Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

At that time, Flim watched as his own disciples were crushed, keeping his whole body dirty with dirt.

All I could do was watch.

――――

Hydra's series of nine-strikes continued to beat the boy at such high speeds that it was out of reach despite its giant.

I was thrust by him, fell to the ground at a fierce speed, rolling dozens of melts like a ball - finally killing off my inertia and stopping, finally waking myself up groaning in pain, just then.

Flim saw.

A fiercely raised boy shook up his fist, smashing one of Hydra's necks, but the moment he was crushed by the next blow.

My head turned bright white.

I'm sure that stopped it - no, I guess I could confirm it. Pitali, and Hydra stopped moving. He takes his nose tip off the crater he made himself and slowly brings his sickle.

Is he dead, or is he incapable of fighting? Either way, you've decided you're no longer a threat. No longer did Hydra blind herself to the crater that buried the boy, she glanced around with nine pairs of eyes.

At the same time, the boy plays it back so that his crushed neck returns time early.

"-Hull...... t...?

The voice that came out of his throat, as now, was so plundering and weak that he thought it was someone else's.

From the position of the flim it is not possible to see into the crater. The visual information of the "Eagle Eye", which should be shared by the router, was at some point interrupted. In other words, it is the disconnection of that information that means that the boy's "SEAL" has stopped.

"... ugh, sooo..."

I cannot accept the reality in front of me immediately. Somewhere in my head I know. At least it's certain he's unconscious. Worst of all, it's unlikely that it's more than that.

I know exactly what it is.

But I didn't want to believe it.

…………

If you're just losing your mind, you can send a vital check request via the router. Regardless of the interactions of active information, such as those due to the procedure, the replay should be returned as long as the passive circuit of "SEAL" is alive.

But I'm scared.

What if there is no replay? At that time, that means the boy's "SEAL" is completely dysfunctional. It is conceivable that even severe disorders will result in such conditions. But the likelihood of that being the case in this situation was endless zero.

"... ahhh..."

A fine voice leaks out of his throat, and Flim offers his hands trembling into small pieces toward the direction where the crater is pointless. I lost my hips while I was on the spot, and it was like I wasn't going to get up.

If the request doesn't have a replay - then, almost certainly, it turns out the boy is dead.

That will be confirmed.

I'm going to have to accept that.

So Flim couldn't help but check his vitals.

- It's Atashi's fault. Atashi set up an unscrupulous special attack. In that case, you should have pulled it off and seen how it went. I couldn't get into it without thinking about it later, and the raider overloaded the citation for abnormal behavior. As a result, I fell into a desperate predicament - [moving] that child.

I should have known. As much as if I were in danger, that boy would definitely come and help me. I just complained with my eyes about how much you're not supposed to come, about what you're not supposed to ask.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

Regret is about to overflow from the back of my throat. An unstoppable whimper creeps up from the depths of his lungs.

The hand protruding toward the crater, but can only grasp the void. The distance there is too far for me to fall to the ground and not be assisted by combat boots.

When my vision started twitching and blurring, and I could almost overflow my helpless whimper from the back of my throat.

"What are you scared of, Flimoo!! The battle isn't over yet!

Ashley's anger, which kicked him in the head, split his hearing.

"-!?

Surprised and breathtaking. Even though I'm not actually hitting my ear because it's actually the voice that's ringing in my head, the back of my ear was paralyzed with gin.

'Beowulf is still alive! What are you about to give up, not even like you!

"Huh!"

With that one word I couldn't even confirm, I lived in the spirit of Flim. A black jaw that was swirling inside the sternum blew away in an instant.

- Alive. Still, that kid is alive......!

Good, I'm really glad - with the feeling of universality, my senses that I was shriveled and my shriveled temper rapidly recover.

In Amethyst's eyes, a strong light returned.

As the tears that were out pulled in, Flim wiped his eyes together with the sleeves of his jacket, sipping his nose and standing up.

And, of the proud twin tails, I now realize that one on the right is untied. My hair fastening must have chopped a thousand times as I was rolling down the ground. I hadn't noticed anything until now. In other words, you mean the spirit was so hunted down - and I deduce objectively.

- Not even like you, huh...

Phew, and Flim grinned at his mouth.

