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

I also had a real-time view of the fraternal confrontation between Mr. No.1 and Mr. No.2, and Mr. Third Class, and the battle against Queen Isanami in Eagle Eye, which I flew to various parts of "Between Queens".

Of course, it was undeniably a shocking sight, although it only cracked a slight consciousness, as doing something about Howell in front of us was a prerequisite.

Deep underground on the floating island - the battle that broke out in "Between Queens" was no longer even mythical.

It is the three giants who leap their weapons into their hands.

It is the beast of God that growls high and spreads the four wings of the flame.

First of all, the size of both sides is different from that of mankind.

The earth shakes just as the giant takes a step forward.

A flame that melts iron just because the divine beast wings it fills the space.

Instead of being close, such as a short human being, it won't even come true in the long run. If ordinary people were at a distance where they could look directly at this awesome battle, that person, without exception, must eventually die under the aftermath of the battle.

If you look at it, you die - that's the kind of fight this was.

The legendary "Twilight of the Gods (Ragnarok)" is or may have been something like this.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!

It was my biggest ally on this occasion - Mr. No.1 - who first carried a sword with a white and red body and popped up with the momentum of a thunderstorm of disease. Turning a magnum giant dressed in samurai outfits into a single shell, this again storms towards Isanami, who has emerged from a giant firepillar.

Fast.

Mr. No.1, who moved first than anyone else, but was blind to Mr. No.2 or Mr. No.3, pushes straight ahead with the queen of the black leopard.

What else? At this time, Mr. No.2 and Mr. No.3 are being stopped by my surprise attack. None of them exist as one, such as those who interrupt his advance.

Therefore, the honor of slamming the first shot into Isanami belonged to Mr. I.

"Today is your fateful day, Gorgaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Raising the scream (kansai) that I could only think of as a triple dip, Mr. Running One shook the red and white sword up to the big upper level.

To be slashed is Queen Isanami's, left leg toward.

But naturally, there is no reason for Isanami to receive the blade without resistance.

"GGGGGGGGYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR -!!"

Compared to Mr. No.1's "Gigantic" state, the giant black leopard roars roughly with a low head and a high electron sound. He went on to turn his shimmering water-colored eyes towards Mr. No.1, opening his sharp fangy jaw wide. The red and black oral cavity becomes dewy.

The next moment, a bright red flame overflowed from the back of Isanami's throat.

I guess I was just absorbing the energy of an active volcano in the ground, and I'm saving a huge amount of heat (calories) in that body. The queen spat it out at all costs at this time.

The momentum of the settlement river drives the flame stream. It instantly swallows Mr. One's entire body, dyeing the rock-skinned ground bright red and melting it with [whirlpool].

In common sense, there are first and foremost creatures that can live under direct attack from an array. But...

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"CHESTO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Mr. One shouted, what a blaze. The sound of flesh only sounds like a roar overlaps with pronouncements over a communication line.

Then, the slashing noise.

A red and white sword, wrapped in flames and torn apart, devoured Isanami's left leg. Through the curtain of flames, blue and white Photon Blood sprays up the waterfall very hard.

"KKKKKKKKKKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

The action of the pain engine caused the queen to scream. This stops the flow of flamethrowing, and Mr. No.1 reappears from among the disappearing ones.

How intact.

Perhaps special protections were applied to the samurai outfits they were wearing. Apparently there is an invisible force field that can repel the flames, and the fierce fire that melts the ground could not even touch Mr. One, which was being flushed out somewhat.

'Not yet. Not yet!! It's from here, you fucking queen. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A lime green light ran on Mr. One's skin screaming. It is the brilliance of Photon Blood that spreads the vermilion body chart as it draws a geometric pattern.

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"Dralalalalalalalalalalalalalala!!

An awesome streak of hitting (rushing) began.

Mr. No.1, who inspired "SEAL" throughout his body, may have used a swordsmanship ceremony or something. The lime green glow propagates up to the red and white sword in his hands, assisted by a surgical ceremony, which knocks a slaughter storm into the queen's left foot at an extraordinary speed.

Is there a "Rage Storm" that I know of in a swordsmanship ceremony? As the name suggests Anger (Reggie), it's just a mad warrior (Berserk) greeting aggressive maneuver that slaps a two-handed sword sixteen times in a row like mad.

Yellow and green residual light pulls tail and draws text at a rate away from common sense. The queen's lacquered black giant arms were chopped and sprinkled with blue and white photon bloods as a piece of fruit juice.

"GGGGGGGGGYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

But Isanami is not called Queen by Dada either. With all that brutality, I still don't even freak out my legs like Oki, but I step on the ground. The core is in place.

Isanami's eyes, thus glowing in the same color as Photon Blood's, were rather a fierce boost to the will to live there.

"KKKKKKKKKKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Isanami can roar. I wonder if I lifted the opposite foreleg of being slashed in a grand way, and the next moment I will whip Mr. Binta nice to see you.

It was unstoppable speed in my eyes. Mr. One's sword speed was pretty good too, but this one was more than that.

"- Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!?

It was such an unproductive attack, like a cat slapping a rat in the air. Mr. One has taken it decently. He takes a blow from the straight side, similar to a bell, and blows it up like a toy doll.

If you think about it in relative size, it's like I was beaten by a hippo. Alternatively, you can assume that an adult has beaten a child. Mr. One, who flew heavily through space, spins one turn and then crashes to the ground, continuing to roll flashly until he consumes his pressed inertia.

But.

"- Ha-ha-ha!! Don't be lame, Gorgaaaaaaaaaaa!!

He reached out one hand as he was blowing through the air upside down, sticking his tough five fingers to the ground. Brake and control posture while sharpening gully and rocky skin. I lowered both legs to the ground from a one-handed upside down with some momentum, making it look like a crowning start.

"Don't think you can fuck me to this extent, motherfucker!

Explosive instantaneous force. The sound and shaking that knocked the hammer to the ground rolled up, and that's the shell that was fired out. Greetings, Mr. One once again sets up a special attack on the Queen.

But by then, I had already been pushed into Howell for a surprise raid, and it was a good time when Mr. No.2 and Mr. No.3 were regaining their positions.

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Oh, my God. I've been waiting for you.

At the next moment, a strange "voice" echoed in the space.

I don't have to do anything with anyone. A man's voice came forward with a scent that made a shimmer.

It is the power of Mr. No. 2's "mouth", which was heard in advance by Mr. No. 1.

"Grunt -!?"

An invisible spirit tangled up in Mr. One's limb as the tank progressed. Only for a moment the motion of the "giant state" of Zhu is stiff and the rhythm is disturbed. However,

'- Huh!!

Mr. One did his best to shake it off. Invisible forces are drawn away and fogged.

But I guess that momentary gap was enough for Mr. Number Two.

"No, brother, I can't believe you're running away."

It was the blow of an unforgiving spear that rolled out with a mind-blowing but light-hearted mindfulness. An eartip released as it breaks through the wall of the atmosphere targets the throat from the right side of Mr. Running One.

――

Without the earlier "voice" restraint, Mr. One would have passed the scene earlier than the cutting-edge arrived, and would have been able to poke at Isanami again. But a moment of rigidity divided the light and darkness.

"- Chi!"

Repentantly tongue-in-cheek, Mr. One enters the evasive movement. Drop your center of gravity backwards as you run, turn your throat and sweep back big. I dived under a spear sticking out like a limbo dance.

"-Shahhahhahhahhahhah!

But Mr. One still won't give up. Immediately after the spear of Mr. II, he nevertheless tried to advance his foot toward the Queen,

Gunshots.

- Yeah, no shit!

Mr. No.1's body leaps loudly into successive firing sounds. Try to throw yourself on the ground and fly aside. A moment later, countless bullets - even bigger than shells from a human point of view - pass through the space where Mr. I's body was until earlier at high speeds.

It is the shooting of the third class.

"Nhhhhhhhh! It's so sweet to get us out of here, honey! We have to compete properly and squarely. Come on!

