"……… Beast Magic"

Cyril and Zerimgaia one hit.

There was a strange bird shadow that broke into it.

"Huh!?"

A kick down from the head.

Cyril opened his leg and landed on the ground empty-handed.

A crack runs straight onto the ground, with finely crushed soil bouncing around.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?"

The blast also caused the resistance members watching the game to scream.

"Sally!? Don't interrupt!?"

It was the Eighth Quassary of the Twelve Apostles who broke into a single strike. In an unexpected way she turned to Cyril, she kicked her ass in the air.

I ignore my partner's intentions and join the war. What is that intent......?

"I'm sorry about Gaia, she's clumsy. Do you? We can't afford to spend any time with the first one of us until we're done with the Resistance little bugs in the safe house."

So you ignore the one-handed benevolence and intrude?

I'm starting to see how she is...!?

"... half-built ago. That kid, he looks surprisingly delicious. I wonder what kind of fierce men can do to each other with the Twelve Apostles today. If you knock it down, it will also have foil on it. Why don't you just give it up to us, huh?

"Out of the way!? Really selfish. What about you?"

Cyril, which oddly takes the form of being sandwiched from two beautiful women.

Normally, it's an enviable situation, but they're dead birds to ferocious pigs wearing beautiful women's skins.

We're being pushed, Cyril.

"Just pull in and don't get your hands on me! Girat might come out when this one is in our favor poorly!?"

"I don't know what it is, but you're gonna put your shoulders in those little bugs. Him? So I figured Gaia would pull in?

"Selfish!?"

Their gaze turns to me.

Didn't I tell you?

"That's good, keep it up"

Declaration of clarity.

"Drive Cyril by the two of us. I don't give a shit."

"Stupid!?"

Leader of the resistance rushing over with despair.

"Cyril is your apprentice!? Can I kill him?!?"

"What do you mean," killed "?

"You will! It's two on one! Even though it's unfavourable, those two enemies are both twelve apostles! There's no winning!

Mr. Leader.

You don't have any credibility for calling me the "Star of Hope" about Cyril.

"I'm worried about nothing. I don't have to do anything extra to decide which one's going to win."

"Eh?"

"Don't take a sweet look at Cyril. He's my apprentice. If you're around Greiluga, why don't you give it to the twelve apostles?"

"... ugh!?"

A leader who trumpetes my confidence to the point of overwhelming.

……

However...................

Until I said that, okay, but are you sure you're okay?

Even though Cyril is the protagonist of "Beast Fantasy 4," the rationale for not losing just that is faint.

Even the main characters can lose, so it's a game.

No, rather, depending on the game, the protagonist loses.

Among the "Beast Fantasy 4", the protagonist Cyril and his party companions have managed to defeat the Boss character's twelve apostles one by one by slapping them.

That's the main character alone this time, with two enemies.

Situations that are usually said to be impossible gay.

Has the declaration been speeded up after all?

…………

But still, my chest doesn't bother me.

I am calm because I am not shaded by the look on Cyril's face.

Pinched with a raptor in front and a rampant pig in the rear, but with no haste or fear for the signs of his disciple.

He already has it.

Make sure you have the secret to winning in this situation.

Then all I have to do, my brother, is trust Cyril and watch.

"I thank you all."

Cyril says forward and backward.

"I can fight while my brother watches me because you attacked me. I can get my brother to watch my fight. I can't be happier."

"What are you talking about?

Neither Zelimgaia nor Quassary are insulting their enemies anymore.

He abandoned the perception of Zako in the resistance and was fully vigilant.

"I use this in action for the first time. I'm too lucky to have my brother see this moment. The best realm I've ever reached in my training with my master. I'll show you guys too. A souvenir of the Midway!!"

And Cyril changed.

Transformed.

That is…….

"What's good, good, good!?"

"Lie to me!? That bong...... that kid changed that look...!?"

I can't help but be surprised at Zelimgaia and Quassari.

They look familiar.

As the Twelve Apostles, if they once witnessed the first confrontation between me and Greiluga...

Cyril has changed his appearance…….

Holy Beast Mode.

The blue-white chi that holds the whole body together is neither the beast demon chi nor the wisdom saint chi......

Holy Beast Qi.

The energy of transcendence, which will not occur unless both sides are combined and harmonious, envelops Cyril!

"That...!! That look! Same as when Jirat got serious!?"

"You can't forget to take that blue and white mind and make Master Greiluga bumpy! Why shouldn't that kid look the same!?"

Two confused through confusion.

On the contrary, I fell to my heart.

Was this the identity of the absolute confidence emanating from Cyril?

"I didn't know you were mastering Holy Beast mode......! You learned it after I left, I knew it...!

"Seeing your brother used it, I really wanted to be able to use it too! Ask your master to do a lot of hard work......! I made it a thing, Holy Beast Mode!!"

Is that my fault?

The protagonist Cyril learned the Holy Beast mode, which naturally ends up unavailable in Beast Fantasy 4, at the beginning of his journey.

This means…………….

... I didn't say no to Easy Mode, 'Strong and New Game' or anything that chaotic.

Complete breakdown of the game balance.

Cyril got the power to do whatever he wanted the world to do!?

"Ha-ha-ha!? Bo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo......

Zelimgaia is like a frog stared at by a snake, leaking a truly unclear voice that can't be screamed or whimpered.

"How much?!? What do you mean?!? It must be me!? It's me! areareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareareare

"Calm down, Gaia! I know what it's like to panic, but we're the Twelve Apostles! There's no way you can expose yourself to something different!!"

They have witnessed my battle and understand the horrors of Holy Beast mode to the bone marrow.

May I say it was engraved in my heart?

"Chi Riya! Butt hole. Cut it tight! Our twelve apostles are not only allowed to defeat, but also to retreat!

"That's right......! Thanks, Sally, I could hold it back.... So that enemy, how do we deal with it?

"That's what it is. Gaia, did you fight that girl by yourself?

"Hmm?"

"I don't think it's a good idea to embezzle prey after all. We don't want to stand back, but we don't have to worry about it."

"You bastard! In fact, you are willing to push one of the Atassis to ruin it!? There was no retreat for the Twelve Apostles!?"

"There's no retreat! A fraternal act of giving a hand to a friend! That's why I asked for the rest, Gaia! Go home because the crow will ring!!"

"Let them get away with it, you sexually wicked bitch! If it's death, then all of us. Ahhhhhhhhh!?"

"Yahhhh!? What the hell? Let go! Aaaaahhhhhhhh!?"

How ugly.

Cyril turned his hands gently toward the two who are only the disgrace of this "Imperial Guardian Beast Twelve Apostle"......

"… Holy Beast Intelligent Style"

We were both blown away by a decent run of Holy Beast temper.

"" Ngghhhhhhhhhhhh!? "