'... I'm sorry, Ashley. I mean, where were you looking from? Stop it, I can't believe we're all debauched in this mess. Because you're a real peeper. "

'I haven't seen it! But I could largely imagine with the sound coming from the router. Anyway, don't be so methodical. Shake it off, you bracon twintail!

"Bra......"

Not really, unexpectedly. I'm stunned by Ashley's words. Are you worried because it's time for battle, or...

Kyoton, and Flim, who was circling his eyes, noticed the thing, and puff, and erupted.

'- You're gonna tell me. But thanks. Thanks to you, I like it. "

To the thought of it, it's terribly clumsy [inspiring], but it comes courage from Russia. Put Durgasati in both hands and activate the granting formula.

"Ice Brand"

Skylaider at the foot, though, is where the procedure works. As soon as possible, the sound of heavy rain pounding onto the ground from the surface of the pitch-black boot and the white smoke erupted in abundance. It's forcing the overheating skyraider to cool by granting it a refrigeration attribute. Eventually the cooling by the (Ice Brand) will continue even after the heat has subsided, and if you wonder if the frost has fallen on Skylaider's armor, the bright white ice will freeze all over again.

"Huh... Kuh...!

The girl distorts her face and endures its cold. Unlike when granting part of a weapon, Skylaider wears long boots directly to his bare feet. Naturally, the temperature directly affects Flim's own foot.

Flim laughed invincibly and spoke to his partner, even though he was experiencing pain that would draw him to both legs.

"- I'm sorry, Raider, but I'm going to have you work a little more than the limit... okay?

"Certainly"

Flim nods to the flat response as usual.

The cause of the earlier glitch was the overheating caused by a series of Octapur Maximum Charges. Sky Raider safety devices (safeties) detected abnormal overheating operated and all functions were automatically paused.

Conversely, no similar event occurs as long as the fever is managed. This means that if you are in a frozen state with the "Ice Brand" granted, Skylaider can be fully operational until it is close to breaking.

From Ashley over the router, a description of the status quo and instructions fly in.

'Beowulf is sending Nieves to rescue him! You and I will buy him time to recover!

"Ok, I'll take care of it"

Answer forcefully and look at Hydra's nine necks looking down at this one.

Flim is not afraid. He thinks it's a waste of time to shrink himself in fear. So she thinks positively in any predicament.

If your enemies are bigger, you can think of that as easy to do. The bigger the target, the more worthwhile it is to break it.

Therefore, there continues to be an invincible grin in his mouth.

"- Let's go, Satie, Raider!

"ALL LIGHT" "EXACTLY"

There was no longer any hesitation or stray in the eyes of purple crystals brilliant in their warfare.

First, cancel some of the duplicates (protection) that harden the body's savings. I appreciated the boy's willingness to protect this one, but it interferes with the combat manoeuvres he's going to carry out now. Flim's style is as speedy as his.

"- Huh!"

Throw away frostbite on both legs and other outside of consciousness, and suddenly she runs out. It emitted purple traces of light from the soles of Skylaider's shoes and ran up into space to ascend an invisible staircase.

"- Both triple maximum charges!

"" Mommy Maximum Charge ""

As he walks, he orders a charge simultaneously to a silver longscepter and a pitch-black boot. The mechanism (mechanism) driven ham sounds began to roar aloud from inside Durgasati and Skylaider, fed by Photon Blood shining in Flim's true purple.

"Naginata Blade"

Pure purple fluid overflows from the tip of the long wand, forming the blade of the sword as the name suggests. But its immensity is unusual. The body of a weapon called a "sword" was no longer made up of the body of a weapon that received three times the usual charge.

Flim, who snagged a huge blade, ran through the air as a bullet, fleshing into the space where Hydra's head was gathered in a breath.

"SSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA -!!"

Several necks noticed the girl's sudden approaching, pointing her head with an odd voice. He opens his mouth and grabs it.

――

Flim changes direction at a sharp angle there. He modified his path downward as a fork ball and dived into Hydra's pocket in an instant with a meteor greeting.

Dan! and tap the soles of his shoes into the air and step in with all his might.

"Kon-ho, ho, ho!

Pay the naginata blade to the side and kick the Durgasati trigger through "SEAL".

Simultaneously unleashes the power of Photon Blood accumulated by the Silver Long Wand. Purple fluid exploded and blew up as lightning.

The runoff of wild energy is staggering and wild, drawing rough arcs.

