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

'It really, really helped that you made a stupid mistake, Beowulf. Hey, it was tough. I honestly couldn't wait because I've been thinking so much about misunderstandings. It's already funny and funny - how much I wanted to rattle you until you got here. But because I had to put up with anything until I made you whole naked alike. I did my best.... Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Did you finally figure it out? How could I almost keep grinning so long ago - for that reason?'

Laughing at Nitanita, Romnick speaks with a strange voice as he examines his body. I'm checking to see if my hands and feet move properly.

'It was a slip, all of it. The voice of your heart. I don't know what you're thinking right now, what you're going to do - it was all a prospect to me.'

Ha ha, and Romnick cleverly laughed at the sound that echoed his head, not his flesh voice.

"It was a masterpiece, what's your mistake? Future forecasts? No, I spared you. If I had that much power, I would still be intact. To your extent, I wouldn't have been cornered so far. Yes." I can't believe you're paralyzed by SEAL and can't use your technique properly. "

……

As if to prove his own words, Romnick said something he couldn't possibly know.

'I told you, I know everything. The number of charge breaks ammunition that was the outline of your request, the fact that that odd stick is a stun grenade, the orbit and timing of the attack, everything. Anyway, you told me everything yourself. With drooling thoughts. "

A wave of mockery seemed to pour into the direct prefix. Romnick turns his eyes to see even the bugs drowning in the water. His right hand laid loose some white spears stained with my blood.

'Well, it's more of a force [understandable what you're thinking] than [reading your mind] to be precise. The artifact in me... "Empathy."

I'm not uncomfortable with the way you put up your weapon. The pain in the wounds left on the limbs still seemed to be at a level that could be ignored.

'Yeah, the pain is still there, though. Come on, you still seem a little suspicious, so let me prove my power again'

Replying to the voice of my heart,

"Even as I stand silently like this, the audience just gets bored - hey!

Romnick kicked the floor and jumped out. A former pure white figure, already completely tainted with each other's blood, approaches instantly.

"Huh!"

I flew forward quickly. [M] Rotate forward on the floor grabbing the middle knife pattern that is falling there. After a spin, get up quickly and intercept Romnick.

Bo, and a thrust through the atmosphere was released. Play it with the left median knife, get off track, get the right knife...

"Yes, reverse from bottom left"

As the telepathic voice said briefly, the spear was pulled back brilliantly and slapped on my right arm as a whip.

"Ugh!?

Fortunately, it was the patterned part, not the tip of the ear, but my arm was paralyzed by the impact of the blow and I removed the knife. If you want to take the left median knife...

"Right, you're horizontal."

Even then, the spear was pulled back into his chest and dealt with. The silver blade, which was supposed to draw the trajectory of a horizontal letter, is bounced straight up.

"Kicking from that impossible posture? It's impotent. '

His fingertips on his belly - the moment he thought about it, there were signs of laughter that made him look like a fool.

At the same time, they stepped on as many feet as they wanted to raise.

――

One leg was sealed in my hands, and I was completely dead. There,

"Yes, a penetration into the heart"

Impact piercing the center of the chest, as proclaimed. But that wasn't by the spear, it was Romnick's elbow punch.

"Ha-ha-ha!?"

Without joking, I stop breathing, and I blow backwards - but I fall so that I can be tapped to the floor with the momentum intact because I'm being stomped on.

"If this was a spear, he'd be dead, Beowulf."

In a light tone, Hiya, Romnick jumped out. He's going to gently open the distance and wait for me to get up.

What do you say? How does it feel to be beaten without the skill to exchange?

I picked up the weapon I dropped while waking up a body paralyzed by shock. He turns a sadistic eye on me when I get up weak. But the Moss green eyes distorted in a grumpy way.

'... at all, you've been a really persistent, wasted, bad scratcher. I can emulate in myself the thoughts and feelings of someone I've had direct contact with before. But on the contrary, I don't know anything other than what's in them.... My liver is honestly cold from the electric shock earlier and the attack calling the abandoned sword.'

The moment I heard the words, everything matched me.

- That means...

'Yeah, that's right. You didn't know the electric shock that was planted in the last stun grenade. That's why I didn't know either. And if you're a sword strike yourself, you know the orbit, the speed, the aim, but I don't know just how the sword moves that fly from an unpredictable angle to you either. Totally... it's just a coincidence, but I didn't know you had a double way of attacking my "empathy" blind spot. My heart was unexpected. Though I'm glad I've been prepared to keep in mind, I almost lost before the crap at stake. Is that it, do you usually work that hard? Whatever you think, "you will give up when SEAL is paralyzed. Think common sense.'

The sighing Romnick turns the tip of the spear toward him and punctures him at any moment. Again, engrave a terrible grin on your mouth,

"Come on, you already figured it out. This is the last recommendation, Beowulf. If you don't want to die, crawl unnecessarily and beg for your life. If I'm in a good mood, maybe it'll help, right?

"... who... Huh!

To the arrogant Romnic attitude, blood rises on his head reflexively. At the same time, however, the calm part of his head was trying to grasp the status quo at a high speed.

- My expectations were off. The power of his artifact was not a futuristic vision, it was like telepathy or reading. Besides, it's called "empathy," it's called his mouthfeel, and apparently it's not a chatty thing called "I can hear my heart."

The doubts I had during the battle dissolve one after the other.

'I can emulate in myself the thoughts and feelings of the other person I've had direct contact with even once' - Romnick said. In other words, the ability to "virtualize" the other person inside the self? So he can trace not only the other person's thoughts, but even his knowledge and senses -.

Sure, I'm convinced. His previous moves only make sense through that explanation.

The ability to respond perfectly to attacks from blind spots, the fact that my eyes were closed and my ears blocked when I first threw the stick at them, and the fact that I was able to avoid my attacks at a time when there was no more, despite crushing my sight and hearing, all depended on the power of the artifact of empathy.

Anyway, his senses aren't just his own. [My five senses] were also shared. After all, blind spots were not blind spots, and neither flash nor roar made sense.

While I was there, I couldn't help but mistake it for "predicting the future." What I'm doing and what I'm after were all leaks. [M] For Romnick, the future must have been the same as it sees it.

Therefore, my charge break went off harmoniously. Anything that could have been hit directly was just a coincidence.

I mean, the more conscious you are, the less you can get at him and hit him. So I can't perceive the unconscious product, or myself - yes, like the electromagnetic flash pronunciation bullet I just had - unless it's an attack, I can't strike him by surprise.

- Does that mean I have to fight without thinking...? No, that's impossible. You want me to be a Immortal...!

I glanced back at him with my teeth, and Romnick,

"Really, do you still refuse? No, I hate losing when you say you've run out of measures already. No, but I don't hate it, like that. But..."

Hmm, and laughed with his nose,

"- I won't allow any counterattack from here. I will take you unilaterally. No matter how much, you just have to put up with it as much as you like. But... when your heart breaks, at best cry and rub your forehead there, right? Whatever -"

Romnick whispered inadvertently in a voice painted with sadistic inferiority.

"- No longer." Down is done. No, you're completely [outdone] by me. "

Kuku, shake your body for fun.