My youngest son, Mr. Third Class, has two pistols. They took turns spitting bullets out of the left and right muzzles.

Surprisingly, even a pistol belongs to Mr. Third Class. That's different. Oh, my God, [both hands are turning into pistols themselves].

Probably an application of "giant state." That giant's flesh, not exactly the body, is only a provisional figure. It is no exaggeration to call it a giant robot. Even the joints and bones stick out from all over the body. It shouldn't be as bad as deforming your hands into guns. By the way, the bullet you're shooting out seems to be using something coated with lime green Photon Blood on a rock that's very rounded.

"Fucking No. 2 and Third Class Temee! Always fooling around with me. Yeah, yeah! Today is the day I'm gonna smash you to death, Gorgaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Anyway, the offensive against the Queen by Mr I has now been completely interrupted. Mr. No. 1 has to stop completely on the spot and enters into a state of engagement with Mr. No. 2 and Mr. No. 3.

From there, there was nothing else to say [Shh, shh].

Whatever it is, it is a battle of three giants.

One is a sword, one is a spear, and one is a pistol.

The three brothers, red, blue and green, each with a different score, restrain each other as if to scorn it, with Isanami, the queen, who is supposed to be the main purpose, in front of each other.

The Red Ghost runs around holding the sword, the Blue Ghost stands around dancing with a strange voice and a subtle spear, and the Green Ghost rolls around with a random pistol of both hands anyway.

Besides, their size is the size. Fifteen Mertres are flying and jumping in all three. In a small floating island like this, direct is affected.

Here, I finally realized.

Yesterday's earthquake. All of a sudden, that shock that came from under my feet.

[Was this the cause] -.

Mr. One said. Fighting here like every day, he said.

How could I not have noticed right away? There were so many giant creatures living inside the floating island. Even though I no longer have to think about the cause of all those violent earthquakes.

Nevertheless, is.

Who the hell can imagine? A small island floating in a sky like nowhere else. Inside it are the three brothers of the giant, and the monster who reigns in the underworld - Isanami, the queen of the roots, and they quarrel with each other as they do every day, etc.

If they were fighting like a routine, I can also nod how the animals living in the woods were used to it. Relative to a set time, like this one, I guess it was repeated to get muddy and retreat.

Nevertheless, what is this intensity? Is this what happens when we just multiply the size of mankind by nearly ten times?

The Giant Three brothers and sisters decided the ground after a series of sword-style and sword-style and sword-style and sword-style, and the Queen Isanami was Isanami, who threw up a fiery fire or shot a feather-shaped flame bullet out of the four wings of a vastly spread flame, and it is a brawl anyway.

In fact, Yazaemon, who would be staying on the battlefield to cover the tags of Mr. No. 2 and Mr. No. 3, was also too intense to get his hands on the detour. I'm just holding my fingers together and watching the war while I stick on top of Mr. Third Class's helmet.

But that was a thankful story for me. I've lost a lot of time fighting Howell, but now I can still take back the delay.

- I thought it was an arrow tip.

Yazaemon moved abruptly when a routine was in place for Mr. No.1 and Mr. No.2 & 3rd Class tags to hold each other in check and unleash an attack on Isanami, against which a black-winged leopard would strike back.

The blackened man from head to toe marks with his hands, blurring and chanting the activation audio.

"-" Shadow Encambrance ""

On both hands, intricately intertwined with ten fingers, a brown glowing surgical icon emerges.

This is the first icon I've seen. [Something] slipped out of Yazaemon's body squatting in the gap in Mr. Third Class's helmet as the design disappeared, not sure what it meant.

What is that [something] - a black figure. It was all I could say.

It's in the shape of a person, but a black chunk. At first I wondered if Yazaemon had split up, but he didn't. The guy is black except for the eye area, but the guy who emerged by the technique, his whole body is smeared in pitch black.

Yes. [I] don't have eyes.

The activation of Yazaemon's surgery did not end at once.

"Shadow Encambrance, Shadow Encambrance, Shadow Encambrance."

Convenience four consecutive activations. As a result, the black human form grows to four bodies.

Or maybe it's some kind of "Mirage Shade" or "Liquid Puppet" technique I use a lot, but apparently not. Anything with obvious differences compared to the main unit is a good place to be second class.

Besides, it's very difficult to manipulate multiple procedures at the same time. It is because of my perverse ability to manipulate and control that the disruptive warfare methods used in the battle against Hercules and Siglos come to life.

If so, it is unlikely that it will be considered. That black mannequin is not manipulated one way or another by the surgeon, but probably something that moves automatically. It might be semi-autonomous because it would be possible to plant simple instructions and algorithms in advance. But what's the purpose, the purpose?

Eventually Yazaemon moved. Change the marks you put together with your hands and close your eyes. He still shoots bullets as he moves around violently - as I was hearing, it's just "trigger-happy" - even though he's on the head of third class, he goes into a deep state of concentration.

Then a change appeared in the black human form. They, which were in human form, broke their shape to dissolve, however, [whirlpool], and turned them into viscous liquids. The "Shadow Encambrance", which became like a coltar, slips through the surface of the helmet as it is, passing on the body of Mr. Third Class and descending to the ground.

Fast.

They only look like four shadows. They quickly slip off the flesh of Mr. Third Class, to the ground. So I lost sight of them.

Nothing but lava red is a lit space. Shadowy chunks have become indistinguishable by mixing with real shadows.

Is that some kind of trap planting? Or...

And that was then.

'-Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!? What the heck? Ahhhhhh!?

Mr. One screamed. Seeing it, he was about to cover his face with both hands, hastily retreating, which he had cut with Mr. No. 2.

I just saw the reason for that stunning. My God, the Shadow Encambrance released earlier by Yazaemon covered both eyes of Mr. No.1. As clay crushes the flames of his exotic power, "Moon and Night," a mass of black shadows spreads as Ameba sweeps. Two for each eye, four for the sight.

Naturally, that became a huge gap.

"Nice spray, god angel! Third Class, you keep asking for your brother, because I'm going to play with the queen."

"Oops! Fuck you, Number Two!

Mr. No. 2, convinced that he was able to disable Mr. No. 1, finally puts his back on the queen's exorcism. Third Class, who was later entrusted, changed the shape of the pistols in both hands to short machine guns, further improving the firing function.

"Ah so!? Ah so so so so so so so so so!?

The rain of the bullet will kill Mr. One. It seems as though the screams are slightly out of time while taking what is neither a shelling storm nor an exaggeration, but the damage is firmly engraved in his "giant state". There are holes everywhere, turning into hives.

"Kon's - Phew! Grr......!! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!?

Mr. No. 1 rubs his eyes and shakes his head while trying to dance a tap dance after a third class shooting, but Yazaemon's "Shadow Encambrance" has never shown signs of peeling off.

Eventually the frustration reached its pinnacle, what an on-the-spot stoop Mr. I began to stop, fall back and raise his grand roar.

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!

The atmosphere sounds. Even the mirage that rises from the magma swings. To the voice of so much temper, the blue-white flame that lit both eyes of Mr. I also increased its momentum.

In a moment, a horny firepillar stretched out of the Red Ghost's eyes and burned down the wrapped "Shadow Encambrance" all at once.

"- Shh, shh, shh, shh! Now you can see it, damn it!

I can't forbid to be stunned, it was a force move off common sense. Indeed, surgical ceremonies and alien powers are homogeneous in the sense of 'altering reality', and it seems possible to interfere with each other. But the current one was clearly not what logic looked like, it just seemed like [I managed with just the mood] no matter what I thought, and it was one of those 'if I can't get through it, reason will pull in' events.

Naturally, recoil is an accessory to intense impotence.

"Ha-ha-ha! That's what I love about you! Do more, do more!

Mr. Third Class, who laughs lightly but never looses the hand of the shooting, floats the green body surface with the same lime green glow print as Mr. No. 1. To see the battle so far, apparently the three brothers Photon Blood are perfectly of the same color. Compared to Mr. Zhu No. 1 and Mr. Blue No. 2, Mr. Third Class with green skin is difficult to see the difference even if "SEAL" is excited. When was the word of a great man that the colour of blood would not choose race? Exactly.

