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

The words engraved a wound that was never shallow on the mind that had been struck.

"If you're gonna stand in front of me - I'm gonna poke God!

The boy of the "Divine Angel", who spoke so vauntly, took another "Big Son of the Divine Angel" - the one sent to number two - and jumped into the throne of the Queen.

Instead of having time to stop, I didn't even have time to speak up.

That's called "the throne" for convenience, but it's actually the "nucleus" of this floating island, which means that the energy is concentrated in such a way that it's not comparable to conventional magmas.

Apparently, "Beowulf, the boy of the Divine Angel, and the second" Big Man of the Divine Angel "were each dressed in bragging armor, but still nothing but suicidal acts.

No matter how many red-haired gods sent "god angels" to earth, that could have died on a boulder.

- You should have stopped it, I should have...

Beowulf and the big man disappeared, looking up at the crimson burning fire pillar, number one thinks now more like this.

But at the same time, I don't think I could have stopped it.

Especially for me, as I am now, exposed to pity: bending my knees before the queen's new powers.

- 'Cause it was, wasn't it...

I don't know who it's for, excused thoughts come up from the bottom of my mind like bubbles.

Yeah, there's no way you can win.

Because it's God over there.

It is the undisputed 'God with Red Hair' that created this world and nurtured all life.

How can the presence of the created side turn against the Creator? How can inferior organisms beat superior beings?

In retrospect, have I ever been, quite hilarious?

If you didn't know your enemies, you wouldn't know yourself, you'd be a frog in the well.

Yep, until just now, I didn't even know who I was supposed to defeat was the Creator, and I was foolishly breathing, 'It's up to me to defeat the Queen and become the King'.

That's all I felt confident in my arm. I believed that my heavenly destiny as a chosen one was bestowed on me, which was not comparable, such as brothers such as the second and third classes.

But how's it going?

The monster who had always assumed it was an obstacle to be defeated was actually God himself listening to the legend - just turning out that, didn't everything collapse?

When I could fight myself, when I could get over it, I had no doubt that I would believe that because I assumed that the Queen was a 'monster of the trials'.

I can't even remember my face anymore, because I believed that it was the "trials" that my father had prepared to make me the owner of the island, not the second or third class - that's what I believed.

But it wasn't.

It wasn't.

The power of the 'Queen', who appeared true, was more than I could have imagined.

Anyway, even the proud sword that gave way directly from his father melted like candy.

I think number one.

Right now, I'm only safe because I was wearing protective equipment with "protection from fire". Otherwise, not only the flesh of this giant, but even the Spirit (Mita), the "nucleus", would have disappeared.

The fact that the sword my father gave me lost to the flame of the Creator also means that it was decided from the beginning that I could not win -.

It was a matter of policy, this.

If he was destined to win the trials and become king, the sword his father gave him would never have lost to the flames of God or anything else.

Yes, at that moment - at the same time as the sword, number one broke my heart.

- It's God over there. I decided to lose to that god, no, we...

It was an offering.

It was a sacrifice, dedicated to a red-haired god.

Therefore, I know exactly why I have fought with my younger brothers so far.

I see, it is satisfactory.

Sacrifice, etc., is decided that the better the better.

My father had decided a long time ago. I was limited. Our own brothers.

It was a stark lie to give up ownership of the island to one of the three. I didn't mean to do that or any other fine dust. It was just bait. To make poor sons like Nos. 1, 2 and 3 care about them.

Not knowing that they would be sacrificed, the fools reached for their bait.

And I've been running till today. As for a horse with a carrot hanging in front of him.

As a result, we finally have all the conditions that are just enough for sacrifice. The three sons always polished their own "alien powers" and qualified to be eaten by God.

So, "The angel of God descended into the lower realm.

To dedicate the first and third men to the altar of God.

This was the ritual for today.

So I have no choice.

This is how you get on your knees.

You sure about that?

――

I was so stunned that my heart bounced by [my own voice] whispered inadvertently in a corner of my head.

I know it's an illusion. But I did hear it. My voice is in my hearing.

Really? I thought.

I was wondering if that's really okay.

…………

At the end of his gaze, the black-haired beast god rocks his flaming hair. The form is drastically changed compared to when it was' Queen '. The musculoskeletal flesh no longer seems more appropriate to call it' emperor 'than' queen '.

For some reason, the emperor "did not move at all from near the throne and stood on a bar. Was it the last time Beowulf, the angel of God, took the big man and jumped into the throne?

It was as if an attack had been made on Beowulf to prevent them from approaching the throne, but it was also lightly smitten, and as soon as they disappeared into the crimson firepillar, they became adults.

Speaking of which, that's what happened when you were still a 'queen' - and number one reminds me.

When I approached the throne, myself or one of the second or third class, it emerged from the fire pillar and was in a combat position. And when the battle of the brothers triplets + the 'Queen' falls into adhesion, they leave the 'Throne' without anyone, but then that one returns to the fire column as a cat tired of playing.

Same thing this time.

I have not yet returned to the interior of the throne, but of course this one, the red-haired God does not try to get his hands on the second or third class sitting a little further away, just like himself.

It's as if we're not in sight, like we are.

- What the hell is that...?

As now, such questions crossed the back of my brain.

The appearance is the very God of the Redhead, the Creator who listens to the Word. I didn't think "red hair" was referring to red lotus flame, but as a being beyond my imagination, the figure was engraved on my chest.

To divine appearance, overwhelming power.

The supreme god that unites the universe, which emerged from the mythology.

You sure about that?

――

To [my voice], which echoed in my brain again, number one trembles my body loudly.

No heart or now the suspicion sounded bigger than the first one.

Really? I thought.

Do you really think so?

As soon as I admit so, once again, I have a voice that rings in my head.

Now it wasn't one of its own, it was the voice of a certain boy.

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

That's right.

Sure, that boy, that's what Beowulf said. I was desperately complaining.

When I first heard him say it, I thought, 'What are you talking about?' Don't be silly, "you, the angel of God, must know best, that's a red-haired god, no matter how you look at it, it's not just about appearance, it's all about power -.

But if you think calmly like this, those words are weird.

That boy is an "angel of God." It's God's use. I mean, it's God's direct report with red hair.

That is what Beowulf said, that 'that' is not God.

…………

It's a big contradiction. The use of God, denying God, etc.

But wait.

If he is an "angel of God," he must have seen what God really is. Unlike myself, who only knows what God looks like in his word, he must have seen the Creator immediately with his eyes.