Like he said, I shot up the charge break, ran out of sticks for restraint, and cut the trump card, and I was naked. It would be like twisting a baby's hand for him to slap me with a simple difference in geometry.

But.

Still...!

"... as if...!

Nature and lips were moving, spinning words. The heat that runs through your body is still slightly cold.

"Yes? Did you say anything?

Romnick turns his right ear deliberately. In contrast, I inspired myself but raised my voice aloud.

"- I'm not giving up! I gave up. It's like! I should have said it first! I don't know if you're the Artifact Holder, but it's none of my business! Whatever power you have, I will surely defeat you! - I win!

Burning the flames, I stare at Romnick as much as I can. I stabbed a fiery gaze into his ridiculous face.

"No matter how many times they say it, it's no use! I would never beg for my life! I don't care about the power of the artifact, your strength, the reaction of the audience! I'm the one who wins! Even if they try to kill me - only you who made fun of my people will never forgive me!!

I cried out for pneumonia with passion, and I set up a weapon with both hands.

From his mouth - no, it could have been a desperate fact brought from the telepath by the power of the artifact.

But it's a different story about desperate circumstances and whether I'm desperate or not.

I am not desperate. [M] I will never give up. Don't give up hope. Just look forward without leaning down.

I don't even think about fine dust when I lose. It's just like when we fought Hercules, Siglos and Midgals Olm.

We're gonna win - that's it!

"It's strong. I don't know what pushes you that far, but... yes, that's why the moment of breaking is so extraordinary again...? Yeah, yeah, fine. Please entertain me at best......?

I breathe with enough willingness to swoop from my whole body to a long, tongue-in-cheek Romnick.

"I will never forgive anyone for insulting my people! That's..."

Send a command to Skywalker and order him to run at full speed. Battle boots let the light shine from the purple line and let me, depending.

I have something important. I have something to protect.

So I'll never lose. [M]

"- That's my [flush]!

Run.

■

If I realized it, the battle had turned into a terribly monotonous one.

The boy attacks, Romnick bounces back - that repetition.

Romnick eventually distorts his lips to the insistence of the boy's creepy.

For slapping a big mouth, I don't see any ingenuity in the boy's behavior.

When he rushes into the swelling, the force of the artifact "empathy" makes a visible attack, and when he is at the counter, he blows up and rolls unnecessarily over the floor. And when he stood up, and reassembled his weapon, he would strike again.

How many times have we repeated the same offense?

But.

Even if he chooses his shoulders, his thighs, and his flank with a spear tip.

Even if he punches me in the head, in the arm, or in the stomach with a stone.

Even if he punches his leg, hips, and neck off with an analogy pattern.

The boy is bound to get up and come face to face again.

Hilarious. All the way.

The more disgusting, the more straight.

…………

"Damn -!?"

Now he also kicked the boy's face with the soles of his armored shoes as he stuck his weapon in both hands. I knew I was going to maneuver in 3D with those combat boots and try to get around behind this one. That's why I timed him and just slapped him in the back spinning kick.

The boy, who ate the counter by a hard sole, fell back with a nosebleed. I thought I'd keep the momentum gobbling around, bouncing like a springy toy, and once again I'd stumble into it.

It was bloody all over my face, no, my body. Every time a boy moves around, deep purple blood splashes from his limbs. Full of creativity, that's not an exaggeration. Yet.

"... ugh!

My eyes are not dead.

Those black eyes shimmer like starving beasts, capturing Romnick and never letting go.

The light that dwelt there had no fine dust, such as a renunciation, and from a Romnick's point of view, the boy still seemed to believe in his victory.

As I said earlier, I'm seriously going to beat Romnick.

…………

It's ridiculous - a man thinks so from the depths of his heart.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid, helpless fool.

In this situation, what do you think we can find a winning chance?

I don't care what you think. It is impossible to decide.

The artifact "empathy (Ashmilate)" that dwells in Romnick's body, as its name suggests, has the power to be "in tune" with others.

Listening to and delivering the voice of the mind is still a prelude, as can be done by routers and switches that connect "SEALs."

If you care about it, it will make you uncomfortable with your current mood, your heart wound, what words you seek, and what things you say - it will make it possible to grasp every thing in the spirit of others.

The same was true of them who carried me at the beginning of things - the "Beowulf Style Victims' Party". They had a burden, and at the same time they were craving salvation. Romnick, with the artifact of empathy, knew that the gap between their hearts was in their hands.

It was therefore terribly easy to control their minds.

Mentally stranded human consciousness is something that falls into narrow horizons and becomes blind. If you put the portrait of your choice in a narrower field of view than such a dive mask, you will first delight in assuming that it is definitely your own self-portrait.

It was a phantom that Romnick showed the guys at The Victims' Party, the Avengers.

Your misfortune is not your own fault. Behind that misfortune exists a true mastermind, and all responsibility rests with that person. So you're not wrong about anything, and on the contrary, you have a legitimate right to retaliate against the mastermind - Romnick blew such a thing into the ears of the 'Victim's Party' members with politeness like decorating a wedding cake.

The funnier the better.

Always convinced this guy without any doubt. He said that he was responsible for mimicking Beowulf Style and the person who was killed or injured, but someone else just told him, 'You're not wrong,' and he accepted it lightly.

Humans are creatures who cannot stand the perception that they are evil. Therefore, when they are affirmed by others, they flee to you immediately. I wasn't wrong, I was right.

In the depths of my heart, knowing that I am wrong.

Yes, "sympathetic romnics can tell. The members of the Victims' Party are also aware of their own irrationality somewhere in their heads. But I can't look directly at it. Because if you look straight at it, it all comes down to you as your fault. So turn away.

In fact, even when I had my first contact with Beowulf, there were several occasions when their conscience woke up. They say it back with honesty, or they are scared by overwhelming force.

But each time, Romnick put in a correction. It was with the power of the artifact that they explored the words in their hearts that they wanted them to say most now, and told them so. Hatred and anger, which were nearly shriveled by doing so, burned like oiled. No matter how much Beowulf, Sword Lady Villey tried to change the heart of The Victims' Party, the members continued to pierce inconsistent claims using it as a chase wind, just because Romnick muttered their preferred claims.

That's not all. The power of empathy is not one-sided, but can be received, of course, by transmission. In other words, Romnick's emotions and feelings can also be sent to members of the Victims' Party. Romnick used that power to constantly stir up their anger and discomfort. The bad news is Beowulf, all the blame lies with the guy who fashioned something called Beowulf Style, and we're just plain victimized -.

Everything went well. It was somewhat unexpected, but it can still be said that it was generally brought into the assumed development. Because Beowulf eventually rode the provocation and accepted the offer of a duel. Besides, swallow up to a rule that unilaterally favors this one: 'Supportive Art Ban'.

Of course, I also used the power of the artifact. With the power of empathy, he explored Beowulf's inverse scales and caressed them carelessly. Nothing pushes rational judgment away more than the emotion of anger. There is nothing more beyond reason than the sentiment of hatred.

