Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

The body of the Ethereal God was thrown out the window - into a pitch-black subspace without even a star, and went away from orbit so that it fell free as it were.

"-Come on!"

On the verge of being swallowed up by the impulse of uncontrollable bloodsucking, I bit myself in the right hand of the peel.

Leaving the comma for how many more seconds, complete reason blows away.

If I don't moisten my horns, my thirst... virgin blood? It's right in front of you! - Half-intuitively, I bit my artery as a measure of cramping... but as a result, reason blew up all at once!

- So what's this?!

"Ooh... yummy!! This is not fantastic!

As a trance to so much delicacy, a tremor ran all over my body.

Forget me and beat my tongue drums into a much more aromatic and concentrated tide of blood than any other blood (thing) I have ever drank, even though I was hungry. Yum yum yum, call the general!... Oh, but this is self-sufficiency in a way, or if I put it the way I looked after it, maybe it's close to masturbation, or so reason whispered, but I was selflessly obsessed and drank.

I drank too much like that, and on the contrary, I got anemic and flirty, so I just regained reason there, interrupted it with the thought of getting my hair pulled back, and instead took the blood from the storage space (inventory), which was in the wine bottle, and drank it without a clue but with a trumpet.

"... uh-huh. It doesn't taste bad... but it's thin."

Since there should be no deterioration in the storage space (inventory) due to the passage of time, this is also supposed to be the blood of a freshly squeezed healthy, pitchy maiden or a flourishing child emperor, but I feel something tasteless compared to my own blood I just drank.

I didn't think my blood was delicious.

Occasionally, rare people (barely) and Shadow Lang "Kake", even Lapokusa, who has just become a member of the vampire's family, and Tamegoro, have strangely pointed a hot gaze - and so on - but now I know for the first time. Those were my appetite enduring eyes, huh? Super convincing.

Leave the bottle you drank on the floor for now.

"Now, if we destroy this room for now, there will be no return of the Ethereal God, so we need to destroy it a lot. - Without the most exit, I'll be left here forever, too."

This is the countermeasure that I came up with aggressively as a response to my Ethereal God opponent, whose attacks are ineffective. How to deprive someone of their freedom, not shoot them.

On this occasion, I thought it would be quick to throw it out into subspace, but as for me, which originally had a low STR (arm strength) value, I had to use a "fanaticism" that amplified all stats by one or eight or significantly.

That said, if I had completely lost my reason, I would have gone straight from the front without thinking and lost power to the 'Amadeus' opponent. Though I managed to go as I thought, as critical reason stopped on the verge of blowing away.

That and the question is whether there is a technique for returning from this place - what the Ethereal God says, a subspace a step above normal space (maybe similar to the pitch-black space where the aerial gardens usually wait), is unknown there.

"If the transfer gates (teleporters) or the same subspace will contact the air gardens, they'll pick you up."

I got a response from behind to my lone voice.

"Where are we going?

By a shock wave that kicked the floor reflexively, but was emitted in a straight line in half a step, Bok's body was slammed against the wall as he rotated like a solo, along with a collapsed wall after a further blow of pursuit, thrown into the void.

- Fall... Huh!?

There was no breathlessness or absolute zero-degree extremes of the prepared vacuum, and I stood where I first came into this room when I realized.

"... heh?!"

Towards me confused, Ethereal God, who stood face to face about 5 meters away, had a carefree look.

"This space is closed. It's like a whirlpool that occurred in the sea of Dirac, if you like, so that the leaves of a captive tree stay in a circle, you can't escape unless you kill me for keeping this place. And it's impossible to get in from the outside. Factors other than me and you are automatically filtered. … well, functionally, it's similar to the Duel space used by the sound circles"

Who is Sound Maru...? And for a moment I questioned it, but decided not to worry about it for now, putting up a 'Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)' while hanging a heel on myself.