The fact that he called out his presence there 'not God' means...

- No, are you...?

Slowly, as soon as the stone molar turns, the first thought circuit that had stopped starts to move.

- "I knew this guy wasn't a god."... That's what you said. "I knew it... I mean, at first sight, then I'm not sure, so I got some confirmation...?

Number one reminds me of Beowulf's behavior. What was he doing before he threw up that dialogue?

- I was fighting a red-haired god and carving scratches into that giant...?

Yes, it was scratched. God, who was supposed to be omnipotent, was being hurt and bled by the "angel of God", who was supposed to be a servant.

……

Impossible. That must not be possible.

The red-haired god is "absolutely."

God is supposed to be invincible.

It can never get scratched.

- Oh, I mean...!?

Beowulf is right.

The monsters over there are not gods or anything like that.

Reminiscent of a red-haired god, but [something else].

……

That's why.

So was Beowulf screaming like this too?

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

He said it was someone he could take down.

Never "absolutely" or "invincible," he said.

He said he was the one who could take him down with these hands.

Too much for now, but number one finally understood.

So he asked.

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

Such a power of my own.

I felt sorry for myself, afraid, and bent my knees.

Even so, I stupidly said this back to him.

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

I can't do that, I can't do that - it was a spill from that feeling. The sword of love, which should have been the source of confidence, has no shadow to see, and all that remains of itself is the "Moon and Night Seeing" - but only the "eyes that just look good. There was no way I could do anything, and I didn't feel like I could do anything.

To such an issue, Beowulf has nevertheless overlaid the appeal.

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

That's what the boy said, as if he could see through our hearts.

Don't be cowardly.

It is not weapons that are needed to fight, but more importantly "will."

My heart tells me that the will to fight is the greatest weapon.

But that's bullshit - and I thought number one at that time.

Beautiful things are good for hearing loss. Besides, I know that it is beautiful to value spiritual rather than material things, as number one.

But look, take that monster.

Whether that is God by analogy or the Creator, it makes no difference that he has immense power.

Face that head-on and you die. It is decided to die.

It's like jumping off a cliff alive, trying to fight something like that. No mercy, no forgiveness. Just the way it is, I die. It kills me ruthlessly, without any blame whatsoever.

frightened himself that way, but Beowulf stirred up his voice absurdly.

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

The provocation resonated in No. 1's mind more than bad encouragement.

I thought you didn't feel sorry for me.

I wondered what your readiness was to that extent, keeping the big language spectacular.

If you only have such a small pride, tell them to stay and decay.

I even felt they were saying that.

But still, there was no fire in No. 1's fighting spirit.

The power of a giant beast with flaming hair seemed so overwhelming.

Then Beowulf mentioned something this one never dreamed of.

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

That seemed too absurd and too absurd.

We all fight. Join forces with someone - I never even had that idea in my life.

And so, it was as if I didn't understand.

The very thought circuit that led to the idea, rather than the idea.

Why did you think that? How could you say such a thing?

For No. 1, there was too little clue, and that was a suggestion equal to the sound of an unknown organism.

Even so.

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

Confident, the boy even let him grip his fist vigorously.

My own recommendations are the best way to go, but as if to say.

And did Beowulf get the response of the synod to his own dialogue, even more condescending?

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

Should I say sorry or what? The boy's mouth broke off there. For the great man of the angel of God, who came under number two, was attacked by Beowulf.

Since then, Beowulf, who focuses on fighting, has not called here or incited anything.

But the only one on this scene, number one, was hearing the boy's words without saying a word.

It wouldn't have sounded second or third class. Because Beowulf's voice was coming through a dedicated line (hotline) set up between him and No. 1.

And.

Finally, [that dialogue] popped into my ear.

"If you're gonna stand in front of me - I'm gonna poke God!

Amazingly enough myself, the boy's words struck him hard in the chest of No. 1.

No, I didn't just hit it. Furthermore, it is no exaggeration to say that I put up my nails and scratched them.

Finally, the boy disappeared into the throne, accompanied by a big man, after an ambitiously affirmed proclamation.

It was a decisive break-in.

Probably not going back alive.

But even if I could no longer see him, the scar left on my chest remained painful and never subsided.

The pain of the wound, never shallow, carved out by the boy, eventually becomes a vivid pain.

The pain then becomes fever.

Only then did the fever go flaming.

――……

If you noticed, there was a strong fire on the chest of number one.

I can no longer hear myself asking if that's really okay.

I don't even have to ask.

Because the answer is already there.

- I don't know, there is...

My heart trembles.

My soul has a fever.

- I don't know, there's something...!

Hot blood runs through my cold body. circulating. The heat of the blood tide instantly rose and began to boil.

Yellow and green rays emerge on the vermilion skin of No. 1, drawing a geometric pattern. Strength came back on my hands and feet. Grab both hands and put some effort into your hips.

A blue and white flame lights in both eyes, increasing the fire as if to show the will of No. 1.

Standing on his right leg, he cages his temper in his lower body as he inspires himself to speak to himself.

"- Do it, let's do it...!

I got up.

No weapons, no power, no skill.

But number one stood up.

To the heat of a burning soul, to be impelled.

"To, brother...?

"Amy......"

Time to just wait for ruin as a sacrifice - a blank that was shared as an implicit understanding. A mild surprise of the second and third class is sent to the first one who stood up there.

I don't have a fever just in case you two do. Naturally. If it wasn't stirred up from Beowulf like No. 1, it's not a personality that originally had a lot of hegemony.

Therefore it shall be in the realm of No. 1, which is the brother, that they shall rise up.

"- Hey, second and third class. Oh dear... are you sure this is it?

……

In response to an abrupt, but abstract, inquiry, the two second- and third-class men, who were kneeling down to the ground, leaned their necks suspiciously.

The first one is blind to my younger brothers, and I still have a straight view of the "queen who is benevolent on the side of the throne - no, if she no longer looks like a female (mesh) and is not a god, should that also be called a king and a underworld king?"

Once I was ready, it was a strange thing, and where did I feel sad until just now, I even started laughing. number one, heh, distorts a huge mouth compared to a human,

'Apparently, we can't beat that monster. That fucking father must have fucked it up. Well, I got cancer surrounding countless concubines. I mean, you and I, we were both a good sacrifice. I don't even think of my son as my son, is that really what my fucking father is going to do, yeah?

