Ip Mountain understood. Inside that creature is Arlaune. Besides, Ip Shan knows.
(Kumi Hangato, Patriarch of the Enjoyment Church of Life... Arlaune of?
Ip Mountain was attacked by this Arlaune when Yahiko was inside. I also heard about being inside Kumi now. I have the same feeling then.
"Pussy!
When the crocodile head monkey body screamed, Ip Mountain fell.
I couldn't use it in Kumi's body, it's the ability to erase friction. Arlaune is a parasitic host that changes the ability of previous hosts to use what is available and unusable, and what is suitable and inappropriate.
"Ugh... this is..."
Ye Shan slips and falls again trying to get up. With unlimited friction to zero, I can't stand up at all. I can't support my body.
"I can't fly... Are you saying that I'm a maggot again?
Ip Mountain groans with a flattering face.
"Bug, bug, bug!
The crocodile-headed monkey body emits an electric shock as it screams at Ip Mountain, where it is no longer able to move.
With electric shock all over his body and its tremendous intense pain and shock, Ip Mountain stiffens his body. My consciousness was flying.
Richter takes his breath when he sees Ip Mountain, which stopped moving and became a perfectly overgrown fish.
(Even though I got hammered for being good at my abilities, I instantly took the leaf mountain so strong. What's a glocky......)
Richter sees a crocodile-headed monkey body that appears and quickly triumphs over Ye Shan.
(Is it absolutely fatal...... But)
Ip Mountain was surrounded by a strange feeling. Funny. Fun. Exciting. A new self can unleash it.
I can see that my senses have already returned to the body that I should have been paralyzed and unable to move. I didn't fully recover. But I can move.
Surrounded by unprecedented exuberance, Ip Mountain sets the stage for cutting through this adversity.
"Do it, don't hit it... the cunt slips his hand... I'm clearly evolving now… No, I'm trying to awaken."
Richter shrugged at Ip Mountain, who spoke with a pleasant voice.
"What, this guy... What's wrong with you?"
Historical pleasure flashes his face when he sees Ye Shan smiling joyfully as he falls.
"It's fun. There's a super promise scene where you get cornered and a new force awakens, isn't there? It's fun and very touching to see that happen to you. I can't believe this is real..."
Even as we speak, something hot and intense rises from the depths of Ye Shan's body, making the spirit of Ye Shan expensive.
The new feeling that boils from inside my body told me what to do next to Ye Shan.
"Quickly..."
When Shi Yuan nearly commanded the crocodile-headed monkey body, Ye Shan, while falling, inverted his body toward the crocodile-headed monkey body, and shot the gun.
A bullet shoots through the back of the crocodile head monkey's leg.
Ip Mountain reaches out his left hand. A wire stretched from under his left hand sleeve and pierced the ceiling. Winding the wire at high speed, the body of Leaf Mountain exits the friction elimination zone.
"I totally forgot, but thanks to the evolution I remembered"
Leaf Mountain says as he leaves the window with his still paralyzed body.
"From maggots to maggots... and now that I've evolved further from maggots... what do you think I've become?
"Gupiu, I don't know. Hey, just..."
"Pagu..."
Historical pleasure in trying to encourage the crocodile head monkey body to attack again, but dialogue stops along the way.
Crocodile-headed monkey body moaning with its shot foot wrapped in white ice producing white smoke, but also connected to the floor and stopped. Seeing the sight, Historical Pleasure peeled off his eyes.
"Now that I've evolved from a... yes! Belzebub the King of the Horse! Yeah! Yeah! Boo!
That's what I scream, Ip Mountain shooting three shots in the window glass with a gun.
"No... that suddenly evolves too much"
Historical pleasure unexpectedly penetrating.
Some rooms in the Grim Penis building have bulletproof glass, but not all windows do.
"Belzebub Keek!"
In a window with a hole, Ip Mountain puts a kick in it and breaks the window glass.
"Belzebub Daryb!"
Leaf Mountain jumps off a broken window without hesitation.
"Dude, what floor are we on here..."
Historically delighted, he heads toward the broken windowsill.
A peek under the window revealed the figure of Ye Shan, who had already moved to the third floor downstairs, using a wire.
"Guppy."
Historical pleasure in attacking with mindfulness, but avoiding the invisible attack, Ye Shan throws and moves more wires to avoid it lightly. Then he circled around the corner of the building and disappeared from the sight of History Pleasure.
"You're from the sky, aren't you? I totally forgot."
It got annoying and Shi Yuan gave up on bearing Ye Shan. If you are after yourself, you will definitely come again, and I think you should aim for that time.
(Was this... an extremely limited exercise of the ability to blow strong winds over the weekend?
Seeing my feet and floor frozen shot with bullets, Arlaune thinks.
"Well, it looks like you can have everything you want with that creepy guy."
Richter, who is falling, and Historical pleasure looking down at the crocodile head monkey body squatting and mocking.
