because suddenly he became a terrorist blade on the government.

It can't have anything to do with the girl losing sight of her dreams and starting to play the figure she seeks around.

"But that and this was a different story.

It wasn't him I admired, it was his doing. That back you were showing us.

I shuddered that I wasn't strong, and still stood in front of someone the way he was!

That's this girl's starting point for Yume. He wants to be a "protector” with the same back.

"That one is with someone I admired. Someone who can do that naturally.

It won't help you in life. It's just a clump of hands in this body... "

You should have considered more unarmed combat.

The girl mourns her helplessness by distorting her expression once in a while with remorse.

In Garest's opinion, he can be taught to avoid responding to enemies in life.

Because criminals are sure to be armed and a large group of beasts can't win in life.

So always carry it with you. That's why you possess military uniforms that you can carry in some way.

She's been robbed of her terminal, but if this is Garrett, everyone around her is in possession.

It was an environment where even if a girl could no longer fight, she could always cover herself.

"I've never felt so sorry for not being able to fight.

I finally remembered my dreams... "

"I know how it feels, somehow, and I know it's a bunch of legs.

But still, it won't be the same thing that he's in danger of!

They are two people who had the same experience of remembering the root of their longing.

There was something understandable in terms of feelings. I also know I can't fight.

But Dago still wanted to be nearby. beside him who told me he was a proud friend.

The girl laughed happily at the honest emotional discharge.

He even gave it some enviable color, but said it was okay.

"It's okay. That one is the one who could stand it while observing his surroundings all the time.

I can't move. I don't care if you can't run or face it because of me.

He dared to keep yelling at me to protect me from everyone's hostility and malice.

You're the one who comes up with something like that, aren't you?

The guts and judgment not to lose your cool no matter how much you are beaten and cursed.

I didn't think so many people would make a mistake.

Another military dog-shaped drone with bare hands. Handy and powerful that also destroyed three bodies in an instant.

From the girl's point of view, I honestly don't feel like I'll be dealing with even the simplified exoskeleton where Ogo is.

And that was not a rare story among the strong men of Garest.

It's strange when it comes to being a bare hand, but I can't care less.

Because what a girl needs to do is not his analysis of his power.

"No matter, there are any strong men and intellectuals in case.

But don't go back now.

I explained it in detail to keep you from coming back. "

Why did Sinichi stay? The real purpose of the killers.

Danger lurking in this building. Our own powerlessness. Tell them everything and make them understand.

It's all in order to retain him, who seems to return to the path that I've come too far to think of my friends.

"If you're still going back, I'll use some abusive means. But I'll get you out.

Protected by him, I have a duty to respond to his noble behavior!

Please let yourself do it safely.

Daigo couldn't even say it back to his pleading voice anymore.

It wasn't the girl who was being played by the boy at the store who was there.

He who fights is proud of him who fights, and he who is protected is proud of him who is protected.

The protected have a duty to allow those who fight to fight without worry.

Garest's girl, who really wanted to fight herself, complained so forcefully.

"Is this how people in the world live in Garest..."

I've been interacting for eight years.

The adults, including Ogo, heard the girl's words.

I felt like I'd never seen him anywhere with a race called the Garest.

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What the hell is this guy?

They were in agitation, confusion and fear.

As the boy speculated. The men are so-called stores of whatever is behind them.

It is also a mercenary (chimpy) with no blood or tears to kill for about the reward of a bundle of three sentences.

For them who lived that way eight years ago before the start of the exchange, the time has come to make money.

able to cope with new technologies, they had that status there. They were treasured,

If social discontent sprouted everywhere again than ever before, the number of requests inevitably increased.

The request I made this time was simple and clear. Just make a scene on a designated day.

Whatever the content, the noise cannot be resolved quickly enough for the Countermeasure Office to rush in.

A cage also floated behind the men's brains when they received such an order.

So pick a location by the specified date and plant the accommodated equipment.

It solicited a wide range of people who seemed to be able to use it, and fanned them together in convenient language.

At this time, no one is more attractive than humans who have suffered disadvantages from cross-world exchanges.

Because everyone can convince themselves that it is easy to use and then dispose of it.

Everything was going well.

About thirty people were collected in a short period of time, including those who hired them for money alone.

Firearms, both camouflage and necessary, were also available for a number of people.