The meat on my cheeks clung unknowingly to the painful irony, including my own. I only pretend to be strong and slap lightly, but mental injuries can't even be deluded. Even the thought of spinning words couldn't stop me from trembling in the bottom part.

"... Father...!

"... Totally, honey..."

You remembered your father from the first story, and the second and third classes cloud their faces, respectively.

To such younger brothers, No. 1 moved his tongue with the intention of contagion of his present mood.

'... but don't you think that's why I'm not even stepping in to do what that fucking father thinks I am? Oh, yeah. You don't care. I don't care what you think. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care... Huh!

The more you say it, the hotter the flame lights on your chest, and the bigger it burns up. It's as if they're fueling it.

- Oh, you're absolutely right, Master Beowulf...! What you don't care about eating, you don't care what's wrong!

I'm not here anymore. "For the boy of the Divine Angel, number one calls on his heart.

No matter how much I could be hunted down, no matter how much I saw a difference in strength, that boy never gave up. I never stopped fighting.

Now I know. I'm sure in him too, [such a flame] was burning up helplessly. Therefore, he did not stop. I didn't get on my knees.

"- Number two, third class. I'll do it. That thing is not a red-haired god. It looks like shit, but it's nothing. Master Beowulf was proving it earlier. I can't take that bastard down. He's not the other guy. Hit him and he'll blow up, slash him and he'll bleed. If that was a god, it wouldn't be a nun. That's Nicemon. If you're not God...... [I can kill you]. I'm sure you are. '

Squeeze both fists so tight that there is a sound with the guitar, and the first declares. As an indication of its will, the 'moon-night view' of both eyes burned violently and set up a horn-like fire pillar.

…………

No response from 2nd and 3rd class. I look at No. 1 in a dazed or frightened manner. Maybe I doubt my brother's sanity. I came here and wondered if I had finally gone seriously crazy -.

But if you find out, throw up number one.

Such a thing is now. Of the three brothers, only one was always an excommunicator. Can you come all the way here and care about their eyes?

"Oh, you can stand up. Stand up and fight. What? As a boss or a cancerous cora '

With a glance at the second and third classes, No. 1 shrugs his jaw and demands.

"Are you going to sacrifice yourself as much as your fucking father sees fit? If you can't beat that monster, is it useless to just resist? Don't be ridiculous. '

Turn your burning eyes straight to the Pluto, and number one explodes your emotions all at once.

"I'm not talking about the heat! Fight, till the end! Oh yeah, we fight till the end! Stand up, second and third class! You think it's okay for me to die like this? Do you think it's okay for me to be eaten like nothing else? I don't know!!

I didn't know, my arms were moving with my clenched fist intact. Open your mouth, turn your throat away, and number one growls.

■■■■■■■■■■■■■――

It is the roar of war (Walkley) that bursts out of the mouth of the ghost.

"We weren't born to sacrifice! You didn't just live to be eaten by a guy like that! I bet you are! Yeah, dude! '

Resurrection in the back of the brain is days to this day. I've fought and competed like every day. In retrospect, I also think the presence of my brothers was giving me tension in my life on this narrow island. Yes, paradoxically enough, it's only a theory of results, but our brothers have lived in support of each other. It was with each other that we were able to continue to grow.

How can I say that it was all a pointless illusion that it was the preparation for such a monster's sacrifice?

I can't accept it.

There's no way you can admit it.

The thought of burning and rolling inside the sternum becomes a hot word.

"Don't you regret it, Temehe and the others! He licked us all the time. He's got cancer! Stand up, man! Still squatting with your head doesn't solve anything! We just have to stand and fight! Me and you!

When the fierce screamed off, the core of his head cooled as soon as he could. Apparently, he threw up everything he wanted to say.

Phew, exhale, number one flips and releases a toned mindfulness.

'... but, well, if you don't mind, you two can run. I'll take care of that thing right here. In the meantime, you must flee to the ground. The result may not be the same, but you're going to be eaten by such a monster, or you're going to have a bad end. "

As much as I know on number one, I would have noticed both number two and third class. Even if we could escape this underground space, this is a small island that floats in solitude in the sky. There is no escape in the true sense.

If that Pluto sucks all the lifeblood of the island, eventually this earth will collapse and decompose in the air. At that time, instead of ourselves, all life that lives in the woods, rivers and seas will perish.

"... no... then even your brother..."

The second thought that finally opened my mouth was still passive even through this period. I don't know how. Unlike the third class, number two is a personality that cannot be described as originally belligerent. It also appears wordy.

No. 1 quietly shook his head sideways and rejected No. 2's suggestion.

'I told you. I fight here. Fight and die. Fight through to the end and die on it. Don't get me wrong, it's nothing. If we're going to fight anyway, I'm just going to buy you some time to escape. I fought and you ran away. If you want to sit there and watch my fight. Whatever it is, it's up to you where and how you die. I don't know. I don't know.

Knock, throw up, number one moves your legs one step forward.

Just a step. But you can't take it unless you're ready, take a big step.

"I will die here. Until the end, you fight and you fight, you fight and you die. That's what I live for. That's what I decided. If you're not running, take a good look. One flashy flower of life, let's bloom it."

Declaring so with an invincible grin on his chest, No. 1 walked out in majesty. As long as you decide to be ready to die, you no longer have anything to fear. Remaining unarmed, he proudly turns his chest and walks straight toward the Pluto.

"-Ma, wait, brother!

Don't stop! This is the sunny stage of my generation! I mean, hey, don't put a cross spear in it!

Tension rose unusually because of the high proclamation of determination as well, and No. 1 caught on and shook off the second voice of restraint to Da Zheng. In the corner of my head, I said well, "Don't put in the cross spear" just because number two is getting the spear, and I fucking laugh.

but.

'No, you're not, you idiot! Don't stop it, the other way around! Just wait, you stupid brother!

'... what?

Where did the weak voice go until just now, when I suddenly stopped at the angry second sword screen, more uncomfortable than surprised.

At this point, I was fortunate not to move unless the Pluto approached me from here, but No. 1, watered by the mood because of it, looks back fed up.

'... hey, the other way around. What do you mean, you fucking cunt. - Did you say stupid twice earlier, Temee?!?

"Ng too! Because I'm reviewing it, I wonder if you could stop that terrible insult! Pump! '

"... I guess I am, too, but it's so funny..."