A fierce slashing wave severed Hydra's neck as she continued to stand.

Four necks dance through the universe away from the main body.

"SSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAA -!?"

Hydra's remaining neck, severed from her torso by exhaustion, screams all in all. The cross section of the neck that was severed in the Naginata Blade charge attack is guzzling as if it had been turned down by a scarecrow. It's not hard to imagine that if Hydra had a pain engine built in, that feedback would have turned out awesome.

Because of this, it looked as if the entire movement of Hydra had stiffened just for a moment.

Flim, leaning over in a swinging position through Durgasati, exhaled a low voice similar to a faraway lightning bolt. The hair on the right side of the disjointed is covered in the face, and the expression is unknown.

"- I'm not kidding... you think it's going to end to this extent?

There is a glimpse of amethyst-colored light that resembles a fire from the gap of long dark hair shaking in the wind.

"How dare you do whatever you want to the cute apprentice of Atashi..."

As a ghost, Hydra's five necks stare silently at its figure of shaking her body loosely and rearranging her weapon. In fact, he just didn't take any offensive action because his decapitated neck was regenerating, but he also felt frightened against the girl beside him and his hips were pulling.

"Be prepared..."

The lips, laughing like thin three sun moons, spin a similar sound to the grudge of night forks. A newly blown wind turns the curtain on his forehead and dews his hidden face beneath it.

There was a devil who had cast aside the angel's mask.

"You guys, I'm gonna shut you down (shut you down) after it hurts to death......!

It was a somewhat uneven threat complaint against the information embodied SB, not to mention the mechanical floor master, an inorganic object, but such a few things were completely irrelevant to Flim today.

At this time, what she was thinking is summed up in the following three points.

- Crush it thoroughly.

- Disappear with regret that you were born.

- I will never forgive you.

That's it.

From an overwhelmingly small body compared to the opposing enemy, a tremendous rage erupted, reaching the end of every single hair. Long brunettes squirm as if they were alive. It is not a rhetorical expression. The power of her flesh-filled 'reality modifier' is slightly overflowing, causing an unlikely phenomenon.

"- I'm going to hell for you...!

Along with the spectacular proclamation, the purple glow flashed from the pitch-black boots worn on both legs and the attacking audio was read out.

"Jet Drill Crash"

A vengeful ghost with nearly infinite Photon Blood now strips its fangs out.

That's when Ashley decided to cut the trump card she kept.

Beowulf, the biggest force of his own formation, was dropped. It's a lie when it comes to what you didn't assume, but still conceivable, infinitely close to the worst.

Just the luck of being unhappy is that he's not dead yet.

Send a vital request to his "SEAL" via router and it will return a very low number. It is no exaggeration to say that [he is just not dead] rather than dying.

But the light of hope is not out yet.

This is the situation, but I was still able to get my hands on the floor master, Uroboros - no, "Hydra".

Just one more step.

No matter how bad the designers of this Lunatic Babel are, there's not much more to change. If there is more to it, it will no longer be "unreasonable" rather than "difficult" - if you compare it in a game, it will be called "fucking gay."

Given the way things have been, it is not the intention of the designer to be so appreciated.

I mean, as long as we can break through this phase, the victory is now.

Therefore, now is not the time to spare.

"Wake up, knight of the double sword."

Ashley, with a pair of song knives "Sir Baylin," exalted [spinning the Spirit].

"Cry out, you wretched storm, the one who overturns the Holy Grail."

Shake up a large curved pale double sword and connect the patterned heads to each other. The area meshed with the guttural, as it had been designed that way from the beginning.

As a result, all you can do is a single bow trunk.

At the next moment, the parts that were stored inside the double sword by the Ginnungagap protocol appear in space and are subjected to a supershell (cowling). An orange thin ray of light then emerged from the top sword tip and stretched to the bottom cut tip. A string by Ashley's Photon Blood is stretched with a pin.

That's how a bow was completed.

Ashley grips a bow formed of a heavily contradictory pale body in her left hand and imitates holding an arrow in her right hand with nothing.

"A holy spear, gripped in its hand, painted with mistakes and falsehoods."

Then an arrow of light appeared in his hand, which he had set up. Its brilliant and radiant colour is pure white until divine.

"the blade of sorrow wet in the blood and tears of the honorable man"

bind the Spirit of the Word and work it out.