"- Well, sure... I was wondering if it would end up being a little wormy,"

I can tell you that. It's inescapable from within and out, and to deal with just the bills in your hand, it's pretty tight.

"Come on, cut it out. Why don't you stop being patient? I don't think there's any point in challenging a battle you can't even win, and confronting it with trembling fear you want to escape."

"... so?

"I told you from the beginning, be my onna. Then I'll give you half of this world."

Which lass boss are you!? I'm going to give you a betty suggestion, Ethereal God. If I accidentally answered yes to this, wouldn't it be a trap that would suddenly bring me back to level 1?

"How's the response?

"Of course it's decided no."

"Hmm, well, as expected.... Let me ask you why. Why?"

No... I just said it reflexively with a gamer's knoll.

"There are two reasons."

Think ahead appropriately for now.

"For one thing, this world doesn't belong to you in the first place. I don't know if this is the case, but right now it belongs to the people who live here and to the things that are alive."

All right, first hurdle clear. Come on, think about it. Me!

"Second... that's because I'm angry with you. You know the spiciness, the bitterness of being unreasonably trampled on, and yet you are also strong on others, because you can never listen to someone like that!

That's what I said, I pointed to the Ethereal God.

Well, this is half the time, but I'm pretty sure it's true.

Just sayin ', I'm neat. I decided to carry out my thoughts, riskier than the earlier' fanaticism ', in a situation of octagonal plugs but belly-up, and one more thing - no, I have two things to think about doing.

- If this world did conform to 'Eternal Horizon Online', you wouldn't be able to beat Aoshi, who was a former game master, on the system. But there's something he doesn't know. That there is a system that has undergone an unlikely perversion because it has become real, not a game.

"It's a fine thing. Then we shall take other ways than to discuss it as originally planned. If you do damage poorly, you may become a 'fanatic' or 'mad warrior', so cut off your hands and feet for now and get to grinding."

With that being said, the Ethereal God has waved the 'Divine Sword (Amadeus)' as he stepped unconstitutionally.

Even Rapo Kusan's "Absolute" is a flash shattered by a single blow, if you take this, my "Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)" will follow the same fate.

Try not to meet the swords with each other, and keep your distance anyway and repeat a blow away - until now it was the same as it was earlier.

"Hmm. Does the princess prefer chasing? Then."

Moment after moment, the figure of the Ethereal God blew. - No, I only captured the remnants without catching my eyes at too much speed.

"Huh? Become?!"

The Ethereal God, who stuffed his distance from this one in just one step, suddenly appeared in front of him.

"What's up, to this extent?

With no response, it was best to take the blow of the Ethereal God protruding at a flashing speed with a long-handed bag on his left - his shield gear, "Iserne Jungfrau", a rosy steel.

Decorated rose blossoms and tweezers are torn to pieces and scattered.

My defeated body is bounced in the air and flies backwards.

"Slow"

Without killing the motion vector of the advance before that - i.e., doing my eighteenth (comeback) triangle jump - the Ethereal God, who has changed the direction of travel, chases me at an even more bullet-like rate.

A giant sword swung up overhead, without any rush or rush, descended into a straight line.

"Come on!"

Twist yourself in the air and stand 'Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)' on the floor in a conical form, hanging sudden braking.

Moments later, a few slashes of wire dimensioned Bok's back's pitch-black wings, "Rosy Luck" La Vi Ann Rose, "and momentously slashed the floor and walls like spa tofu.

Oh, it was dangerous. Almost there, you almost had two bodies! Instead of his hands and feet, he was aiming for the midline. Are you going to kill me?

When I thought to look at the Ethereal God, I was flattened.

"Well, if you're not willing to kill me, you're not going to be able to take my fighting power. Nevertheless, using the Game Master (GM) dedicated High Speed Mode (HSM) can't be captured completely is a big deal to make."

Apparently, the current superspeed is like GM's dedicated skills. How far is it cheat?

Soon after tongue-beating, the Ethereal God has shrunk the distance.