I'm totally freaked out by the second one back to my usual condition, but I decide to think it's a good thing that I'm feeling better. At least you'll die in a better mood than you are heartbroken and depressed like you did just now.

"So, what can I do for you? I'm telling you, I'm going to decorate the last flower path... '

'That's why I'm telling you to wait, because it's the last time, just listen to my little brother. Hey, third class, you think so, don't you?

'... yeah. I agree with you. Number two, this is the time, you know, that [important story]... I think we should keep it'

When the second waved the story, the third class synchronized in a somewhat strange manner. Even as he faces the constant appearance of the three men, No. 1 parrots back the words he cares about.

"... important story, huh?

What the hell are we going to talk about in this situation, which is either eaten by the Pluto or the island collapses or is imperative for total annihilation?

One nod, two nods, yeah, into the listening position.

'... your brother's ready, I get it. Honestly, I'm very surprised. I can't believe your brother has grown so brilliantly. I didn't even think it was dew. "

"Oh, I agree with you there! I didn't think you'd get up first, either! Ahahahahahaha! That's too rare for me. I feel a little sick!

Contrary to No. 2, which cages the sense of universe and spins the word, the third class, back in its usual shape, laughs at Kerakera and points to the best.

"Hey Cora......!

It was when I got up to yell at him because I obviously felt like he was being ridiculed.

'- So I'll tell you [the truth], brother. You and I, in fact... we weren't after ownership of this island. "

'... what?

Some frustration and other light blows to an over-expected confession.

'Look, there must have been a rule your father made, right? "The first person to defeat the Queen can take ownership of the island." It's a lie, actually. "

That would be, I thought first. Because it was just a sacrifice for me and my younger brothers. I realize that all the ownership of the island is a lie, and as for number one, I was going to talk about it.

'... no, I already know that...'

'No, you're not, brother. You're mistaken. That's not what I'm trying to say.

"Ah?"

[There] Otherwise, [where] it is, and the second begins to explain it in turn.

"There's a difference in perception between you and me. I repeat, listen carefully. You and I [knew from the beginning] that the" story about ownership of the island "was a lie. See, there's a difference between you and me."

'... what? Oh, no, hey,' cause, hey... ahh? So, hey... hmm?

Turns out a clear [uneven] was presented, but I can't chew it well in my head, and number one is confusing.

Twist your head and simply summarize.

No. 1 just realized that the story about ownership of the island was a lie.

But instead of noticing from the beginning, the second and third classes [knew]. I mean, I knew with certainty that the ownership of the island was demanding.

'- Hey, wait, so I mean... ah? I mean, what... no way...'

To the first, and the second, leaking a pressing caveat, nods, yes.

'Your father told me everything. So, "the first person who defeated the' Queen 'really believed in the story that he could gain ownership of the island was brother number one... you were alone, right? - Ugh."

Do it, and number two shrugs his shoulders and smiles with tea glare. Almost at the same time, the third class also said, 'Nyahaha!' and laughed like a prank-loving cat.

No. 1 peels her eyes and marvels at the collapse of the grand premise that the sun floating in the sky was actually a giant bulb.

'- hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!? What the heck?!?

■■■■■■■■■■■■■――

A cry of a very different kind than the earlier voice of war (Walkley) burst out of the mouth of the Red Ghost. Rather, because it was close to double the volume earlier, "so much so that the Pluto, who was standing on the side of the throne, reacted, pointing his pure white eyes at No. 1. Fortunately, I just turned around and didn't move any further though.

"Duh, what do you mean? Hey, no, no, no, no!?

'So, you and I were just told by your dad to get out of your way - ahahahahahahaha!

"Haaaaaa!? Get out of my way!? What do you mean, Kola!?

Likewise, No.1 exhales an uncontrollable rage at the third class, who laughs at the ceiling of the underground space, not just saying, "Zamami."

number two interrupts there,

'In short, the battle so far has been [a trial just for brother number one], so... Brother One has to defeat the Queen to succeed her father, but we stand in the way of such a brother's growth - that's the point. Of course, I couldn't have been enlightened, so you and I were acting like brothers to see the purpose of defeating the queen, right?

"Er, Second Chan, did you? I was just playing without thinking."

"Oh, third class, if you... well, still, it looks like your brother didn't even notice, maybe the result is something called O'Rei? Ugh."

…………

One loses words to the kind of impact that heaven and earth have turned upside down.

I've been making mistakes.

Of course I thought that my brother's second and third class were fighting for ownership of the island. I assumed that was natural, and I didn't doubt it.

But the truth was different. He said he was the only one seeking ownership of the island, and his two younger brothers existed only to get in his way like that. I'm not at all willing to go out and take hegemony over myself, which is my brother, just to, even, hold this way back.

"... are you serious..."

'Oh, I'm sorry, brother. - But I'm serious.'

"Yeah, Maggie!

Both the second and third classes relentlessly endorse the grunting first.

But in retrospect, there were certainly many points to be made. Even though those in possession of the island are equal to the rights of the other two biocides, neither the second nor the third class, when it comes to it, ever tried to fight seriously. Always, every time No.1 approached the Queen, he interrupted her in good time, because of which he had to withdraw.

I see, I'm convinced.

If you say that [getting in the way of No. 1] rather than getting the Queen's neck was your top priority goal, then many of those nasty disruptions were certainly brilliant. It should have been inevitable to use "Moon and Night Seeing", an alien with number one in reason.

'So it seems like your brother tried to get it wrong, but it was up to you, brother number one, to inherit ownership of this island from the beginning, wasn't it? You and I were told that by your father. [M] "I'm going to interrupt his trial until number one is the man you deserve to be."

"Yeah, yeah!

"But if you're my brother, you're short, you're ironless, you have a bad mouth, you have a loud voice, and your legs don't look stinky, do they? As someone who stands above us, I still can't admit it. Wow, I thought... '

My desire to say back to the bad-mouthed on-parade that I can fold up springs up mucky, but I decide that apparently the story is rolling in a good direction, and number one endures pinching my mouth.

Huh, and number two exhales a meaningful sigh,

'-But honestly, I was paralyzed by my brother earlier. What are you talking about? I thought it was too tight. Especially "If you don't know why, you two can run. I'm here to stop you from eating that monster - and I'm here for the dialogue. Wow... Well, you can hold me."

"Hey, don't talk ill..."

For what [my brother] said beyond degrees, I had to put a penetration into the boulder.