The boy lost me to anger, threw away his normal judgment, and took Romnick's hand with emotion.

His defeat was decided from that moment on.

That's why...

"Ahhhhhhh!

Where does such power come from? Still, the boy leaps up with a roar. Shake the silver blade in your hands with all your strength all over your wounded body.

But the voice of his heart was heard all over Romnick.

"Right Feint," "Left Feint," "Both More Right Feints with Feint," "Run Out of Sight From There and Turn Behind You"

- I mean, it's all feint, and you're destined behind it.

Right but left is the opponent's subjectivity, so from the relative romnics, you have to invert and think about each. I mean, from a Romnick's point of view, first the left feint, then the right feint, then the mention of a further left feint from there, let the combat boot maneuverability say something and take the back - I can see that's what Beowulf is trying to do.

It's not just the other person's thoughts that the artifact teaches us. "The power of empathy also evokes' empathy '. For example, the slaughter trajectory that Beowulf is about to unleash appears in Romnick's eyes as a' line of light '. The rays are each coloured, and if they are faint, they appear to be water coloured, green if it is not a problem to hit them, and red if it is fatal.

Also, emotions have a strong smell. Something like hostility and harmfulness smells like I could. If the smell gets tough, that's proof that the enemy is approaching.

In addition, the gaze weighs in. The gaze of anger and hatred is still pointy, so you can instantly see where they're after.

And Romnick can [just ride] the other person's five senses if he wants to.

With this information, you have nothing to fear, even if it is an ambush from a blind spot.

So Romnick did nothing to Beowulf, who came to the front, and let him turn behind as he wished.

The boy honestly plays a continuous feint and disappears from Romnick's sight as a result of the disease.

'Turn further to the front and poke at the significance because you will be defended even if you turn behind. But they're gonna be reading that, so I'm gonna go around further behind my back. Anyway, increase your speed and put in an attack where it's so fast that you can't deal with it even if you read your mind'

I received a serious thought like such an idiot.

Romnick fishes up the edge of his lips, jeez, and exhales.

- [Also]? No one and he just thinks similar things...

Sure, the only other thing that's troublesome is that speed anyway. My body is small and agile, and I might have handled it quite a bit if I had been myself before I held the artifact.

But it's not like I can't stop seeing it. I can handle as much as I want.

By and large, it's a bad idea.

This is the job I took on, so I used my "empathy" telepathic abilities to seed Beowulf, but this isn't actually the first time. I have tried several times before to reveal the power of the artifact to play. No matter, no one believed in it.

But I guess I'm somewhat concerned when my dueling opponent tells me 'I can read your mind'. The person who told him about the power of the artifact, without exception, tried to control his thoughts. Naturally, such a blade could not have worked, and thus they arrive at the following conclusion:

'Even if we know it's coming, we can't evade or defend it' -.

Like Beowulf today, for example, he who stirs at speed, saturates this reading ability, and tries to poke through the gap.

Beat him in a straight straight line - that's all he fills his brain with and sticks in.

He who storms with his eyes closed so that nothing can be seen.

He who throws all the weapons in his hand in order not to let him read the orbit of the attack.

There are a number of other patterns, but in the end, none of them can only be described as stale.

- I can't possibly have assumed that you guys would come up with something impromptu...

From Romnick's point of view, I just have to laugh.

But of course, they are right to say that their thoughts are right. Something called an attack that can't be helped even if you know it's coming, it does exist.

For example, Beowulf, who used the assistive technique to become "Absolute Square", is exactly that.

Enhancement coefficient for all body abilities, more than a thousand times. By then, there is no longer a difference in dimensions between thought and action. Perhaps Romnick is being done at the same time Beowulf thought 'do it'.

In this sense, Beowulf was a horrible opponent, even if there were rules for banning supportive techniques. Anyway, if he cares about it, there's not a single Romnick. Breaking the rules has its due reward, but when Beowulf is prepared to accept it and decides to make sure he kills Romnick - definitely in an instant. "The alias of Thunder God is not Dade. The moment he gets serious, at a lightning-like rate, Romnick's body will be stabbed and pierced by a sword.

That's why I took all the time to prepare. In order not to be killed by a single blow, he granted "substitute protection" to his spare equipment, while at the same time providing plenty of "healing protection". Even if Beowulf gets serious, to get a respite just to get away with it.

But why don't you open the lid? As far as the voices of the mind are concerned, Beowulf now says that "SEAL" is paralyzed and supportive. Instead, neither attack nor sword ceremonies can be used and not even his favorite weapon can be removed from storage.

I just thought it was Tianwei. Now it's not even possible in case. There was no way to beat Beowulf by no skin, and the winner of this duel did not exist other than Romnick.

Yes, as previous duels have been.

――――

Remembering the duels of the past, Romnick secretly chuckled.

If you know what they're thinking, even what they're going to try to do, you can flip them easily, such as a slight difference in strength. Whether the opponent is a top explorer, it doesn't make sense unless its power is sufficient. There is no reason to lose if you can fight a great army with an oligarchy and not let your enemies wield their full power and show their true power.

Both that and this were the gifts of training that had accumulated as every day since before obtaining the artifact.

The Romnick before the artifact "Empathy" was a discreet middle-sized explorer.

If you say polarity, talent says things in this world. In that sense, Romnick was a man underprivileged by talent.

But still, I didn't fail to train myself. I have polished and brushed my spear arms down the tunnel, faithfully following my teacher's teachings and sometimes spitting blood reflexes. Even if it doesn't reach Explorer, who is called Genius - yes, like that "sword lady" - they should be able to be [brilliant] after them. Believe me.

Eventually, at the end of an unrelenting workout, Romnick got a masterclass spear judgment. It didn't rely on talent, it was a definite force gained earlier that stuck the theory of battle.

Sharpened technology sometimes outweighs great power as well. No matter how powerful the dueling opponent was, the difference in overall rating rank was easily overcome by the power of the artifact "empathy" and even the technique stained in this hand.

It was painful. Those who leaned on their talents and were called first-rate explorers were beaten down in front of Romnick without any exchange.

Prior to the intentions of the strong, he blocks and defeats himself with spear moves - how comforting of that victory.

Down top - woohoo, would there be anything else that sounds so great?

Yes, I must have trained and polished myself so far, for one thing, to get this sense of augmentation. It frustrates the overwhelming stronger than you, and makes you crawl to the ground - because you've never had more chest tightness.

"- It doesn't make sense to be proud of your speed."

I can already see the track (course) that Beowulf is trying to run with the power of empathy. Romnick poked a spear in there and inhibited his progression.

"- Huh!?

That's all Beowulf jumped up like a surprised cat. Kick in the space of nothing and run up. Rapid change of course caused the speed to gut.

Romnick nods his tongue.

Anyway, today's duel is the same as always. Till the other person's heart breaks, make him beg for his life, or hurt him until he falls down miserably. Shatter the opponent's pride and yield - that was Romnick's painted muscle (scenario).

"Look, I'm out of shape."

Beowulf's dwarf, who braked impossible during 3D manoeuvre, aimed at the moment when he floated defenselessly into space. Run through the eartips that are already stained with the boy's deep purple blood and protrude to his left flank.

