Instant Messiah

... Abyss exhales without being distracted.

This mission is not a play. On the contrary, something that could even shape the fate of mankind in the future. I have to be able to speak my position, because I am not like I used to be... a broken door (Gorotsuki).

- I shouldn't think about anything extra... but I remember the old days. When I lost my hometown, abandoned myself and did whatever I wanted.

Now it is said that it is the right course of conduct, the apostolic book, etc., but what would have been the reaction of my old self if it had been said that one day I would be such a being?

I'm sure he would have beaten down whoever told him so. I mean, that's what I was.

Although.

Mr. Bacchus picked me up, made me educated, and gave me the teachings of God. I was given my place, my meaning to fight, my existential significance.

In the meantime, the revelation of God was revealed to this lowlife.

"By that fist, protect the others"

... what a thankful word. Even myself, who has hurt people scatterly, told me that God can be the one who can save someone.

Since that day I have been able to devote myself not only to the world as a single believer, but also as an apostle.

And I met Sally, too.

The role of a brave man... how unhappy she felt when she was pressed to bear the burden, not according to her own wishes.

But someday, I'm sure. The fact that my power helped her when the world was at peace would be the power to support her.... In case you didn't, be arrogant... I don't mind. If this brave man himself was nothing but a burden, then there is no choice. God gives only transcendental trials, but sometimes they remain insurmountable.

If so, I just support her.

God is also pleased that people support each other. Even if it was because of you, even if it was a push... no, let it go, I came prepared to take responsibility for her life.

Yes, peace in her next life.

To the people in God's nostalgia, a world without irrational fear or death.

For that, I wave my fist -!

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- Mr. Abyss, I'm packing the distance again.

Naturally, this one has one arm, the other two. In proximity, it's also all more than having the power of a one-hit special, it's the speed of rotation that determines the battle. It's a natural choice for him.

Conversely, they understand what they don't want to be done.

Distance, safety, somehow not getting scratched, with time to think...... such thoughts are foolish for Mr. Avis under these conditions and a desirable development for me, but they can't be that good.

Reverse right, pay and shoot him in the chest with his elbow, but he is stunned. If you kneel instantly, a second shot runs over your head.

An instant, air flow discomfort… the feeling of a piece of skin touching it if you stick the pointed bone of your left arm straight up. Probably, hammering aimed at the head.

Dear Stand Up, Earthquake Legs with your back touching your opponent. I wished I could earn even a small distance from this shock, but because I avoided jumping and kicking at the same time, my posture collapsed and EVEN.

And close again - no, I can't pull it off...!

- Over there is pure combat specialization, one hundred battle smells on it.

This one, with the enhancements and ingenuity given, is in a position where we have to make up for the lack of experience.

It's natural to be cornered... but it's actually desperate, but I don't know, this fullness.

All kinds of kills come to mind. How do I move, how does the other one cope?

How he tries to hurt me, how he curses me. They pass on naturally to my hands and feet and move my body.

... I've been thinking about it. Various ways to kill. I've been putting up with killing someone.

I hate being seen in contempt's eyes.

I hate it when people say, I resent you all my life.

I turn to them like a mirror because they keep doing that. [M]

I'd like to see which one is more resentful or comparable.

I don't know how to hurt you, what way to kill you... I knew I shouldn't think about it, but I can't help it because I'm sorry... I couldn't really convince myself that way. I see myself like this because I'm doing something wrong, because I did, and I've thought about it over and over again.

... Then I didn't have a heart.

When you notice, your hand trying to strangle yourself. Scratch your face 27615; fingers and nails. Step on the back of your foot, the other foot. Hold your breath... I even tried to endure it until it turned white in front of me.

I noticed. Self-abuse alone is intolerable. Malice from others is very, very much just that......

One way to deceive yourself is not enough. If self-infliction or internal punishment is not enough, then it must be directed outside.

So it became a mirror.

Not to mention, I managed to keep it sane by returning more malice than that.

Yes, I resent others as much as I resent them.

Various...... I've also seen the body. Oh, did he die this way, or was he killed? Cheng Cheng, this is how you got hit. No, I would do this if I were you... Oh, my God, I thought.

I've also seen how they kill me. Even if you're in that good shape, Cheng Cheng, will you die if you beat me up there? Even with all that skill, if your feet are neglected, will you be struck by surprise? Then I guess this is how I should have...? Oh, my God, I thought about it.