Both arms of Mr. Third Class, who activated his own "SEAL", began to change further. Side by side with two short-handed machine guns, they break in shape like molluscs, and the two merge into one. Use the mass of two arms to create a new firearm.

No, both arms are not the only ones that deform. Something like a tail also grew out of the back of Mr. Third Class's waist. It stretches out sultry, and as soon as it touches the ground, it begins to creep like a live snake. I wonder where we're going, emitting a brilliant red light from the clearance of the ground - to the lava belt.

"Third-class Temeye, you fucking brother. Ahhhhhhhhhh! Wait, I'll chop that neck off right now and sink your body into the lava sea!!

What can I say in the middle of a battle like this, but Mr. One's words and actions are terribly noisy. Regardless, it is not surprising that words of this magnitude come out of the hot head because of the situation of whether they can be killed or killed.

Nevertheless, it is.

Or perhaps the behavior of the opposing second and third classmen is rather too light. Over there, as a place to kill each other, I see a subtle attitude. What can I say, brothers are enemies. Even so, Mr. No. 2 refers to Mr. No. 1 as "Brother" and Mr. No. 3 as "Amchan". Despite the fact that Mr. One is cursing 'Cunt' and 'Fucking Brother', it is. What the hell is this all about?

Relatively speaking, isn't that the difference in temperature between lava and ice?

Maybe that's the case when I say it's a matter of character for each of them. Mr. No. 2 and Mr. No. 3 are in such a relationship, and perhaps the owner of a gentle heart admiring his eldest brother, Mr. No. 1. That possibility must not be zero.

But...

"Hahahahahahahaha! If you can do it, you can do it! Hyahhh! '

Mr. Third Class's arms became completely one and turned into a giant cannon cannon. It's shaped to shoot heavier and harder bullets than pistols and short machine guns. Until earlier, it was bullet-coated with Photon Blood on the rock. But from here, obviously, [something different] comes out - I can see that before it fires.

Before entering the fight, Mr. No.1 said this about Mr. Third Class.

"Uh, did he get a gun... or did he get a gun... or did he get a gun from a third class?" [I'll shoot anything I can], it feels like '

I wasn't sure what you were talking about when I asked, but now I know.

Cannon cannon with deformed arms, like a tail stretched from the back of your hips [tube] - I mean [that's what I mean].

"I'm coming! Mag Macano - - Ng!!

A bright red lava was fired from the cannon mouth of both arms of Mr. Third Class. Nice to meet you, [Lava Splash], not a water splash, splashes with momentum.

I'll shoot anything I can - that's exactly what I did.

"That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it!

That's not all. How dare Mr. Third Class start shaking his arms wide to the left and right as he sprayed lava.

It's an unusual sight. Typically, a firearm is one that fires without a bullet and with a shell. I mean, it's a 'dot' attack. But Mr. Third Class' Magmakanon ', which ejects lava, becomes the same' line 'attack as water cannons and flamethrowers, so to speak. Depending on what I saw, it was like waving a' sword 'of great lava.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!? Oh, no, no, no, no!

Mr. One of the boulders also panicked and ran out to stay away from Mr. Third Class. After that, Third Class points up the angle of shot. The lava that is then injected draws the trajectory of the mountain shape (Yamama), which stretches the range.

Mucus, which conceived so much heat that it could not retain its shape as a mineral, poured down as rain.

"Wow!? Cha!? [incomprehensible] Ahhhhhhh!?

Nevertheless, the more fan-shaped the range, the thinner the density with which the lava descends. Even Mr. One managed to escape outside the range of Magmakanon while being burned and scorched all over the "giant state" filled with holes.

"Damn it!!! Watch it, Third Class! I'll definitely find a way out of this with my eyes, and I'll cut you loose!

As soon as Mr. No.1 looked back, bobbled, and burned the moon-night view of both eyes, Yazaemon, who grabbed onto Mr. Third Class's helmet, activated the surgical ceremony again.

"Shadow Encumbrances, Shadow Encumbrances, Shadow Encumbrances, Shadow Encumbrances…"

Black human form separated from Yazaemon melts loosely and travels fast. Try to convey the shadow and wrap it around your face, and once again it takes away Mr. One's sight.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Shit, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Covering his eyes with his hands, he shakes his head, probably, and Mr. No.1 screams.

Seeing the war so far, I still had nothing else to say. Yazaemon's intervention would be irregular, but it is not hard to imagine that Mr I, who does not have the technique of ranged attack, would have been misplaced and flirted with as well as this one in the battle to this day.

Yes - he still needs it. The technique of instantaneously packing time, or the means by which you can attack even from afar.

Regardless, as I said earlier, Mr. One's armed only has a red and white sword waved in his martial arts outfit. Genius is also the only Devil's Eye 'Moon and Night's Watch', which equals no other way of attacking.

That's why.

'- Thank you for waiting, Mr. One! I'll help you with the machete!

I'll bury it. His weakness, his "hole."

"Oh, Master Beowulf! I've been waiting for you, Conchishaw!

Mr. No.1, who aggravated the flames in both eyes again and eliminated the Shadow Encambrance, raises his voice of joy to me as I rushed to impotence Howell. Of course, this conversation is over a dedicated line (hotline), so no one else can hear it.

The war situation is changing from moment to moment. I skipped directions to Mr. One early on. [M]

"I'll take this place! I'll stop Third Class and Yazaemon, so please go to the Queen! This should break the battle power difference, so even if you have Mr. Number Two, you can handle it! I'll clean up those two and rendezvous as soon as I can, too!

Still today, there were signs that Mr. One would face the story while running through the universe in a sky soldier for just a moment.

'Ohh... Ohh! All right, man! Dear Beowulf! Best wishes!

Probably because I gave prestigious instructions. I was deeply depressed by the shock of Hannu's capture just before I entered the battle. It's not surprising that I'm falling apart.

But now we're in a fight anyway. The equilibrium of the three giant brothers is completely broken down by foreign molecules like me, Howell, and Yazaemon (irregular). Both No.1 and No.2 said that today is the day of settlement.

The battle is the luck of time. Keep it up, let it avalanche in until victory -!

"- [Drillbreak] Huh!

At the same time that Mr. No.1 rushed out, I went into the third class with Magmakanon still in place. He kicks the invisible force field and jumps through the air as a bouncing stone. Activate the swordsmanship ceremony simultaneously and twist the rotating punch angle on both swords ten times over each other.

"Razor Strike!

I just shot him out. Two "Drill Breaks" fly hello missiles.

"Oh, I can't believe you're running away - wow, something's here!?

Third Class, who tried to chase Mr. No. 1, who ran under the Queen with his back turned, noticed me and "Drill Break" approaching from behind the diagonal. Now he goes into evasive action without Yazaemon kicking him in the face.

A giant with a green corner lowers himself and escapes the rays of the Drill Break. Sometimes the aim was Yazaemon in his head, and he succeeds in dodging it lightly.

but this is within the assumption.

"[Viper Assault] Wow!

I activated the swordsmanship ceremony further as I ran at full speed, stretching the light blade (Photon Blade) as a live snake. Five melts a breath. When it arrives in time, it stops on its feet in the air and waves its double sword at once.

"Haaahhhhhhhhh!

Flashing blades. The twin swords of the whip drew the text and struck the kneeling third class simultaneously.

"What, hey, I'm not good at melee, but whoa!?

The rushing third class can't even take a defensive stance because his arms are cannon cannoned. My unleashed deep purple slaughter pours down as rain on the defenseless corner ghost.

But.

"-" Repulsive Field ""

Yazaemon activated the procedure at an exquisite time. A brown icon about a melt in diameter appears on both hands of the guy who tied the mark, bouncing and disappearing.

What emerged was a brown, domed shield.

I just deployed Mr. Third Class to protect him from the storm of slaughter, and then my disturbing blow explodes.