"Guh!?

The protective features of the combat jacket he was wearing resisted slightly, but he was responsive to piercing it and choosing meat. Photon Blood, the boy, erupts from the wound and descends on Romnick like rain.

To avoid deepening the wound, Beowulf spun himself away from the tip of his ear. but the posture control also sweetens and falls from a higher position than Romnic's head to the floor as it is. Becha, and left a very large blood stain on the stamp, and rolled to the side with a gobble.

"Where did the momentum you cut earlier go?

I just launched a chase.

Running over, sleeping Beowulf puts his spear down.

"Ku......!

The boy, who noticed Romnick's movements, raised his own rolling rotation and fled. A spear pierces the position where Beowulf was until just a moment ago, making a hard noise. As Romnick was, Gatin, Gatin, and the eartip of the spear chased after the boy's body as he bit the hard floor.

"Look, if you don't run fast, you're gonna stab me, right? Or you're so cool right now, aren't you ashamed?

Don't forget to mock and provoke as you do something like a cat with a dying rat.

Not yet. Not enough yet. I need Beowulf to scratch more feet. I'm a little angry that you're still going to win, but that's it. We need him to fight ugly, squeeze out the power of the whole body without a drop, and lose that citation.

All you need for this is anger emotions.

The same was true when I got this duel, but anger and hatred are the emotions that reveal people's ugly nature. Whoever is ruled by true passion shall no longer be made equal to the beast.

But while it increases ferocity, the mind in that state also becomes terribly defenseless. I'm gonna do everything I can to make you vulnerable to shocks.

Angry from the bottom of my heart, still no match - when I guess so, the warrior's heart makes a noise and snaps and breaks. The sound can only be heard by romnics with the power of empathy.

There are many pleasant sounds in the ears, but the heartbreaking sounds of people were also extraordinary.

Because when that sweet sound sounds, it's time for complete victory.

――――

I'll loosen my hands moderately and let Beowulf get away with it, waiting for the moment. Confirming that some distance was available, the boy awoke brilliantly and stood up holding his flank with his left hand.

"... hah... hah... hah..."

Repeatedly breathing rough, he distorts his face in pain and looks at this one with black eyes. Now that I've been wounded again, I don't know how determined I am to win.

I still don't care that you think you can still win in this situation, but on the contrary, it can also be described as the best condition. Because the greater the discrepancy (gap), the greater the damage.

How beautiful the hell do you make me hear the crushing noise when this boy gives up his battle? Just imagining that, a tremor ran down Romnick's spine.

- So let's just say it's time to light a fire on your ass?

With a chuckle, Romnick sent the boy a reading.

'By the way, Beowulf, didn't you think this was what you heard me say? This artifact called empathy, but it's not a big force in the cracking of artifacts.

When asked so, the boy did not reply silently. However, there is no point in romnics that can read the mind, such as superficial reactions. Thinking is honest. As long as people are awake, they can't help but think of something. Even in battle, it is even worse.

"It's a question of intent," "If you can really read my mind, you don't even have to ask," "Sure, it's no big deal compared to Mr. Rose's or Mr. Villey's artifacts," "It would be advantageous in a people-to-person match, but that's all," "I'm sure it won't do you any good with an SB or a gatekeeper opponent," "Well, so this guy's just a duel," "No, he's not. Don't get confused. Not if you're in his truck. That's not what I should be thinking right now."

When you throw one word, ripples spread across the water of your mind. The thought of a boy who almost automatically floats and can play and disappear, like a bubble coming up from the bottom of the water. Not to indulge in every one of them, but it is the whole flow that Romnick sees.

'Right, it does make little sense for an SB opponent. It is an unsuitable force for exploration because it does not have physical power like any other artifact. But...'

"Shut up," "Can you hear me," "I'm gonna cut that mouth off."

Beowulf ran out with his weapon in the middle of the conversation.

- I'm talking with thoughts, so I'm not moving my mouth around anything.

I dare not point it out, but intercept a boy who will serve as a hungry wolf.

"Left," "Top Right," "Bottom Left," "Top," "Rotate," "Poke," "Pinch," "Cut," "Step In," "Kick," and "Make It Look Like You Step On Your Feet"

If you can't get through, this time it's a straight attack. Though I can't help it because I'm a kid, it's too simple and Romnick laughs.

In Beowulf's physical abilities, which are not enhanced by assistive techniques, it is not necessary to bring together excellence in technology. We don't do everything we can to detect an attack, we just have to bounce it back.

So I will.

"Damn!? Grr, ha!? Ugh!?

As I avoided the black and purple combat boots trying to step on this one, I punched the boy in the side of the head with a spear stone poke and, conversely, caught his foot and did it. Interestingly enough, I took a shot at the nail tip of an armored shoe to the abdomen, where I fell lightly. I'll kick your ass like a ball.

"-... Guuuuuuu...!

Apparently, by chance, it hit the left flank earlier. The boy stuffs like a dying potato bug as he rolls on the floor in the severe pain of running through his whole body.

'People's stories are about listening to the end, Beowulf. Or do you want me to make sure you can't move and then let me hear it?

The only thing that hasn't let go of my sword after all this pain is the heavenly sunshine with my enemies. Romnick goes on to the boy who tries to get up healthy as he trembles like a pull and a born deer.

"I repeat, my empathy is the most powerful and weakest artifact that shines greatly only in interpersonal battles. But that power doesn't just read the other person's psyche. '

So once I cut the word, I see Beowulf reacting.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all like this," "Think, think, think, how do you get behind him," "The strongest in an interpersonal match? So I can win if I'm an SB? '' No, there's no point in that assumption. I'm as I am" "Just now with Bechaku. What does this guy have to say?"

To the thought almost as expected, Romnick narrowed his eyes and scratched up his forehead with his free hand. My grey-brown curly hair tangles over the gloves, and the blue-blue scab (scab), which was so dry and stiff, makes a crisp noise and crumbles off.

'As I said earlier, in principle, only the person in direct contact with whom my artifact acts. But if we touch each other once and make a pass, the degree of tuning will deepen after each passing hour. Besides, the closer the physical distance, the more accelerating'

Waving to remove the scab shards on the gloves, Romnick tells.

"What happens if you get more in tune? That's right - [you'll even be able to read their memories] '

"- Huh!?

All this time there was a clear reaction. And the boy peeled his eyes, and swallowed his breath.

"It's a lie," "No way," "That's impossible," "Don't have it," "I don't want you to have it," "Shit," "Not good," "What am I gonna do," "I don't like it."

Disturbing thoughts are transmitted directly. For the first time in a palpable panic, Romnick felt humid satisfaction.

'I'm not lying. It'll be time to read your memories too, so why don't we give it a try?

"- Eh...!

Beowulf stares at this one and bites his teeth remorsefully.

People have memories that they don't want to be peeked at. Sealed in the depths of my heart, hard memory. Or mental trauma (trauma), like not even conscious in person. I don't want anyone touching me, important memories.

Romnick artifacts can reveal and cover them naked. As if I were just going to read library data.

