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Squirting and true shoots shotguns.
The bowman moves quickly, hiding in the shadow of one of the containers to survive a true shooting.
(Oh man. Mr. Moon, I know you were going to help me with that... Nothing but extra help for me, is it, this schematic)
As a matter of fact, the situation of Junko, True and his triplets was the preferred one for the bowman. I didn't know that would be true and sashimi.
Even in the shooting at the entrance without even flinching between Hawkeyok, Mika and myself, I feel like I can win, though not very much, with this boy, who has twice shown off his full of monsters, even in the shooting at the entrance.
"Will you spare me the trump card?"
A bowman who is aware of a number of firearms placed in front of the workshop.
"Since last night, I've done a lot of research on you again. What activities have you done and how much you have accomplished"
Truth speaks to a bowman who doesn't try to move in hiding.
"I don't want a guy like you to die. It's a shame to let you die. If you live, there will be many who will be saved in the future. With all this crap, I don't want you to die lightly for that fool's play and curiosity. I'll take care of him. You better run."
"That's surprisingly you, sweetheart. You're totally mistaken for that. This."
A bowman with a laugh of self-derision.
"I'm a hypocrite, aren't I? And you're a bastard who enjoys killing each other by putting yourself between life and death, right? Sure, a lot of people I've saved, but a lot of people I've killed. Yeah. And then you're the worst bastard, that you're drunk on your unsolicited sense of justice. I don't know if I'm any better than an unconscious hypocrite for a minute. That's why you don't mind. Don't worry, I'm hoping you'll enjoy killing each other. Yeah. I'll enjoy it, too."
To the bowman's words, the truth returned nothing. Since it remains hidden in the shadow of the container, the true expression may be asked. I don't know if he will remain faceless as usual anyway, but somehow the bowman was driven by the urge to see what the truth looks like right now.
"If you've also done it with a spiritual manipulator, you know that, right?
A bowman who speaks truly as he concentrates his consciousness and activates his powers.
"That ghosts are also one of the physical phenomena supported by pure scientific evidence. It affects the human body and the spirit, meaning that it is possible to interfere with matter from the side of the spirit body."
In front of the truth, countless firearms dance through the universe. Around that firearm, something like a lion appears, and takes out the shape of a man.
"It's like a poltergeist, this is"
Even when I saw the phenomenon happening in front of me, the truth was calm itself.
The gunshots echo countless times. Those whose bodies are half-transparent dance through the universe, shooting firearms indiscriminately. The truth was familiar to them. Those are the constituents of the bamboo break that was truly killed earlier. The gun the spirit held was brought to the entrance of the workshop by the bowman.
Truth is, it turns off random shooting from above. Though shooting a shotgun at the spirit and fighting back, the shotgun never struck the spirit body.
"Waste after all"
The true person who shot him was half anticipating it.
This was the power that led us to call the bowman the greatest hero of the twenty-first century, and that bound any battle to victory.
An army of evil spirits who manipulate the spirit of the war dead and make them attack by taking weapons that roll on the battlefield. That's the battlefield, and the more casualties of war, the more power you have the ability to exert. It is a mechanism that does not accept any physical attacks from living humans, and spirits can also carry out any physical interference with firearms, but can carry out unilateral attacks.
With this trump card, the bowman has always been able to reverse and win, no matter how unfavourable the war situation.
"Sa ~ t. Show me how you can fight this without supernatural powers."
Towards the truth with a dozen spirits in front of him, the bowman pushed his glasses up with his index finger and let him grin wildly.
The battle between Eagle Hiko and Persimmon Marsh was lightly fought - it looked like it was.
Before a tube extending from Persimmon's body arrives, Eagle Hiko's bullet puts two holes in Persimmon's chest.
"Blood is yellow."
Hawk hiko glances at his face when he sees the persimmon swamp spraying yellow fluid and collapsing.
"Human-type battle creatures and all that disgusting stuff. Did you modify a human?
Shortly after I whined...
"Ahhhhhhhh!
The persimmon swamp wakes up the upper body with a cry similar to that of the severed demon, rolling out the tube again. Speed is not an earlier ratio. The orbit also arcs irregularly, rather than stretching in a straight line.
Inevitably, Eagle Hiko falls sideways, beaten through his abdomen and immediate head with something like a metal sphere on the tip of a tube. I knew firmly in my fading consciousness that blood was erupting flashly from my head.
(Yay... the blood is awesome, the octopus is good, and this is definitely dead)
Since blood vessels are concentrated on the head, Hawk did not know that the bleeding appeared to be severe when injured, or that it was more dangerous if he fell into a cave and caused nausea, rather than becoming a cobweb.
(Ma, come on. It was fun enough and... I was a bowman's prick, but thanks to you, I've had a lot of experiences that I can't do. In the course of twenty-five years, you could have lived a thick life about eight and a half billion times the average person. Yeah)
At the end of the day, he decides to pass with a smile on his mind and a grin on his mouth. No, I make a smile when I die trying to make an outstanding decision.
(Hmm? Don't die inside......)
I was surprised, and when I opened one eye...
"Honshi, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Persimmon swamp holds a large persimmon head and he is making a bitter scream.
