Tired bounced wide aside and tried to dodge, but the countless debris released from the right-guard work strikes with motion as if arcing in the air and tracking tiredness.
Tired puts his strength into the sword and clasps to the side.
Shockwaves emitted more than swords shot down many of those rubbles, but some of them uneven from the range of the force field and some of the rubble that flew by time difference hit the tired body.
We soon found out who the rubble was. It's a piece of meat that's a catalyst. Meat pieces filled with resentment of the hungry. It is used in the technique in which Ayanomoto now finished Shiro Tengrass.
A piece of flesh melts the clothes and dives into the tired body. Tired doesn't try to make it look like heavenly grass. I just look at the right guard piece in silence.
"Bite God..."
Responding to the words of the right guard, all over the tired body begins to rise. My tired kimono breaks and I go half-naked. My mouth opens at the tip of the meat that has been distorted. After that, the flesh will eat each other and bite off the body.
"Cannibal Fluorescent"
With a word of tiredness, the light rumbled around tiredness and struck upon itself. Precisely, meat over tired bodies.
The flesh, the mouth is destroyed and the blood is intense, but the tiredness does not change the complexion at all. The only way to break this technique is to remove the possessed parts of the flesh, but it is difficult to remove areas out of reach and so on, and the damage accumulates while cutting them one by one. The best way to do this is to destroy it at once.
"Oh... what a wonderful and beautiful..."
To the appearance of exhaustion with the dewy upper body coloured with white and red, the right guard was completing the next procedure, remembering the excitement.
Ayane and Kashishiro bring up the bodies of the guard boredom one after the other. but it didn't come back. A corpse is just moving by surgery. When I wonder if the corpse floated in space, it becomes a giant piece of meat and flies tirelessly.
It was also a tiresome technique. Naturally. It is a technique that tiredness has created and taught to the right guard. It is simply a technique of hitting a corpse one after the other, connecting the corpses together and locking them into a meat mass, binding or crushing them, but I do not think we would use such a simple technique without any intention. You should see the fabric stone to the next surgery, or else you are modifying this technique into a right-guard work.
Tired wields a stronger force on the knife earlier. It was an attempt to hit his own spiritual power on a corpse being moved by his spiritual power to disable the spiritual power that resided in the corpse and to shoot the corpse down. Now the target is huge, not as fast as it is, so there is no leakage of fire.
Powered by the sword, countless corpses of propaganda boredom flying through the universe fall. but then again, the second and third line of corpse counties fly toward tiredness.
I couldn't read the intentions of the right guard piece all the time. I wonder for a moment if the purpose is to drain this power.
It is true that the technique of the right guard works is more intense in the consumption of power than it does not yet consume power. but there is no exhaustion of tired power to this extent. You should also know that right guard piece. You should see something else as intentional.
That's when he knocked down the third line of Corpse County, and the gimmick from the right guard revealed itself. Immediately after he waved down his sword and slammed the force field, countless black and thick spears burst out of the body, pouring down into exhaustion. In response to receiving the force field, it would have been a two-stage scheme in which spears planted inside the corpse popped up.
Several spears striking with sudden momentum. Tired posture shortly after waving the sword did not avoid in time, and one of them pierced his abdomen.
"Father!"
Ayane shouting unexpectedly at the sight of it.
Ayanami ran out to increase her tiredness without incident, but tiredness pierced her belly into a spear, spitting blood out of her mouth, yet staring at Ayanami with no expression and controlling her daughter's increase with that gaze.
Ayane stops moving, even as he makes anxiety stick to his face. I could still ask if I was willing to fight tired and could afford it.
The right guard approach the tired man who sits with his abdomen pierced by a spear in a relaxed foothold. Obviously tiredness appeared to be fatally injured, but the right guard works are not alarmed. I know that people's common sense doesn't work with a teacher equipped with powers beyond intelligence.
"Just another push or something."
Reach out and you will approach the distance you are likely to reach, and the right guard will stop.
Tired doesn't try to do anything, he just stares at it in silence. He is in an upright immobile position with his spine pinned while bleeding heavily and suffering fatal injuries.
I also know in the right guard that the tired fighting spirit has not disappeared. It is also dangerous to approach the detour. But this is the last opportunity for the right guard. to fulfill one's desires.
"You can't move, can you? The spear is made of boring bones. From the point of penetration, the roots of the spear are stretched into the body of the Lord, eroding his nerves."
Laughing naggingly, the right guard piece reached for and touched his tired body.
"I've waited so long for this moment."
