Living for hundreds of years, Tired has never felt more intense anger.
I see those who can also be called my precious half being scorned, and my whole body, other than my head, is boiling, but only my head is cold to freeze. I can see for myself that my teeth, my lips, and my fingertips are particularly wiggly.
Anger with flames and ice living together. Dos The feeling of something like a black hedro spreading rapidly and eroding your soul. I honestly felt comfortable with it. Pleasure had certainly arisen in entrusting both body and mind to the deep and fierce anger that boiled with despair.
"Father up."
To the intransigent caress of the Beast Emperor, it was an Ayan sound that resisted diligently, but reacted to the enormous killing exhaled by tiredness, confirming from the gap beside the Beast Emperor, the appearance of tiredness.
The shape of my father's anger, which Ayane has never seen before. The reason I'm tired and angry is obvious.
(Misunderstood that I was forced to put together. I need to figure it out...)
Ayane tried to call, but tired was moving first.
Tired shifts in space and appears above the Emperor of the Beast, waving the Unbreakable Demon Knife 'Concubine Pine'.
"Huh!?
In reaction to the signs of killing and distortion of space, the Beast Emperor tried to deflect him, but it was so sudden that he flew off the scene with his back slashed off.
With a surprised face, the Beast Emperor sees tiredness. I've been friends with myself ever since I got here, and all of a sudden I'm angry and murderous.
To the confused Beast Emperor, Tired stuffs and pokes at once. The Beast Emperor leans his body to the side, and yet deviates greatly from his upper body, turning his thrust of tiredness.
Father, please wait.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!
The cessation of the Ayane sounds was wiped out by the roar of the Beast Emperor.
A roar that plunges men and demons into bottomless terror. The women and animals who were in the hall tremble. Ayane was also quite impressive. But it hasn't worked at all on the tiredness that has become the incarnation of anger. Play the sword again to the roaring Beast Emperor.
The growl is interrupted. The animals escape simultaneously. Some of the women also try to escape to the corner of the hall.
"Kuh!
One shout and the Beast Emperor waved his arm. With a thrust, the counter's palm punch bursts into the center of his tired chest, his tired little body blows up and rolls down the floor.
Ayane peels her eyes at how much her tired body doesn't weigh, but she blew up a few meters after a single palm blow. It's quite powerful.
Despite the considerable damage, tiredness rises quickly and casts a spell.
"Cannibal Fluorescent"
When it disappears in the form of a three day moon, a glowing man-eater fluorescent strikes the beast emperor at a fierce speed, on all tracks and at all angles. Ayane is surprised that the number and velocity of fluorescence are much higher and faster than normal. Because of the exaggeration, I unconsciously perceived that the power of surgery was increasing.
The Beast Emperor spread his wings and tried to avoid them in high speed flights. However, although it is only after flying that it can move at an unstoppable speed to the eye, it takes about a second for the wings to snap, so in the meantime it gets pierced with several shots of cannibal fluorescence.
The speed of the Beast Emperor's movements since flying was not very captured by people, which was reflected in Ayane's eyes.
The Emperor of the Beast, who also sent all the man-eater fluorescence and even turned behind tiredness, puts a kick in his tired back. Tired of being blown away again.
"Ugh!
The Beast Emperor opens his mouth wide and his mouth is filled with light.
"Ugh."
A fallen tired, beast emperor who nearly spewed light out of his mouth, but just before that, he deflected his head upwards, and the spewed light struck directly at the upper wall of the cave.
I'm not tired of doing anything. When Ayane stood in front of the fallen tired and saw his hands spread wide and covered, the Beast Emperor rushed away from the attack in a different direction.
"Father, please don't. It's a misunderstanding."
Ayan sounds tired and pleading.
"... doesn't seem to mean that you've been held abusively"
Seeing Ayane, I can lose my tired anger rapidly.
"No, it hasn't happened in the first place."
"It's okay... because I don't blame you for anything... or do you want me to blame you?
"No, so..."
"I got laid together."
At some point, I woke up. The honeyhouse is already dressed, laughing bitterly, and breaking into conversations between the two of us.
"It's a misunderstanding. If I refused, he stopped along the way."
"Ray, the Beast Emperor, unlike a rotten outward path like Ray, can't force a girl who doesn't like you to be violent."
Convinced by Ayane and Honeyhouse, Tired exhaled heavily.
"So... you didn't hate the honeymoon"
"No, no, even I refuse at first..."
Suddenly in the words of tiredness, the honeyhouse that tried to excuse him, but along the way the Emperor of the Beast struck him tirelessly, and the words broke off.
(Looks like you lit the other one too because this one showed some killing and warfare once)
Surrounded by exaltation, tiredness dodges the Beast Emperor's flying kick.
"Mizuko Mizuko."
The fast flying of the Beast Emperor is depressing, so I first call upon the water spirits who want to flatten themselves, trying to seal their movements, and twirl them.
Beast Emperor bound by the Spirit and falling to the ground. Normally, I can't move at all, but the Beast Emperor has still risen and rushed to exhaustion. But as you can see, only the wings were sealed.
(Keep it up...... fight? Even though it was a misunderstanding?
In tiredness, questions arise.
(Fight with the reincarnation of your head, who you have met? You want me to kill you?
It's impossible if you think about it normally. But whoever the opponent is, if it's a battle - once it's on fire, it's a tiredness of character that you can't help but feel sorry for if you don't do it.
(And this much stronger. Long time no battle worthy opponent)
Two fiercely cursed selves. Two thoughts. The words of the Grey Dragon and the Wave Soldier are remembered. Those two also held, troubled, and gave answers. Or he's about to leave.
The Beast Emperor's movement stopped. Nod, and...