"Ma, it was cool before that, and my brother was growing up unexpectedly...... so I insisted. You can stand on top of us if you want. Hey, third class?

"I know, I know -! I hate to compliment you, but that was seriously cool earlier -!

The sense of urgency when I cut that heap at the heart is now completely ruined, but I don't know if I know that or not, the second and third classes agree and nod, yeah, yeah.

Nevertheless, it is also true that I do not feel praised and bad. It is extra emotional to think, among other things, that this may be the last conversation we have with our brothers.

"... hey, right..."

But I honestly couldn't thank him enough for interrupting my natural personality, and number one could only rub it under my nose with my right index finger.

'... so I officially admit, brother number one - no, [Master number one]. That you will be third class [above] with me. From this moment on, the two of us will be at your disposal. Nice to meet you, please guide me'

"Please -!

I thought it had changed abruptly, because the second and third classes were all there to correct their residence on the spot and even to the ground toward this one, so I had to look up to them as number one.

'Oh, hey...? Oh, my God, you're disgusting! What's [Master One]!? What's wrong with you guys?

I fear I lost my sanity before the inevitable death, but the blue ghost and the green ghost did not break their polite posture.

'As you have not been informed, this is the rule of our clan. The people of the clan follow a single chief... and that is the iron code. Regarding this, I apologize for all the disrespect to this day. Please forgive me.'

'Forgive me -!

'Oh, hey, what the... Hey, it's too sudden...'

Regardless of the third class who is just following the words of his second son and reciting them, the second one, which changed his gallery, attitude and voice, is pretty disgusting. Number one couldn't hide the confusion in the first look at his brother, who would be dating for many years.

"- Then, Master One, the situation is the situation as we cross paths. As far as I'm concerned, I'm in awe of the red-haired god, but if that thing is fake, it will definitely annihilate... please accept our [horn] here.

"Please take it -!

"What? Of?... Huh?

I can't keep up with No. 1's head on unilateral sudden developments. but to look at it from the mouthfeel, it seems that even the second to the third class grasp it depends on the matter.

Number two raises the face and explains it in a quiet tone.

'There's no reason why you don't know. but remember often. Our father had countless horns, didn't he? That was actually acquired not by birth, but by acquired means'.

I can't even remember my face barely, but I only remember that there were horns growing on my father's head that I couldn't make it with my fingers on both hands.

The number of corners represents the magnitude of the force. I thought he was born, and that's why he became king of the clan.

'Ko, acquired... I mean... my dad was getting horns from other guys, you mean...?

'Exactly. The chiefs of history, and all the kings, have given way to, or robbed, horns from the people of the clan, strengthening their power. Master One, you have a [duty] to do the same'

"My... duty..."

Not rights, obligations. That's what Number Two said. If so, it is easy to imagine that his attitude now would also be an obligation of the same lineage.

I don't know because I've never heard of it, but anything that comes under the Chiefs has to be given a horn as a sign of it - and I guess it's also a decision.

But then all of a sudden, if you suddenly "horn" - if you suck at it, you're told to accept something that's not an exaggeration to call your own identity, and yes, there's no way you can snort.

"Kake, but if you get it, you..."

To the hesitant first, the second overlapped the words in a harsh tone.

"Master One, this is a trial prepared by Father. In other words, it is the" way "you need to reign as king. If you hold a third horn with me here, I'm sure the beast over there will be equipped with just enough power to beat you. It was all decided… so it would be called muscle to calculate '

I have to admit that the second thing makes sense, the first.

Earlier, No. 1 speculated that this situation was' a sacrifice of their own ', but No. 2 further thinks that' the Queen has changed to the Underworld King in order to create a situation where she would have to give her two brother horns to her brother '. And I guess that discussion is right to listen.

It's like - on the contrary, this situation is totally obscured. Now that we're ready, it's time for Number One to receive the horns from his younger brothers and fulfill his responsibilities as chief.

'... really, you guys, is that all right...?

Number one dared to speak up about a well-known question with answers.

Or maybe it was the sweetness of No. 1 and at the same time a cruel "declaration request".

Listening to 'Jesus' straight out of their brother's mouth would reassure No. 1 and, at the same time, make them both responsible for 'doing it of their own free will'.

Knowing it or not, number two answered without getting her hair in.

'It's a stupid question. I've only lived for it to this day.'

And they sent their gaze from the second, and the nodding third class answered.

"It wasn't me - it wasn't me - it wasn't me... uh, me... yeah, I have the same answer, too, dear - Dear Number One. Naturally it is ultimate to dedicate our horns to you more than there is any other way to live. Please don't worry about it. '

"Third class..."

No. 1 was deeply shocked by the late tone of the three men. Well put, the Third Class, who was heavenly seamless and, to put it badly, sidelined, unattended, didn't want to say anything like this. I don't believe it.

But I guess that's all that meant, what my two younger brothers had been carrying was heavy. I can't even speculate on No. 1, which has been unaware of the circumstances for a long time, but I know perfectly well that the heavy pressure on their shoulders is not the majority.

I don't know, number one swallowed the saliva. A blunt noise echoes in your body.

'... ok. Let's take it, you... [Soul].'

Accepting horns - that is, nothing more than taking away the feelings of self-esteem [itself], such as the possession of the owner or the voucher. Those who give it also need to be prepared, but those who receive it need to be more prepared.

Therefore, No. 1 called it "the soul". I take it ready to bear your lives - to show your intentions.

As No. 1 pulls his jaw and nods, Nos. 2 and 3 rise and slowly walk over to his eldest brother.

Speaking of which, I notice number one. I don't see the "god angel" in black that was on the third class helmet. I was impressed because it was something that blocked my vision with scattered subtle technique, but when the hell did I disappear, there was no shadow or shape.

But now it's trivial. There is no Beowulf, no second "god angel." On top of this, where the third class of "god angels are gone, what is the obstacle? In conclusion, No. 1 bounced out of consciousness the existence of a black angel.

"- Now, please receive our horns... [Soul], Master One"

"I entrust all of us to you."

The two younger brothers no longer look like someone else in the eye of No. 1. The second and third classes, approaching his side, fell on one knee on the spot again and finally lowered their heads.

'... what do I do?

When No. 1, who did not know how to receive a corner, asked him to blink, No. 2 answered without raising his face.

'Grab our horns with that hand. From there, we will perform the ritual and give you the horn'

There doesn't seem to be a need for more cumbersome procedures, and number one is a relief to the heart. I don't like small difficult things. Besides, if I had to pull the horns off my brothers' heads with all my strength, that would be what I was going to do with it.