An excited, trembling voice, with a dreamy look, the right guardian strokes his skin all over his tired blood with love.
"Beautiful. What a divine, beautiful schematic. This is what I asked for. Finally got it...... my master, who wanted, wanted and dreamed many times, is in my hands now!
The old man cheeks on his thin chest with a tranced expression, tastes it around with his tongue, and soothes his skin with blood.
"Foffo, let's live and paint like this. It is imperative that future generations become paintings that capture the hearts of hundreds of millions of people"
An old man's hand full of wrinkles rounding out inferior desires sees an ugly and extreme sight of his face stroking his beloved, and Ayane remembers his nausea and anger at the same time, reddening his face.
"Though the tangles between the beautiful boys are good, the structure of beauty being obnoxious by the ugly ones can also be fun."
The girl in black whines with a smile on her face.
"The bastards... get away from my father!
Ayane shouted, raising his anger and killing temper, and set out to help him tired, but tired gave him a glimpse of Ayane in a plain way, and again took control of his daughter with his gaze.
"So were you satisfied? Poor master, foolish disciple."
To the tiredness of telling in a chilled tone, the grin disappears from the face of the right guard piece, hands and faces away from the tiredness.
"You were the only one who wanted me to touch you, but I only took pity on you as a souvenir of the underworld."
As the right guard told him so before opening his mouth, Tired moved his hand and pulled the spear through his belly at once. For a moment, a lot of blood erupted, but the bleeding stops immediately.
"The structure of the body also allowed people to transcend it because it survives the turmoil on the flying battlefield of arrow bullets. It's a dangerous technique, but I didn't teach it to you or Ayane. Of course, it doesn't mean you're completely immortal. If so…"
He adds that your head didn't die, either.
"It was troublesome to crush the roots that broke into your body, though. Well, do you still have your wife's hand? Let's end the play."
Tired of wearing back your blurry kimono. Still close enough to reach each other, but the right guard was hesitant to set it up from himself.
No, the right guard was intuitive at that time. own defeat and death. Whatever technique you exercise here, you can't beat your tiredness. that it would end with the next blow.
With the stiffening right guard work, tiredness sticks out the concubine pine unconstitutionally.
Throughout the water moon, a black body filled with blood appears from the back of the right guard piece. It cannot be fatal to be tired with regenerative abilities, but the flesh is no different from the ordinary man. There is not a single one in the right-guard works.
"What..."
Instead of surgery, at the end of the settlement by the sword, the right guard works will have a mixed look with amazement and fright.
"It's the same pain I just got, isn't it? What do you say? Taste it in particular. Most of all, countless roots stick out of my sword and never come into my body."
Tired tells quietly.
"I've always wondered"
The face of the right guard works distorts into pain. But at the same time, there was a calm light in his eyes.
"Master of the Lord... I wonder who your head was..."
Its name comes out of the mouth of a strange disciple, and its tired expression clouds for a moment.
"My thoughts told me it was close to the eagle, and I was happy for some reason, but my chest ached and I was irritated. My foolish master... I'm sure your Lord's master is right. Now... the Lord..."
The right guard piece ran out without being told to the end. But even if I didn't say it, I could easily see what he was trying to say.
The last words of the right guard piece were pierced deep into the heart of tiredness. Words you probably won't forget in the future.
"When you pierce my heart at the end...... Until the very end, he was the worst apprentice."
Drain the knife from the body of the right guard, tired toward the daughter in black.
"No, I got something good to show you. It was funny."
Girl smiling and clapping. You don't seem hostile, but you can't be alarmed.
"of this space... the life of the Lord has also been interrupted, and I think you should leave early..."
I finally turned to Kashiro and Ayane, who had finished the battle with the guard boredom, and tiredness prompted me.
"What will your father do?
Ayane, who bears the wreckage of Chiyo and asks with a tired and suspicious face who does not try to move.
"I'm going to talk to this guy a lot... so he hasn't come out yet."
"Hmm, I'll be right out, too."
A girl said it in a way that blocks tired words.
"It's the same thing I want to talk to you about. I can't calm down here. Bye."
The girl in black leaves the subspace one foot away when she tells the scene with a bright voice.
"Shizuno, thank you for your time."
Kashishiro, holding a lost dark sai, tells him to push, and he goes outside.
Father, let's go.
Ayane spoke anxiously in tiredness as she looked down at the wreckage of the right guard piece.
"I have nothing to show you. I don't want to have a strange apprentice with me..."
Smiling small, Tired walked towards Ayane, twisting their shoulders side by side through the exit.