Other necessary equipment is also available at a discount via the client and ready to go.

Make the right noise and run away where appropriate and push everything against them.

That's all the men get for breaking the bounty - they were going to.

"What the hell are you!?

There was something wrong with the boy who stood up from the start.

He didn't stop cursing when he hit the giant with his bare hands without fear of guns and surrounded him.

No matter how many beatings you get, your sharp eyes will never fade, and you won't let them through.

Grab the bullet, destroy the dog-shaped drone, look at Garest's gear, and an extra grin.

It was unusual. You can say it was creepy. That's why I relentlessly pulled out my weapon.

But they didn't envisage what it would take. Their equipment is usually poor.

Only high frequency vibrating knives and short gun beam guns that are included with the protector.

The extent of the equipment operating on pseudo-photons for the general public was also considered to be the limit.

No matter how many back routes there are, the management of pure photons is very tight.

It's not the kind of thing mercenaries like them get at the end of the day.

"Damn, damn, why isn't it working!?

Still, a biological human opponent is an excessively lethal “weapon”.

The knife cleaves the iron like butter, and the short gun shoots through a 20-cm iron plate.

That should be it. The men fire several simultaneous (...) shots at the boy sitting there.

Photon energy already put into the magazine had cut the remaining 20%.

The boy doesn't even make any bare gestures to avoid. The beam hits directly, and is foggy (...).

The monitor that the headgear shows complains of a "bad shot" but I don't believe it to be a malfunction.

You're sure you're hitting it. The beam plays and scatters instead of drilling holes.

indiscriminately as my mind screams that it's impossible, but it's still hitting the

Thanks to a standard aiming correction system for protectors and short guns.

"Is this with the bottom weapon? It's quite powerful and hitting accuracy..."

It just adds to the men's fear where they praised him for being intact but amazing with a flat face.

The boy approaches as if walking in the neighborhood with ease, but with no emotion.

with the spookiness of calmly identifying the power of the weapon that is hitting you.

"Ugh, wow!

It's rare for a human to be seen calmly walking in the rain of a beam like that.

Pull out the vibrating knife and face the fear of the boy's appearance - self-immolation.

It was the face I aimed for. Quiet eyes to look through this one, too.

The man was scared. Scary eyes. Angry eyes. Eyes I gave up. Hate eyes. Excited eyes.

I watched the pattern rot with those eyes, but I'm scared of those eyes in this situation.

So that's all I wanted to get rid of from this place.

There's no way they're irresistible.

"Ahhh!? It's a lie, it's a lie, is there such a stupid thing!?

The knife pierced the straight line and pierced the boy's ragged palm.

No, it would be more appropriate to describe it as just a hit. The blade hasn't even stabbed the meat.

And I had a quiet face and colorless eyes on myself that had penetrated me.

If this is the case, people will react better when they're just wrong all over the city.

The boy was too quiet to even think about why anymore.

"Oh... then you monster!!

"But don't go with that extent (...)"

It was his utmost courage and limitation to curse him like that, but he wouldn't mind.

An opponent who is taking every knife with one hand of his own assault that should be winning with his physique.

I don't care how much force you use to think you stormed a giant rock. The boy doesn't make it microscopic.

I never thought there was any point in being able to help someone with a better status.

Everything is abnormal and everything is different. It's different from what we know.

"Well, what about defense?"

"Ah, hehe..."

The opposite arm makes a clench while crushing the vibrating blade with the received hand.

I'm fine. The man is optimistic that that should just be a bare-handed fist.

This one is wearing protective gear that makes the firearm worthless, albeit simple.

Like an invisible membrane, even if it's a fist that can strike a powerful blow at the average person level.

Because there's no way we can break through the energy barrier we're covering.

I didn't realize that was the idea that paralyzed my head with fear.

"Hehe, haha!?!?

The faces that were laughing to escape fear distort at once.

A massive blow was struck by a protector who was covering his chest.

Shock clogged his breath as soon as possible, his vision stained white and his consciousness interrupted there.

"Uhn?

The man, beaten with a bewildered voice, falls on his back on the spot.

The armor that was covering the chest cracks, and the impact of the fall becomes toddling and crushing scattered.

"Is this the barrier?

Something similar. Do you remember hitting him?

