Five yellow crystals appear around the milk. All shapes and sizes vary.

Crystals fly in together with tyrosine. Tyrone bounces wide sideways to avoid, but the crystalline group turns U-turns to further track tyrone.

"Red Dumplings"

A tower with a bright red baby's head appears in front of Tyrone.

Then the heads of all the babies that were connected fly away, towards the five impending yellow crystals, as if to intercept them.

An explosion occurred the moment the baby's head, laughing at him, touched the crystal and broke it. The explosion calls for an explosion and all remaining crystals are chain-bombed. The baby's head gets caught up in it too.

(It didn't look like a bomb, did it...? Coincidence, but it was the best way to prevent it -)

Tyrone smiles and looks at the milk.

Tyrone didn't know, but even if he escaped with a metastasis, Milk had read the destination of the metastasis and had also metastasized and tracked the crystals.

"Rainbow Earthworm."

A translucent rainbow object stretches from between his hands as Tyrone braces both palms in front of his face.

Milk, for its part, emits countless golden glows from its surroundings. There is a massive spray of something like golden powder, floating in the universe.

From a translucent rainbow mass that stretched somewhat, I wondered if the seven-colored beam had been released in seven directions, and along the way the beam curved and attacked simultaneously from various angles to milk.

But the beam bent down and reflected indiscriminately many times along the way, disappearing after a while.

Tyrone sees something like a golden powder around the milk as having the effect of driving the direction of energy's motion crazy. And apparently it's not a temporary effect.

The golden powder is released with tylon.

"Oops!?

Tyrone I tried to avoid, but against my will, I ran into the golden powder. Without realizing it, the range of effects of the powder had already extended to tyrone.

"Ugh, wow, wow."

I meant to whine about it moving around in a detour - and I'm surprised to get some funny audio out there. Even tongue and lip movements are insane.

(Even breathing and organ movements don't seem crazy)

He was a tylon desperately trying to resist the Resist, but the influence by powder is clearly stronger.

Milk herself rushed in there. From that behavior, milk would not be affected by powder.

"Mimiko Koboyasu"

Tyrone activates the procedure. Even if the spell is inaccurate, if you intend to cast a spell, the effect of the spell will be on you.

A few spirits spread like cloth tangle and envelop the powder drifting around them. The spiritual movement was also insane and unscrupulous, but still had no problem involving powder.

Milk's nails ripped from Tyrone's chest across his abdomen. I was distracted by the effect of powder and the exercise of the technique and couldn't even deal with the attack of milk.

The wound was a substitute enough to reach the gut, but he decides another response is now required than regeneration, and Tyrone tries to metastasize and distance himself.

Shortly after the metastasis, Tyrone peeled off her eyes. This destination is also predicted by the distortion rate of the space, keeping the same distance perfectly, because the milk has been transferred.

The milk jumped again, this time waving my nails at my face.

"Fuggy!"

It was the milk who screamed. in the voice of the cat itself.

Milk's right forefoot had been bitten by Tyrone's mouth. With teeth all sharp and pointy fangs, not human ones.

More immediately thereafter, the stopping milk abdomen was pierced by Tyrone's arm.

Milk emits a distraction wave at close range, and tylone is blown away. But Tyrone didn't let go of his milk leg, he was eating it off as it was.

"Now you're coming."

I chewed up and spit out my forelegs, and then Tyrone laughed furiously when I bled out of my mouth.

Bad fox.

Milk stares at Tyrone as it regenerates injuries to the right forefoot and abdomen. Tyrone's belly wound is already in regeneration as well.

"The Dance of the Black Horse"

Tyrone uses fairly powerful witchcraft in Shizuno style witchcraft, which extensively calls for a large group of Kuroshima and causes them to attack simultaneously with furious momentum.

Milk also knows the technique. But...

"That way."

Milk speaks up. Tyrone was not used against milk. They unleashed their magic on the outside of the subspace.

You can see the outside sight even from inside the subspace, and if the entrance and exit are properly open, you can use the technique against the outside. Tyrone had secretly opened the entrance and exit.

A large crowd of lobbyists struck the raiders in unison.

The cocoon bubbles and expands the whole body at its own discretion, desperately stopping the damage. Tsukishi and Kiriko can't even watch in silence, so they hit the cope.

"Here we go again!

One of those who did the same in previous raids screams. After being reversed with this technique before, there were massive casualties.

The number of blackheads was so high that some of the raiders were confused, but the calm ones took the decision to flee and retreat.

"If you'd used that technique first, you'd have done it."