Romnick inspired his SEAL. The blue brilliance runs through the entire body, drawing a geometric pattern. The raised face of the glow crest was delightfully distorted, and the man of the "Artifact Holder" activated his own operative ceremony.

"Recollection Pipe"

If you're just caricaturally picking up the other person's thoughts, you're just activating the power of the artifact. However, in order to be oriented and dive deeply into the reading ability, it is necessary to tie and narrow the direction by means of a surgical procedure. For this reason, Romnick had brought in a programmer he knew to develop the original surgical formula. Naturally, the payment is zero. blackmailed with the power of the artifact.

――

Beowulf glanced at the start-up audio spun from Romnick's lips. Eat your teeth off with a look like you've decided to stand the pain.

The spirit of Romnick and Beowulf is connected by the power of the artifact "empathy", based on logic different from that of switches and routers.

Therefore, resistance is pointless. Romnick's Photon Blood reached for the boy's "SEAL" through its route and port.

Touch.

The "SEAL" of Beowulf, which should be slightly pale and paralyzed, lit a blue light.

…………

The first reading of memory ended in just a few moments.

"- Heh, I see. That's how you and Princess Xiaolong got to know each other."

It just lightly cleared my memory, but that's how impressive it is for the owner.

In it, there was a mix of decisive keywords that would probably be this.

"That's nice, Beowulf. This is such a great Boy Meets Girl. No," brave Beowulf. "Why don't we stop calling him by his innocent name? Hey -"

Swinging the blade down on the livestock to be slaughtered - in that mood, Romnick put [its name] on his tongue.

"-Rat?"

■

――

The moment the word got in my ear, my spine froze cold and an incredibly huge chill struck me.

It wasn't disgusting.

I felt so nauseous that my eyes turned.

In one day's "Volkling Circus Case," I got more intense vomiting than I did when I saw a body scattered on my SB.

Physiological disgust may also kill people if it is extreme.

So much so that I thought so.

It was like I never thought of it. I can't believe someone but Hannu just said [its called] and it sounds so grotesque.

My skin gets poppy. Goosebumps don't heal. Ant walking sensation sprayed through my head to the ends of my limbs and so much frustration that I was going to freak out.

Stained bright white in front of me.

"... here...!

Wordless. I don't know what I want to say myself. So I can't help the words.

This was neither anger nor sadness. Neither of them, and it was a huge [something] more than either of them.

"It's adorable, [Lato]. It's a short, easy name to call. And [Hanu]. No, this one is simple and wonderful. It's really cute."

My guts were burning up so badly that I could burn them. It turned bright red in front of me. I seriously think I can blow fire out of my mouth now. The red-hot ribs broke through his chest and it was as if he were still going to pop out.

A wiggly, dirty, nasty voice mouths an important name once again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh If you looked like that, [Hanu] would hate you, wouldn't you? Heh heh."

It wasn't in that dimension, like trampling on the soles of shoes or letting them paint on manure.

Worse, harder, more dull - it was ravaging.

I can no longer only see his light, thin face.

All I can hear is his tall, oddly rough voice.

Anything else had been completely severed and ejected outside the senses.

There was only passion for him in the field of consciousness. Even now being in the middle of a duel, it was evaporating from my head.

Don't.

Shut up.

Don't defile the name.

That's not a good name for you to say.

Now I know.

That time - the day Hannu and I first met.

The moment Niebeth, who was a newcomer to "NPK," uttered the name "Lato," there was an exasperated feeling of Hannu.

This is how I felt.

Such unpleasant thoughts may be the first time in my life.

Romnick trampled our sanctuary on earth.

The fresh snow that was so beautifully loaded there, with no one's footprints, was inexorably tainted.

Hannu is the only one who can call me Rato.

I'm the only one who can call that kid Hannu.

Take that.

He is.

- I won't allow it.

I finally realized who the fierce emotions in my body were that were neither angry nor sad.

- I will never forgive you...!

This is hatred.

A dark, drooling, rough beastly urge. Another heart was born in his abdomen, as if he was beating hard.

I can't contain it. I can't contain it.

I'm not even going to suppress it.

I was sweet. Let's make him regret it. What the hell was he saying?

This can't be enough to make you regret it. It can't be done. There's no way it's done.

Such raw warmth cannot be tolerated.

This man must have a more worthy end than regret.

Yes, it's not something lighter to regret - something worse, miserable, miserable.

I can't put it in words well, but - yes, if I do it more [somehow], I'm sure my mind won't heal.

So I'm going to beat you to hell.

With this hand.

Always.

――――

Romnick's lips still move. In an extended sense of time, the movement can be seen crumbling. When I found out that his mouth had taken the form of an 'ah', I was instinctively moved to kick the floor.

It was full force.

■

"Lato" and "Hannu".

As soon as I searched my memory, I knew that these two abbreviations were more valuable to Beowulf than gems.

It therefore seemed the perfect keyword to evoke his anger.

No - it was too optimal.

A special name used only between the two of them - as soon as I put this out, the boy's blood phase literally changed.

- Oh, no, you got that face.

It was rather so impressive. When Beowulf stared at Romnick with a different face than before, he popped out as if he had been played silently.

Explosive acceleration.

Probably the best speed of the day. Beowulf, with all the blood on his head, came in as a lightning bolt, but foolishly honest. It also doesn't take advantage of 3D manoeuvres at corners, straight, straight from the top.

- I see it. I see it.

No matter how fast the boy maneuvers, it's not a level he can't follow with his eyes. Besides, the line of light stretching from all over his body tells us exactly what the voice of the heart that reaches his ear is about to do.

"Right," "Left."

One Two by two long, short swords in both hands. It's getting too complicated of a rush of passion. It is exactly what we aim for. To this extent, it is possible to squeeze without difficulty.

Wind cutting noise. Double fire.

――

Giggin! and Romnick was slightly surprised when the metal sounds rang. Faster than I thought. And it's also very powerful.

The latter is not particularly surprising if one thinks that the limiter of muscle strength has been lifted by the height of emotion. But I twist my head when my sword flashes are up.

- Speaking of which, you didn't see the 'out' of the slaughter.

Thanks to the artifact "empathy", we were able to defend it without any problems because we knew what orbit the white blade was approaching, but we could not see the moment when the actual attack came out. Until now, there has been an easy-to-understand foreplay, like a phone punch.

"Right," "Left."

Beowulf unleashed a sword strike from left to right with no punishment. A streak of force, visible orbits, but sharp.

The boy can't yell. It is so fierce that there is no longer a voice. When I was a hungry wolf, I waved my sword indifferently with my expression.

"Right," "Left," "Right," "Left."

Slashing speed gradually increases. Monotonic repetition, but that's so rotationally efficient and easy to ride waves.

"Right," "Left," "Right," "Left."

Romnick bounced back a torrent-like streak as he killed his power backstep and was thoroughly defensive. He's attacking us with all his might without thinking about it. It is visible that your health runs out early. Sooner or later, the boy's defeat is confirmed when he loses even the power to move his hands and feet. At that moment his heart will be stained with despair.