It's horrible for the two of us who even left a trick to pinch what it was.

Come here and finally, or finally recognize you're not the enemy.

The protector's bottom-up agility and auxiliary booster erupt the fire.

"─ ─ ─ Oh, where are you going?

I should have retracted at full speed with him in my sight, lost sight and voiced from behind.

The boy greeted them with a creepingly bright smile when he rushed to a sudden halt.

They are no longer even allowed the right to flee. The screams of the men make a wooden spirit.

That didn't reach the girls who had already gone downstairs - luckily -.

The terror trick (Tane) inflicted on the men was simple at first.

It's an old magic manipulation that used to exist in Farandia called Demonic Martial Arts.

This designation is a notation in the case where it is forced to translate the designation there into Japanese style.

This is a kind of biological energy called magic that was discovered in Farandia.

It is the first “use of magic" and the ultimate enhancement technique in human history.

A soft mould that lets magic flow inside to bottom up the basic abilities themselves.

Rigid mould that encloses the exterior with magic to give stiffness without changing the nature of the object.

Use these separately from demonic martial arts. Or the art of operating at the same time.

something obsolete in modern times, but inherited the knowledge of evil gods. He was

I chose this as the one I needed most from the many ways I knew how to fight.

To be precise, I used it unconsciously when I ran wild, though.

There are three reasons why I have been using it since then.

The first is that no matter how skilled you are, your other statuses were below standard.

The technique of strengthening the body was really necessary to him.

The second is that it was the most powerful of them all and unknown to the world.

It is not advantageous for him, who is low in ex in known techniques that are weak in effect.

It's already obsolete, and the more magic you use, the better it will work. This was convenient.

The third is that the only thing you need is magic and you don't need extra steps.

No specific tools, no weapons, no need to chant like magic.

This is the first time I've used it since I first came here.

It's a mild self-allusion I went to because it was another situation I could never fail.

Generally speaking, it is the Rigid type that is under attack. It is the soft mould that is improving your physical abilities.

Beams and blades don't “hit” because they tend the magic membrane to prevent it.

It's impossible to use speed and power because this even bottoms up the rank.

local power inferior to the others. He is able to fight because of the high skill rank draws and

It was only a substitute for the powerful auxiliary effect of demonic martial arts.

"Something like this?"

Tie the disoriented men together in a lump sum with the rope they had.

Either way, there is a man named Mita who passed out the first time.

Cutting the consciousness of the two remaining frightened is something he can even meditate on his eyes.

No, it should be said in his case that even with his eyes open (...) he can.

"… the armed of a world in which technology has developed, or…"

I don't feel comfortable ending the hassle-free stand-up cage case.

His thoughts are surprisingly heavy. The weapons and protective equipment you have tasted are definitely first-class.

It is a threat that this can be mass-produced without problems and can be handled by anyone yet.

It would take a certain amount of training, but it would be shorter than training a rookie in Farandia.

Anyway, the sophistication of the men's movements improved remarkably after wearing the protectors.

If you have the ability to assist with movement, you will need minimal training to use it.

I could have prevented it without any power, but the same man would have waved, just to defend the knife.

Assuming you consume about ten magic powers, that weapon was drained about thirty.

Triple in simple calculations. The degree of consumption increases if the user, the situation, and the equipment change.

If the beam is not comparable and difficult to determine is converted to the same as the knife, about 45.

Calculating from it doesn't make much difference to a common knight or wizard attack.

Mercenaries (chimps) are as aggressive as they are per serving.

defense, too. Given that his fist was going to beat the man up, not fall,

He had concluded that the shock buffering capacity and simple hardness were more than they seemed.

And so much so. These are considered substitutes close to reserve uniforms.

Shinichi has a headache by changing the power and performance of regular army equipment from here.

Imagine an army of over six billion Earthlings accidentally armed with them and their spines freeze.

A weapon that didn't pose a threat to him, but only because it was him there.

Because of the compatibility and strangeness of the handling between Sinichi and the demonic martial arts.

Still, if we can get attacked for 100,000 or 200,000, this one will do its best.

Although I am indifferent to the anomaly of thinking that we can fight it that far.

"As always, the worst assumptions are too bad..."

It's a sinew that gets laid back by the sight of an imagination that I've made myself.

The worst he thinks overlaps. The worst is no longer the story of the level at which the world collapses.

