Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

I am in a special standing position among the dragons.

The same was true of the ability to assume that it was against God, but the way it was fought was also very different from other dragons.

After all, the human form is made of the body.

Although the other dragons could become humanoids, it was just a figure of debt, and its essence was the figure of a dragon.

There is no one like me who is human up to the true nature of dragons.

That's why no other dragon fights with a fist like me.

The base of the palm that triggered the Outpost attack.

It is easy to be struck down.

My attack hasn't faded since before.

The basic ability is too different.

The lower body seemed to be large from that figure of a spider, but it allowed the lower body to slide forward, backward, left, and right, making it difficult to read.

As a dragon, I fought with a heresy fist, and the opponent's lower body was a special figure called a spider.

I'm not used to it.

On the other hand, the opponent gradually began to respond to our movements.

At first, I was able to avoid my attack with a lot of leeway, and then I started to avoid it after I had almost pulled it off.

I'm starting to be cut off.

In this short time.

What a battle plan.

It's not just the basic abilities, but also the high level of taste.

"Defeat is only a matter of time..."

I knew it.

Although my ability is assumed to be against God, it is only assumed that I can not fight.

My presence is nothing but a bad sign after the defeat of the Lord.

Maybe it's a nice touch.

Such a dreadful hope.

In the first place, it was best to stand around so that the Lord would never have to fight.

In the first place, there must be no battle between the Lord and himself.

Not to mention defeat.

I've been brushing up on this brain power just in case, just in case.

Even though the probability of passing is low.

Defeat is the default route.

I don't think my power can be used against an enemy that the Lord didn't fight.

There is no chance of winning.

What's wrong with that?

If I can't make a difference here, what's the point of my life?

You think I've honed this power just to be defeated?

No! No!

No, no, no!

The White God is coming at me with his palm.

There was a swirl of black energy.

If it is fired, it will be a powerful attack far beyond the Queen's brace.

When play is over, that seems to be the case.

It seems that he was more vigilant than necessary to avoid my attacks on the roads, but he thought I was not a very serious threat and came to a settlement early.

The judgment is correct.

Between me and the White God, there is a great wall that cannot be crossed.

In the first place, there is no battle with God less than that.

We are only fighting with the power of a system, a debt from God.

With the power of a debt from God, you can't resist God.

But I have feelings, too.

From the palm of the white god, a stream of energy is unleashed.

I don't have time to avoid it because it's coming at such a fast pace.

Also, it's not something that can withstand defending itself.

In that case, I wouldn't dodge or defend.

Move on.

The flow of energy blows my lower body.

Too dazzling, no sign of it.

However, my upper body, which escaped direct fire, is safe.

The power of the energy was too strong, and it penetrated the straight lower body.

If I had been a little less powerful, my upper body would have exploded in the aftermath.

According to the law of sensitivity, my upper body pushes forward.

I can't step on it because I don't have a lower body.

Even if I clap my fists from here, it won't be very powerful.

Still, it was my last chance.

I will reward you with a single shot.

Looking at me flying with only my upper body, one of the remaining eyes of the white god is slightly opened.

Without letting out any energy, she radiates a white thread from her stance.

If you get trapped by that thread, this advance will stop.

Only one fist can pass through the mesh.

I took off my right hand.

I threw it at the gap between the mesh.

So my upper body was caught in a web of thread.

However, the thrown right hand slipped through the mesh and flew toward the face of the white god.

The white god turned his face away in a panic.

Yet he could not escape, and slashed his eyebrows shallowly above the slightly remaining one eye.

That's all.

That's all I risked my life for.

Oh, yeah.

I'm sorry.

The crystals of my life were nothing but tiny scratches.

But perhaps it was better to leave this power completely undisturbed and rot away.

With regret and a little satisfaction, my consciousness sank into darkness.