"Right," "Left," "Right," "Left."

But Romnick also began to burn his hands on the boulder with a sword flash that added even more sharpness, weight and speed.

-? What if...

Notice. From Beowulf's attack motion, waste is gradually being eliminated. The attack, which was a big one, was small and compact. Each blow weighs more as if it had an iron core in its arm. The gap between slashing and slashing was getting a little less, and I was even starting to feel the illusion that I was receiving the circulating water flow.

Leave it to anger to make it look rampant, and in fact, the boy was sharpening that fighting technique more than ever before.

'Right', 'Left', 'Right', 'Left', 'Right', 'Left'

Still going up. Sharper, heavier, faster. Eventually, the sword flashes began to fully concatenate and the interrupting eyes disappeared. The shock echoes heavily on the spear that takes the sword, on the arm that supports it.

The sword wound that pierced Romnick's entire body earlier was not completely healed. The wound was blocked somehow, but the subcutaneous damage is still there. Therefore, every time I defended Beowulf's attack, there was a slight pain running. That gradually rises to a level that cannot be ignored.

"- Isn't it going well enough, Beowulf? Did you dislike being called so [Lato]?

"- Huh!!

Speaking using the power of the artifact further increased the pressure of slashing. Hard to comprehend Romnick at all. Where the hell does this power come from? It wasn't surprising.

'But it's no use, no use. I told you, all your attacks are [visible]. I can't even scratch my hair enough for how much longer I've had such a monotonous attack.'

"Right," "Left," "If You Want To Think So," "Right," "Left," "On Your Own," "Right," "Left," "Think So."

Mixed with the thought of the attack, Beowulf replied with the voice of his heart. No, I guess it's more of a half-consciously floated thought than a reply. The boy continues to wave his sword at my samurai.

"Right," "Left," "If you want to read my mind," "Right," "Read as much as you like," "Left," "I'll show you as much," "Right," "Left," "Right," "Except," "Left," "If you can follow me," "Right," "Left,"

Romnick laughed with his nose as he played the whole series of attacks that were unleashed as a tornado.

- What are you doing here, this kid? You now equals, so to speak, a candle on the verge of burning out. Even though in the dawn when the power has been exhausted, there is only two choices: begging miserably or dying unnecessarily.

"Oh no, I didn't know you could be chronic in this situation anymore... at all, the only thing that matters is your heart, you are"

"But now it's going to be a trinket."

It was the moment I told you both in my flesh and in my thoughts.

"Mi right", "Left"

――

For a moment, a ray representing Beowulf's thought and sword orbit blew - I felt it. Romnick blinks unexpectedly and reconfirms.

There is no problem. As usual.

But.

"Right Gift", "Hi-Left"

――

Now both left and right braced. Now it was time to look at it wrong. The voice of the boy's heart and the orbit of the sword aimed at this one are only a few, but I did see a double [shaking].

In front of a stunned Romnick, the incredible phenomenon took place in a series.

"Mi Right," "Left Rim," "Right Rim," "Hi-Left," "Mi Right Rim," "Hi-Left Rim,"

Neon sign on the verge of expiration Greetings, faint water color, green that can be bounced with protective equipment, red rays that can be fatally struck, double or triple split and blink.

……

What the hell is this? What's going on? Impossible. Thoughts are an unmistakable revelation of mind. It's an unhidden will to peel.

"Mimi Right," "Himi Left Ri," "Mimi Right Ri," "Hihi Left Ri," "Mimi Right Ri," "Hihi Left Ri,"

Yet why is this guy's thought and slaughter trajectory so messy and unstable -!?

A series of shots that also increase in intensity. The Romnick spear that recieves it, however, blunts with agitation, being punched in with the full force of a powerless boy. I was taking it and playing it at the optimal angle and force, but I'm starting to trick it.

"Ku......!

Calm down. Chill your head. It's not surprising. Even if the rays showing the orbit of thought and sword flashes are somewhat blurred, they are essentially the same as just now. I know what they're thinking. So I can preface. Hasn't the situation changed anything? Therefore, there is no need to rush anywhere.

Yes, it was the moment I tried to tell myself.

"Mi," "Gi," "Hi," "Taru."

"- Huh!?

- Wait, wait, wait, wait!?

Now, by the time it's deadly, [something's gone awry]. Obviously, Beowulf's thoughts were severed, and [four] rays appeared to the left and right of his vision.

- Oh, that's impossible, that's impossible!?

Romnick glances at the impact of being hit in the head with an invisible hammer. For the man who came so far to ask for the power of the artifact, this inexplicable phenomenon was a major incident shaking his roots.

- Such an idiot, there is a mistake in the power of the artifact etc......!?

to the confusing Romnick. But Beowulf's series of furious attacks (rushes) do not stop.

"- Whoa, whoa!?

Beowulf's swinging white blade was hastily seen with the naked eye because the prediction by light could not be hit. As before, take the diagonally swinging torso with a spear pattern - but remove the optimal timing. It was supposed to take it like a cushion and kill the power, but it hit me straight from the front and I could play a strong shock.

"Gu... ugh...!

Severe pain runs on Romnick's limbs. It sounded like a wound that hadn't healed. To avoid this, he said he was prefetching the sword's trajectory, angle and timing.

Unexpectedly, a deep purple light entered the edge of his vision.

"Nah......!?

If anything, it was Beowulf's face.

Slightly - only slightly, there's a shiny print on the boy's face. The light is still weak to call it radiance, and if you don't look carefully, you're likely to mistake it for a blood vessel under your skin. But.

Photon Blood's light blinks as he roars. Whether the "SEAL", which should be paralyzed, is about to come back to life, the glow of the deep purple repeatedly brightened. It also dyed loudly in front of me, accompanied by colorful rays that showed Beowulf's attack, in Romnick's sight.

- No way, he said he was recovering at this time...!?

Surprise after surprise. My throat gasps for disturbed breathing. Something unexpected had happened too long to keep up, and Romnick's leeway had completely polished off.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I can roar. I put all my strength into my body and [earnestly] took the boy's slaughter. Metal sound. Impact. I forgot too much of the rush and excitement or even the severe pain running on my hands and feet.

Not good. Not good. Not good. As it is, Beowulf's "SEAL" is revived. If that happens, the attack ceremony or swordsmanship ceremony - no, I might even use the support ceremony now that I'm upside down. When that happens, it's the end of the roll.

Fierce anxiety burns the inside of the ribs. Romnick rounded up his spare attitude and came up with a desperate shape.

"This - kid!

I bounced off the impending white blade with all my strength. The weapon leaves Beowulf's left hand and blows in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

- Now we can still make it. We have to kill this guy before his SEAL recovers completely. This is no longer the case if you are trying to make me beg for my life. If I were to be bound by that, I would die. If you win a duel only by the rules, it means nothing to lose your life.

"Always - get on with it. Bye!

To Beowulf, who had only one small knife on his right hand, Romnick rolled out clueless hand poking. But.

Galin, with the rubbing noise - [poking].

Beowulf added his left hand to the peak of the knife and deflected the spear trajectory by placing a blade on the pattern.