As I was told, slightly round your back, on the left side of the second blue corner in your right hand. Grab the green horn with only a third class bottle on your left.

As soon as possible, a lime green geometry emerged on the blue and green skin. The arousal of "SEAL", in the same color and pattern as the brothers, spilled over to the no.1 flesh grasping the horn - precisely "giant". The yellow-green glow that flows from the three brilliant crests is in tune, repeating the brightness at exactly the same time.

The glow, which represents the beating of the heart but which was so dotted that it disappeared, and which was repeated to disappear, eventually increases the rate of brightness and increases the voltage.

When it reached its peak, the flesh was spinning from the mouths of the second and third.

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The two voices were sounds, but not legitimate languages.

It didn't sound as a meaningful word to at least one hearing. That would have been the same thing in a different sense, even in the size of the "god angels" smaller than the number one now.

But the superimposed voice did work as a single command.

'Oh, oh...!

The luminosity of the first, second, and third class "SEAL" just shot out of their eyes, and the three turned into huge chunks of light for a few moments.

――……

In the subjectivity of No. 1, if you wonder if your eyes have stained bright white, suddenly, modulation has struck your own flesh.

'Ugh...!?

My hands, they're hot.

Both hands grabbing second and third class horns are as hot as holding a burnt iron stick. Yet the pain and discomfort are as if. Therefore, the muscles of the palms did not constrict at all, nor did the grip of the hands loosen at all.

Strong lime green light slightly weakens and restores vision. What I see in my eyes is not only the glowing marks all over my body, but also the appearance of my younger brothers, who even have horns on their heads that shine yellow and green.

As he stared at the sight, the corners of the second and third classes, eventually held in the hand of No. 1, began to collapse with a mole. Robust and flexible, the symbol of being a male of the clan breaks down all the glowing petals, allowing them to dissolve in the atmosphere and scatter.

Instead of disappearing, the two horns had been transferred to the body of No. 1.

'Ooh...!?

I feel uncomfortable with my head. left and right of the head and hot as the front upper part burns. The burning sensation eventually became heavy, and the newly increased tactile sensation of the site was added to the nerve network, expanding the five senses.

"This guy...!

Three convenient horns disappeared from the heads of the two younger brothers in front of me, but I have a real sense that all of them have become my own.

But the corners weren't the only ones that were transferred.

I get it.

The "sense of strength" that has only been carried in both eyes now resides in the ears and throat. The second and third class of "Genius" were transferred to No. 1 along with the horn.

That's not all. I feel an unprecedented flow of energy in my body. This is not the amount of glowing blood flow (Photon Blood) for one person. It's as if it's flowing through my flesh to the second and third degree of blood.

'- The assignment of the corner has been completed. From this, all of our powers belong to Master One. Please be fully excited'

The second word affirmed the feeling of the first. After all, not all I received were horns. With the horns, even the backbone of their power was transferred.

In other words, the power of three in one body. That, too, even responds to the fact that capacity is improving with multiplication rather than addition.

'... Whoa, whoa, are you serious...!? Shh, isn't that awesome...!

Limbs tremble at the forces that gush up from the depths of your body. A mix of excitement to awesomeness and just a little fear runs through the whole body of No. 1. Fear is a trivial fear that extra power may destroy us.

- I can win.

- This can beat that monster.

I was sure.

While feeling the power rising throughout his body, No. 1 holds his fist and looks to the majesty of the Pluto, who soars on the side of the throne.

Compared to the power of living in this body now, I was just as much a bug. That would not have even reached the feet of the Pluto. But that's a story of the past.

In the eyes that were well seen from the beginning, there are ears that are often heard, and mouths that utter the Spirit. Above all, the force of rolling inside my skin was raging around in my lungs as a beast, roaring to free me now.

'- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Stay still, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!!!

The "giant state" of accepting the power of my younger brothers will still have the urge to cut it off. To dissipate it at all, No. 1 raised a roar against his throat.

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The atmosphere vibrates billibly and resonates with a tremor that rocks the whole 'Queen's Room' where the first ones are. Speaking of which, the scale of the earthquake is gradually increasing from earlier. The island's life expectancy is not so long.

"Ah-chan - Master One, take a good look at the sword your father gave you now"

Even with a flattering attitude, the third class, which still leaves a sense of gibberish, pointed to the pattern of the red and white sword that remained in the hand of No. 1 with one knee on.

"- Am I?"

When you drop your gaze on hand as you were told, but there is one wreck there that has melted and disappeared. But...

'Better than the ex, I guess a normal weapon couldn't defeat that monster. As your "god angel" was doing, it seems that only such [light of blood] would allow an attack to pass. - But don't worry. Father knew this would happen.

Hearing the added explanation, the face of the boy, who is no longer here, comes back to life behind No. 1's brain.

"Dear Beowulf..."

Thinking of it, the words he had left behind lit the flame of courage on the chest of No. 1, and thus became the carriage that he would receive from the power of his younger brothers, and the power that would be able to fight each other against that black beast was acquired.

Thinking about it, I can tell you that the legend I've heard since I was a kid was indeed right.

- "For the brave man who defeats the Queen of Nenocuni, it is used by the red-haired God. The use gave strength to the brave.

Heritage I told Beowulf and Princess Xiaolong. Formerly from my raised mother, number one was heard many times.

It's not the same shape as I imagined, but because of the presence of the "Divine Angel," No. 1 was able to gain "strength" in this way. In this sense, it can be said that the inheritance was accurate.

Then it should also be fate for that brave man himself to defeat that monster.

'Cage your heart in the pattern left behind. Then, Master No.1 and our power will always be the blade (if we do it) against the enemy.'

'- That's good, I'll say yay yay yay yay yay yay yay!!!

Not only because there was a third class explanation, but there was wonder and certainty about the actions to be taken. [This] way, there was only an unreasonable feeling that it must [be] -

And it was rightly rewarded.

The remains of a sword held in both hands, only the pattern. Focus your consciousness on it.

"So fuck you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!!!

Rushing from his throat is a red-hot passion as a magma.

The image overlapping the sword pattern, which has become completely lighter, is, of course, the same weapon that the boy named Beowulf was waving. It was turning deep purple light into a giant blade, cutting apart the flesh of an elephant and an ant or a Pluto with more size differences, that figure.