He doesn't have anything bright to be optimistic about if you can't do that.

If I don't know a lot, I really think about things pessimistically.

It was a natural thought as he was entrusted with a mission and had no one to rely on.

But what do I do when it hits, when it's about to hit?

Because this isn't Farandia, where he had a kind of permit.

Considering that, he was unconsciously touching his hands to cover his face.

"... why did you entrust this to me..."

Complex emotions move on things that don't seem to be there.

The masked mission to become the shady direction of the world to prevent wars and defeat catastrophes.

It's too heavy. I don't deny that's one of the factors that kept me alive.

Still makes me want to complain one bit. I wondered why it was me.

But I immediately shake my head and force my consciousness to switch when it's a bad habit.

"Really, I don't bother when I'm doing it.

When it's over, you'll be worried sick, so I'm still sorry, man. "

Whatever they say or do when they're relative to incidents or disturbances, they don't shake themselves.

But when it was over, I worried for nothing and fell indefinitely.

I managed to keep my mind balanced by mocking myself and laughing at myself.

"Stella also told me scattered..."

- Stop laughing humbly at me.

I can think of and laugh bitterly at the sharp gaze and tone in my memory.

It's only a mental health problem, so it's what he really wants you to miss.

He mocks himself again that he is indiscriminately extreme, switches consciousness, and explores the signs around him.

And a lot of people exhale ho to make sure it went out of the building.

Rather than reading the signs that it would be a distance from the third floor to the ground over the wall.

Close to, but not in detail, the kind of thing that spiritualizes the existence of each soul.

The status is invisible and can only be checked about its number and position at best.

But still, it's a convenient technique to recognize people's movements almost exactly as far as you can see.

So speaking of being alarmed, I was

Which came first after all?

Did an external explosion reach his ear first?

Was it first that intense killing covered the space called the third floor?

and third parties with undetectable hostility come.

"Mascarade!

Reflectively as soon as he was conscious, Shinichi wore a mask and put his black coat together.

His whole body reacted irrevocably that he had to.

I absolutely must hide who I am from this opponent.

And you might not be able to fathom it unless you look like this, he said.

There was enough ferocity and acuteness to make me think that it dominated this hierarchy.

Almost simultaneously with the end of the transformation into black clothes, the inner walls were smashed and scattered with the explosion.

"Damn, this is it if you think it's over! Sounds like me!

I look ahead to the dust of destruction dancing with evil spitting on every thing.

The view from about 15 meters away is partially closed and the overall view of the sole is hard to see.

But the noticeable red-body armor (power suit) was still visible beyond the smoke.

And in his gradually clearing vision, black and red hit his gaze - perhaps -.

Red mannequin covered with thick armor. The head has a fixed appearance and no internal movement.

I can't even tell where I'm looking but still Sinichi felt her gaze.

It's the first time they've seen me even though I've become a mascarade and I haven't even attacked.

I thought they witnessed the moment I wore it critically, but the riddle is shelved.

The appearance of carrying more than one spear is unusual, but this is the source of the killing spirit that covers this floor.

There is room and intimidation to make you feel that of the war just by the way you stand relaxed.

But most importantly, I am amazed at the unnaturalness of seeing the soul clearly even in spiritual view at this distance.

The general status, on the contrary, does not allow for a peek at age or even gender.

It's also the first time I've done that and my vigilance jumps even more.

"Who is it, you?"

'... that would be each other...'

He was questioned earlier, but thanks to him he was certain.

Just like the masked voice, the red spear soldier uttered a voice that the young and old could not judge.

It's in that I quickly find out that what's different from that of the mask is clearly the voice that mechanically perverted it.

Yet it was still not concealed until the confusion beneath that voice.

Not that I don't see it at all. Until there is a human soul.

The other person is definitely human.

'... not one of these guys. Are you the final mouth sealer?

But it was too late. The general situation is already out there.

I hear you guys wanted to hide the case, and eventually the Countermeasures Office will find it. "

That's why I recommend retreating far away, thinking it's cumbersome and troublesome.

The Countermeasure Office will send troops when we can get out in the first place.

Think of it as the same thing they should have trouble with in a bowl.

"Eh!"

But that's apparently just Sin Yichi.