"Are you an idiot?" "How many times do you think I've seen that poke?" "Don't lick it." "It was you who was on track."

Like a Morse signal, the thought of a boy flashing the geometry of "SEAL" pierces the Romnic chest directly.

My eyes met at close range unexpectedly.

――――

Black eyes with very sharp glances at the tip of the sword - behind them, the deep purple light sparkled as fast as a thunder.

"You're on too well," "Bella in your own hands," "That's the deadly fight," "It's the biggest failure," "I'm done."

Beowulf's left arm stretched unconstitutionally to eagle Romnick's forehead.

I should have seen it. I should have known.

Yet [inevitable].

He pulls his head on every frontal hair, plus Beowulf's eyes close in front of him. The boy's face approached the tip of his eyes and nose.

"Think."

Bees were scattered with purple blue sparks behind pitch-black eyes. It's not a metaphor. It was found that the "SEAL" was about to excite the eyeballs as well as igniting the engine as if shiny marks were running on the skin of the face.

"From here - [I'll outdo you]"

Head poke.

Beowulf grabbing Romnick's forehead has slammed him in the forehead as he is.

"Damn -!?"

Pah, and I can play it white in front of me. I feel an enormous amount of heat on the head of my nose. There was an unpleasant sound of bone crunching. My nose may have been crushed.

"- Eh!"

Anger can be played at the core of Romnick's head. No more gear to heal wounds. I'm sure you'll get a lot of nosebleeds. I get shot like that by "Air Lens" from "Broadcaster". What a disgrace, what a humiliation.

When my eyesight returned, but Beowulf's appearance was scratching out of sight. Footsteps behind me, I noticed that and looked back as I pressed my nose, there was a boy there picking up a weapon I had dropped on the floor.

Holding it in both hands is the smallest knife of any size I've ever brought two waves. I guess I put more emphasis on speed than anything else. It was those two things that Beowulf chose to do, even though he said there were big ones right around the corner and about medium ones rolling as well.

"Come on, let's go," "Read as much as you want about my heart," "I'll show you everything," "Whatever you want," "Massive," "Huge," "Unhuggable," "Uncomprehensible," "Fast," "All the best," "I'll slap you," "Eat you."

"Me."

"Ku"

"of"

"Shi"

"Ko."

"Ugh."

"Do"

……

Several thoughts poured in almost simultaneously. It's not fast. It's fast enough for me to think it's a multiple personality. The boy is simultaneously progressing through a number of thoughts in parallel processing, making the voice of his mind [dare] be heard by Romnick.

Beowulf stepped out. Black and purple combat boots sparkled, shooting the boy's small body like a bullet.

I'm going in.

"Right," "Left."

The first thing I heard was legitimate thinking. And two red rays running from both hands - a slaughter that will definitely finish this one's breath.

Almost reflexively Romnick put up a spear and took the form of a defense. But it was a bad hand. Instead of consolidating our defense, we should have struck out.

"Top" and "Bottom"

Before Beowulf unleashed the attack, there was even more light. Besides, color is deadly red. But more surprisingly, due to the occurrence of those two lines, the left and right lines that were visible earlier [did not turn water color].

- None of them are faint, so...!?

On the contrary,

'Bottom Right', 'Bottom Left', 'Top Right', 'Top Left'

There was an increase. Four new rays of light are created and sucked into the Romnic forehead, throat, heart and dovetail.

And all the colors are still red. Beowulf is willing to unleash all eight slaughters aimed at the steeple. Seriously from the bottom of my heart.

- Stupid, impossible, there's no way I can do that...!

Romnick desperately denies it, but the power of the artifact that dwells in him is working properly. "Empathy" did read Beowulf's thoughts, and it gave him such a stinking odor that he had thought in his ears, rays in his sight, and a twinge in his nose.

- Which one is it? Which is the line of destiny!?

Until today, Romnick, who has relied on artifacts to cut through all the duels, wolfed without them. If you think calmly, there is an overwhelming difference in strength, so if you look calmly, you should have easily seen out Beowulf's attacks and so on. But now he didn't even realize that.

- There's no way I can kill you eight times at a time! Any two of them are destined, otherwise they should definitely be feint! Tell me! Come on! Which one of you is seriously trying to get out!?

Romnick was confined only to the sympathy given by the artifact. Even if all eight of them look red now, I really have to throw away the remaining six when I actually slash them. At that moment, the line of the feint will necessarily turn to water color, or it should disappear -.

As a result, half of that prediction had hit.

"Ahhhh!

Just before Beowulf fleshed out and flashed his double sword, the rays other than the two of his destiny did disappear. But...

"Kick," "Knee," "Hit," "Head Poke."

At the same time, new ideas and red rays emerged.

Confused by the speed of the switch too much. The replacement of the old and new lines was too fast, and I wondered if time had flown.

"Uh-oh!?

Romnick's defense was a crude and good place. In the end, it wasn't a sympathy, it was just a hit, pushing out the spear, and taking two flashing swords. Naturally, the angle received is sweet and the hard impact runs to the extremities. The pain I should have forgotten resuscitated and struck down Romnick's nerves once and for all.

"Grr...... ooh!

It was a riot from there. Metal sounds are struck continuously.

"Haaahhhhhhhhh!!

"I'm kidding. Awwwwwww!!

"Right," "Bottom Left," "Top Right," "Left," "Bottom Right," "Top Left," "Bottom," "Top," "Kick," "Step On Your Feet," "Turn Back Kick," "Turn Back"

In an instant Beowulf's thought switches, and each time Romnic sympathy is bewildered.

- Shit, shit, shit, shit! What is this? Huh!?

If you notice the red line you should have seen earlier, it's gone. The light that was water turned red, I thought it would return to water color again. At the same time that I feel the smell I could have try to circle from left to back, I get footsteps in my right ear - suggesting that the boy is plotting to move to that side.

It was already a mess. All the sympathy was crazy. I don't know which is right and which is wrong information. Romnick had managed to outperform Beowulf's offense by partly unconsciously benefiting from the technology he had cultivated so far.

But I've figured it out within a few rounds. Romnick's artifact didn't go crazy, he said.

Two or more lines of attack emerge from Beowulf, a double-swordsman, because the boy is serious about releasing it.

"Hihihishi Left Shishi Bottom" "Mimi Right Rugi Up Yep"

The only reason my heart sounds so much like this is because there are actually multiple thoughts overlapping. Incredibly, Beowulf splits his thinking abilities into multiple parts, simultaneously assuming a number of attack patterns - all I could think of was that.

Therefore, the other lines will not disappear until the actual attack is released. And it's all because [I'm serious about fatal injuries] that the colors remain red, too.

But.

- Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible!

Reasonably, even if convinced, emotions refuse to understand.

In a storm of confusion, Romnick continued to prevent Beowulf from attacking while black-and-white his eyes, and managed not to let go of the outline of consciousness that was still going to freak him out.

Divide your thoughts into multiple parts? There's no way I can do that. It's ridiculous. I'm not an artist who does it with a decent head. Abnormal. Is this thing no longer sick or something? Yeah, it's like a computer multitasking.