Arrows became huge in sight, and grew to the point of confusion with the spear. Every time it increases in size, its brilliance also grows fiercely stronger.

The tip of this is the giant nine-necked serpent - the heart of Floormaster Hydra. It's the root of every neck, the "eyeball."

Ashley watched as the largest of the core kernels with that area hidden in the body of the hydra - which would have more than one.

Stops Hydra from moving by adding a high-powered attack over there. Warmly deals devastating damage even if it cannot be destroyed.

Here's the trump card for that.

"His name is Longinus"

Ashley's sword of love, Sir Baylin's, does not stop just absorbing, storing, and releasing his surgical powers.

It is a secret, little known among the Knights of Pale Red Flames to which she belongs.

These two swords accumulate and compress a portion of the energy absorbed into an even deeper part of the body during battle, albeit in small amounts. This is not limited to special enemy attacks, but also accumulates when SB is deactivated by direct slashing. So it was a soul-eating sword (Soul Steeler), where the more enemies you defeat, the more excess energy you accumulate.

And that power is unleashed for the first time when the two swords become the shape of a bow - Mode Longinus.

"Sorrow knight, weep, frenzy, and do all that you can."

The force accumulated so far since the last activation condenses into an arrow placed on Ashley's right hand. The brilliance of pure white increased in intensity in acceleration, and eventually even began to wrap up the rainbow prism.

Extreme light.

Concentrated energy creates an austere wind, and red gold hair leaps violently. Normally, I would suffer from the control of the raging forces, but now the trunk doesn't get any bumps, thanks to the full enhancement of eight times the enhancement coefficient. The force to pull the bow was also stronger and lighter than ever before.

This blow will be the biggest one of my entire life - and I had that certainty.

Maud Longinus is a one-shot, concealed ball that releases a build-up of power. Once you let go, you won't be able to shoot next until you charge anew. Therefore, only a limited number of human beings are informed of their existence, even within their peers. It's too powerful not to abuse that power. Because trump cards are worth hiding in hiding and hanging up when you have to.

And now was the time for that.

I'm wearing it now.

all types of energy accumulated to this day. All of it mixes, harmonizes and converges into a single arrow.

Rugged eyes as brilliant as a sword, and Ashley cried out the last spirit of speech.

"A Mourning Strike."

Release.

A great arrow of light emitted from the pale bow penetrates the sky and shone with the momentum of a thunderstorm of disease.

The overwhelming destructive power overflowing from the great arrow, which can also be called a spear of light shining in pure white, also determined the earth on its path and flew as it rolled up the dirt and sand.

In some cases, the speed of action would have been increased by the support technique Rapid, but Hydra's attention was still focused on the flim in the air. For him, it's the same as a lumpy flying feather - but when it comes to attack power alone, there's a poison bee - and when he was making a leap to capture her, "Sir Baylin" Mode Longinus' "Mourning Strike" hit him directly.

Burst.

"-Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The biggest scream ever erupted from Hydra's nine mouths.

It is an arrow that, in the words of the braces of the Corporal (Trooper) dragon, condenses the power of more than a hundred copies and unites them. A shield that completely defended Flim's Lightning Graviton Drill Crash earlier is as powerful as a piece of paper. Whatever the case may be, the Gatekeeper "Aigis" destroyed in the past, but Beowulf defeated "Hercules", but Ashley was confident that he would defeat the armor of Haribote.

In fact, the "Mourning Strike" ruptured the blue-white "membrane" only momentarily, which is what made the balloon say hello. The arrow of light burst into the body part of the "eyeball" without slowing down slightly, causing it to explode without applying any energy.

The dazzling light emitted by the high-output energy flashes, and the rough noises that scorch the atmosphere blast to sky heights.

The air trembles and the earth sounds. An explosion of earthen smoke erupted.

――――

Ashley, who finished releasing the arrow, quickly returns "Sir Baylin" to a double-sword state and moves into a battle posture without alarm. She knew that even if her attack did devastating damage, it would not be fatal.

As a result.

Ashley's unleashed "Mourning Strike" was blowing up more than half of the main body that was like a domed building.

"SSSSSHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA -!?" "SSSSSHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The five necks that have lost their roots also lose their proximity. Every time a giant falls, the ground sounds, and a huge amount of earthen smoke rises.