'You're not cowering, you're tired. Kill him firmly. "
Suddenly my tiredness hardened to a resounding voice.
"Oh no... is it a dream... this"
Tired sees the phantom that appeared in front of him and leaks tears as he trembles.
"Head!?
It was, indeed, the voice of a tired thinker, who died a long time ago.
"Fantasy......"
It's not an illusion.
Shortly after I'm tired of squealing, I hear voices I've never even heard of.
"It is even more of the former life of those you admire. I am in front of you, and I have managed to deliver only my voice through me in the next life '
"It's the way he's talking now. I'm reincarnated, and I'm going to let you take over the power, memory and consciousness of my past life... and the technique itself seems to be a failure. Remains as a residual thought snagged deep in the soul '
A cool voice that I have never heard alternates with the voice of a nostalgic head. The two voices had also reached Ayane and Honeyhouse ears. It sounds right in the hall as audio.
'I don't even think I can afford to explain it. Let's just tell them what we want to tell them.'
'No, you're right. I'll tell you while I'm conscious. The way I am in the next life - this guy is a hunk of fighting instinct. I kept asking for someone to fight with. So, so are you. I want a fight. I mean, there's only one way.'
"I could have gone around because of you, and yet... you fight and kill...?
I'm tired of being a semi-crying face.
'You were willing to kill me earlier, weren't you? That's fine. The edges don't cut easily. I'll see you in the middle of another roundabout. You should enjoy the present more than that. You wanted one thing, didn't you? You wanted a fight. He's the one who can beat up his power. Play as you wish.'
"Right...... Me, too, I'm feeling broken. I don't want to kill your head when I finally meet you, I don't want to fight..."
A semi-crying face changed dramatically. With tears, an invincible grin.
"There are two things I really want to enjoy killing each other..."
The latter sentiment is nothing surprising. The battlefield is my home. If you make it tiring, it's natural. A monster appeared before me who believed and did not doubt himself to be the strongest. For tiredness, I can't be happier.
One who is similar in himself and in the Emperor of the Beast. He wanted to go around with a good enemy, and once it caught fire, he wouldn't stop.
'Tired, it's good to see you. Bye.'
At the same time that the signs of your head disappear, the Beast Emperor rises, shakes off the Spirit of the Water Son, and flies to exhaustion.
"The Dance of the Black Horse"
Activates a technique where tiredness is one of the depths of Shizuno. Where the Emperor of the Beast approached just before he was tired, a good number of black skeletons flooded the perimeter of his tiredness.
The flock of skeletons dressed in various costumes struck the Beast Emperor with furious momentum. The whole skeleton thing is no big deal, but its number, its willingness to kill and its momentum made even the Beast Emperor flinch and its bones protrude throughout his body.
"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
The Beast Emperor growls. Fear boils down tirelessly, but it doesn't flicker. Rather, fear is the only spice that makes this fight even more enjoyable.
"Bad Cause, Bad Cause, Big Rebellion."
From close range, it emits a black light accompanied by plenty of energy of destruction, making a great hole in the left flank of the Beast Emperor.
"Khuuuu!
He shook off the herd of beasts, and the Beast Emperor waved his arms from the bottom up. Though he was tired, his left arm flew just a thousand cuts from around his elbow, and even his right head, his skull, his brain, blew to dust as it exploded.
Tired of slowly bracing and leaning against the depression toward the ground.
"Tired!
I think tiredness has killed me, and the honeymoon screams.
"It's okay."
Soon Ayane, who was coming next to the honeymoon, tells me.
Tired of falling, but with his remaining right arm holding the sword, he stomps his sword against the ground. Keep your head up and stare at the Emperor of the Beast with only your left eye, with the right head missing greatly in such a way that a hole has been drilled in a distorted circle.
A hole in the body of the Beast Emperor regenerates one by one. Tired heads and arms, on the other hand, instantly regenerated.
"Whatever..."
Honeyhouses groaning flashly when they see that the damage, which is mortal if ordinary people, has healed lightly and is back to normal. I knew tiredness was a powerful sorcerer, but I didn't think it was enough to regenerate from fatal injuries.
(The regenerative power is better in Father. There's a chance for this)
Ayane decides so.
Tired waves a knife. The Beast Emperor tried to take the knife with his bare hands, but because of the big hole in his flank, he didn't balance his center of gravity well, and it melts.
A black body cleaves the Emperor of the Beast to pieces.
"Kuhhhhhhhhhhhh!
A beast emperor with a sad cry. But on that face after the scream, a tremendous grin spreads.
"Cannibal Fluorescent"
Tired of being exposed to a normal number of people eating fluorescent at close range. Every part of the body of the Beast Emperor, there is a small hole.
The women are screaming when they see the Beast Emperor being blurted out. Obviously the Beast Emperor is at a disadvantage.
Even from the eyes of the honeyhouse, tired looked more pressing. But...
"Uh-oh!
The Beast Emperor flies. I didn't run away. He was at close range, covered his body, grabbed his tired body and flew.
The flying end is a hole with a view outside that opens onto the slopes of the mountain. It is also an entrance and exit dedicated to the Beast Emperor.
Two people jumping out into the air as it lasted. Tired understood what it meant and blued.
At a distance where the face and face are likely to be in immediate contact, the Beast Emperor laughs.
Shortly afterwards, with the roar, lightning struck the two directly.
(For each of you... the boulder is the reincarnation of your head...)
Tired and in a blackish state, only the mouth is in the form of a laugh.
Taking hundreds of millions of volts of voltage, and even higher heat generated than a thunderbolt, the two blackened fell. But even in the midst of falling, Tired did not let go of his sword.