"How long have you been hiding? Come on out now."
With an invincible grin, Kantaro calls on those lurking in the surrounding houses.
"Because there's a lot going on, a lot of buildup. I'm gonna spit it out here all at once and blow it up."
When the enemy shows up, he intends to emit a ray of light in a quick attack, and Kantaro sets himself up.
One of the soldiers shows up from inside the building, mostly in front of the three of them.
At that moment, Kantaro released a ray of light in waveform, instantly activating a high-speed movement and releasing a full kick across the soldier's head, wondering if he had appeared diagonally forward of the soldier.
Kantaro learned a different feeling. It's not the feeling of kicking people's bodies. It's like kicking something brittler and it could have been played in a variance, like that.
As it felt, the soldier's head was bouncing and flying in pieces. The top of the soldier's neck became a dozen or so rectangular centimetres of cube, split apart, scattered there.
In front of the astonishing Kontaro, a small cube splashed over there returns to the soldier's head at high speed, shaping the original soldier's head.
Soldiers go out to fight back. Kantaro glanced, waving his fist from a distance away, his fist splashed into a split cube, and it became a shotgun and poured down on Kantaro.
He is a wounded stemtaro all over his body, but without flinching, he penetrates the soldier, turns his torso and punches his fist in.
The soldier's torso can be smashed and bounced. After all, it becomes a small cube, bounce and fly, and Kantaro's fist penetrates the soldier's torso.
When Kantaro's arm was pulled out, the splashy little cube returned and blocked, and the soldier's torso hole quickly came back to normal. My hands are already back.
"Miki, back off. Incompatible with your Lord."
Seeing the nature of the enemy, the tree gives instructions.
(It's annoying and I regret it, but the blow won't work, so you'd better retire.)
Tongue-in-cheek, Kantaro retreats.
A soldier tried to chase him, but the tree wouldn't allow it.
"Chaos Napolitan!
Large quantities of noodles released from the hands of the tree spread radially in front of the soldier, wrapping the soldier.
The soldier seemed inevitable in time. But a soldier never got tangled up in a noodle.
From the top of a nearby house, one soldier jumped down and waved down the yellow, glowing stick vigorously, cutting off the noodles.
It was the giant soldier who jumped. They have huge bars of light in their hands, like lightsabers.
Forest construction, on the other hand, brings attention to a soldier who has not yet emerged - Marcel Geller. I'm also generally guessing where I'm lurking. Geller was in the adhesive state of Geller, moving around knowing that Mori was on guard here.
A giant soldier trees and penetrates.
"Roe Shield!
A giant Mingzi shield stands between a giant Han soldier and a tree, but when a giant Han soldier slaps him with a stick of light, the Mingzi shield becomes two light and straight.
"Erosion nero di seppia!
A pitch-black noodle is released from both hands of the tree and attacked by a giant Han soldier. The giant soldier spun a stick of light and bounced off the noodles - or so he looked.
"Gu!?
The black liquid that was attached to the black noodles splashes through between the bars of light that rotate like a fan, onto the faces of giant Han soldiers. It also went into his eyes, and the pain that burned the eyes of the giant Han soldier struck him.
"Ohhhhhhhh!
The giant soldier, screaming and flinching, but with his sight taken away, sees it as unsavory to stay on the spot, kicks the ground greatly and leaves the spot.
Without going into the support of the Giant Han Soldier, a soldier of the Cubic Split Phantom moved to the side of the Giant Han Soldier, trying to cover the Giant Han Soldier, and blocked himself in front of the tree.
"This is a good time."
The tree squeaks.
"Fire formation Arabiata!
A special attack to keep - a noodle of flame rolls out of the palm of a tree. The noodles of the flame struck like swirling around the perimeter of a cubic fission Phantom and a giant Han soldier, and the two with no escape were instantly engulfed in flames that erupted from the noodles.
A giant Han soldier turns to the pain of being burned, and Kantaro, transformed into a ghost, penetrates his chest and his knife pierces it.
