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On the moonlighted meadow, Reaper descended fluttering.

With a giant sickle about the length of his body in his hand.

But she's not at the end of the men's gaze. Just open your mouth and gaze at the sight of one of your companions' necks dancing and becoming light in the universe.

Well, it doesn't mean you're going back to the battlefield, and suddenly it's tougher talking about dealing with this one. But Reapers don't consider the convenience of men like that. Just in order from the guy with the big gap, just prune his life.

Whoa, from the side I thought. Look, can I keep my dumb face exposed like that, Santa Claus man? The Sickle of Reaper is on your way.

Such was my wish vain, and the man in the Santa Claus costume was torn with a pack of sickles from his navel to his throat, launching the red and black effect into the sky again. As a result, from the time the man's neck flew to this point, it took 1,5 seconds. The men finally figured out what was going on when they made one light and the other heavy.

"Ohhhh!? Oh, my God!

"Ricky!?

What the hell happened?

"Huh?

At the end of the gaze of four heavily disturbed men was a very cute reaper who weaved a black cloth wrapped around his whole body and wore a generous face. The faces of the men are so convulsed that they can see in the distance by that alien figure that it sways as if it melts into the night.

Still, I was finally able to capture the appearance of Reaper in its eyes. Now finally, the men's counterattack begins. Advantageous on the number yet, even though it was ambushed. I would be able to think so even in this mess.

But if I respond to that idea, the answer is NO. It's the dead that lure the dead to appear. Because the moment you see them, their fate is determined.

- I guess so. My sweet cutie, Reaper.

"Heb!?

The Sickle of Divine Speed is wielded again by the neck muscle of a Santa man who had already been taken 30% of his HP in his first blow. This is by Rugged Arts "Sickle Flash". Handling a large sickle with a small rugged body that is as long as its own length makes the men's eyes peel. But because HP hadn't shredded yet, the man's neck just had red lines drawn and red effects scattered, and he never danced in the universe.

This is due to the relationship between the endurance value of the body and HP.

Something called endurance values exist in the hands and feet apart from HP, apparently. If you pinpoint an attack that exceeds its endurance value, there will be a defect in the extremity called site destruction, apparently.

But its endurance value does not exist where it is essential for battle, such as the neck or torso, and it will only be possible to cut or blow up HP when it is sharpened?

Now, the guy today still has his neck connected and only a little HP left. Well, a little bit, maybe soon...

"Higgie!?

From the side of his mind, Rugge reflected the shaken sickle at a speed that seemed to hit the wall, jumping the man's neck with a blade to return.

That's Arts "Anti-Blade". It's a move that suddenly reflects a sword, stick, etc. in the opposite direction. That was a pretty popular piece of art when you used it to feel like a master of swords or something. Well, I haven't seen many people do that with a sickle.

But now there's four of us. Well, how do the men get out?

"Hey, keep your distance!

The other three react quickly to the voice of the blackening suit man. Well, I know what it's like to want to do that to the emergence of enemies you don't know what to do, and I can understand that you don't want to have a melee fight with someone who wields that stuff, but still... you're bad. To the ruggedness of the night, such a distance does not make sense. Instead, four people have come to an unreachable position of cover for each other because they have left. Then it's going to be rugged and one-on-one.

"... the art of separation"

The reaper, who grumbled about putting his two fingers up, created three bodies around himself for three minutes.

"Ko, what is this!?

"This guy's a ninja!

Correct. I accidentally respond to the men over the scope.

Yes, the rugged profession is ninja. It is also referred to as a senior or rare profession, a profession that masters light physical appearances and many of the magical innate techniques of flirting with opponents.

But Rugge's most fearsome is not the characteristic due to his profession. The men will think about it after this.

"When you're separated... intercept!

"Ooh!"

The rest of the men respond positively to the suit men. The technique of separation looks powerful at first sight, but movement outside the body is mechanical and simple. It doesn't purely quadruple your power. Increasing the level of surgery will also make the movement more diverse, but you can still not expect to move beyond the original. I guess the men know that too. On that face, a different margin is emerging than just now.

Well, people call that - alarming.

"Full moon slaughter!

Cute cute Reaper's body rips in two from the top of his head with the slaughter unleashed by a lightly dressed armored man. This is bad for your heart, even though you know it's a split body.

"Twin Shots!

A black-suited man unleashes a pair of pistols with a sharp eye. Hmm, two shots in the steeple and four in the torso in the meantime... sort of.

"Flying Swallow Legs!

