Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

What, this guy?

A black man suddenly descended from the sky.

A man who covered his whole body with black armor.

No, is it better if your body is made of armor?

Or, with a steel shell.

"Unappraisable"

The identity of the man is unknown.

As far as I know, only your husband will see this appraisal result.

Just like your husband?

Because it means it's a hell of a monster.

The man who descends between the ghost man and me turns his back on me and is relative to the ghost man.

He says he has fallen with so much impact that the ground sinks, but he doesn't even get one knee down, and he is Jen-royal.

Let that back look like a frozen spine killer.

Did a ghost recognize a man as an enemy, wave a sword?

The man accepted it without taking any form.

Shortly after, it was the ghost man's knife that smashed it.

I can see.

By means of surgical sensing skills, a junction stretched out on a man.

It resembles the Divine Dragon Junction used by Mr. Ariel.

But no.

The junction in which a man wraps around his body is more advanced and has a more complex composition than that.

What I understood was that to the extent that it was a junction with a breaking performance, I have no idea what effect it would have.

A ghost man throws away a shattered knife and takes a new knife out of space.

Now it cuts with two swords, at the same time as the other arm I played.

That, the man just pretended one arm annoyingly, crushed.

Every ghost man's arm.

A ghost man who is supposed to be dominated by madness takes a step back screaming.

That step is packed by a man walking unconstitutionally and kicking a ghost man's leg straight into pieces.

A ghost man rolls to the ground.

A series of streams seemed to have taken place slowly.

The man slowly shook his arm, crushing the ghost man's knife and arm, and slowly took a step forward, kicking him gently.

Yes, I see it.

Yet, ghosts are inevitable and devouring damage.

That ghost man who was intact even eating my biggest attack.

A man grabs the head of a fallen ghost and lifts it up.

Are you gonna stab me in the stops?

I'm not kidding.

That's my prey.

Don't come all of a sudden and take it from me!

Slap the clueless Zhuhai on the back of an indefensible man.

A huge chunk of red water disappeared as if it were a summer, the moment it reached the man's back.

"Huh?"

I don't think I can help but make a dumb noise.

Even to prevent it in the junction, I thought it would be prevented more flashy, feeling like it would hit a wall.

Yet the moment Zhu Hai hit the junction, it disappeared, as if there had been nothing there since the beginning, or as if it were swallowed without sound by the junction.

Then I'll hang up my trump card, which I was going to use on ghosts.

Authentic, my last trump card.

Jealousy.

Skills that force the opponent's skills to become unusable.

Your husband had stabbed me with a nail telling me not to use it, but don't use it now. When are you going to use it!

"Don't."

Soon, a man stood in front of me.

It's as if a man missed the process of approaching me.

I don't know when it moved.

Or the man stood before me in natural motion, so much so that I thought this man might have slowly come closer on foot, as he had just done.

"The skill erodes the soul. Like a ghost there, if you don't want to lose sight of yourself, don't use it."

A man's hand slowly accompanies my head.

Slowly.

Yet it cannot be avoided.

As if it was in gold bondage, my body doesn't respond.

And a man's hand touches his head.

That's a very gentle gesture and a very reassuring thing to say about this situation.

As if it melted, my consciousness disappeared into a slight sleep.

The administrator, called Black, gently lays the body of a lost girl.

And then he turns back to the runaway ghost who gets his legs smashed and still stands up.

"Gaaaaaaaa!"

Ghosts bark.

Black heard the roar and distorted his face.

"You too, pathetic victim,"

Various emotions are hidden in the distorted man's face.

That's, in a nutshell, chaotic.

"I'm sorry, but let's get you to go with your stomach healing. I don't kill. but I'm just not willing to miss it. I don't even ask you to forgive me. Because we're the ones who got involved."

And the battle begins.

Especially, that can't even be called a battle, unilateral ravages.

None of the demon swords summoned by ghosts hurt a man, but are crushed as if they were scraps of paper.

In contrast, a man's attack surely hurts ghosts.

That just seems to be tapping lightly from the side, but beating down the body of a fortified ghost man and choosing bones and meat.

After some damage, I leave it for a while.

To wait for the ghost to recover.

And it hurts the regenerated ghost man's body again.

The sight lasts for a while, and the demon sword in the hands of the ghost man finally comes on, and playback stops.

Nor is the regeneration of skills infinite, using forces that are not represented in the status.

That power is exhausted.

At the same time, the anger that was pounding and moving the ghost man's body also loses its effectiveness.

A ghost man who falls without power.

The man looked down at such a ghost man and exhaled in a deep sigh.

"Are you satisfied with this?

One white spider stared jizzily at the man groaning.

"I know. If I kill this ghost, will I turn you and D against the enemy?

White spiders say nothing.

"Even if not, this is the victim. This anger I feel is not something I can hit anyone with. So this is my eight wins. There's really nothing I can do, just heal."

Squeeze to weigh yourself.

Nor did the white spider respond to that whine.