The cubic schizophrenic Phantom had a tragic death: the flaming attack was also seen as effective by a tree, wrapped by a flaming noodle until it reached the torso hand and ankle face, not long before it split and escaped, and burned to death with a flame that erupted over the noodle.
Geller left the scene when he saw his two compatriots killed to keep standing. If I had hesitated to leave, my buddies would have dressed up as pitiful to be killed and help themselves alone, but I think I would have died too if I had.
"I missed one. Don't let this hand get to you."
Look where Geller supposedly was, says Forest Buildings.
"What are you letting him get away with? Mr. Mori. I didn't do anything."
"I was going to intercept him as soon as he came out, but he just didn't come out."
I made fun of Keitaro and told him that Morijuku looked grumpy.
"What do we do? Princess, do you want to move?
Kantaro asks for the tree's instructions. If we stay here, the enemy will come again, but the fact that we missed one has passed this ability and strength on to the enemy. The enemies will now be in full strength, and after a solid operation, they are likely to strike. The extent of this can also be discerned by Kantaro.
"No, I won't stay here. I have an idea."
The tree swung small and small, I said.
"Come on, I think I'm destined to be tied to a princess. It was a brilliant combination as if your soul was connected, wasn't it? I thought it was just me and the princess."
Gantaro claims to be in a good mood. In the second battle in action, he was delighted and excited to have decorated a brilliant victory.
"Do you see the fact that you have assisted an immature lord? A lesson later."
"Hey... I didn't just get followed, it suited the princess properly"
Said with a cold eye and voice, Kantaro complained of his dissatisfaction, but the tree did not try to fit in.
Marcel Geller, who did not engage only one person, but was killed in front of him and escaped.
I believe my judgment is not wrong. But I regret it nonetheless. I realise what the thought of a severance is.
(I will always argue with you... what a blue-smelling feeling, it's boiling naturally. I can't help but think so. Damn it!
If I just left it to my emotions to act on, I was ready to join the fight myself without running away at that time, and I wanted to ramble it as much as I could. But then it will only be a futile death of self-satisfaction.
Much of the distance, Geller stopped, contacted Bitton and reported all the situation.
'You mean the rule that you don't mind a mass battle until five minutes. Then it's a good idea to push it in numbers. If those three are going to fight for strength as individuals, they are going to fight because there are so many of them.
The words returned from Biton were as above.
"Be careful not to skip every antidote."
Seriously, not kidding. Pressing, Gellar hung up and decided to wait for Biton's reinforcements.
Bitton, contacted by Geller, told Geller to come to the gate once, as Geller was relatively close to the gate.
So Geller procured equipment, and briefly, but also checked, and carried the cells to collect them. By harvesting the living cells of Geller, who was turned into a Phantom, it is an arithmetic that a private oilfielder can also borrow Misaki's technology.
There are rules that prohibit contact for more than five minutes, so after doing so, we should head to an earlier location of engagement at an unreachable distance from several elites, including Biton.
Several of Biton's men are also set to head all over the city to support the modified soldiers who became players in the game, all of which are still a long way off.
"You're the ghosts of Kijima. These are the guardians of this country."
Says Lily, who was listening to Geller's report on the phone, Biton wraps his tongue around. I didn't make it any louder than I could hear, but it was something that Lily's ears could hear. And the important story is, I think we should get away from this woman in the future.
"Oh, I've only heard the name before, too. He said it was one of the groups responsible for the spiritual defense of this country."
As a rationalist bitton, I only thought of it as a frigid substitute for spiritual defensive existence, but I also knew the story that it mostly exists in every country. I hear that some private oilfielders have superordinary powers.
"Are you sure the commander himself is okay to leave the premises?
"I have a deputy captain. The enemy seems to be quite powerful. This is a policy of pushing in numbers, but for once, you should also put in the strong."
To the question of lilies, a bitton that will have a face that seems to have no heart or illuminate.
"That strongman is the bitton, isn't he? Sounds interesting, and I'll accompany you."
"It doesn't look like it's funny or anything like that."
Biton laughed bitterly at the lily he offered with a smile.