What is a charming look, on the back, when a sharp continuous turning kick was released by the T-shirt shortbread man, the body of the cute reaper imitating the rugged scratched out like a palatine flame.

"Chakram Shoot! - Sword Again"

A roundabout hand-backed sword chakram pops out of the nostalgia of a plain rugged cloak man in no motion. Hmm, I can't imitate that one. Did you cover the portions of your body that had been lost due to lack of power with a serial slaughter in close proximity? But don't let all kinds of weapons come out of the inside of your cape. What kind of a profession is that? Same ninja as Rugge...... no, clown or assassin?

Well, whatever. More than that, they're all brilliant inside. minutes Though his body, he showed four enemies annihilated almost instantly. You're pretty much up there among the players we've been working on. Looks like I haven't been able to grasp the whereabouts of Rugged's main body.

"What do you mean... it's all, like, a minute of your body"

The spare look that has finally emerged lurks quickly. Well, you can't talk about that either. Because once again they lost sight of the reaper who thought they could finally capture the reality.

"… shadow thread"

And when the Reapers reappear, their lives are reaped.

'-!?

A pitch-black thread that melts in at night is sewn around their necks, on their limbs.

He who suddenly suffers from searching for his lost freedom, he who calms down and tries to analyse the situation when the damage itself is small, he who strips his eyeballs off and moves with a gyro anyway, he who realizes the identity of the thread and tries to cleave it with a dagger. They show a variety of reactions, but none of them make sense to that reaction.

Because - they're all just bait for Ruji.

"... helmet splitting"

Reapers slowly descend from the glowing dark night of the moon. Whoever sees it will unintentionally associate fluffy phonetic sounds. If you see it, though.

Shortly afterwards, a massive sickle puckles open the shoulder mouth - just above the heart - of a lightly dressed armored man.

"Uh-oh!?

I don't know what it is, stop it already, help me. That's what it said on the man's face. But unfortunately, that face did not reach Reaper.

"... roasted balls"

Reaper screws a sharp knife into a wound formed on his shoulder. And when I immediately took the backstep, the placing souvenir embedded in his shoulder was beautiful, it blossomed a beautiful blast flame into the dark night.

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Men who raise their pity for their companions who have already traveled to the real world amid the roar of breaking their eardrums. But I'm not so pessimistic. You will soon follow.

"... three more"

I can't imagine a poor, adorable voice leaking from her alien appearance. But there was already no shard left in the spirit of the men to pay attention to the matter.

"Damn, whoa, whoa! Reload [Magnum Ammo], Rainbret!

Murder bullets are ejected continuously like rain from a suit man who holds two pistols. No matter how disturbing it is, it's Arts there. The shooting is accurate and draws iron precisely to the face of the young man to whom the Reaper is subjected.

But that, too,

"Su, slipped through!?

The man's illusion, as he did, was due to the avoidance arts, "Xu". In that flowing motion, the man does not see Ruggett as aiming, but allows him to approach.

"- Hih."

A sickle mowing the life of a suit man pulls the silver flash into darkness. but just a few moments away, another flash breaks in between, slightly connecting a man's life.

"It's not Bibbin '! I'll handle the melee with him."

Between the sickle and the suit man was the rugged cape man. I didn't expect to stop the rugged blow with a dagger that's only as long as my forearm...... don't do it.

"He's probably the same assassin (Assassin) or ninja as me. Then I'll fight better. - Ru!

Saying so, the man twists his body away from the sickle and puts a sharp kick in the face of the young man. I desperately suppress the emotions that I want to twist and kill a man, and keep targeting the men so that rugged backward cover can be blown at any time.

Yukiko...... haven't you?

"Now -"

The cape man pursuing the blowing rugged opened wide after sneaking his arms into his nostrils, releasing a dozen knives.

"Rugged!"

A fierce blade approaching my beloved daughter. Besides, my instincts scream out. Yukiko, I...

"... Influencing Mage"

A shadow with an entity separated from rugged receives all the ferocious blades approaching the body, still approaching the man. the speed facing each other exceeds the speed of a man's reaction,

"Become - no!?

Called the Shadow Mage. When it runs through, it pulls a silver flash on the man's neck and releases a red effect.

Yeah, I knew it. Rugi said it would be fine. But you don't have a choice. Wouldn't it be easier to look at the blade approaching my daughter and calm down?

... Who am I making excuses to? More than that, I have to burn my daughter's activity in my eyes. Whoa, here's the chase by the main body, the blasting hand back sword? Farewell, cape man. You've got the wrong guy to stand up to. [M]

Then shortly, some light appeared in my scope, and the battlefield regained its serenity.