When I grabbed a spear with one hand from inside my back, I held my eartips up in heaven.

Each spear held by a red spear soldier has a different shape, and that grabbed resembles a razor blade somewhere.

That's not strictly a spear, but from the shape of the tip, that's the most appropriate thing.

Either way, a 15m long weapon is not an immediate reduction of a certain distance.

Concentrate on the movement of your hands and feet more than you can see your face and be alert to approaching, but do not move.

The only thing that moved was a raised arm trying to shake it down on the spot.

"Hey!?

As soon as possible, chills like ice cubes slip down your spine.

The experience stained sooner than understood with the head and the account it brings moved the flesh.

In an instant you put a demonic martial arts all over your body, letting more magic flow through your arms and feet.

Crossing his arms overhead, Sole, was taken to intercept.

"Gu!"

Running on the arm is heavier than expected shock and blunt pain.

I feel something like an invisible blade swung down on my own arm.

The blow, which even works on arms reinforced and covered with magic, is powerful and sharp.

Both feet sink ten centimetres on the floor, allowing for the stiffness of the foot.

Without knowing what the other guy did, now he won't stop moving.

If you pinch the blade you took with your crossed arms, you don't have anything like that.

I shook my arms off with all my strength and destroyed them all at once.

"What!?

Don't even look at the upset over there.

Ignore also objects like shattered fragments and open your right hand, covering your fingers with magic.

They were shaking it off and lowering it. I shake it up with all my might, aiming at the red spear soldier.

Naturally, the distance hasn't changed, so the arm can't reach it.

That was undoubtedly a counterattack (...) in a form close to unconscious to him.

"Damn!?!?

After a moment, the Red Spear Soldier is pushed out to be bounced by something.

He finally stopped when he was pushed to the wall while making two pieces on the floor.

And Red will get a startling voice there.

'What is it now... what, this!?

As always, the head is hidden and I don't know where it's pointing.

But his body is facing the back wall and he seems stunned by the sight.

There were literally “deep nail marks” on the inner wall, like five carved lines.

And there are the same marks on the red armor so as to fill the only blank area that was there.

The spear soldiers were so moving that even over the transceiver I could see they were breathtaking.

"Ah......"

On the other hand, I sweat cold when I've done it inside. Sinichi.

I was still trying to weigh myself down using this.

Demonic martial arts are fortifications. Therefore, there is no such thing as a long-range attack.

Just the knowledge and experience of evil gods, his idea of being a different world changed it.

─ ─ Wouldn't you be able to wield the magic wrapped around your body and let it fly?

It was such a simple thought that it allowed for a difficult pure magic attack other than the Demon Clan.

More powerful than magic using the same amount of magic just in terms of destructive power.

Therefore, if you can't see the magic, it was a decisive move.

But.

"Now to that extent, what a weight and hardness..."

'... what the hell kind of weapon is this?

Damage and body that didn't blow up like just scraped the surface of the armor.

He stopped moving vigilantly with his opponents striking one hand at another as a result.

Obviously, this opponent is as different in equipment and contents as the men of earlier times in heaven and earth.

If you take the time, the emergency room will rush and there is a risk that you will be witnessed.

But if the person in front of you doesn't leave, Sinichi can't leave either.

And if you distract yourself, you decide you're the one who can do it and look at it without alarm.

Did they decide that too? Grab two spears from your back with each hand,

I've floated the four remaining spears in hollow and pointed all my eartips at myself.

"A self-contained, floating, guided weapon, or... what an SF for a spear man."

I marvel at the technology that makes it possible with my personal equipment.

I breathe in my chest that this one is a fantastic assassin.

Withdraw wasted power from your whole body that you should never take a pull, and place it in nature.

To reciprocate that the killing that was spreading in the space was poured in aggregate at one point.

The Red Warrior who sets up two spears and lets four spears float and dance is totally willing to fight himself.

I recognised that fact clearly and my mouth laughed, though I wouldn't be able to see it by accident.

He said he was probably the only one on this occasion who realized the seriousness of this battle.

A battle of too historical value to happen where no one knows and no one sees.

All I could do was laugh at it happening in a department store everywhere like this.

Anyway, this is a warrior who brings together different worlds of science.

That an assassin with fantasies of another world is going to bump into each other.

If it's true, it can't be. It was the first battle in history.