The remaining four necks stopped chasing the flim in the air and stopped moving. As the routine suggests, resources were allocated to playback capabilities.

"Hey, what is it now?!? I didn't hear you!?

Flim, who was able to afford it thanks to him, has complained as Ashley expected.

'Did you need to tell me?

"Before it happens! What if it hits Atashi!?

Shivering Ashley, Flim's voice bit him with a fierce sword screen. But this too, the girl with the red gold hair gently recieves.

'There can't be that dumb. Either way, I was going to ask you to do a positive thing. It's a matter of later or later. More than that, unfortunately, we can't give out the same offense anymore as we do now. The tiger boy's blow is stopped with that one. Beowulf will be back on the front, me and you.'

"- Ah, too. - Really secretive. What about you? All right. Yikes! I'd rather just smash the crap out of you, you guys! You're the one who needs to feel better, aren't you, Ashley?

Until the other day, Ashley didn't say what the guy who mistakenly thought Beowulf was dead and fell to the bottom of his disappointment would say -. Its relentless words are kept in the chest, but with sighing thoughts,

'You are you and you will be too well......'

Only return. To so many gaps, let alone multiple personalities, I didn't think, but I guess that's all it meant to her that Beowulf, the 'cute disciple', was an important and important person. Honestly, Flim's plundering voice earlier was so weak that he couldn't hear it in silence. She seemed to disappear unexpectedly, and thanks to that, Ashley became a feather that revitalized her in a way I was not used to.

- Bracon Twin Tails, was that too much to say to boulders?

Gently regretting things like that is a corner of my head.

Most of the consciousness is focused on the battle in front of you, and its body is already running on the ground eight times faster than normal.

Hydra's movement stopped after a devastating blow, all hail - not yet, but must further inhibit its regeneration and delay her return to the offensive posture at all. I don't know how much time I need to heal Beowulf.

Now anyway, I want time for even a second.

"GGGGGGGGRRRAAAAAAAAAA!! '' RRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! '" KKKKKKRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYY!!

A newly emerged flock of flying and driving dragons arrives in Ashley rushing to Hydra on the way to regeneration in a semi-destroyed state.

Intensive fire braces.

"-" Aggressive Sanctuary ""

With a bell-ringing voice made of ice, Ashley muttered the activation audio of the procedure. The orange geometry shines on its face and neck surface, and the surgical formula is activated.

In the first battle to come to this space, he was hunted down to the point of death. No, if Beowulf hadn't come to help then, Ashley's soul would have vanished to the other side of nothingness by now. A group of dragons is such a threat.

But now that I'm under the benefit of physical enhancement (physical enhancement), it's not like it was then.

He stuck his right leg on the ground as a sword and braked suddenly. Armored shoes scrape the soil, leaving distorted scars.

"Huh!"

Lift up the wax and breathe one sharp exhale. Rugged eyes saw all of the braces looming from all directions.

Slash away.

The name "Absolute Realm (Lahe Ritter)" is not Dade. The blade, running faster than the sound of the wind cleavage, twists and bends all the dragon braces that strike.

If she is now, she will not have time to attack more than one attack. I can afford to draw the trajectory I want.

A dozen fluctuations collectively changed Ashley's direction of travel - that is, to those with Hydra.

"SSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR -!?"

A bunch of dragon braces hit the main unit on the way to regeneration, causing the wound, which was about to be repaired, to spread wide again. Metal parts dance through the world as rain grains.

"prepared by yourself." Turret. It's too late to regret it now. "

Ashley shudders as she defeats the wave of deadly attacks that descend continuously with Sir Baylin. Earthquake flow to the blade of air on flames, lightning strikes and freezing waves that rush from all directions. The girl moves on as she strikes them into the dragon that sometimes inhibits her way, piercing them into the flying dragon that sometimes casts a shadow over her head, and sometimes knocking them into the immobile Hydra.

Shizuku is a distortion of the walking dimension. Any attack is twisted as soon as it approaches her and distorted in an unintentional direction. Without a slight scratch, the dragon brace appearance was still like a homing laser as it shifted course through the surface of an invisible force field.

While packing the distance from Hydra, Ashley checks the AR timer displayed at the end of the field of view.

