Illimitable Until Death

“Bang!”

In a crisp tread, the banner's favorite burst out like an arrow off a string, rushing into the square.

The gaze, from the very beginning, has been on the inside of the square, like a sight that locks the target, and the second person can no longer be seen.

He loved watching the banner rush in his direction, and his eyes were squeezed.

The flag's favorite ability is Lv.4's nitrogen armor, which allows the nitrogen around you to automatically form a protective wall that covers your entire body, like armor and securely protects you.

Although only a few centimetres thick, this type of armor is capable of automatically blocking almost all attacks, even if it is directly hit by a sniper gun, it does not lose a single hair.

And this ability, which also turns nitrogen into a compressed mass, covers a few centimeters away from the palm of the hand, making it easier for even cars to lift the flag and even bounce back the bullet of a rifle empty-handed.

This capability, if applied in close combat, how powerful it is, is already predictable.

“Hoo-hoo! ”

So, in the roaring wind, the banner's favorite little fist, like a deadly hammer crushing the air, slammed the direction of the square.

With a sharp sensation, you can see that around the flag's favorite fist, some of the whirring wind rolls up like an airflow.

That's the nitrogen the flag loves to control.

“Boom --! ”

Make the air sound like a shock.

That's not the sound of the flag's favorite fist hitting the side.

Before the flag's favorite fist was about to hit itself, it was a step backwards.

So the tiny fist that falls into the sky, like hitting a huge mass of air, provokes a dull bang.

Powerful, is so amazing.

And when it doesn't hit, the banner loves to keep bullying.

“Hoo-hoo --! ”

Smaller fists wrapped in a roll of nitrogen, causing a whirring wind that kept blowing out in the direction of the square, like a Gatling machine gun.

“Knock, knock, knock --! ”

Suddenly, there was a murmur in the air.

The square is just a gentle step, like skating, the flexible step leaps out, the heavy fist of the future attack to avoid.

However, the banner's favorite is still relentlessly attacking and pressing forward.

And that's when Flanda did it.

“Banner, I'm coming! ”

As if to remind his companions of something, Flanda shouted and threw out several missile warheads for portable combat vehicles.

The tail of the missile began to emit jet light, turning it into thrust, allowing a single round of missile to cross space again and hit the square.

“Boom, boom, boom! ”

Several shots were fired immediately, causing the flash to appear.

“Never! ”

At this point, the banner's favorite thing was to suddenly open his hands and block himself in front of the mouth of the square.

“Whoa, whoa! ”

In the crisp noise, one bullet fell successively on the beloved body of the flag, rubbing Mars over the nitrogen armor and being blocked as much as possible.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! ”

In a spin, a single missile also suddenly struck and fell.

“Boo-hoo! ”

In the explosions that shock the air, the flames are like fires, carrying shock waves and strong air flows, covering a range of less than four meters in diameter.

That's the limit width of the alley.

So the flames are blocked by the walls on both sides, and they can only pour forward and backward, wrapping the flag favorites around them.

Soon, however, the banner's favorite thing was to jump out of the flames and go back to Franda.

With nitrogen armor, this level of afterwave is not going to put the flag in jeopardy.

Of course, the real danger is not flames, but people.

“... nah, the banner. ”

“What's the matter? ”

“... we didn't kick the iron plate, did we? ”

“I think so. ”

“… can we escape? ”

“If you're not afraid of Maino, I'm very supportive of you. ”

“Huh...”

In Flanda's favorite repressive conversation with the bamboo flag, the flames in front gradually dissipated.

Inside, he stood undamaged, holding a gun in his hand, and looked at this side with a smile.

In those explosions, no harm was done at all.

Flanda and the bamboo flag love to be silent.

Is this really a powerless man?

It's like seeing through Flander's beloved thoughts with the Flint Flag.

“I really don't have the ability to use anything, I just took a few steps back in the direction of the storm, and it didn't actually affect me at all, so I don't need the ability to do anything. ”

Speaking of this kind of language, the square stared at Flander and the Bamboo Flag's favorite.

“Some things that look like superpowers can actually be done by ordinary people, but some skills are needed. ”

“For example...”

The gun in his hand was hidden.

Flanders and pickaxes love to stand still immediately.

What happens next, they don't understand.

“Boom!”

There was a sudden sound of gunfire in front of the square where the gun was hidden.

Gunfire, flashing.

“Bang!”

Almost at the same time, the flag of the handkerchief blew up like a powerful whip.

“Hmm...”

There was no response flag at all, and the favorite was a few steps backwards, like being hit hard.

“Banner! ”

Flanda shouted out.

Until the sound of the square reappears into the ears of both.

“The technique was called" invisible bullet ", simply a pistol version of the blade extraction technique, as long as it was rigorously trained, even ordinary people could learn, if not nitrogen armor could automatically defend, the girl would have died. ”

As soon as the words fell, a flash of light appeared again in front of the square.

“Huh!”

Such a noise sounded on the ground in front of Franda.

That's the sound of a bullet hitting the ground.

“ ———— ”

Flanderton was frozen.

Fear began to rise in Franda's heart.

--" Invisible bullets ".

There is no way to see even the muzzle, and there is no way to tell the timing of the opponent's shooting and the trajectory of the bullet.

The next second you think of yourself as likely to have been shot, you're going to die from a bullet, and Flanda's body is shaking.

As for the flag favorite, I can't stand up anymore.

“While the defense of nitrogen armor is astonishing, it can still be broken if a powerful enough attack continues to strike at the same point. ”

She glanced at her favorite flag and smiled slightly.

“From the beginning, you've been attacked by a lot of armour-piercing bullets, and it's almost time for armor to be broken through slightly and the impact of bullets to work. ”

When you hear this, your favorite thing about Flander and the Badger Flag is you get it.

In this battle, both lost.

Absolutely defeated.

Besides, it was defeated by an incompetent ordinary person.

Just like I said.

This time, it really kicked the iron plate.