Instant Messiah

"Huh!?

Open your mouth and shut it, and Mr. Abyss is stunned by the anomaly that has happened to him.

… the effect of the earlier wording is to take away the voice of the other person.

In the exchange since I got here, I had also noticed that the brave man was moving under his instructions and movements.

I mean, Mr. Abyss, who's used to fighting, is the command tower. so don't let him communicate his will to the brave. That was my decision.

That was one of the few magic mods I could use, or a form of curse. I mean, nobody taught me to chant magic in the first place.

This is the bullshit Tia used to force me to shut up when she was in a bad mood.

I never thought I would use it in combat, but it is my doctrine to use anything I can. I mean, there's no room or point in sparing it anymore. Rogue Kiyon wouldn't have made any sense, and when you were a soprano, you suddenly didn't have time to be attacked and used. I am rather surprised that people have the opportunity to use it.

I will imitate as much cowardice as I can to kill.

My basic victory condition is to take the brave hostage. I haven't thought about it since, such as being able to beat Mr. Abyss with a beating from the front.

"Oh, Master Abyss!? What's wrong!?

... I also realize that this daughter has a crush on Mr. Abyss. Now, from the information around there, how do we get close to her who lost instructions from Mr. Abyss? With that in mind, Mr. Abyss is picking up the stone at his feet and staring carefully at this one.

- Distance not reached in one foot from each other. First of all, avoiding Mr. Abyss' first blow is a prerequisite. Having the flying gear doesn't seem like it's going to hit us all of a sudden with a brave man on a boulder. He's not so short notice.

Ah, it's hard. If you're a potent idiot, it would be easier for you to be a pig.

I don't know how long Tia's enhancements will last. I want to decide on a battle as soon as possible.

As Jiri, and this one packs one step, Mr. Abyss, who grips the stone, rocks his right hand two or three times. At the time he shook that arm, it's still early.

If I were to go... just before the throw, the stone would be on the verge of leaving its hand.

So, Mr. Abyss's right arm side...... look here and dive into his left body side. My arm strength and grip right now would make a gap if I poked at the steeple. Aim, side or neck. Keep your hands wide open, any of them, make all your decisions with your touched fingers.

If it's avoided, don't stay. Keep going for the brave.

It's dangerous, but this is the only way.

Lower your hips and watch Mr. Abyss move.

It's okay, I'm good at watching, that's all I'm good at.

I can avoid it. Shoulder movement, joint softness, fingertip position, gaze. With all this information, we can make orbital predictions of flying stones.

View. View. Watch the motion leading up to his throw...

"... Huh?

... I saw it. Mr. Avis crushed the stone, raised to about shoulder height, in an instant (...).

"-!? Guh!"

Finally, my left eye complained of the intolerable heat and my lid reflected off as I saw the fragment coming this way at an inevitable rate.

... loose, dripping blood on the cheek and possibly the contents of the eyeball.

As I feel it, I realize I've lost half of my lifeline, my visual function.

... see, I concentrated on that one point, which in itself became a vendetta.

It was the feint that was showing the bare gesture to throw, and the fate is this way......!

Shake off the shattered fragment from his right hand, and he'll pack the distance to stab a stop here.

I'm only fortunate that it was an earlier pain and I wasn't kneeling. I rolled to my right the moment I realized his figure had disappeared from that left side, the vision of my right eye trying to close on its own with a reflex caused by pain.

Boom. Impact.

... I rolled and rolled, and when I stood up with that momentum at a distance, I could see that Mr. Abyss was royal where I was just before I avoided him. At its foot, it is stuck.

... and I tried to avoid them, so I tried to kill them. He's serious, too.

Oh, shit, my eyes hurt. It was too painful and itchy. In fact, my cheeks also itch because of the dripping liquid.

- S, and Mr. Avis, who falls back to the brave again. There are no shards of alarm from that position.

... Oh no. There's no gap at all.

Cheng Cheng, Dada doesn't have a name for 'power'. I'm fighting my way out of that idiotic power. It's impossible to beat him in a melee.

Besides, I can tell you how to shake yourself when fighting as someone's shield. It's a pain in the ass.

... Then I guess this is what he thinks in his head. "Must come by other means than melee," he said. 'Cause, in fact, you look like that.

As soon as this one tries to distance himself, anticipating that breath, he will come to stab a stop. It doesn't make sense to move the center of gravity a little bit back, and that's the end of me.

...... Damn. I'm not running away now. I don't know if you're aware of this, but it's not the same thing as winning or losing. Strong guys don't just win, I'll show you things in the eye.

... I ran straight out to Mr. Abyss.

"-!?

Idiot, I'm going to look at this one with eyes like that, Mr. Avis.

Which is stupid, you bastard. I'm not that clever.

Since we started, we don't have the means or the comfort of ranged combat!

All I can do is ambush. I'm sorry for your incompetence! There's nothing more you can do than put your back behind them!

- First of all, we're ahead of the game. The end of consciousness was taken. Aim, in return, his eyeballs - not his feet!

With his index finger and his left hand with two extended middle fingers, he makes it look like he pokes both his eyes and steps through his feet with his left foot.

- It was avoided. Next. With an enhanced grip, hook your extended two fingers straight into the clavicle, - Eh...!

Turn your neck back. Guru, and his hands kick the floor about the ground as he twisted his body against his back as well.

I'm glad my body is soft. Otherwise, my head would have bounced like a pomegranate on my left knee, which just flew for this head.

... upside-down posture, I'm full of gaps.

Mr. Abyss turned his back as he kicked momentum and tried to step through my head in a kickable position with a kick in the back to the right.

... What is the apostle, the use of God who moves so specifically to kill humans?

You're such a nasty bastard. Stupid.

This would be the end of it for a normal person, but this is who you're dealing with.

... There's no reason for snakes to have fangs.

... I squeeze out just a little bit of courage left in me.

And.

- Gucci, the sound of meat crushing, sounds around.

Mr. Avis' right leg, which flew at a speed beyond his intelligence, I stretched my left arm toward it.

The foot that has come to kill this one touches my fingers as fast as it is...... crushed, folded, and just that I am tired of ripping the flesh like a lie into the contents, bursting my left arm from my fingertips to half my two arms.

Endure the pain. I can't stand it, but I stuck my teeth together and endure it.

My precious left arm spreading like a flower, like a tear, covering my feet that flew straight without waste. Like a fountain, precious blood splashed in the dusk. It dissipates at all costs as if it were a bargain sale.

A moment, a blank of sensation. Next thing I know, it was... the greatest pain in my life.

... Ouch. Ouch. Ouch! Ouch, but what happened to it? I ate too much and broke my teeth, but I said, "Nguhu...!" A strange noise leaks on its own from its nose, but endures. It hurts so much that it seems like a leak in the piss, but I'll put up with it.

I'm gonna help Chris. These guys, they got to get rid of him.

There's nothing more cool than putting it on for a woman...? It's just one arm, don't think I won by about...!

... The foot orbit toward the head deviated. Mr. Abyss killed me.

So after that, let's just say I'm going to slap your bad habit leg, which has been raging around for a long time.

'Cause I already caught this guy's leg.

I kept supporting my weight with only one of them. I caged another force in my right hand, and I...

Bones just fine and pointy enough to moxify a guy who doesn't care, broken and swollen.

I stabbed it as hard as I could from Mr. Abyss' tendon on his leg to his calf.