Surprisingly, the effect time of the supportive technique still left two minutes. I feel quite a bit of time has passed by my physical senses, but is it the perceptual discrepancy caused by fast combat? In the sense that time is prolonging, but the anxiety doesn't disappear from Ashley's chest.

Do you still think there are two minitos left? Or do you accept that another minit has passed?

Cry or laugh, you have 120 seconds left.

If Beowulf's consciousness doesn't go back like this, and the support ceremony's effectiveness time passes - we're done there. Pushed into a herd of dragons led by Hydra where his abilities have been greatly reduced, he sees the worry of total annihilation.

That's not all. Let's just say that his consciousness has finally returned and he has been able to relinquish the support technique. But if he cannot return to the front at heart, we will not win this battle ourselves.

Ashley herself hasn't confirmed, but if you believe Beowulf's words, there were multiple core kernels in him, even during the Uroboros form. That neck, which was two, has grown to nine. How can I say that the core kernel has not increased as well?

After all, you can't deactivate that monster unless you destroy a total of ten core kernels in the body of the nine necks and the center at about the same time - that's what you should have thought.

With the overwhelming lack of manpower, there is no other place for Beowulf, such as a human being who can do such arts and crafts.

Yes, he's the only hope I have.

- Please, Beowulf... I'm a business belly, but you're the only one who can do me a favor...!

Ashley bites her teeth at her powerlessness as she waves her sword and has no choice but to entrust everything to a boy who is hurt more than anyone else.

- But if you go back, we'll win...!

Ashley even prayed for the boy's recovery, who would be the savior calling for victory, and had to wait in faith for his return.

The crater worn by Hydra's rampage was deep enough to soothe.

"Seriously......!

Nieves, who ran to Beowulf at Ashley's direction, let his liver fall into its too destructive power. Even though we were hitting each other in a row, it's this power just by punching us in the head. If I faced such a monster head-on, I wouldn't have enough lives.

- I mean, he's really alive...!

It is confirmed that the boy's "SEAL" is still moving via the router. Therefore, his life activities in the flesh should still be ongoing.

Only, [not yet], but.

"- Eh...!

Shaking his head off the grotesque imagination, Nieves slides down the slope as he shouts out.

"Whoa, whoa! Me - Beowulf! Are you all right? He's alive, isn't he? Answer me if you're alive! Please!

The crater is large and wide, as can be seen from its depth. The boy, possibly buried in the dirt, was not found at first glance, and Nieves became the feather searching around in the crater.

I finally found him, after all or whatever, near the center of the big hole. Running over to blame for the characteristic dark purple color, there was a boy diving most of his body into the earth with a bow. Slight visibility was to the head and shoulders, with the rest completely buried in the ground.

"Oh, come on!?

He hurries to get his hands under his armpit and pulls up his tiny short body. Even with his face buried on the ground, he would have been able to breathe. The boy's face, lying on his back, was dyed red and black with thianose. It's not just that, it's the deep purple blood flowing out of the wound there, and it's so dirty everywhere.

"Hey are you serious......!? Whoa, whoa!! Alive!? He's alive, isn't he?

Niebeth shakes the boy's body wide out of a burning rush. The black head shook without clatter and force, and the paralysis and sand fell.

"Damn... oh yeah, sure..."

So Niebeth remembered the deposit from Flim and laid the boy on the ground as politely as he could.

"Removal from SEAL storage is a small pistol loaded with a silver cartridge, just like Claussolus or Ohan.

Nothing but a weapon at first glance, but it isn't. This is also a special weapon prototyped by Flim, whose function is to artificially activate the healing formula.

The part that touched the muzzle stuck to the boy's chest, and Niebeth pulled the gun claw. The purple icon appears only for a moment and the procedure is activated. Since the communication port was set up during the interconnection at the router, the healing formula from Nievez acted on the boy's flesh without any problems.

At this time, Niebeth was unaware. The boy was covered in blood, but the wound had already recovered. Therefore, what he did made little sense.

Why, if the wound was already blocked, it was because the boy himself had activated a recovery ceremony on him until he was on the verge of losing consciousness. The processed and activated procedure will continue to run as long as the SEAL is alive, even if the user loses consciousness. The "heel" that the boy had activated duplicatively, fortunately, played that role even after he passed out.

Therefore, Nievez's therapeutic behavior was only slightly irritating to the boy's "SEAL".

But that was enough.