Anyway, only the experience of dismantling (rosing) humans... because I was no less confident than anyone that the seriousness and truthfulness of the act. Maybe in this area, I could have a precise image of a town doctor there running barefoot.

Images to keep you from getting killed. Images to kill.

How to poke a gap. If you beat with your arm strength, if you are inferior. Even if we go from the front, there is also a technique that deceives us by sight.

The position of the center of gravity is front, rear, top, bottom, left, right, and what is appropriate on the skeleton. Which is more effective: the right way, the wrong way, in some cases.

... It's natural not to kill people. But in the world I've lived in, it's pretty easy for people to die and get killed.

In order not to be killed, can I kill him?

I want to kill you. But you shouldn't.

Ethics gets in the way, but accumulated malice substitutes for murder.

... after all, I decided to point it at the Demon Clan.

Now that I'm here, I'm just pointing it at Mr. Abyss, for God's sake.

... don't kill him, because I know that if I kill him, the brave one will end up killing him too, but if you don't want to kill him until you find a chance, they will, so I'm doing everything I can to kill this one, too.

For some reason...... I enjoyed having all my means of killing taken.

You seem to be accepting who you have been, just a little...... glad.

But I'm done with all this time.

In the end, I couldn't hunt him down, losing in local power. [M] On the contrary.

... It's only natural for the weaker to be cornered by the stronger.

- Like now.

- Mr. Abyss released a back fist coming from a blind spot in his lost left eye, a phalanx to his throat, then an elbow to his clavicle, a further blow that hid it. Avoid, avoid, and.

For me to lose my arm and have less defense, it's only natural that I won't be able to keep up with this speed of rotation.

More than not using the grand moves, like a stuffing of on-board play, I will move on to a visible defeat.

Here... inevitable.

Hard to see and defend on the left. A piercing (soaking) blow, released at an exquisite time.

... A shock runs into his lungs by that blow that sews through the gap in his ribs and is thrust into him by choosing meat.

"... there's a battle, Nine"

Keep it up, Mr. Abyss.

- I grabbed one of my ribs, and I pulled it out, choosing it.

Blood from a sloppy, flank hole. I still hate this liquid. But now I don't even know the color very well, it's just black water. I can't even afford to care.

So I, kneeling down at his feet, turn to him and honestly declare defeat (...).

"... oh, brilliant. This battle is… your, win,"

... a one-on-one battle, the first time in my life, a serious, all-powerful killing.

It was fun, and it was really fun, so I was so sorry to get it dirty myself.

Because I'm weak.

Because if you don't get someone to help you, you're such a weak person that you can't do anything.

... but I promised to protect someone weaker than me.

"... but... the result of the duel... is a draw. Whatever..."

- So I'll hold someone's hand.

"... this time, it ends with my transgression. I'll take care of your life. No loot, sorry, no..."

"-!"

Mr. Abyss takes a breath to destroy my skull, but it's too late. That posture, you can't use your right leg in time.

He chooses his side, he doesn't have enough blood, his hands and feet don't move anymore.

A moment of alarm, which occurred because man, as man, exceeded the limits within which he could operate.

And this distance Mr. Abyss can't escape.

Everything... mine, as calculated.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Abyss. It's embarrassing, but the look on your face when you're killing each other... it was pretty much me, I didn't hate it.

So... let me finish with this result, sorry.

... breathing constantly, I look up at Mr. Abyss's face and whisper.

The last shard left in me. The roots that led me to be born and live as me.

- Spit out the last 'memory'.

"-" The Three Generations Blade of the Greenhill Family ""

... my own, "Mahou", which I can use only in the East and West. At the same time as that one word.

From my left empty orbit, one small one. Tony's.

Lost left arm, from its protrusion, one thick as it was inherited. Tony's grandpa guy.

... Finally, one thin bottle from my belly, which was decided earlier and had a hole in it. Finna, Tony's mother... Tina's twin sister's, bones.

Call them to Yidon (more so) Tina's memory.

Without wasting one person's time, I ate up all the remnants of what they existed in the world.

Conveniently a sharp, pointed bone for the three jumped out in a flash, piercing Mr. Abyss' upper left arm, his remaining left femur, and his right hand waved to kill me, letting him scream that he had pushed to death.

... not just that... in Mr. Abyss's meat... let him play the tip like a sea chestnut (udon) or a chestnut (groan) and eat it in.

Out of his mouth, he generated a scream that he could not hear.