Muimui-tan

- One...

The scene returns. Yes, not if you're immersed in recap now.

Joan, who had been held by Micah, descends.

'Joan, no, everyone stay put. I want you and Micah to take care of it. "

"Yes, I'm fine. When I saw Run, I felt better."

With that said, Joan was flustered. For a whole day, I kept fighting countless warcraft, protecting them to put everyone to rest, and then I fought four more demons - and that can't be healthy.

Joan and the others are the limit.

Still, still.

I made it, no, you put up well.

Me and Micah, we'll meet later. I don't know how much we can fight with Type 14, but still, we should be able to make time for everyone to rest.

"The Lord is right. I want you to leave the rest to me."

Micah sets the blade - the honey citrus ceremony on the cat in front of the eye.

A young woman's face is born in the blue tentacles she was wearing.

"Hehe, you can afford to consult among the enemy lines"

Red Demons can slap and roar their giant spider feet burning bright red.

"Mixed fish! I'm on track to beat you to the point of defeating the phantom body!

Move the knife Micah has in his hand - to draw a circle.

"You are - well, you are the body of that demon tribe"

"Huh? You, you didn't know who I was! That's right, yours, your revenge on me. Hate, resent, frighten, tremble, regret it!

A woman with only her upper body on top of a flaming spider laughs disgustingly.

"Right."

When Micah muttered so much, the figure disappeared.

And one of the burning spider legs was dancing in the sky. A burning spider falls, losing his leg and losing his balance. Micah's figure was on the other side of the body of the burning spider - the Red Canon. Micah delivers the knife and looks back.

"I feel no fear from you now, no power"

Micah's expression remains quiet.

"Don't lick it! The catfish are people, to me. No, no, no!

Red Cannon's leg plays along with the scream. Then a red flaming spear is born on the six arms and stretches out to Micah. but Micah makes it sound like a willow.

"Flame, stop. Your futile actions give confidence to those human moddlers."

"Shit! Is the water the leader?

"Kuhihihi, let's do this."

A red spider strikes his tongue at the words of the white beast.

"Run, are you okay!

"Joan, get everyone out of here now! There's got to be Captain Fat's ship a while down the road. Rest there for a moment. - I'll take care of it.

My God who flew to Joan, but it was Cecilia who answered that.

"You got it. Joan, believe in the power of Run."

"Believe... Right, right! All right. I got it, Run."

Yeah, I got it.

Joan takes everyone. Come on, will you do your best?

"Oh, are you okay with just the two of us?

The blue tentacles swell.

"I don't mind."

"Hehe, is that right? Also, this potato worm stands before me."

Oh, well. Are you guys the main unit?

An alkeny-like woman with a red-burning spider's body - Micah's revenge, and the demonic Red Canon, who gave me spicy acid in the fowl.

A blue, tentacle mass - a demonic Blue Ioan who was dying to help me, and who was trying to manipulate the kingdom behind me.

A woman with countless white lizards, white birds, and white dog heads on her lower body - the first Demonic White Disaster I've ever fought.

A creature with black, giant, disastrous bat wings on a wire-like body - a demonic black prism that lived to fight and was to fight in the desert.

Is this who you are?

- Two...

The battle began.

Four demons gather. What, are we gonna merge?

And a white wind wall begins to emerge around it. Again! How many times? How many times? Is that all you can do?

A giant tornado covers the four demons.

From the giant tornado, the heads of dogs and lizards with white, elongated and tube-like stretches are released.

Micah slashes it away when it's released into bullshit.

"Kuhihihihi, they're bad eaters, I won't let them go forever if I eat them"

The laughter of the White Disaster echoes from across the wind.

"I wonder how long I'll have it, Kuhihihi"

But the look on Micah's face remains the same. It's like a clear spring.

"It's no use. forever, I will slash away"

Micah's movements never slowed down. Gracefully, quietly, flowingly, naturally, truncates the white monster that is released. That's right, Micah. You're good at throwing away thinking and repeating the same behavior because you're a brain muscle!

and the light flies out of the wind there. This is...

"Micah, let's go."

Micah, who was even about to slash the light, dodges it.

"Shit, did you do well?"

Was it Black Prism's manipulative primitive magic? But I've already seen the magic.

"But it's wasteful, wasteful, wasteful, wasteful!

"My mirror slashes everything and reflects the magic"

"Kuhihihi, my wind will block all attacks."

"The magic of your primitive land will pierce you."

"Yes, everything, wasted, wasted, wasted!

I see.

Is it the original way of fighting to get four people together and make up for it?

I see.

But, yeah.

I don't know, it's not Micah, but you guys don't feel threatened right now.

'Cause none of the attacks from you guys trigger a hazard detection, right? None of them ever turned red in sight, did they?

If you're surrendering, you're inside now, aren't you?

I sense an explosive intent to kill has arisen from beyond my heavenly wind. But still, I don't feel threatened.