"This was done before. Wow. But this time, the enemy thought they were going to be strong enough to see what was going on before they decided to do it."

Finally, the power of the technique has been strengthened since the last time, tripling the number of magic. Though I also consume Tyrone for that matter.

"Retreat!

"Who's wearing this technique?

"There!

"Hiding in the subspace was what I was doing! Get in there!

Normally, the raiders of space realize that the entrance and exit of the subspace exist and that they are operating from it, and they arrive.

(Untasty......)

Milk panicked that he was about to be found out who he was.

'Retreat. Scream and retreat when you withdraw'

It manipulates the air and commands it with a voice that only sounds like a viper, a crust and a cocoon.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

"Retreat, roger!

"Ugh!

"Huh? Retreat?

The raiders get upset when they see the struggling vipers, crucibles and cocoons screaming for retreat and heading outside the building.

Milk made the subspace itself disappear. The figure of Tyrone and Milk returns to normal space. The milk ran as fast as possible without being enlightened by the surrounding eyes, and ran straight out of the building.

"Let's retreat!

When the Vipers left and saw Tyrone come out of subspace, Kiriko shouted in tune with the decision to withdraw as well.

They are urged to retreat, and one raider after another retreats outside the building. The herd of blackheads takes some chase, but this one doesn't leave the building.

Kiriko crosses between the pieces and tries to pick up the faint Massago.

"Oops."

But earlier than that, Tyrone held up the Massago and laughed at Kiriko less.

"I'll take this kid from Menko. If you want to save your life, I'll deal with you, okay?

Hearing Tyrone's dialogue, and half relieved that it was Tyrone who captured him, Kiriko looked back silently and ran outside the building.

"This one was advantageous until we were on our way, and it was enough for us to fight."

At the point of exiting the building, while waiting for all his allies to get in the car and escape, the viper, who was ready for pursuit, called out to Kiriko.

(It was an escape at the convenience of milk, but it turned out to be O'Rei. Even if I could have won if I had done it like that, there would have been quite a few victims)

And Viper thinks.

"I have no choice. We had a lot of bad luck."

Kiriko said.

"Mad Scientist Soundwood History Happiness hasn't even come out yet."

"Yeah, when she came out, the damage was spreading further"

Had Historical Pleasure known to be absent, Kiriko's judgment might have changed somewhat.

The blackheads disappeared in unison, revealing the victims and the wounded lying in the lobby.

"You flipped the enemy a little more favorably."

Terrence speaks to Tyrone.

"The number of black skeletons is much higher than the other day, and hey Yada, what a cutie"

Catherine also came and looked at the Massago that Tyrone was holding and put her hands on her cheeks to give her a look.

"Is it over? Thank you very much."

There comes Van Dam and speaks up.

"I don't know what this is. Thank you. There seem to be a lot more rebels than the Lord's endorsers who want to kill you. I'm sure there will be more."

"Mr. Van Dam, at least do nothing more like oil the fire, in the direction of quenching it"

Tyrone in a grumpy mood and Terrence in a harsh tone.

"Right...... I can't afford to sacrifice any more."

Van Damme looked sinister when he saw the remains of enemy allies rolling in the lobby.

"Mm, are you going to converge?

Tyrone saw Van Damme.

"I'm not saying I'm going to giveup. Those who vehemently rebel against what I do also seek ways to meditate their eyes. No, it was a plan I had already completed before I explored it."

"Slap the big mouth first. I'll give you the first improbable proposal. We compromise a little bit later. Or come up with a compromise. Well, it's not the classic way outsiders do it."

"No, I do that way a lot, but that's just the result. I'm serious about getting through the first way I mentioned it. If it doesn't go through, I'm compromising."

He exhales bitterly at Tyrone's words, Van Damme says.

"It's a lot of arrogance. That's why we make enemies."

Massago, who regained consciousness, told him in a chilled voice.

"Right. I am a fool. But that's how I'm made."

Looking down at the Massago in Tyrone's arms, Van Damme ran out of hateful grins.

And there comes Seung-ura with a blue face.

"Leviathan is nearby. Stop all the way... I'm looking at you."

After Katsuura reports, we'll go outside together.

Katsuura was right, Leviathan was clearly visible at sea. Not as close as I'd say, but still as far as the shape of the head can tell. I do look like I'm looking at this one.

"You may have reacted to our feud."

"Is that happening? No, you get it?

Tyrone says, Van Damme shrugs his shoulder.

It was Leviathan, who had been watching this one for a while, but eventually turned that way, swimming south with his head out.