Oh, and the boy's eyelid opened.

"-!?

Nieves peeled his eyes a little because of the abruptness as if the machine had started. Breathtaking, I hold my chest by my hand, which for some reason has become giddy.

- Hey, what...?

It didn't feel like consciousness was awakened and my eyes opened slightly. Moreover, there is no glaring bare gesture against the light you see.

…………

It was an unusual move, as if only the lid had been opened due to some malfunction.

"Oh, hey...?

Nieves, surprised at the boy who kept his eyes open but did not make it slight, tried to wave left and right with his palms in front of his eyes.

But there's no response.

- You see... you don't...?

My eyes opened, but my consciousness hasn't returned yet - that is, when Nieves thought you were falling asleep.

Suddenly, the boy rose unconstitutionally.

"- Whoa!?

Because it was an out-of-the-box action without any foretaste, Niebeth hesitated and leaned back unexpectedly. Put your butt cake on and stick it to the ground.

At the end of such Niebeth's gaze, the brunette boy rose loosely.

It was a somewhat less humane behavior. Like a ghost or something, the boy woke himself up without sound. Don't make gravity feel as if, in a disgustingly smooth motion.

"Oh, hey... Beo, Wolf...?

The boy doesn't respond. Standing up, but silently, he is pointing his unfocused eyes in an unspoilt direction.

- This guy... you move unconscious or cancer...!?

At that moment of enlightenment, an awesome chill ran through Niebeth's spine. I can't forbid you to remain stunned and still stand up.

- What, this guy...!?

The move now seemed as if Nieves was not in sight. No, you don't actually recognize it at all. I can't reach my ears with the voice I call.

Why can't he move?

In the sight of Niebeth, who swallowed the raw spit without my knowledge,

"-... so..."

Boosh, and the boy muttered about something.

"Ah, ah?

Reflectively float your hips and clear your ears.

"... mah... mah..."

Then he repeated the same words. Nieves tilts his body further and turns his left ear toward him.

"... not yet..."

Not yet.

That's what I'm saying.

"Not yet."

An inadvertently clear voice spilled off the boy's lips. Moments, deep purple light converges in its hands. "Let's get something out of SEAL's storage.

"Takable"

The light swells up hugely - I can't quite finish embodying it. A lump of light becomes even more enlarged beyond the boy's height.

After all, what appeared in its hands was a giant single-edged sword to the point of ridicule.

Niebeth doesn't know. That this boy once held a weapon similar to this when he fought Lunatic Babel 200th tier gatekeeper Hercules.

Black Emperor Steel Xuan Maud (Great Broken Knife) - The large weapon of silver that the boy possessed was very similar to the giant knife of pitch black.

Niebeth just has to be stunned. Will there be a single melt just for the grip? It just seems like there are more than two mertres to being full. Too boneless a weapon, like stuck a large human blade to a long stick. I can't tell if [it] should be called a sword or a spear, as if.

A boy with a weapon so huge that even a whale might dismantle it, grunts like a rhetoric.

"Take.Me. Mamoru. Not yet. More. Take.Mamoru. Not yet. More. More. I wanted to. From now on. More. I wanted to. I wanted to. and"

In a flat tone with no emotions whatsoever, repeat one word over and over.

The eye was still not focused and seemed to see some illusion.

"Hey... what are you talking about... you...?

- This guy... he's in this state... he's still [motivated]...!?

A tremendous scare ran across Nievez's body looking up at the boy from his feet.

What is moving this boy now is pure [warfare].

It can be called a fighting instinct.

With all this scratching, even the consciousness is blown away, but still the will to "fight" supports its body.

Niebeth didn't even understand this kind of thing.

Anyway, there's blood everywhere. More than half of the exposed area is wet with deep purple Photon Blood. Its colour also seeps into the battle jacket, inner and bottoms you are wearing.

Apparently, the wound has healed - but still, there must have been considerable severe pain.

Yet.

"and"

Ew. Black eyes moved their gaze in the direction of Hydra as if the featherworm sucked to the moth light. If you're aware of that, you'll hear multiple heavy combat noises coming from there. They don't hear this one, but they only hear the sound of battle.

Now that he's fully recovered, I don't know how much damage this boy has suffered as a result of Hydra's attacks anymore. But I can deduce some from the trail.