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It didn't sound awesome. On the contrary, my slaughter is unresponsive, but one after the other [they slash the orbit].

- What, is this...!?

If it's not being accepted, it's not being diverted from power.

[It's uneven] - It felt like all I could say was yes. As soon as the sword strike touches the brown shield, the body slips outside as if gravity is flowing over you. There is no wonder, discomfort or discomfort. As is normal, my slaughter avoids [slashing] Mr. Third Class and Yazaemon.

- A repulsion field...!

What Yazaemon activated would be an unusual technique similar to Graviton Field, commonly used by Mr. Rose. Mr. Rose's "Graviton Field" doubles the gravity in the field, but Yazaemon's "Repulsive Field" is the opposite. Instead of amplifying gravity, they're [inverting] it. Therefore, the slaughter that I fold up takes my aim off by drawing a trajectory that is not clear of all of it.

This is probably torn in the industry.

Then...!

I cut the mess, kicked in the air with a sky soldier, and ran off. Insert the acceleration command into high-speed 3D manoeuvres.

Mr. Rose's "Clabiton Field" is a field that covers all directions of the operator, but Yazaemon's "Repulsive Field" is only a shield that covers one side. If it's the agility of the sky soldier that Flim has improved, there's no such thing as turning around.

Flying like a bounce through the air, I bypass the brown field. In doing so, he connected and merged "Ridil" and "Flotti" on both hands. The Ginnungagap protocol built into the double sword becomes operational, embodying additional parts. From the interconnected sword pattern, an incomparable light blade erupted.

Tai Chi Emperor Sword (Balmunk) - The Great Blade by Photon Blade, so to speak.

"Drill Break!

The finished Giant's knife activates the "Drill Break" x 15 on the Great Sword every now and then. The spinning angle of deep purple piles up as Millefeuil, roaring abruptly.

There are no more obstacles between me and Mr. Third Class and Yazaemon. The relative distance is around five melts. Keep this up all at once, punch through the Yazaemon on your helmet-!

"Ahhhhhhhh!

A huge amount of Photon Blood erupts from my back, accelerating my entire body. The blackened man, who is grasping at the corner stretched from Mr. Third Class's helmet, thrusts into momentum.

The "Drill Break" that runs on the fifteenth floor is huge. Rip the human body into eight pieces and have extra destructive power.

That 's--

"Immortal Abstacle"

"Huh!?

A surgical icon floated about two meltles of brown on the front of Yazaemon, bouncing and flying. At that moment, a hexagonal shield occurs just enough to cover Yazaemon's body and receive the tip of my layer, Drill Break.

- Don't be silly. I'll pierce that thing at once...... Shh!

My "Drill Break" and Yazaemon's "Immortal Abstacle" shout loudly at each other. Sparks scatter wildly every time a fountain falls from the contact point.

"-" Drill Break "Huh!!

I'll take the Drill Break by 15. [M] The layer of rotating impulse angle increases the thickness, increasing the thickness and length. Naturally, the momentum of Photon Blood erupting from my back also doubled.

"Nooooooooooooooooooo!!

The roar is even louder and the scattered sparks are even more intense.

But I can't penetrate it. Yazaemon's expanded hexagonal surgical shield doesn't even freak out. There was no way to pull a single step in front of the thirty more destructive series of "Drill Breaks" instead of crushing them.

- What, this... what's going on...!?

Even though I'm not using physical enhancement (physical enhancement) support formulas right now, this "drill break" shouldn't be a lot of power. So what the hell is this robustness?

"It's no use, Beowulf. Definitely a certain (if it does) defense. Impossible to pierce how many surgical rituals are overlaid."

From beyond the translucent shield, Yazaemon, with his eyes like a dead fish, said faintly.

The moment I heard that voice, I remembered when they took Hanu away without the art of exchange, and my heart burned bright red.

"- Give me back my hanu... ugh!

The first thing that popped up first was the word. I stare at Yazaemon over a madly blooming spark and devour my teeth.

"Where is she! Answer me!"

I didn't know to speak up, and I was yelling at him.

"If you don't answer, keep going -!"

It was a rough voice so much that I wondered where the hell my voice was coming from.

But the slapping fury didn't even make it a breeze for Yazaemon, either.

Eyes like black holes stare at this one.

"I put him to sleep and left him in the room of the Third Hall. If you're worried, you should pick him up now. Drop this battlefield."

Have you seen that here you are no longer worthy as a hostage? Yazaemon honestly threw up Hanu's place. Regardless, after learning that I can't pick her up right now.

If I get rid of everything here and rush to Mr. Third Class's room, I can definitely secure Hannu's stature. But what happens to Mr. One if you do that?

It is decided. We have no choice but to fight in a quadrilateral song, as we did earlier, no matter how much the lone army struggles, but at the end of the day we are undoubtedly defeated by a concentrated attack. In that case, ownership of the island is on that side. And Hannu and I may not be able to go back where we were.

So here's my answer. [M]

"I'll pick you up even if you don't tell me - after I take you down!

Strongly proclaimed, I further inspired my "SEAL." The deep purple light, which was geometrically painted on the surface of the "Stex", adds even more radiance, causing the twisted arc to burst.

"- Achilleus, triple maximum charge!

"Mommy Maximum Charge Power Movement"

Activates the assist function of the battle jacket and performs only five seconds of physical enhancement. Furthermore,

"" Drill Break "-!!"

Raise the swordsmanship ceremony. The "Drill Break" x 15 was activated to further thicken, thicken and lengthen the rotational punch angle. The rpm also rises to different digits, further exacerbating Yazaemon's fusion with the Immortal Abstacle. The roaring acoustics are no longer the screams of the strange birds, and the splashing sparks are by the fountain.

Although.

"- It's no use, something like that should happen. If you want to break down a certain fence, bring a hundred times that power. But you're not allowed to do that right now."

"Ku......!

Again, we couldn't break down the barrier. Quiet, but confident, to Yazaemon, I bite the umbilical cord.

Apparently, Yazaemon has absolute confidence in his self-confidence defense. Earlier, it was called "Shadow Encambrance", which disturbed Mr. I's vision, and it was called "Repulsive Field", which continued to deflect my slashing, and it was called "Immortal Abstacle", which cannot be penetrated even by this layer of "Drill Break". Apparently, he is a type of explorer specialized in defense.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen Yazaemon use an attack formula. Is the only aggressive action as good as kicking Third Class in the face to avoid my "Freibom"?

Considering that Hanu and I have been following each other without being noticed, or sneaking around with signs killed, or maybe he's another type of enhancer who supports his people in a different vector than I am.

Thinking about it, I'm good at this unusual defensive ability, and I can see that no matter what I do, my Drill Break won't be able to pierce his Immortal Abstacle.

Increased defense capabilities to the extreme - but if you return the back, it also means' little means of attack '.

- I don't know about that...!

Yazaemon is behind us. If he's a wall guard (tank), you can lose his raison d 'être.

The drill and shield antagonism lasted for five seconds, and at a time when my power assist ran out of time, I canceled all of the Drill Break process and changed my spear tip.

If you want to shoot the general, shoot the horse first. If this happens, I will first drop Mr. Third Class out of action.

Once you jump backwards, redirect the cutting-edge of Balmunk to the third class below.

Mr. Third Class, who remains protected by Yazaemon, is surrounded by being stuffed with an intermission and has yet to even show a bare gesture of standing up. I can definitely pierce it now.

"Drill -!"

I tried to activate the swordsmanship ceremony again, it was then.

"Do it, yeah, yeah, yeah!? What the heck?!?!?!? '

――

An outrageous tale of output struck me in the head as an invisible hammer.

Voice from a private line. No one needs to do anything.

"- Hey, Mr. One!? Duh, what's wrong!?

It seemed so urgent that I stopped moving and turned back to the center of "The Queen's Room".

And I look at it.

――――

the [despair] that had manifested itself there at some point.

"Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay! Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run!