The ice at the foot of the crocodile head monkey broke and dissolved rapidly. I don't know if it's because Leaf Mountain left or if it's a time limit.
"You should go back to the lab."
Historical pleasure says towards the crocodile head monkey body.
"Richter, you went out on your own to punish Ye Shan for this unusual defeat? You're dressed too badly."
"I have no words to give back."
Richter takes a heavy sigh of sigh at the historical pleasure of mouthing his disgust with a slight grin against his face.
"As a punishment for dressing badly, it's a punishment for draining Arlaune."
"Huh?"
Richter, who could not understand History's words for a moment, soon came to understand them with his body. History Pleased put his hand in Richter's chest and literally grabbed and pulled out the parasitic Arlaune Riehydar in his body.
Richter couldn't do anything in the meantime. It's not just the reason I couldn't resist because I was shot and weakened by Ye Shan. Historical pleasure's constant. He was seized by the detached power, resistance, etc., as if it were pointless.
"Duh, what are you going to do!
"What do you mean..."
In Historical Pleasure's right hand, Richter mouths the same dialogue after Riehydar shouted at the werewolf first.
Historical pleasure ignored Riehydar as if he were indifferent, with his empty left hand, covering Richter's face.
"Gruppy. Look. Don't you get it? I mean, you're already used to it, sss."
"Why...?
"Because you're annoyed. I think they insulted Harry. Nah, it's a social devastation all over the world, Barca. If you think you can do something big and you want to do it, will you be saved? Barca, silly, silly, silly."
Richter's face is cursed with his left hand as Historical Pleasure curses.
"Ghaaaa!
Historical pleasure breaking Richter's face in a mess, as if he were going to crumble the tofu with his hands. The eyes, nose, and mouth were so easily destroyed that they lost their prototype.
"If only I could get this guy inside, I'd be fine."
And, looking at Riehydar on his right, Historical Pleasure gave him a distorted grin.
"Father... Mother... Grandma... I'm sorry. I tried, but I couldn't..."
His mouth was heavily torn and his teeth twisted from the ground up, but his tongue was still safe, so Richter ran such a dialogue in German.
"Ah? What are you talking about, this guy? What is this dialogue? Uke. You know, go home with the kids at the moment, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. You want me to be a good boy, even a good boy? Then I'll do it."
Historical pleasure, who also understands German, laughs at the pieces.
"Look, good boy, good job on the town. A reward."
"Gahhhhhhh!"
Now the historic pleasure of chopping your head with your fingertips and scraping off your skull. Richter screams of the disconnected demon.
"Father, Mother... Mother... Chan..."
"Ahem? Are you picking me up right there? Or are you just hallucinating? Well, either way. I'll make sure you get a good look at the sunshine. Enjoy the best and worst waste of your life. Wahahahahahaha."
Looking alternately at Historical Pleasure, who laughs softly, and Richter, who is cramped with blood all over his head by poking him on the floor, Riehydar distorts his mouth with remorse.
"Wow, look at that. Uh, I'm sober. It's fun to kill a righteous vengeful fool. Cuckoo."
I thought I said that, Historical pleasure twists and snaps Arlaune Riehydar's arm.
"Ki Wow!
"What that disgusting scream. Interesting. No, no, no, no."
Suddenly you look grumpy, sighing historical pleasure.
"You guys are masters of mouth, but what you're talking about is a defective creature that can't live without parasitizing into a host. From now on, I'll be the owner. Watch your mouth. Next time you slap me in the mouth, to the extent that I won't kill you, I'll hurt you to the extent that I beg you to kill me, so don't play. Hey, get back to me when you figure it out."
"Wow, okay..."
With a voice of remorse and resentment, Riehydar replies with humiliation.
Now the historic pleasure of twisting the legs of Ljehidar.
"Kiu, no, no, no!
"I'm not talking to you! And he's willing to rebel against his voice! Be polite while I apologize! I don't know what I'm waiting for you to do, but it's just my face and my life is full of crap. Whoa, start over!
"Yes, I understand..."
"Oh, I knew I'd have a good salute. I prefer frank conversations."
Historical pleasure suddenly withdraws the foreword. When he wonders if he needs to be with such a dangerous mood player in the future, Riehydar can't help but resent his fate.
"I want you to help Richter... You're still alive, aren't you?
Seeing Richter falling down, Riehydar begs.
"Gruppy, you got it. Richter would have let you live on purpose. It's a bug breath though."
Glimpsing Richter, Historical Pleasure grinned.
"Why did you see Richter so... what did he do to you?
"Existence itself was an insult to Harry. Well, I don't know what to tell you."
Historical pleasure answers Riehydar, who hits the question in a bitter tone, with a carefree face.
"Ha... Harry's suicide concert, I should have forced him to stop, now I regret it... it's not even like me..."
Every time I remember Harry, Historical Pleasure savors a sense of bottomless loss. This feeling was the first historical pleasure I had ever had against anyone, but it was the first time I knew about Harry's death.