"It's pointless to just take it. It's after a lot of weapons have already been distributed."
He was a vivian who looked as if his weapon had been hidden somewhere, but of course he wanted to get it back.
"Yes, everyone in the gallery. I don't know if I'm going to die from a stray bullet. If you want to die thinking that you're all right, you can just stand still, but it's a good idea to lie down on the ground. The best thing is to get out of here."
Shaking said so, shook the gun and pointed it at some of the immigrants. Some immigrants coddled with buttocks, and some fled honestly, but many remained intact.
"Everybody, get away from here. It's dangerous here. Leave me alone if you don't want to die with me."
Vivian quietly said that many more immigrants were leaving, but there were still some unannounced immigrants.
"Thanks to you, we have gained strength. It inspired me. Well, thanks to you, I'm going to die soon...."
"You failed the surgery."
Understand the meaning of Vivian's words, and his eyes turn to pity.
"Yes, so I will complete the revolution before this life runs out!
When you scream, Vivian begins to transform.
(I'm glad you didn't fail the surgery twice... Suzawa is about to be killed once, and somehow, he is the owner of strong luck.)
Machida was murmuring with a voice that could only be heard by her.
"The revolution. It just ends with an immigrant uprising, and whatever you think, you'll be suppressed. And there's a lot of dead people out there for you guys who've gone mad."
Vivian stares at the calm voice of the conversion into a bird-like phantom.
"Still no! The fact that we raised our fists is key! This heat is transmitted not only to the immigrants who did not get up this time, but also to other immigration caves!
The remaining immigrants were touched by the vivians shouting softly.
"That's a noble thing. Oh, of course this is ironic. I mean, why don't we march more peacefully?
He threw a dialog that looked like he was going to water the Vivians.
"Those idiots do it all the time. Self-satisfaction like club activity. And nothing has changed. Cold eyes from the surroundings. What are you gonna do with such a meaningless, pathetic play? This isn't a game. This is serious."
"You're making a fool out of it. It's better not to let people die."
I threw up for ten nights in a tight tone.
"Hmm, activities that do not involve violence do not reach society. Killing the people who trampled on us, that's what it is. karma."
"I often say that you're killing the same immigrants... I don't choose the means to do it. I feel nauseous about the way I do it."
Ten nights into the dialogue, members of the Revolutionary Immigration Army who knew the circumstances were wounded, and the immigrants who brought their feet here today, who knew nothing, were upset.
"I don't want to be told by someone who's a kid and put his foot in the back street. Now... you can talk around here, right? Or did you want to convince him? I don't care about you anymore... get lost!
Three retrofitted immigrants stood in front of Vivian shouting.
A man who fires an invisible bullet from his finger and a man who keeps spitting on a small disc from his mouth strike first.
"Miso Meteo"
Soon countless miso balls were floating above the Vivians, and in response to the whining of the horns, they fell all at once to the four.
It has little killing power, but it hurts slightly because of the coagulated miso balls. Inflicts more flicker on the opponent than damage. And...
"Miso Golem"
After the poured miso gathers in one place, it becomes uplifted and human. I can clearly see that it is increasing in volume.
Six Miso Golems appeared just near them, so the immigrants were a little overwhelmed.
Miso Golem is attacking at once. The two of them were particularly rushed to get a Ranged Attack.
Without missing the gap between the two in a hurry, the shaker shot the gun through the throat of the man who shot an invisible bullet through his finger.
"Oops!
Vivian, who was furious about his companion being killed in front of him, waved his claws at high speed and shook Golem's body. I think I destroyed the Miso body lightly, and the damaged part quickly sticks together and gets back to normal.
The man who kept spitting on the small disc from his mouth desperately stopped Miso Golem and was alert to the shock of shooting the gun, but ten nights approached there.
Mejiro Drop Kick!
Ten nights scream and leap with the rescue run.
(Aim for a high-impact drop kick. Make the foam clean when jumping up or landing)
Ten nights of playing tricks reminded me of true words and stroked experiences. Ten nights of regular combat training at the Yukioka Institute. I occasionally received melee combat training from the real world, but most of it was spent on pro wrestling and pro wrestling imitation training. From the ten nights I've been a pro wrestler since before I met True, it's a fun time.
"Hmm... why... there's so much difference between mice modified at the same Yukioka lab..."
The last person left - an immigrant mouse other than Vivian - moans.
"I'm a pretty dangerous modified mouse. There must be a difference in combat experience."
"I've been remodeled twice, and I've gained a lot of power with my own mouth."
"I haven't done anything cowardly like remodeling. See what you can do."
Ten nights was not particularly proud of her, she said indifferently, and only the shaking was her chest stretched and her face was open.
"We can't be in trouble with these guys. Stop it somehow. I move the gathered people."
"Wow... okay."
He was a Vivian who gave a terrible order not to think of stopping three people alone, but the last immigrant mouse responded by pushing fear and killing them.
"You think I'm gonna let you?
In front of the Vivian who tried to escape from the back door, the scythe that had moved in the subspace tunnel stopped and shook it.
"You guys are packed here."
"That's... not true... Cover it! Push it through!
With a cold glance, Vivian, who burned the flames of the fighting spirit, stepped in at the same time, hitting each other with a killer of a different nature.
The scythe is shaken. Half of the blade disappears.
I think only the blade will fly again, and Vivian avoids it at a large distance.
Shortly after the evasion, the shaker shot at the gun.
"Gu...."
A bullet penetrated the upper left arm. Vivian loses his posture and distorts his face in pain.
"Stop it properly...."
"I'm alone."
To the weakly protesting Vivian, immigrant mice said in combination with ten nights. This immigrant mouse is a simple, physically fortified melee type of combat, and the simple power and speed alone did not pull the trigger in ten nights.
"It's a pathetic crowd to have a leader of your type pretending to be reckless and embarrassing. This pathetic group is almost over."
"Shut up!
It was not a tone of cursing, but a pitiful tone of mouth, yet it greased the fire of Vivian wrath.
Vivian approached the jaw and repeatedly waved his hook claws, but the jaw was easily avoided. The attack speed is not alarming, but all attacks are large and the timing is easy to read. Amateur roundup.
A strange thing happened when he tried to counterattack.
"Gh...!?
Your chest, stomach, and back of your head are all aching and moaning, Vivian. The sense of equilibrium is lost and the vision is dimmed.
"Guru... gii..."
A sideways fallen Vivian holds his throat and blows a lot of bubbles out of his beak. In addition, your whole body is trembling little by little.
He was on a tour trying to stab him to death. In any case, this is no longer combat.
"Surrender. Your leader is like this."
Looking at the remaining immigrant mouse, the mouse prompts him. Ten nights and shaking read the air to stop the attack.
"Okay...."
Immigrant mice kneel down and lift their hands slightly. Seeing the sight, Vivian bit his teeth.