That Mr. One is in a big rush to escape. That peachy ghost face is pale, no matter how you look at it.

"Liar, Nanicole, what is this? What is this, eh, eh!? I didn't ask you this.

Mr. No. 2 was also crawling around the ground in a semi-frequent appearance. I don't hold a spear in that hand anymore.

There was no reason for them to be afraid.

Now, there was no 'queen' there.

Yes - 'Once a queen [something]' was there.

"... no way..."

I shrug away at Mr. I and Mr. II forgetting the battle.

Of course, he was monitoring the situation there with "Eagle Eye" scattered around him. But I didn't notice that modulation at all until now because I had concentrated too much on the fight in front of me.

"- Ho ho? What are you talking about? Uh, yeah? You know, I've never seen anything like that before...? Oh, Queen... Queen, right? Right, angel of God? Hey? '

A third class man, similarly forgetting the battle and staring into the middle of the hall, tilts his neck and asks Yazaemon.

…………

Regardless, there is no such thing as an answer to return to Yazaemon. And he also gazes at the same thing as I, when the sinus of the tree opens his eyes every now and then.

I swallowed saliva without knowing it. [M]

"... that's... the queen's [true appearance]...?

What lies ahead of my gaze.

If I say it briefly in one word, will it be a black leopard with flaming wings walking on two legs -?

Yes, in a way, that's a very simple change.

Queen Isanami stood.

The queen, crawling on all fours as the beast appeared, woke up like a human being, upright with two hind legs.

If that's all, of course, there's no such thing. Even cats can be upright if they care about it.

But it wasn't just upright.

Until recently, he was sure of a limb worthy of the name of 'Queen Isanami'. The more supple the curved beauty, the more it deserves to be called the Queen. He was a beautiful black leopard.

But there is little shadow of it now.

Isanami, who stood on the ground on both feet for what change had happened to him, but his whole body had swelled up muscularly.

Build up. Plus, the silhouette is clearly masculine.

When it comes to the muscles you've built up, Mr. No.1's zhu colored "giant" is also quite something. That's not the case for those who have the physical beauty to that point even in Explorer.

But Isanami was more than that. No - no. The above, the following, or the like are not comparable in the same dimension. Obviously heterogeneous. Rather than working out, from the very beginning [that kind of thing], this creature exists in that way - there's a piercing that just seems to be drifting.

- Big......!

Even when he was crawling on all fours, his head was higher than Mr. One's. If such a creature is upright, its length is no longer even willing to measure. A giant beast, comparable to that two-headed snake Uroboros.

There was no longer a king of the underworld rather than a 'queen' - a being that should also be called a 'underworld king'.

"WWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

It opens a jaw (after) lined with fangs that illuminate the light of Guillari and Lava, and the underworld king Isanami exhales a thin, flaming breath. His breathing is no longer with the flames. It is the breath of the Pluto that inhales the heat in the atmosphere and exhales red meat, as is normal.

Until earlier, the blue and white eyes have also changed color and are stained with pure white light. It's a change as if it shows a further increase in temperature in the body.

'- Or I hid it...! Bastard of a queen, he hid his true strength...! I can't believe it, my proud sword...... damn it!!

Mr. No.1, who fled and distanced himself from the upright immovable queen in the manner in which he said, screams in his readings to throw up. Turning to Eagle Eye, the red and white sword he held had turned into a miserable look, as the words put it. What a melt to the roots of the part that hits the body, leaving only the bottom from the violin.

That sword, from my eyes, was quite a business, albeit of that enormity. I can't believe it melts so beautifully.

"Mr. One, what the hell..."

I slaughtered him! With my sword, take that bastard! That's it, that's it...!

You still can't believe what happened in front of you, Mr. One is in a state of semifrenzy.

that was on the same front. The same goes for Mr II,

'Impossible, impossible... yes, yes, dream, dream... hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! It's a dream. This! Because... Because! Otherwise... Otherwise we will...!

Until just now, that throat, which was making a fragrant voice, is hysterically distorted (hizu). Mr. No. 2, who crawled on the ground and fled to the safety zone, pointed to the Pluto with his big trembling fingers and shouted:

"Dear gods... you must have rebelled against [the red-haired god] whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!!

Isanami, the Pluto, whose shape has changed dramatically and the atmosphere has obviously changed.

But I haven't explained the biggest feature yet.

That's - the head.

More precisely, it's the hyena of fire that's coming from it.

Until earlier, as with that of the lion, the red flames that were burning from the top of the head to around the neck had increased in size and spread longer than ever before.

It is also not impossible for Mr No.2 to refer to it as' red hair '. Sure, it doesn't even look like hair, depending on what you're looking at.

The flame wings that were erupting from his back are also reshaping their shape. Contrary to the hyena with its increased capacity, the wings, which were vastly spread, were thin and sharply converging. Thus, although the number of sheets has increased from four to six, the surface area has decreased significantly. The long stretched rhomboid shaped six wings each bent at a sharp angle and also looked like giant nails or fangs.

"Or, God......? Oh, that red-haired god, is that...? Oh, hey, me, seriously sucks...?

Even Mr. Third Class shudders in battle, squeaking.

To see how they reacted, "God with Red Hair" seemed to exist for the three brothers, who had only listened to the story. Come to think of it, as soon as even Mr. One, who was so belligerent, mistook me and Hannu for 'God's use', my attitude was changing Colo.

I mean, for the three ghost brothers, "God with Red Hair" is so much of an object. Absolute existence, so much so that the enemy becomes an ally.

The only one God to worship.

- Not good...!

Isanami, morphologically changed from a black leopard with supple limbs to a musculoskeletal beast, is recognised as a 'god' by the ghost giants by the flaming hair overflowing from its head. As it is, all three of them lose their will, and so do what they can win.

'Oh, calm down, gentlemen! That's not a god! Look closely!

With me, it's a nice dumb place to call on Mr. No. 2 and Mr. No. 3, who are supposed to be enemies, to 'calm down', but I can't replace my belly on my back.

"That's the queen! It's an enemy to defeat! If we don't defeat him here, this island could explode!?

I wield the strengthening in all directions, but there is no active response from anyone. No way, when he turned his gaze to Mr. One, he knelt on the ground holding the pattern of the sword he had lost, staring at Isanami flashly.

"... hehe, hehe... you did... that's... the red-haired god... that's not gonna win..."

It was a totally heartbroken human voice.

No longer, the air had changed in a bad way.

Needless to say, the three brothers of the giant, neither me nor Yazaemon can move into the untouchable air.

The changed Pluto is just standing there, not taking special combat action. Even so.

Being itself had overwhelmed this battlefield to the point of mercilessness.

"- Huh...!

I bite my teeth and set the tip of Balmunk against the Pluto. [M]

If this happens, I'll have to take the lead and fight Isanami. [M]

'Cause I at least know [that] isn't' The Red-haired God '. It may be a metaphorical story, but it was Eija, Lunatic Babel's lead program, who brought us into this space. That is the person of unknown gender, with burning bright red hair and light red eyes.

I don't know if this floating island is a virtual space and Mr. I or the Pluto is the product of a simulation engine, or if he was forced to transfer it to a real, empty island, but either way, the administrator (administrator) in this setting should be definitely at Ayja.

If so, 'God of Red Hair' is still not the black beast in front of you. If you dare, he is nothing more than a beast, the servant of his God.

- I have to prove that I'm not the one you can't defeat...!

Correct the assumptions of Mr. One and revive their war will. Otherwise, everyone on this scene will be killed without a hand or leg.

"-" Drill Break "Huh!!

I activated fifteen swordsmanship ceremonies at once, and I kicked momentum into the air. Sky Soldier's given acceleration adds Photon Blood's thrust, which erupts from his back.

"Ahhhhhh!

Raise your voice and I fly as a deep purple bullet.

As soon as

"-WWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The Pluto roared high and hard, distracted by this killing. The heat-bearing atmosphere wiggles and sounds ground. The black hair all over her stood upside down, and the bright red flaming hair swelled up again.