"-!?

I noticed. Yes, isn't this what Romnick himself said a few days ago?

"Your that - isn't it amazing, well, let's call it 'multitasking skills'?" -.

Multiple surgical simultaneous controls. What if "SEAL" control technology wasn't genius - [Beowulf's brain itself is abnormal, but it's a dead product]?

Can this situation also be explained in a muscular way?

……

Yu man's face distorts in bitterness.

Romnick realized he shouldn't have noticed. I shouldn't have thought about it. I shouldn't have understood.

It's not normal people in front of you.

- "It's called a monster (Dj Monster)", to be [real].

"Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa!?

Fear shook my throat. Moved by the battle, Romnick stuck his spear out into the dark clouds. But all of that glides over Beowulf's swinging white blade.

The fear was Beowulf's concentration. Romnick and I are not amateurs. No matter how impulsive the attack was, the technology stained in its hands should have been the cornerstone. That was the boy's exact whisper.

Black eyes with deep purple brilliance stare calmly at this one.

Are you cut off - a tickling chill ran through Romnick's spine.

"Right Left," "Up and Down," "Hiro," "Mi," "Shi," "Gi," "I," "Hihi, Left, Uh-huh. Yeah," "A," "Occasion," "Eye," "Ear," "Oh Jaw Cage," "Hihi, Hiri, Left," "Oh Give Me Your Feet," "Pull," "Kake," "Knee,"

Mixed waves of thought strike Romnick's five senses. Totally inconsistent, broken machine-like thought circuit. Signs of a disturbing attack in all directions. Instead of knowing how to get out next, I don't even know what I'm thinking.

Deep purple light. Beowulf's "SEAL" glow is gradually becoming stronger.

――

It hurts so that Romnick's stomach is grabbed by an invisible hand and squeezed up.

- How did this happen? Didn't I have an advantage? Until just now, not long ago, this one should have been the dominant one. The trend should have been overwhelmingly leaning this way. Why are you so cornered? Where the hell did I go wrong with what?

Beowulf's brilliant print, which flashed repeatedly as he breathed, was even visible through the inner glow, such as arms and chest, whether its light was too strong or a feature mounted on a combat jacket.

Furthermore, as if to echo the roar of Photon Blood, all parts of the battle jacket began to groan. I remember making such a change the other day, when the neck around the collar deformed into a full-face helmet. The fabric of the jacket, which is supposed to be a cloth, moves with the une, changing its shape like liquid metal.

Something bad happens - instant, Romnick's intuition whispered. Bickle, and cramp the neck tendon, enlarging the nostrils and breathing.

"-" Tornado spinner "aah!

It was the boot audio of the boot ceremony that popped up aggressively. Blue-blue Photon Blood wraps around his spear and begins to spin violently.

- Enough, I'll kill you! I'll kill you now! I'll definitely kill you! I'll kill anything!

Beowulf offered his left arm against the spinning thrust thus unleashed with the will of a special. A circular shield about the plate of dishes fitted there received the tip - emitting an explosion of purple light.

"Guuuuuuu!?

A spear jumps up at the impact I didn't expect, and Romnick's body swims big. The moment, Beowulf's thoughts pouring into his head.

"You can't just defend it," "explode a few times of energy at once," "blew it up," "though it drastically reduces the number of times you use it," "this is sure to prevent it."

It was a sober and calm response. Stunning thoughts that you weren't mad, and the anxiety that your mind should be able to read but you don't understand his thoughts at all, stick your nails up to Romnick's spirit and try to tear it apart.

"... you...!

Beowulf's combat jacket flips hem into the blast like a borough cloth. No, that jacket shouldn't have had that much hem length - no, the length of the hem is extended if you notice it. No, it's not just the hem. The sleeves and collar were stretched everywhere, and the black and purple fabric was trying to envelop the boy's entire body.

The boy, completely covered from his head in dark fabric and turned into a creepy shadowy figure, still doesn't stop his two-handed sword. At last, Romnick drips incomprehensible thoughts out of the deep purple light twisted by the arc from all parts of his body.

"Ugh," "F," "Eh," "Sa," "Let," "Tsu," "To," "Mi," "Ki," "Gi," "Na," "Ka," "Hi," "Lu," "Ri," "Ki," "" Shi, "" "Ka," "" Why, "" "Ri," "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "," "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" ""

The level of difficulty jumped all at once.

Multiple, it was also a double-digit or more split thought that was unleashed at high speed without order or integrity, but as a definite hostility.

The sight in my eyes was absurd too. Dozens of color-removing rays are flying all over the place. I can't even read the difference in meaning due to the difference in color anymore. His face was stained with seven colors in front of him, as he made him stick his face into a rainbow in the sky.

"- What the hell...!

I didn't know my voice leaked out of the cleavage where my teeth bite.

I can't stop a sharp attack. I don't know which slaughter is fatal. Prevent anything on your eyes from just spinal reflexes. That's all I can do.

A strange smell washes my nose. The smell of able hostility, the smell of angry nitrous smoke, the beast smell of killing - lots of other smells take a nostril, and Romnick learns to nauseate.

"- Integrate, what...!

I don't feel like it. With that in mind, Romnick shared Beowulf's five-sense information with the power of the artifact. Try to find out what the boy sees and feels.

Then I saw a world as if I didn't understand.

In a nutshell - maybe that was something you could call [hell].

No, I can't say it in those easy words.

What's there is worse than hell - it was [something].

I can assure you without hesitation. When you understand this, you must lose your sanity. You must be going crazy.

A completely different format of information data, wrapped around five senses. Visual information stained with polar colors, hearing information that can only be heard by noise - everything was bullshit.

With the boy and myself, the protocol of understanding the world is too different - I thought so.

But.

That was the world - the "monster" in front of me.

"- Hey, what...!

A horrible black shadow leaps. Let the blade of silver run endlessly.

No, the stretched battle jacket nearly covered Beowulf's entire body. But there are holes everywhere. Are there unexpected errors in the protective equipment, or are you working to complete the armed deformation? There seemed to be a juxtaposition between the power to close the hole and the power not to let it.

Just around the left eye too, it was an empty spot in the hole that way.

The boy's eyes peeking through slight gaps were no longer nearly stained with deep purple. The glowing Photon Blood light leaves a residual light as Beowulf moves, towing his tail as a meteor.

Spread distracted thoughts, looking like a black shadow, in a rough, sharpened motion, looking like a boy wielding a double sword -

Looks like a demon, Romnick thought.

And finally, the thoughts sensible from Beowulf stopped even taking the body of a decent language.

"Kokoft KokoPhoenixKokoWing Okawokohuh?" 32314; "32314; ft. Joe " 32314; Hail E "32314;\32i;ńńńńń\32

"- Huh!?

Hih, and my throat cramped.

A fierce chill pierced my entire body.

It's like the world you're looking at is different.

Thought circuits are fundamentally different.

There will be no more words in such a being.

So Romnick had no choice but to scream like this.

"- What the hell are you thinking ahhhhhh!?!?

The artifact "The man with empathy" lost his fear and exclaimed with tears.