"It doesn't taste good to be haunted. Spread out."
Sylvia says, the apricot and the sa-breast fall back. But tiredness just moved on to Sylvia's left.
"When the wall comes... I'll be in charge of the left or front"
"Okay."
Sylvia snorts at the tired offer, but the first attack was a white formation. Sylvia and something like a white electric shock run at her tired feet and paint a pattern.
"Don't lick it."
But Sylvia just whined a word, and the electric shock formation of light disappeared beautifully. I used the power of Disarm Dispel.
"Let the source of paranormal forces act directly on the space where the opponent is located. Do that only to amateurs."
Apart from releasing the force itself from itself to the enemy, some means of attack by supernormal forces act directly on the enemy itself or directly on the space in which the enemy is located. This was a substitute for braiding forces in any space, but even if you do that in a position within your reach, if you have the heart to disarm Dispel, you can disable the supernormal forces before they activate.
"Is that you..."
Identify the man who activated the white lightning formation, and tired turns his gaze.
The man seems to have gone for a little while, but he immediately regains his mind and glances back at his tiredness with his eyes pregnant with hatred and fighting spirit.
(Copy only your abilities and you can be someone else. You're able to make that change, too)
To the best of their knowledge, they had to match their appearance when they copied their abilities. And the figure of the magician who uses the ability of the formation of white electric shocks, which he feels tired, is not among the four. It is possible that he imitated another magician.
"Cannibal Fluorescent"
A good amount of tiny light appears around the tired as it blinks.
Before tiredness unleashed the cannibal fluorescence, two red walls appeared in the form of a pinch of Sylvia and tiredness back and forth.
Sylvia looks back and puts on a giant silver shield against the red wall that appeared rearward.
Two walls try to sandwich them, fast approaching. But this time, there are no signs of movement on either side of the scene. Apricots and sa-breasts are revealed and watched.
"Get out of the way!
Sylvia steps in with the call, sticking her shield out against the looming wall.
"Bad Cause, Bad Cause, Big Rebellion."
Tired activates a different technique while maintaining cannibal fluorescence. When tired put one hand together, a black light - or something like a black, thick beam, which can only be called a black glow - was emitted, destroying a wall looming from the front.
The rear wall is crushed by Sylvia, but not as flashly destroyed as the front where Tired was in charge.
(It's like using two techniques at the same time)
Sylvia wraps her tongue around seeing that she is tired and still maintains a people-eating fluorescence.
Once again, tiredness releases a people-eating fluorescence. The light rumbles and strikes the four of us.
Four men desperately attempt to evade, but one of them fell head pierced by one of the bright extinctions of light, the other fell through his legs, and then the bright extinction of countless lights slowed where he could not escape, leaving his body full of holes and desperate.
(You could also say that one of the first people killed was lucky. The second died savoring fear and pain)
Apricot thinks when he sees a scene where the brightness of light swarms where he falls and is pierced through his body where his face is distorted by fear.
Gunshots rang, and one more fell down with a bullet in the head. It was Sa Chest who shot him.
"Don't be alarmed. It's full of gaps against this one. The rubbish chimps at the bottom never let those gaps get away."
Sa Chest with a gun laughed invincibly and lied. When the apricot, who looked sideways at it, smiled and thumbed up at Sa Chest, Sa Chest's invincible grin had turned into a luminous laugh.
There were four of them, but they were quickly left alone, and one of the survivors was openly wolfish.
"What do you want to do?
Ask one who remains tired in a cold voice.
"You don't have to do this either. Let's get him, torture him, make him throw up a lot. The reason I'm here to kill you, and besides these guys, I might have company."
"Right."
Sylvia tells me, tired snorts, approaching the man who remains unconstitutional. Sylvia follows suit.
The remaining man seemed ready, and when he struck his angry and hate-filled gaze tirelessly and distorted his face, he unleashed his power with his intention to kill.
"Whoa?"
Sylvia calms down. Tired and out of shape.
My feet are lagging, as if it had happened in an earthquake. But it doesn't mean I can't stand so shaken.
"There is something. Be careful."
"Answer. I know."
Without having to get tired of attention, Sylvia was identifying herself as a surgeon. He said a pseudo life by Imagery appeared at his feet.
The ground turned up. Sylvia and Tired each jump big just before that and leave the spot.
What emerged was a creature like Aye, who made his flickering body flicker. But the part that hits its head floats with a huge human face, and the mouth that rips to the bottom of its eyes and opens wide, the fangs grow astonishingly.
Try to stick it out of your head and the mysterious creature jumps to tiredness. Its mouth is an easy size to swallow a tired body.
Tired called in a black knife with an aport, he slashed and tore his elusive and mighty face vertically, and also cut about a third of the torso he wanted to flatten as it was.
The suspicion of the image does not bleed, but vanishes.
"Is that it?
Tired speaks to a man.
(I wish these guys would have thought of more combinations and attacked me, but that was totally variant. Before ability, unfamiliar with battle)
With that in mind, a change took place in front of Sylvia, who sees a body full of holes.
The surface, including the clothes of the three corpses, changes to melt. It has a smooth skin of general loess, no eyes, no nose, no mouth from the face, and a red reverse triangle appears on the forehead.
"Ugh!
A man screams and walks in empty-handed to tiredness. I know I can't win, and I thought one of them would kill me.
"Bullshit!
Sylvia tried to stick out her shield and hit her, and the man fell on his back.
"This guy's gonna have to throw up a lot."
Looking down at the fallen man, Sylvia deliberately makes a sword-soaking sound.
"Shizuno is tired... Everyone has lived in tears of pain, anger and remorse because of you. And now...... die with your chest tucked away by the humiliation of defeat...... Mindless..."
"I'm not facing the victim."
Silvia stepping on her face as she talks.
"Whatever the circumstances, I'm certain you're shit at a time when you're involved in killing irrelevant people."
"Humans, etc... are only our food. Now I'm facing the ruler, but sooner or later... Oops!
To Sylvia, who speaks out in anger, the mutation under her leg, when thrown away with ridicule, sprays a large amount of blood from her mouth and spasms.
"Poison..."
From the amount of blood he spits out of his mouth, Sylvia guesses so. I hurt myself.
Eventually, the body, like any other corpse, turns into a smooth skin of general loess.
"What are these guys?
Sylvia asks looking down at a corpse discolored with loess all over her body.
Before exhaustion answered, the three loess corpses who died earlier began to change further. Even though he had a smooth, full-bodied skin, his loess body hair grew all at once to cover his entire body, changing the shape of his hands and feet, and his head to something different from that of a person. Furthermore, a blocked tail grew from his glutes.
"Fox..."
Apricots groaned, seeing the carcasses of three giant foxes, also as big as humans.
"Yeah, it's a fox monster. Apparently... there were no individuals strong enough to copy me or Sylvia..."
Talking, I think it's a long time ago. I am well aware of this fox monster, and some are stronger. That strong fox never came out on my opponent.
The last man, too, after a slight delay, turns into a fox's wreck.
(No, I was just going to scout, but it's also possible that I got ahead of myself)
For a raid with my back in it, it's just a weak individual, and it seems more likely to be you.
"At the point where strong individuals are like this, don't you seem familiar with this guy too? I don't know what to tell you since you hired me, but tell me what happened."
"It was... it was me who empowered them. During the U.S.-China War..."
"Incoming from Laimei"
Asked by Sylvia, the apricot called out where tiredness returned to the usual interrupting and obsessive way of speaking.