"WWWWWOOOOOORRRRRR!"

Isanami turned this way, paying her right arm, lifted to the height of her chest, to the side.

That's all the action, but there was a terrible amount of flame in orbit with huge arms.

"Nah......!?

The flames explode and swell, and the sun's red flame (prominence) greets me. There was no way for me to get around it, and I didn't want to.

- I'm gonna stick it out and eat it!

My whole body is protected by the battle jacket "Achilles" mode "Stex". If this protective gear withstood Flim's own electromagnetic flash pronunciation bullet (Volt Stangrenade) and still blocks Magma's heat today, even the flames of Pluto must be unbeatable.

"- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

I rammed straight into the flaming wave.

For a moment, there is a tremendous amount of pressure all over my body. I feel physical resistance to too much heat, even though I'm not materializing like Mr. Villey's pale flame. It's like you stuck it in a thick bunch of carpets.

But the heat was well cut off. There is strong resistance, but not enough to push you down.

So I thrust through the fury of the fiery fire and flesh to the Lord of the Underworld.

"Knock, knock, knock!

The tip beyond the thick wave of flames is in front of the eyes of the Black Divine Beast. White, shining eyes pierce me, and flaming breaths sweep through the gaps in my fangs alongside the slack.

"WWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

A roar with shock waves blasts. But the cutting-edge of "Drill Break" even penetrated and advanced.

――

Suddenly, a black wall appears in front of me. If you think of it, it's the left fist of the Pluto. He had his right arm swept away and prepared his left straight behind him.

- Don't worry about it, punch out!

My fighting instincts rose and the tactical decisions in my brain agreed to it.

Huge fists - but that of the beast - clashed with a deep purple layer (Drill Break).

"Rahhhhhh!

"WWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA -!"

Gatsun, a shock that even resonates with the marrow of a bone called The rotating punch angle and black fist make an awesome rubbing sound and twist each other.

"- Huh!"

Pluto's body hair boasts the strength to withstand even the heat of magma. It's like a bunch of steel needles. Just as when it collided with Yazaemon's Immortal Abstacle, there was a spark of companionship from the point of contact.

But I won't repeat the same foolishness I just did. As soon as the moment passes to maximize my attack power, I pull back Balmunk while canceling the Drill Break to receive the power I received from my giant fist. Inject Photon Blood into the sword pattern at hand to further increase the output of the light blade as you kick air in the sky soldier and jump away. On top of that,

"- [Viper Assault] Huh!

The sweeping waterfall increases the blade of deep purple. The fullness of light, which was even greater, became even more immense, turning it into an extreme sword exceeding ten meltres.

"Dikapur Maximum Chargee!"

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Maximum Charge Power Movement"

Achilleus responds to my command without any leisure. A deep purple light sparkled on the surface of the pitch-black all-body armor, and the next moment a vast amount of power assistance filled the limbs. I join my consciousness in a sensory fluctuation so that I can breathe.

We've got a weapon to counter an oversized opponent. Here is also the muscle strength to wield it.

Then.

"(Zuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Swing it around so that it bears an extremely large sword that even the skyscrapers are likely to be dismantled, activating the swordsmanship ceremony.

I don't need to aim. In front of you is a giant monster comparable to that "Uroboros". I can assume you were meditating on your eyes. It's more difficult to take it off.

Stepping into the air, I shouted with all my spirit.

"-Slahhhhhhhhhhhh"!!

The light rushes.

The atmosphere can roar.

The polar (very rare) light tore the space apart.

In an instant, the slaughter rushes through, engraved in sharp corners is a giant 'Z' letter.

There was a definite response, cutting off the hairs of steel and the flesh that lurked in it.

"WWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The Pluto screams when he is knocked into a triple strike at once. Pure white Photon Blood sprayed up from a wound carved into his chest, belly, and hips.

- The attack went through...!

It is the light blade (Photon Blade) that does not have an entity, which is probably why it was unbeaten by heat and chewed on Isanami's flesh. I know that. But...

'Look, Mr. One! I knew this guy wasn't a god! Here!'

Sending the thoughts of Kaishin as I speak, I enter the posture of hitting the period worn in the center of "Z", the last blow of "Zuyslash". The "Viper Assault", which stretched itself like a snake, also stretched upright all this time, and the Tai Chi sword "Balmunk" became a spear of light.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Momentum protrudes the sword of the greatest strength from a straight forward position. The laser beam greetingly released sword poke pierced the belly of the underworld king at once.

"GGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

A grand scream that rises even further. The deep purple light blade penetrating the abdomen is sandwiched with both legs in front, and the Pluto tries to stop any further progression. But the effects of the Power Movement, which assists my entire body, are still there.

Too bad you're too resistant to go up or down. So I decided to rip his flank open.

"Phew - nooooooooooooooo!

The pattern of the "Balmunk", which emits a torrent of light, is swept to the left with all its might. The feeling of cleaving mite butch and meat fibers. For the sake of virtual life forms, only reproduction of these places is meticulous. Blood that glows brightly white from the spreading wound splashes, apparently decreasing the endurance of the isanami.

"- Ah!

I swung it out. A giant sword of light runs in the left direction, pulling the last resistance.

"GGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The roar of bitterness. A black beast standing on his back two legs folds into a letter that he wears, holding his belly down with both legs in front. Pure white blood drips from the wounds carved in the "Zuzy Slash" and falls to the ground with a bump. That's the only amount that drowns and dies if humans are directly underneath, but Photon Blood, who touched the earth that conceived Magma's fever, evaporates quickly.

"It's now, Mr. One! He's weak! If you fold up the attack, you can definitely defeat it! So... '

I don't know if you heard me calling on a private line, but as if to deny it, the Pluto unleashed a powerful anger.

"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Red lotus flames gush from his whole body as he responds. Bloated, flaming hair leaps all rampant. The swollen flames become shockwaves and blow in all directions.

"Come -!?"

I had to pull myself into the boulder because of the tremendous heat wave of the pressure. Kick in the air and retreat, take the distance.

The mad Pluto keeps roaring and ringing the atmosphere. No, it's not the atmosphere that's shaking. This whole space is trembling heavily.

- Is this, no way...!?

I noticed it now. I hadn't noticed because I'd been standing in the air for a long time, but since Isanami took its current form, 'Between the Queens' - no, the 'Root Country' itself was shaking heavily.

Probably a tremendous earthquake on the surface of a floating island. Earlier, it was worse than when Mr. One and his three brothers were rampaging.

"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

In the midst of a severe earthquake, the Pluto roars high. As I echoed it, the ground, the walls, and the ceiling exploded, and a bright red lava burst from it. Just as it sprays up from under the feet of the Pluto, a hot fluid descends on his lacquered black body hair.

But Magma's fever is like a nutrient to the Pluto. He absorbs thermal energy and uses it to repair the flesh. As the white smoke fills up soon, the wound I wore blocks as I look at it.

"... Huh!

I bite my back teeth at the sight of the damage healed.

Nevertheless, I half expected this to happen. Hercules on the 200th floor and Midgards Olm on the "Midgards" also had high speed regeneration capabilities. Both could not be defeated without damage to the core core core kernel, which is the core information embodied component. This Pluto Isanami will also have no wonder that it conforms to its specifications.

But now it's clear. The way he knocked him down is with Hercules and Midgals Olm. A point breakthrough by super firepower, and a saturation attack. We'll just have to fold up the offense anyway until Isanami's core kernel stops completely.

- What are we gonna do, smash it with "Absolute Square" all at once...!?

Howell and the others have taken Hanu hostage and demanded, a supportive technique seal. Now that we've defeated Howell, it doesn't seem necessary to be tied to such a rule, but Yazaemon, the tenant who took Hanu away, is still alive. If he was remotely prepared to inflict harm on Hannu, he might make that child suffer an unawares injury. If that is the case, the brake is applied to the consciousness of loading the support technique into the output slot of "SEAL".

I looked back while the Pluto focused on recovery and called out with the utmost attention.

