Makai Hongi

I don't have the next assailant. There are no more shards left.

It's wrong to deal with a guy like this with your bare hands in the first place.

The opponent is the leader of a major army. About as different as a cat and a tiger.

So let's have a big look at some of the irregularities.

Well, it's not a battle with rules, so there's no irregularities.

I keep my stance and watch how they come out.

A hand stretched out on top is just right to gauge the time.

Balthasar has used his muscle strength to penetrate. It's like a breeze. That's the right answer.

Originally on my offense, I can't do any damage.

I think I realized I should just stick it straight in from the front.

"I knew it from the beginning."

I kick forward and pay for the other guy's leg.

Balthasar's stepping foot swims just a little in the sky and steps into a place different from his will.

When Ateh comes off, he is brittle no matter how much he has trained his trunk.

That's the one that's gonna be cool when you take a wrong step down the stairs.

Balthasar's body only made a weird move for a moment.

My stepped foot is put back and I can't help but look forward. Yes, it's something I can't help.

I grabbed Balthasar and threw my own back to the ground.

He suddenly disappeared. Seems confused to me.

My foot holds his belly and floats his body.

It is a bar throw.

That one, when it's shaped, there's nothing more we can do.

I know because I've been thrown a lot too.

There is no half humiliation when it spins in the air and is struck from the back.

"Oops."

And the Auga are so good at muscle strength that they say they are brain muscles.

The moment I decided to throw a bass beautifully, I was horseback ridden by back-rotting guidelines.

It's commonly known as a mount position.

"Finish it."

Actually, I've been thinking pretty much from the beginning to this point.

Remove the kiva from the pocket of the guy you just folded.

He held it backwards and pierced Balthasar's right eye.

... pierced.

"Not so far."

I couldn't stab him. It was stopped just a few centimeters away.

General Melarda comes beside me at some point, holding my wrist.

"I'll stop you in a good place, General Melarda."

"I've been keeping an eye out for this."

I mean, it seemed like he was going to stop me even when I was about to get hit.

But this is a little awkward.

When this is over, it's off my mind a lot.

I put some effort into my wrist, but it doesn't even work with Pickle.

Even if we close the gap, we'll be able to stop it again, and now we're done.

You found out I lost my power, and the general let go of the hand he was holding.

I can't help being on it forever, so I get up.

I read and fought this fight earlier, but I was forced to modify the track.

Okay, well, what happens?

"Golan, are you satisfied?

Melarda sends a strange stream.

"Is that me?

"Bye. Haven't you had enough? I think I have an idea, so I left it there."

Is that what happened when there was no stopping on the way in?

Looks like he was controlling the others.

"Not me... could you listen to me that way?

Come on, me. This is the right place.

Balthasar, finish it right (...).

"So is that. It's Balthasar. How's your treat?

Balthasar still falls asleep.

Maybe it was shocking to be stopped where I was about to be hit. Still stunned.

"... alarmed. We'll win next."

Even with that brain muscle, General Melarda's opponent seems to be going to be honest.

And I sent a drink in my heart. "Great, Balthasar," you can approach and cheek. I can end this.

When I grabbed the tent strut, I pulled it out at will and threw it into the sky.

The tent, stitched together with the skin of the beast, was made quite sturdy.

The tent flew away with the struts without breaking.

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Around the lost tent, the rallying soldiers.

This is what I expected, too.

"Hey, Rig!

"Ha, just stay!

The lieutenant's rig turned to his face, drawing the silent soldiers apart.

"Bring the array from my luggage. Look, don't forget the gold bars in the spare (...)."

"Oh, I see."

The rig ran away with a dash.

I didn't want to name the weapon on that spot.

He's an air readable guy, so you know what I mean.

"Golan, I don't mean this tent..."

The general can't seem to gauge why I took the tent away.

Probably because the noise of earlier fights sounded.

Many races are gathering here now.

They all have more magic than I do, so awesome.

That's the soldier of the demon kingdom.

I knelt in Balthasar.

"Hey, how does it feel to lose to me in a fight?

"Huh!?

Balthasar peels his eyes off and his surroundings squeeze.

"They broke my bones and rolled me over, and I'm asking how you feel right now."

"Xama... if Lady Melarda hadn't stopped the fight by now..."

"They broke my bones..."

"He said he was rolled... so there?

"You lost? Master Balthasar?

The surroundings interpret thoughts.

"Hey, tell me! How he feels when he sells fights and loses."

"Xama...... let me tell you"

I opened the hand I was holding.

That's the kiva I tried to use earlier when I stabbed Balthasar in the eye.

"Then let's change the question. How do you feel when they break Kiva? Aren't you proud of the Grangachi tribe even with Kiva like this?

And it came to pass, and when he had made a tease of Kiba, which was broken in his sight, he fell straight to the ground.

I wanted to use Kiva for the murder weapon because it contains a huge amount of magic vegetables.

It works better than my fist.

That's why I folded it early and secured it.

I tread and twist the kiva that rolled under my feet.

Because it contains a large amount of magic vegetables, it will not break, but will serve to harm Balthasar's retention.

- Merriment. Merriment.

Do you have any?

When I let go of my leg, it was shattered.

(... Oh, did you lose the magic vegetable while you had it)

If the magic vegetarian falls out, it's about the same strength as a normal Kiva.

If you step on it with the power of the Auga tribe, will that be powder?

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Including me, the gaze of Balthasar, General Melarda, and the soldiers around me pours under my feet.

"Ko, kill him!

Balthasar stood up.

"Goran, I brought it"

The rig showed up. Nice timing.

"Oh Goran, the rig is here to pick up the weapon. Down?"

"Again? Hey, again?

"That's Golan the ally killer."

"Kill allies! Kill allies!"

My men came after the rig, too.

No, before that, there are two disturbing names at some point...

That's all I care about. Where do I kill my allies?

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Balthasar, whose temper has been shredded, is solidifying with his fists shaken up.

It's okay. This fight is still under my control.