"What's going on? He..."
Unlike the bullet damage that made me crazy, I could see it in Hawkeyok's eyes.
"What's going on! He is!"
Seeing the agonizing persimmon swamp, Mika raises her voice.
"Oh, that one. After a certain amount of damage, I set up another brain to wake up. I guess that's what I just woke up with."
Junko takes his gaze off his opponent in front of him, Mika, and explains it with his gaze on Kamauma.
"He said it was another brain!?
"Yeah. You're the brain of a kid named Dreamko who was dating him. Kiichi betrayed me and turned me into an experimental bench for a new virus. I did a background check on him, figured he might be able to use it, so I told her I was there. Any wish might be fulfilled, talk about a Mad Scientist named Junko Yukioka. So, she couldn't move, so she went to the hospital to sign a contract from me, but when I arrived, there was no limit on her body. But it didn't lead to brain death, so I left my brain in a state of provisional death and saved it. So, I connected him to his brain, which I loved, and I did what I wanted with him. I'm in the middle of something in your head right now, like her feelings for you, her despair when she finds out she's betrayed you, her memories when she's going to suffer and die."
"Why... do you do that? For revenge with her?
Mika whispers her eyebrows and asks quietly.
"I'm sure it's what the kid wants. It's a suggestion I made, but she accepted it in the hope that it would happen too, so I gave it to her. Maybe now Kiichi will wake up and empower you like a cartoon, and become a super kakinuman. Or -"
As Junko talks, the persimmon-shaped head of the persimmon swamp bursts, and yellow blood and flesh pieces, two shattered brains, are scattered throughout.
"I don't know if this is going to happen. Hahaha, off the hook ~, too bad ~"
Seeing as the tragic death of persimmon swamp, Junko laughs innocently.
"Don't laugh!
Mika didn't have much evil feelings about what Junko did, although she screamed to protest. There are parts of Junko whose senses have been paralyzed only for Junko because we have long known about these vicious treacherous outrages. Also because I heard about the circumstances of the subject being toyed with.
(It's a complicated story that you've given me strength and shown me how to live, and you've been behaving so badly and treacherously)
Mika in a standstill outfit who misses the gun and lets him go true with the bowman.
(Other than my family, it was you who affirmed me as such a freak for the first time. But now I'm gonna let you strip my fangs!
I dare not use a gun, Mika challenging Junko with a hand fist.
All you have to do is buy some time while the truth keeps the bowman down. Of course, Junko will be reading about those Mika intentions, and vice versa, they will come after instant killing. No, I mean the whimsical Junko, so after realizing what I'm after, there's a chance he'll go along with it.
The punch rolled out face-to-face, gently swept back and scratched Junko. The foot payment by the rolled out right leg low kick is also avoided by bending the knee and turning one turn backwards with a momentum away from the torso.
Aiming for the landing spot, Mika releases a further kick on her left leg. And at the same time...
"Accidental prank!
Activate the Fate Manipulation to target the opponent's fall. It is a force capable of deliberately occurring either good luck or bad luck, perceiving the possibility of a future that could happen in just a few seconds with the most basic destiny manipulation. But if I'm not lucky enough, I won't activate it. In addition, if you bring bad luck to your opponent, you may still end up underdeveloped if your opponent was also expected to have that bad luck.
It is unclear whether fate manipulation was profitable, but Junko failed to land by eating a kick in his leg, falling into depression and ramming on the floor without preventing Mika from attacking him.
"Oh, my God, you're getting stronger."
She tries to stand up by holding her head against the floor, but Mika covers it over its pure child, twisting her right arm up towards her back with her right hand, pressing her back of her head in with her left forearm, and weighing in as she goes.
"You're out of your hands! What the hell are you doing!
"Was it a little tedious to be dealing with someone while looking over there?
Mika looks ahead of Junko's gaze. Countless ghosts dancing through the universe witness the sight of guns being fired at truly.
"Hmm, that's an amazing ability to think. If you're about an army in a small country, you could turn it upside down on your own. Okay, this is... Well, there's quite a bit of history, and it's subtle in a big country opponent with hundreds of sorcerers and sorcerers."
"Are you sure you're okay...? I just wanted to go help."
"If you stop holding me back, Mika and I can help you. If you're going to keep dealing with me like this, I'm going to have to leave everything to you."
Junko didn't even try to fight it any more, he seemed like an abdomen watching the battle between True and the Bowman while being held back by Mika.
"No! I believe in the truth and leave it to you!
"Me too. Yikes. So just keep looking, okay?
From Mika's point of view, I dare to believe it, but Junko has an atmosphere where he is convinced of a true victory.
"Mm-hmm... It's just an innumerable sight for you, Mika, Bowman, and the three people I pulled into the back street and worked out to get into this mess and get into the fight. It's going to be a great memory."
Junko speaking with a lucid look.
Don't forget about me and the persimmon.
Hawk Hiko, who was asking how he was still falling, gives a voice that stood aside.
"Oh, I was alive - Which one do you want?
"Well of course in the ambulance...... yes, please"
Because it's hard to tell if Junko's query is a joke or a serious one, Hawkeyok answered honestly that.