The meat must have crushed. Even the bones would have broken. My hands and legs could have been cut a thousand times. It would have damaged the built-in as well, and the nerve called the nerve should have had enough intense pain to run mad.

I healed you with a recovery ceremony, okay? Don't be stupid, Nieves eats his teeth off.

For example, after jumping into a sea of sulphuric acid, is that human being able to move quickly after undergoing a restorative technique?

The answer is no. It is impossible to decide.

The fact that the wound was burnt and burned will not disappear. Pain and suffering are tapped into and carved into its soul.

It should break your heart.

Even if the flesh returns to five-body satisfaction, the surgical ceremony does not heal to the wounded spirit.

Even so.

"... hey... why, hey...?

To a boy smaller than himself, Nieves lagged behind with his buttocks on fear.

The boy, with a huge single-edged sword, now collected a small light on his left hand and took out a single thin bottle. Remove the screwed cap with only one hand cleverly and drink out the purple liquid close to black indefinitely that was stuck inside. Lately I realized that was the Blood Nectar to replenish Photon Blood.

"Tamore. and. Mamoru, I wanted to. Yes, yes, yes. Once again. That's right."

Even though the boy was moving by instinct alone, he was also acting rationally. Where it's jammed, it's pouring all its resources into the act of 'fighting' alone. He sees himself as a single combat machine, repairing, dressing up and fueling.

"Why - you..."

I don't understand - no, I don't want to understand.

Why? Why?

What can we do to burn so purely flames of war?

"Until then..."

Pain and scratches received. And keep an eye out for the hardships that you will continue to bear.

"How can you fight...?

In Niebeth's eyes, the boy was no longer seen as one person, but as one "monster".

I made the inquiry, but I don't expect a response or other fine dust. I don't think the story makes sense to a monster whose raison d 'être is even uncertain.

In fact, the boy showed no reaction whatsoever.

Instead, the boy's "SEAL" began to inspire. In order to warm the engine slowly, the deep purple light depicted in the geometric pattern is repeatedly weakened when strengthened and weakened when strengthened. In doing so, it gradually narrows the interval between brightness and extinction.

Eventually, the brilliant print emitted a fierce light like a fire at once. Only for a moment, a radial glow like an electromagnetic field spreads. It popped to Nievez's skin.

"And." All of us. That's why. Mamoru. Guys. Me. To Hannu. Mr. Rose. Oh, my God. Flim. Guys. I'm home. Everybody. Cover. and "

When you see a deep purple icon, small as a coin on the back of your hand, arms, shoulders, or back, you can play it and disappear. Now that I'm connecting with the router, Nieves knows what the boy is doing.

Cancel one of the physical enhancement support ceremonies on your body and activate one new one at the same time.

Normally, the effect time cannot be extended even if the support technique is multiplied.

But - if it's new [repainted], what happens?

Perhaps no one has ever tried it. I haven't even thought about doing it. Because in common sense, it's an impossible method for the rest of us. If you are a normal human, you will be depleted (igzost) if you use the assistive technique three times. The red coat - even Manad, who is a relatively weak surgeon - was limited to ten times. In the first place, if you want to cancel collectively, where the hell can you do a clever imitation that perfectly separately handles the multiple procedures activated on the SEAL?

In the sight of Niebeth, but the boy did it.

Refresh Absolute Square seamlessly.

The effect time of 1024 times the enhancement factor is again extended to three minitos. It can also be seen from the change in timers shared in "SEAL".

"So. I wanted to. and. Mamoru. I wanted to. And. I want to. I want to. Heh. Heh. Ta-da. Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da, ta-da."

Words that were repeated like bedtime speech gradually began to converge along a constant vector. Repeating random words as I dreamed they would change to focus gradually on the battle in front of me. As for the broken machine, the boy keeps whining 'Takagi' with a quick mouth.

The face of the boy, who was almost faceless, was violently distorted as to whether his fighting instincts were sudden.

Round your back, be forward, and piss off your shoulders, as the beast who has moved into a combat posture does. As Zenmai on the verge of erupting, he turns himself around.

Moment of rotation.

Just before I kicked the ground and exploded the surrounding area of soil, blew up Nieves, who was nearby, and jumped out as a lightning bolt -

Nieves did say he heard him whine like this.

"Corn"

I was so frightened that I felt nauseous, Niebeth later said.