Against Mr. No.1, who is still breaking his knee and staring at this one with a glimpse.

"Stand up, Mr. One! I can't beat him alone! We need your help!

Mr. One, who had seen the sight of my attack hurting the Pluto, responded to the call with some hesitation.

"Hih, even if they say you need it..."

Mr. No.1 drops his gaze and quietly drops his shoulder on a red-white sword whose body melts, held in his hand. There are no weapons to fight - that's what I said. Even I know about it. But...

'You can fight without weapons! If your heart is willing to fight, how can it be a weapon!

First of all, nothing starts without the will to fight. If we don't connect our broken hearts and burn the flames of our hearts up again, we can't do anything.

'I'm the next king,' you said! You're giving up!? Are you saying we die together when this island explodes!?

…………

I spin words to inspire him somehow, but I can't quite light a fire in Mr. One's mind once he's quiet. That's the same for Mr. No. 2 and Mr. Third Class, who view God - and mistakenly for them - Isanami in awe and awe.

However, there seems to be some skepticism in that gaze, possibly because he was wounded by my attack earlier.

Even they must know somehow. About the fact that it is not completely indispensable.

It's just that they're depriving me of weapons, showing me an overwhelming difference in power, and that's why my feelings are shriveling.

I decided to switch my readings to multicast and call not only Mr. No. 1, but also Mr. No. 2 and Mr. No. 3.

'- If you can't fight alone, let's all fight! Even without weapons, everyone on this scene will surely win once they join forces!

I didn't get a good idea, but eventually I was on the verge of suggesting so.

'... ah?

'... Huh?

"... to?

And the three giant brothers with horns lifted up their faces, which they had made to bow down, as if they had heard the word for the first time in their life, and they did.

Whatever I might say, it was an impossible reaction on the battlefield.

"... power...?

"... fit, let...?

"... my dear, are we...?

At the end of the day, compare each face, and the beginning and end of leaning your neck.

But here I finally understand. [M] That they didn't have the concept of joining forces.

It's an incredible story, but maybe that happens when you grow up in a closed space like this floating island, and just the three of us hanging out together.

But the fact that I have no brothers, but I still only know that we are fighting each other - makes me seem like a very sad, terribly vain being.

"- Huh...!

At that time, an indescribable pain hurt in the middle of my chest, and I held Mizo down with one hand.

Similar, I thought.

They are, in a way, just like I was before. Before I met Hannu, when I was a "Hancer."

I have no companions or friends. I don't have someone to hold hands with. So I can't join forces with anyone.

By comparison, I guess I was still the best. [M] Because I could at least ask for a friend, reach out and hope to join forces with someone.

But not the three of those giant ghosts (oops). From birth, I recognized my brothers, the closest others, as enemies to each other, and have lived and fought alone all the way to this day. without even knowing the concept of spending time with, getting in touch with, and working with someone.

Is there something I need to talk about so lonely?

'- Yes, join forces! All my brothers! Put your hands together! Together we will defeat the mighty enemy!

I had to scream. It's normal for Explorers, but it's possible for them to be unknown.

Yes, now is the time for them brothers to join forces. Maybe their father made a condition for 'ceding ownership of the island to those who defeated Queen Isanami' to make them do the same. He may have tried to teach us the importance of dealing with enemies we can't win alone and working together.

'If you three join forces, you'll win! So...'

I tried to further theorize and appeal to the minds of Mr. One, that was then.

- That's enough of your theories, brave man.

"Huh!?

My spine freaked out at the multicast communications that had suddenly interrupted me.

- What's this Zara voice...!?

There was no need for anyone or anything in the voice that directly stroked the auditory nerve. I look back as if I had been bounced and turn my gaze to where he was supposed to have fallen. To ensure this, we also confirmed the visual information of the nearby Eagle Eye.

He's not here.

Howell, who shot down in a Fragarach charge break earlier, is not at the drop point.

- No way, I've already recovered...!?

Use your eyes and Eagle Eye to find him. But hearing looked in the direction where he would be before his sight.

Back diagonal top.

From there, a fierce thruster erupted into my ear.

――

Total mobilisation of the vision of vision as we look back.

There he is. Right there.

Shrimp colored Photon Blood where the tail of a meteor erupts all the time. He pushes me in at an awesome rate. [M]

But what's that look like? Not at all like earlier, where did the Ikari-shaped weapon go, Howell had his bare hands, but his whole body was wrapped around something like blue and black armor, and that was like...

"!? Shit -"

There was too much focus on visualizing Howell's appearance and the manipulation of the flesh was elusive. I rush Balmunk like a shield and take a defensive stance.

The next moment, Howell came under attack as a raptor.

"Dooooooooooooooooooo!!

His fist swung down when the shell was round, along with a voice in a mood that yasled in his ear. As he descends from the sky, gravity acceleration rides his weight, causing a tremendous burst of destructive power.

"-Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?

I was struck by the impact of a boulder coming down in Balmunk's belly, and I just happened to blow it diagonally down. He clashes from his back to the ground to reenact the earlier battle, slipping as he scrapes his rock skin until he runs out of inertia.

"Not yet. Not yet. Ahhhhhhhh!

The chase is coming. Howell, who beat me to death, sprayed shrimp colored light from his back and stuffed me all at once.

"Ku......!

I get up like a spring, kick the ground and fly to the side. For the next moment, Howell's flying kick slammed into where I was until just now, causing a blast.

"... Huh!

Howell's thick feet pierce deep into the ground, he wears a crater, and fragments of rock beds and lava splash all over it. While preventing them with the armor of Stex, I rolled down the ground like a dangoose and took my distance.

Get in shape and get up quickly.

It was dangerous. If I ate something like that, they'd seal my movements again. Howell's assault has many patterns from overhead. I'll deal with you completely next time.

"Dude, it felt like a good shot because of you, but don't avoid it." Brave man. It's Osama, isn't it? It's not like I can move a lot like you. Feel better. "

Saying the same selfish thing, Howell pulls through one leg that sinks into the ground. As it moved, Guinn, and a really mechanical sound sounded.

Yes, [machine]. In a way, I might say it's odd. Even Howell had a large body wrapped in mechanical armor and was even more enlarged.

The blue and black steel that covers the whole body looks familiar. Until recently, it was the same thing he had on his hands - a giant weapon in the shape of an iridium.

- That deformed, did you...? In this armor......!?

From the heavenly edge of my head to the toenails of my feet, my whole body is wrapped in blue and black armor, as if it were my "stux". I have no idea how it works, but a giant yttrium transformed into a full-body armor (full plate armor) that protects Howell's giant body - all I could think of was that.

But this vibe looks familiar. If you dare to analogize, this is more like my "Stex" - yes, it looks just like the power suit you were wearing, Julius, one of the "Cartesian Third" in "The Knights of Pale Red Flames" Noble Prominence Nights.

Did you say "Sawildernaha" or something? To armor, which was too thick to be called armor, the structure, which even sturdy sealed the joints' connections, was obviously only said to be 'in armor' rather than 'wearing armor', which also looked terribly similar around the whole human atmosphere to which it was worn.

It's just that Julius, shining in your golden "Sawildernaha" is creating a twisted atmosphere of "The Transformed Hero of Justice," whereas Howell's is a villain no matter how he sees it. Executives of evil organizations, would it be better to say that?

"You just gave me a treat for something good. Now you're paying me back. Don't hesitate to take it. - Hey!

Howell's voice, which sounded like he had passed a speaker through his pale black armor, was heard as he listened to it like this with the usual 20% increase.

――

I set up Balmunk and kicked the ground. Accelerate with shrimp-colored Photon Blood erupting from his back and intercept Howell head-on as he bursts into it.

The big light blade of deep purple and Howell's right fist, wrapped in thick fist armor, clashed and splashed sparks.

"- What are you going to do! You don't see the situation!? Not if you're doing this now -!?"

The moment he tried to hit words over the Great Sword, Howell's fist-taking "Balmunk" body began to break down with Zorizoli. From where his fist armor is touching, it gradually dissolves as much ice as he puts on a hot frying pan.