At the same time, this one kicks the floor and stuffs it against them. For a moment, an unexpected look appeared on the face of the Ethereal God, but silently waved the Divine Sword (Amadeus) sideways with a distance of almost zero from each other. At the same time, several flashes were created.

More than the opponent's speed and reach outweighs this one, the battle as always at a distance is dangerous the other way around. Then we just have to get into nostalgia and seal both.

It was a super melee fight I chose to do so, but this was a more unfavourable fight on my part again, no matter what I thought.

Anyway, the opponent only needs to focus on the attack, throw away his defense, think only about destroying it without saving his safety, and strike relentlessly, whereas this one ends immediately if he gets a clean hit even with one hit. I just have to give it a whiff.

"What's wrong, you're not attacking me? Did you give up knowing it was no use?

How much adhesion would have lasted that would have forced tension to tread on thin ice? A close offense would already exceed five minutes, and an attack launched in the meantime would exceed 100.

My body, which seemed equilibrium, but had to be passive all along, had fine scratches and forced me to retreat as I shed the tide of blood I had just replenished.

And his leg, pushed down by momentum, stopped hitting something hard unexpectedly.

Soon they were down to the wall. With no escape, the knee falls and a disintegration gap is created in an attempt to force the attack.

"It's over."

The divine sword (Amadeus) in the hands of the Ethereal God is shaken straight off. From this position, I can't stop completely - it was a blow filled with that confidence.

In a moment, 'Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)' rolled down from my hand. At the same time, the bent knee-to-toe spring was mobilized in total pretense of collapse to create explosive propulsion to free it all at once.

"- This wo!

Faster than the tip of the divine sword (Amadeus) arrived, Bok's palm beat, which jumped into the palate of the Ethereal God, was shot into its heart area, while simultaneously mobilizing all the spring and joints of the body to release the original "".

"Hmm, how much - what?!"

Though it was the moment of impact that I turned my back on, then with the look of being stabbed by a mosquito as well, the foot of the Ethereal God, who tried to take a mild step, fell gaudy in disregard of his will, under the influence of the continued damage of the Xu.

Winning is now! This is the only moment!

Once again I jumped in time for my arm to reach me, reflexively holding down my heart with my left hand and swinging it down with one of my right hands, I played the pattern head of the divine sword (Amadeus) held by the Ethereal God and flew over my head.

At the same time he jumped and grabbed the divine sword (Amadeus) in the air.

Keep gripping the pattern and swinging. Light as feathers on the look and back! - Just what I thought. Gear for GM doesn't have a level limit, so you can normally even use it for me!

A weapon that was restricted in the game and probably could not be used by the player. However, I was guessing that the restrictions on that hand could be removed and used in this world - for the record.

When my brother Maru attacked me before, Joey grabbed the "Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)" that others could not have in the game as my exclusive gear. After my brother Maru's death, I handed Levan the special gear "Kamen" and "Moye (Bukya)", which should have been locked as well, and he could normally be equipped, so the restrictions around it were gone... but apparently he was right (Bingo).

With the sound of the bone meat being turned down and the blunt response, the Ethereal God looked up at me with a stunned open eye.

The giant body of the Divine Sword (Amadeus) pierced the back of the Ethereal God, penetrated his right lung, and his cuttoe pierced the floor.

He grabbed the sword flying directly up in the air, cut it down, no moves or anything, and dropped it just because of the power and momentum of his hand, but it worked out better than he thought.

It seems that GM's flesh, which boasts absolute defense, was also not an advantage to GM-only weapons, which also boast absolute aggression. Leaving for a few moments, blood flowed like a fountain from the wounds on the chest of the Ethereal God.

A buddy splash covers up the fine bloodshed I shed.

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Neither Scarlet Snow nor the Ethereal God noticed at this time, but for a moment when the splash of blood flowed between the two adhered to one of the beads of life that was lined up on the wall - the only thing that remained intact and transparent - the beads of life emitted a pale light.