No.1, which now produces six horns from the head - three drawing its own two-sided triangle, two buffaloes each time received from no. 2, and a long, fat one that was third-class - forcefully emits lime green light from the brilliant print of the entire body, slowly concentrating it on hand.

The brilliant glow condenses into a sword pattern held in the hand of No. 1, enhancing its brightness without ceiling knowledge. The yellow-green light eventually changed to pure white by compression, turning it into a pseudo sun that illuminated the whole 'Between Queens'.

In the palm of No. 1, there is a feeling that something is not going to come out. Like a chick in an egg was born, but it doesn't seem to come out - the sudden one crushed such a murky feeling all at once.

'Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

I can play. The glow that was compressed in the hand of No. 1 exploded and erupted as a geyser.

It stretched up instantly - exactly [blade of light].

A pure white blade stretched longer than the height of No. 1 from a sword pattern that should have lost its body. That did unleash a style that would have allowed even the giant of the Pluto to break away.

With his new power in front of him, No. 1 can't stand the laughter coming in.

'Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha! I can, I can, I can! I can slay that bastard for this...!

Oh, I laughed so hard. When No.1 put a fierce wrinkle on his nose, he peeled this one off and glanced forcefully at the underworld as he watched.

The sword of light in this hand is the same blade that the god angel Beowulf hurt him with. Even the flames of the Pluto will never dissolve, the great sword of immortality.

I no longer felt like losing.

'- You said, I'm coming! Number two, three! Oh, wait here. Oh, no!

Declare it prestigious, and the one with the sword of light walks out slightly.

"Please be victorious, Master One."

"I Wish You Long Martial Arts"

Cutting the wind with his shoulders No. 1 was pushed back by the support of his two younger brothers, but stopped inadvertently.

…………

I'm going, and the second and third classes tilt their necks at my elder brother, who suddenly stopped.

'... what is it, Master One?

When No. 2 asked as the second son, No. 1 said this without looking back, with his legs stopped.

'... I forgot to tell you. Number two, number three, don't be so disgusting. I asked you patiently earlier, [you're out too badly, Cora]. If they put off such an elegant way of talking, oh, I can't stop subivo over here. Put it back on track. "

I tell him to stop being such a jerk, and number two, he shakes his neck to the side and eats down.

'But then there is no indication to the other tribes. You have become our leader. If so, it is only natural that we pledge our allegiance, and we also express it in our attitude -'

"Ugh! I know I said," Go back! "You can't listen to the chief!

It roughly blocked the second defense, and the first slammed his anger.

To an overly forceful order, but number two pinched a lot of silence, and eventually nodded.

'... okay. Damn...... he's really strong and selfish, so your brother... Look, Third Class, you can pull your shoulder out too. "

Even as he disguised himself as an insubordinate, he stood up giggling, and urged the third class beside him to do likewise. Then the third class broke his face,

"Oh, really?!? Yay! Uh, shoulder to shoulder. Oh, my God, you're such a real nigga. '

Take off the armor of perseverance without slight hesitation, and turn your shoulders dauntingly as you raise your hips, third class. To that attitude, there were no shards left of politeness until just now.

The first, confirmed only by voice to return the palms of his younger brothers, still turns around and engraves an invincible grin on his mouth. Heh, and lift up the edge of your lips,

"Yeah, yeah, that's fine."

When I put that to my satisfaction, I stepped forward again.

Grasp the sword of light in both hands and gradually increase the rotational speed of your feet. Eventually it will be a small run, and the first more will accelerate.

This is the last fight.

But I don't think it's the 'end of the line' anymore.

Defeat that monster and you will prevent the collapse of the island, and both fame and fame will make you the head of the clan.

Most importantly, now that my younger brothers have divided their powers, now that they have recognized themselves as their chief - number one has a duty to protect them.

There's no way I'm gonna die congratulating you for not fulfilling that role. Even if this body tries to smash, you can never lose.

- I'll protect you, the island, you!

Two blue columns of fire burned from both eyes of running No. 1 with tremendous determination in his chest. It's the flame of the Devil's Eye "Moon and Night". A flame of the same color then also shakes from his sharp, pointed ears. It's an alien who took over from third class.

"-WWWWWRRRR...!

At last, the Pluto moved out against No. 1, which fills the distance upright. Blink with white scorching eyes, shoulder up and intercept. The flame of red lotus covering the whole body of the black hair burned as opposing hairs.

'Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

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Raise your voice as you speak to yourself and thrust into momentum. It's an almost abandoned assault with a great sword of light in the upper stages.

"-WWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

roared high as the Pluto responded. From the jaw (after) of the beast. Spill who, while ripping abundant flaming hair. Both of those arms swung up violently,

"WWWWWRRRRRROOOOOOO!!

It was swung down as it crossed to draw the X mark.

――

Just as when he fought Beowulf, the space through which the arms of the Pluto passed creates a flame and turns it into a rage.

A giant flamethrower was shot out.

"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!

Fuck you for eating this, but the Pluto roared as if to say it. - No, that's actually what he says. It is with such willingness that we are roaring.

- I know, I know, Kola...!

One thinks as he stares at a huge mass of flames more than he does, flying straight to this one.

Until earlier, I didn't think anything of hearing him bark, but now I know. The ear abnormality that the third class gave me sensitizes me to the particulates of emotion and will contained in that voice and tells me what intent it contains.

That's not all.

- This way!

The sharpened hearing even taught us the flying orbit of the flamethrows unleashed by the Pluto. No. 1 steps to the left while running, quickly avoiding direct hitting courses. As long as you're wearing this armor with "Fire Protection" on it anyway, you're going to walk away from it on your own with some flames and stuff. Avoidance exercise is minimal.

"- Huh!"

In fact, flame bullets like Oyama roared up and passed right near No. 1, but the damage was zero. Of course, the edge of the fireball, which was past enormous, swept away to stroke the whole body of No. 1, but the 'protection' of the armor worked perfectly and only felt as if it were a breeze or something.

- Wow, that's awesome, this guy...!

Running, I can't help but admire the tremendous alienation of my brother. It's a strange expression, but there's a feeling that [I can see the sound] - or [touch the sound] in the first issue right now.

Yes, the ears are not the only ones where the power of the alien is being exerted. The whole body was. Sound is the tremor of the atmosphere, the vibration of the air. The skin of the whole body nowadays no. 1 became in itself an excellent acoustic sensor, enough to even sense the flow of air.

