Magic? Muscle Is Much More Important Than Such A Thing!

In the storm wall, Jabbagir and I will face each other alone.

Jabbagir scratched his head blurred and unwrought with hands that seemed to have nothing but bones and skin.

"Have you been cut off...? Apparently, the toughest thing about you is that elf sister."

"I guess so. He can do anything, he's my proud partner. You can only beat me. I'm a worthless partner."

"Ha, you tell me. If you can do it, do it."

Jabbagir's pressure can be played and passed down to me.

Blood rolls over the harrowing intimidation of breath emanating from it.

Roll, roll.

Now you have to get excited, you're not a man!

I put my fist up and look at the skeleton man in front of me.

"Hey you. Please, keep me entertained. Whoa!

And went straight into it.

Jabbagir, on the other hand, protrudes the dust cell to surround me with dirt magic.

Instantly the light was blocked and my vision was painted black.

"You didn't even know who you were. Three years ago, I stopped the unusual occurrence of demons on the border by myself, the" Vain Soldier "towards Jabbagir Galundre. I don't know your rank, but I've been an adventurer for ten years now. I guess it's polite to show respect to seniors, huh?

Jabbagir's voice heard from outside the wall.

But the only thing that bothers me that caught me in such a tiny jail is looking too sweet at me.

"Raah!

Even though I'm surrounded by dirt walls, I'm going straight ahead.

The dirt wall that hit my body was unbearably disintegrating to withstand the shock.

Keep up the momentum and approach Jabbagir.

And a blow.

My fist hits him straight into his luxurious abdomen, and Jabbagir floats his body into space as he exhales from his lungs.

I tried to chase him as he was, but he seemed to have made his feet brittle with earthly magic beforehand, which did not lead him to the chase.

"Gah...... you, put your hand on it. I'm a senior, aren't I? How old are you? I'm twenty-seven."

Jabbagir rises plucked as he exhales the blood accumulated in his mouth.

I still have my hand stuck in my coat pocket.

I didn't know you were still conscious with that skinny body... how magical and self-reinforcing you are.

"Don't say something thin about being old, 'seniors'. No!

"Thin, huh?... You're angry, I'm really angry. Best ever."

Jabbagir took something out of both pockets when he said so.

Something brown circular.............

Is that... a doughnut?

What was in its hand was the traditional doughnut with a hole in the middle.

To behave so unexpectedly, I keep an eye on Jabbagir's movements.

"So is this doughnut shop." Donuts Without Holes "? You've got to be kidding me... I don't know, donuts! It is good to expose yourself to a lot of schooling. But the act of expanding it must be clearly solemnized. Did I say something wrong, huh?

The elongated tongue began to enter and exit the doughnut hole.

It is so fast that it is invisible to the eyes of the ordinary man.

"Ah, I don't happen to have this feeling of nothingness...... This act means nothing. I can't wait to love it. You think so too, don't you? You can't do this. You're not a doughnut, are you?

I don't know what that means.

I don't think it's something I would do in the middle of a life-threatening killing.

There is also enough to deviate from the normal track.

"There are too many people in the world who want meaning. The doughnuts are telling us that there's no such thing as a big deal in life. What a dignity...... Tears on your cheeks, you bastard."

As the words said, a glimmer of Shizuku drifted down Jabbagir's ragged cheek.

Jabbagir does not even wipe it, but continues his monologue.

"And how about this store?" Donuts Without Holes "? That's unforgivable...! There's no way I can forgive you!" Donuts Without Holes "is the kind of place that sells donuts pretending to be daytime doughnuts! It's a store you should be spitting on! Betrayal against doughnuts!

Jabbagir floats blue muscles on his forehead and throws up with a voice that boils down the hatred and disgust of the world.

The colour of Shizuku flowing from his eyes changed from transparent to red at all times.

Jabbagir puts his tongue in and out of the doughnut again with a delightfully stained face, sparing me from understanding the meaning of the words he is saying.

"Bae, bae, bae! Ah, too much fun. Uh-huh!

"... are you even doing drugs?

"No medicine!? I don't need it! I wish I had a doughnut, and I'm the only one who can see a doughnut! We're brothers and sisters, we've sworn our future together!

Saying so, Jabbagir exchanged tongues with the doughnuts.

I see...... Seeing, listening, and getting good at it.

I finally figured it out.

He's just like me.

A doughnut for him is a muscle for me.

In other words, this is a battle that has carved each other's pride into their own souls.

"Then you and the donut bond, me and the muscle bond... which is stronger or better, let's fight."

