(Is there anything you can do about the milk?
Migasaki, but there is no cure for the milk.
"Shh!"
It makes cat-specific screams and jumps at an unstoppable speed to the eye.
Instead of avoiding Junko, he could barely react. The skin on the neck, the flesh, the blood vessels, bounce off as if it had exploded. I don't even know if I was caught with my nails or bitten with my teeth.
Looking back toward the milk that jumped backwards, the milk jumps wide again to attack the upper body of the pure child as it jumps around and faints at high speeds to the left and right.
There is no cure for milk. Milk is also because they are better at melee than they are at launching attacks from a distance.
(Milk... you...)
I actually fought close, and Junko understood. I felt it.
Blood erupted from the right head of Junko. Now I get it. It's a claw blow. But it's a lot deeper than the milk claws arrive. Probably when caught with his fingernails, he is simultaneously releasing slaughter from his hand by a waving wave.
(Are you...)
Sometimes when you're fighting, you figure out who you're dealing with for some reason. That's exactly what happened now.
(I like fighting, but I hate hurting people, it's a troubled nature)
If you increase the power output, you can do more damage, and the milk should be able to do that. But I don't do it. Junko regarded it as not intentionally hands-down, but perhaps unconsciously saving.
(Though its kindness and sweetness can sometimes be life-saving)
Now milk that bites for the legs. It bites miserably and eats away the tendons, flesh and arteries of the left leg of the pure child at the same time.
"Gigna."
The milk makes a sad squeal and rises flattened and sideways.
"Hey, Konnya..."
Milk leaks a hateful voice and stares at Junko. The back leg of the raised milk was missing a bottle.
Shortly after he bit and ran through Junko's legs, Junko's transferred knife was cutting off his milk leg.
Milk trying to pull the cut leg quickly with caution power and stick it together.
The leg was trampled by the leg of the transferring pure child.
"Don't lay on the sidelines, grow new legs."
When told with an uncontrolled smile, Junko also lets his hands transfer and touches the legs under his feet. Occasionally it is atomized and the legs of the milk disappear.
'Hmm...... It's quite a stir, you...'
Speak low and the milk grows new legs.
"I was a little motivated"
The milk jumps from the front and its appearance disappears in front of Junko.
The milk, which has metastasized and emerged from the oblique back overhead of Junko, bites the neck muscle of Junko and even moves both forelegs in tremendous momentum, making Junko's face, shoulders, neck and head rarely hit with a serious cat punch over and over again. Of course, he puts out his nails when he is beating them, and shocks caused by mindfulness power are being showered at close range.
The skin on Pure Son's face peels off, his nose is shredded, his ears fall off, his eyeballs crumble and blow away, his skull cracks and his brain pops out, blood sprays out of his neck like a fountain, his shoulder flesh snaps and his clavicle rounds out, and his clavicle snaps and pops out. The gallery watches over the tragic sight.
Truth was I watched quietly. Truth is, even if I wasn't nearby, I knew as well as Junko for some reason. It came through. The feeling of fighting milk. Enjoying the fight itself, but also having strong resistance to hurting your opponent, every time you hurt your opponent, you are also breaking your heart. Because I can see that, even if Junko is doomed in front of me, it's hard to have anger or hatred for the milk.
Until then if I say sweet, but still, truly, I feel painful. I really knew Junko must feel the same way.
Junko reached for the milk, but the milk bounced so that he could play it and then immediately jumped again, this time biting Junko's right wrist.
The moment - a red beam was released from the pure child's eyes, cutting the body of the milk in three. Then my right hand, too, is cut off with my beam.
Falling to the ground, the spilled gut quickly returned into the torso, and the body of the cut milk was also regenerated and stuck, but there was a great gap in its regeneration time.
"Hey......!?
During regeneration, the severed right hand of Junko had been dispersed into the body of the milk. After playing it, Milk noticed the fact.
"Divine Eclipse."
When Junko muttered, as if the body of the milk had turned upside down, the muscle fibers, the organs, the blood vessels, the bones, multiplied and overflowed all at once.
Though it was a god erosion that worked for lilies, Junko watched as it was more likely that the milk opponent would be resisted "resisting" just because he normally applied a god erosion. However, Junko was stepping on the idea that it would be easier to apply the effects of his abilities if he put part of his body into the body of milk and set it up from the inside of his body.
And Junko got what he was after.
"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
A cranky scream like an esthetic cat emanates from the mouth of the milk.
Milk is desperately resistant to the erosion of divine erosion, but pure child dominance is stronger. I can't stop the divine erosion, and my flesh grows with tremendous momentum.
Milk gave up early on trying to stop the divine erosion. But I didn't abandon the battle.
So that the pure child's body could be thrust up from the bottom, it was blown wide into space.
Pure child's body, blown up to about the height of the fourth floor of the building, is now beaten to the ground by the force of invisibility from above as much as possible.
While offended by divine erosion, Milk was attacking Junko with his mind full. If you can't stop the enemy from attacking you, just keep attacking yourself, it's milk that cut your head off immediately.
A large amount of pale, yellowish liquid poured down on a pure child lying on the ground, with his head nearly half missing. It was prevented earlier, fluoroantimony acid.
Junko disappears. It didn't melt. I read that there would be another attack soon, and I was transferring.
"Fuggyyyyyyyy!"
Screaming, the milk turned into a meat mass that the earliest cat prototype has not fastened anywhere emits a wave of notion in all directions.
Due to an attack that is not targeted, invisible allowances or dependent on it, Junko can't even react and spot it with killing, he eats one shot and is blown away heavily.
(Is this... am I going to lose?
It feels like the power of milk is bottomless, and for the first time here, Junko becomes aware of defeat. Junko's health is near its limit. The fact that I make up for my body's lack of regenerative capacity with divine erosion also leads to a loss of energy.
"We're coming this way!
Biton screams. As the surrounding trees are broken into two straight sides or blown out of their roots, the range of the storm of mind-boggling waves expands.
Let's get out of here.
"It doesn't make sense."
"Run, but be wise." "Tondora."
Those who were watching cannot wait to get involved, and they flee.
"True brother!
In it, Midori stops, turning back and shouting. Truth remained on the spot without trying to escape, just staring at the fallen Junko.
Fortunately, the range of the mind-boggling waves did not extend to where it was true. Before that happened, the milk attack stopped.
"Giggy... Giggy..."
The divine erosion is also automatically dissolved, and from the overflowing mass of meat, the milk, dyed bright red all over his body, appears. Your eyes narrow, your whole body trembles into small pieces, and you can easily see close to the limit.
At the end of Milk's gaze was a figure of Junko lying on his back and falling down. Milk's chest hurts so badly.
'Hmm... that's my win. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Behind the back of your heart, milk laughs loudly with hateful laughter and proclaims victory.
But the laughter stopped immediately. Because Junko disappeared. And...
"Fugi!?
The scream of the cat's clamor leaked. The transferred pure child was holding the head of the milk from the top to the ground with his hands.
"Well, do you still want to? Can you still do that? I can still go, though?
Junko, with her middle waist and her milk pressed from the top and her head and face nearly half missing each, asks in a bright voice.
"Damn...... fuck you. It's my loss. Surrender...... '
Milk, who was running out of power, honestly admitted defeat.
"I'm sorry. Let me tell you something. Otherwise, I won't admit to surrendering.
But Junko, without loosening the power of his hand, spreads a grinning, uncontrolled grin and says away.
"Ku......! Shh, sorry... '
It was a milk that trembled upon itself and his voice in unprecedented humiliation, yet followed it cleanly.