"Huh!?

This is the same phenomenon as the earlier Drill Break. The weapon Howell is wearing inhibits the activation of the procedure and even breaks down what is already activated. Earlier, when this was still an iridescent weapon, it should not have even been affected by the light blade, but apparently the change in form increased its effectiveness.

"Damn -!"

I gave up pressing Howell's fist and shifted his vector of arm to the right while pulling Balmunk. Howell's giant swims in the right direction as he aims and succeeds in diverting the rigid arm's heavy pressure.

The light blade was stored as it flew quickly backwards to embody the physical sword for [Balmunk] from storage.

Similar to the mode of the Black Xuan (Lidil) and the mode of the White Tiger (Flotty), a physical sword is also available in the "Balmunk". Insurance just in case, I don't even think Flim assumed this would happen, but it would help anyway.

A wide range of blades stretch brilliantly into silver from the grand sword pattern that combines Black Xuan and White Tiger. The light blade (Photon Blade), which converts surgical power into a blade, is Flim's exclusive patent, but that's why she doesn't neglect anything else.

I have a sword the size of which is no longer the same as my predecessor, but I can't help but hold this large weapon with my muscle strength, which does not benefit from the support technique Strength. Even though we have the power assistance of the battle jacket Achilles, it would be a rather painful operation with only five seconds of support. But the power of the swordsmanship ceremony is simply increased by the immensity of the weapon. The only way for me to counter Howell's power right now was to rely on the weight of this entity Balmunk.

"... what are you thinking! Can't you see the monster over there!? Not if we're fighting."

"- Oh, I know, right? Now is the [perfect opportunity to beat you], right," brave man "?

Too illogical a broken word to be showered by me trying to question you again. I could see Howell laughing [at] looking back at me as I pulled my shaken right fist back.

"Nah......!?

Too unreasonably, I'm shocked as if I've been hit directly in the head. It's like I don't understand what Howell's saying. What the hell formula to substitute for what numbers would give such a solution? I just don't understand.

But we're in battle now. I shook my head and raised my voice to avoid the foolishness of suddenly losing myself.

"- Heh, don't be ridiculous! The Queen has changed to a new form!? That may not be the end of this! There could be more next! Everyone in here could get hit like this and be wiped out!?

"- Ha! Oh, my God. But it's none of my business, is it?

"Nah......!?

I can only glance at Howell, who laughs lightly as he restarts both fists. Does this big man really not understand the situation? Or do you seriously think that when you know everything but still pass by such impotence?

"It doesn't matter what happens with that queen. I told you," brave man. "No matter what cowardly hands you use, no matter how low you grow into, [the last one alive wins] - What?

Laughing invincibly, the man speaks of that belief again. (10) A face cover with a spicy design similar to that of a shrimp coloured light spookily blinking from both eyes.

"It's the rules of this world that the one who survives wins. You say you don't talk to dead people, right? I don't know, this is a kind of [closed space]. What happened here leaks outside. Hey, I'm watching. So, what's the name of" highwayman "in the alley? Look, you said another thing earlier."

Occasionally, shrimp brilliance, similar to steam, erupts thinly from the joints of the power suit that Howell wraps around. I don't know the fine structure, but I think it's probably manipulating the whole thing by circulating Photon Blood around every corner of the suit. Maybe it runs on the same reasoning as Mr. One's "Gigantic."

"I like it, I think you're already a kid and I'm not gonna forgive you, I'm gonna kill you for real - holy shit"

Thick, low and crouched voices were not even trying to hide the joy overflowing from their hearts. A dummy voice with plenty of intent to kill rubbed his ear hole like a yasle and stabbed an ice needle in my heart.

"I mean, the brave one, I could kill you here." Lady Sword won't find out. Nobody knows me and you were here together. I mean, there's no need to be pushed away. "

At the same time as the proclamation, war erupted from the blue and black giants when the auspicious wind erupted.

I guess Howell has always been committed to not leaving any remorse as a "chase away", as the word goes. But he noticed. If this isn't the outside world, it's not even in the ruins.

This is a virtual space isolated from the outside world. Everything that happens here can only be remembered by the parties, and where it gets clogged, the resentment that comes from the murder that Howell hates, can be left intact.

Howell, who murdered me and Hannu, returned to the outside world, and I don't know where we are unless he tells me to bowl in with Mr. Villey, who also survived there. I don't know, if I shake my head and stumble, there's no basis for pursuing Mr. Villey or Mr. Karel.

So he can kill me and Hannu. He says there's nothing wrong with killing him.

"So it's Temehe first, [Beowulf]. I'll kill you first. Princess Xiaolong will send you there later, so don't worry."

"- Huh!"

The war runs against the fact that for the first time it was called "Beowulf," not "of the brave."

The air changed dramatically. Howell's releasing killer tingles chilli and all over his skin.

This is what he says. He said this time it was a real proclamation. I don't insult you as a child anymore, when I fight to kill you for real.

The ham sound leaking out of Howell's power suit gradually grows louder. The brilliance of shrimp colour that erupts from the indirect area is also gaining momentum. I find the internal pressure of the giant armor rising gnarly.

Howell, who seemed to be waiting for the time of the explosion, sang.

"Queen or annihilation? How about that? I'll bust you all together after I kill Temé. I was going to take ownership of every Michijima. If that bucket is going to kill all the giants, it's going to save us a lot of trouble, right?

……

I can't stop complaining about that sexual root, which is so greedy.

This man had no intention whatsoever of making Mr. Second or Third Class victors from the start.

"Whether all the giants get hit or not, it's easier if you think about the hassle of killing three big tits, just that you'll have one big tit to smash. Isn't that right, yeah?

I can't help but understand what Howell looks like when he talks about it with pleasure everywhere.

This guy will never get through to you, like a common sense story.

This man is the Explorer Hunt (Red Lamb) everywhere. It is only a being that kills people, offends their dignity, and deprives them of anything.

Howell no longer comes to kill me regardless of the situation. It sets me a top priority goal.

…………

Then you don't need words.

It's not a human being in front of me right now.

I don't get the word, I don't even have decent reason with me - it's just a beast (kedamono).

"- Okay, that's enough. We're done talking."

Therefore - what we need is "violence."

Howell, there's no way you're hesitant to wave that at your opponent.

Once again, I pointed the tip of Balmunk at Howell and took a straight line.

I'm finally determined to be ready.

But until this moment, [where to point it] was the problem.

So let's give up once and for all about Isanami the Underworld. I cannot expect much, but I can only hope that Mr One and the others will resume autonomously.

Yes - only at this time, it's Howell in front of me anyway.

"I don't have time. I'll just make up my mind......!

After all, nothing starts to get rid of this guy. Now I just dropped it once and I won't throw it away. I will definitely stab most of them and let them leave by the time they are done - I am so determined.

"Achilleus, Dikapur Maximum Charge"

Chanting commands to whisper, I inspire "SEAL" all over my body. Deep purple light runs on the surface of the systemic armor (Stuxx) coupled with its "SEAL", causing countless arcs to be played.

Photon Blood's Tenth Consecutive Charge. But this isn't about boosting explosive power, it's about shooting one shot at a time to make it last longer. Five seconds of power assistance per time. If you identify the timing and use it well, you should be able to fight with the benefits of the 'Power Movement' for more than a minute.

"- Ha! You've had a great time, Beowulf!! Now look at that! No additions or subtractions! I'll make you a meatbag!

Likewise, Howell exacerbates the running sound of the power suit. A shrimp glow erupts from the nozzle on your back, shoulders, or hips. A thin Photon Blood line ran through the surface of blue and black armor, drawing a geometric pattern.

I stuck Howell's steel face and threw it away while loading the SEAL output slot with the original Drill Break.

"Come on! I'll have you cleaned up in a minute!"

For a moment, the curtain of battle is cut and dropped without sound.

Me and Howell kicked the ground almost simultaneously and jumped out of momentum.