The way it was revealed is wrong, but I guess his thoughts are real.

But also my muscles - me and my muscles - can't lose.

Shake down the fist you gripped.

Due to fist pressure, the paved ground opens its mouth thoroughly and its cracks proceed towards Jabbagir.

"Rah!

Shoot a pistol fist into a gap made of trying to avoid it.

Jabbagir did not defend himself and flew the earthly magic bullet with abandonment.

But my body is harder than iron.

The bullet that crashed into my body is inhibited by my skin, losing momentum and falling straight to the ground.

"That body… I knew it had the capability of a physical strengthening system. This is why I hate brain muscles. We need to have a decent conversation."

"It's not ability, it's muscle strength."

"…… that doesn't make sense. We can't have a conversation."

"Don't say that. …… Let's go?

Get close, punch him.

It's my best method of warfare and at the same time the most powerful.

Bouncing the interception dirt magic, I approach Jabbagir.

"Kuh...!

"I'm late."

Without giving Jabbagir time to react, I punched him in the torso as hard as I could.

Then he moves straight to the rush without breathing.

"Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola!"

One shot at a time is an all-powerful, all-body punch.

Jabbagir keeps spitting blood out of his mouth until he is done.

Maybe I'm already in the mood. No, a normal opponent would definitely be flying.

But I've been in battle for a long time, and he's told me this is not the end of it.

Jabbagir's arm, legs, torso. The flesh, which is supposed to be luxurious, begins to develop a feeling that does not resemble its physique.

I once distanced myself from that feeling, which was heterogeneous to the past.

"... we'll do it. I didn't think we'd get this far."

Jabbagir is a bloody body, and still stands up.

However, it was like a puppet suspended by thread.

You've already broken no limbs, obviously not standing on your own volition.

Nanica (...), not Jabbagir, was taking over his body.

"I can't even control him. I've sealed it in my body, but I can't believe I'm possessed by a weakened clap."

Jabbagir mourns himself.

Only the mouth seems to move, but the other dominions already seem to have been taken away by the Spirit.

And this spirit...... pretty strong. I am willing to draw a line with the black shadow.

Even at this distance, it's coming through.

It is also convincing viciousness that the intimidation that resonates in the gut, the use of Necromancer magic, cannot be left untouched.

"Is that your wife's hand?"

"It is also a substitute for being called a wife. Right...... a whispering joker is the place. I can't say I won more than this, but your win disappeared anyway. When it comes to what I can tell you, it's like," Woe to you. "I'm gonna die, you."

Very temperamental indeed.

I wondered if the resentment that had left me dead had been so disastrous.

But that's all.

"I knew you had a hidden ball. Behind your heart, I felt a different sign from yours.... so I was hiding it too"

"…… were you hiding it? Tell me what?

To Jabbagir, who asks me suspiciously, I say with a smile that I can fight a mighty enemy.

"It's decided, isn't it? Give me the trump card. - Mr. Superyuri, activate mode."

Necromancers. Evil spirits who can't even do magic?

Fine, I'll beat you up.

Let's fight over who's stronger, Joker or my trump card!

I activated Superyuri mode.

My body is light.

Almighty and exhilarating, why they come and poke and move my body.

By removing the brain limiter, my body moves more freely than usual.

There's nothing stopping me from happening.

While Jabbagir took a step, I turned around behind it.

"Phyllia said." To break possession, slap him in the back of the neck. "

I lower my knife around Jabbagir's neck.

Jabbagir exhaled and fell to the ground.

Her face is still blue and white, but she may not be dead because she doesn't seem as sturdy as her body.

Has the giant spirit soul dragged out of Jabbagir's body been baffled or plunged itself into the storm wall created by Firia?

What are you doing if you do that and you die of a sickle...?

I think so. In front of my eyes, the evil spirit broke through the wind wall.

"……… Are you coming through! That's right, yabe!

I thought it was a powerful spirit, but I didn't know it was enough to cross the storm wall!

Outside, Phyllia and Babandongas should be fighting numerous spirits.

If he mixes up there, he'll lose his balance of power!

"You can't do this!

I ran into the storm wall.

It hurts, but it's not unbearable.

Out there, I try to keep track of the situation.

Phyllia and Babandon gas in waterfall-like sweat and looking pretty exhausted.

Nerfiessa who performs restorative magic on those two.

And at the end of those three gazes, a black shadow the size of a mountain.

"Uvoaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"... have you gotten big enough for a moment?

You even had a growing season after you died?