- You're so good at getting in my way, Third Class Conoya Row!

Those three men always [grabbed] the world with this feeling. It wasn't like I was good at it. I'm not the same person who just has good eyesight. He was aware of everything in all directions, even though this one could only sense what was in his sight. That's the equivalent of having eyes on your back, or more perceptual abilities. I am also convinced that I chose a long-range attack weapon for my gain.

- If my "Moon and Night" matches this guy, I can't read it. There's no attack, Olah!

"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

A meddling king, knowing he had been avoided a blow all over his body, goes on and waves his arms. Whenever the left and right auspicious arms are swung in a messed up orbit, a mass of fiery fire consumes space.

Serial.

It bursts to the ground just behind it, mass produced to continue to stand as flamethrows of the same magnitude in deep craters, and pours down simultaneously in the rush of No. 1.

"Can you hit it? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Sound the roar of temper and number one kicks the ground. All the orbits of the flame streak unleashed by the Pluto are 'visible' and 'audible'. No matter, even the route that completely dodges them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What's the matter, heap! If I regret it, I can't believe it!

I can jump like a dancer and dance like a curse. When I can afford it, I will finally wave the sword of light, slashing fireballs that exceed twenty melts in diameter. Flame shells with high internal pressure as if they had a physical mass will cease to hold their shape as soon as they are broken off, self-destructing and exploding.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! I'm over here, Olaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Flying around Jun Min and wielding a blade of light as long as a spear, No. 1 was clearly on track. But that's not impossible either. Your body is light as if you were reborn. This would also be the effect of being transferred second or third class horns. When you say you're as light as a feather, your hands and feet are stronger than ever and respond exactly to the number one will.

"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!

The speed of the flames of the Pluto rose visibly. Rotate your arms like wheels no longer and shoot out lumps of fire with the momentum of the settlement. Even the imminent flame flow was not an exaggeration to say 'tsunami', as a result of a series of huge ones and increased density.

But.

'Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The great wall pressed, but every now and then, to the fiery rage, No. 1 confronted him head-on.

A blade of light that stretches out of a sword pattern held in both hands. Swing that up a lot, swing it down all at once.

Slash.

A pure white sword light drew a vertical one-letter orbit, cutting off the space itself.

The flame flows, it cracks.

As if the river were to be divided into two forks, the flame radiation of the Pluto was torn in two, using as its starting point the space where the slashing of No. 1 ran. The slaughter trajectory continues to remain there for a while, cutting off flaming torrents as if it were a blade in itself.

Eventually, when the flaming runoff broke, there was the figure of the Pluto, who stopped moving like a mockery, on the bar.

No. 1 further burned the "moon-night view" of both eyes, his mouth wide open, and a blue and white flame also sprayed up from the back of his throat as the whale tide.

"Temehe, stop right there!

The Word Spirit ran.

The incredible "voice" burst from the throat of No. 1 rushes through the space at the same speed as the sound and is attacked by the Pluto.

"WWWWRRRRR -!?"

Invisible pressure instantly goosed the whole body of the Pluto. The black beast, who stunnedly opened his white-burning eyes, groaned, but couldn't move a single finger. Even the red lotus flame covering the body's surface rocked unreliably as if it had been blown by a strong wind.

This power is also an alien inherited from my brother, number two. Because I have experienced it many times on my own, I know how nasty and immense this power is in No. 1.

- You can't move, it's depressing! I used to eat that in front of Temehe all the time.

I want to scream delightfully. But this moment is a thousand opportunities. I put up with it a lot more, and No. 1 accelerated my legs.

Pack your time at once.

I am a giant, but the Pluto is more gigantic than that. Height alone has more than double the opening. The head, which would be his biggest steeple, is far above the ground, so we need to drop that part first.

He set the sword of light on the lower level and swung it up all at once in an orbit that stroked the ground with a cut-top.

"Oruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Raise the screaming roar, and cut off one leg of the Pluto when Oki. The blade, shining in pure white, entered softly as it cut hard hair like iron, and turned down the flesh and bones of the Pluto as if it were tofu or something.

"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Blue and white liquid splashes from the wound. With one leg cut off diagonally from half, the Pluto began to fall sideways, disfigured while tied to the Spirit of the Word.

But...

"-WWWWWWRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Something that would fall like this, or my body wrapped in black hair swelled up, and I pulled the restraint of the Word Spirit a thousand times with all my might, as I had done myself once. Put your hands in the direction of the fall with your freedom restored, and only avoid falling asleep on the ground.

"- Ha, nice outfit, motherfucker!

The Pluto, who is supporting the giant by losing one leg and even sacrificing one of his arms, is no longer but a dead body. The head, which was the purpose, was in between swords too far enough, and if you had a number one arm, such as dropping your neck like this, you wouldn't have made it.

There are about three steps from standing number one to where you can chop off the head of the Pluto. Number one bends his knees wide and kicks the ground forcefully.

One, two, three.

"WWWWORRRAAAAAA!!

Crimson.

Suddenly, No. 1's vision was stained with red lotus flames.

"Na-!?"

Then an intense impact that runs all over your body. Stupid, impossible. The armor you are wearing is covered and most flames should be avoided.

Yet.

"- Huh!?

No. 1 discovers himself blowing up the universe. That too, with the whole body on fire. The armor's "Fire Protection" is not working.

- Oh, it's possible. Yeah, yeah, yeah!?

Screaming in my heart, my limbs move to get in a landing position. I controlled my posture like dancing in the air with butterflies and only avoided crashing into the ground while I was somehow defenseless.

"- Oh, no, no, no, no!

Step on both legs and land, sliding the soles of your feet to exude inertia. At the same time the trunk was in order, a blue and white flame emanated from the back of his throat, releasing the Spirit of Word.

Go away!

The subject is the flame that surrounds him. Strong spirits embody the image of the user as it is. The fierce fire, which covered the Zhu "giant state" of No. 1, was extinguished so that it was scattered in the wind blown from the inside of the armor.

"Yeah, fuck you! What the fuck?

The number one, which burns black all over his body and causes white smoke to rise, shook his head and then glared at the person who blew himself away.

The Pluto has one leg amputated and remains with one hand on the ground. What's just different from earlier is its head - a bunch of flames that were so rich that it was confused whether it was hair.

"Ahhh...?

deformed. Until now, the flaming hair of the lion's hyena was divided into several rooms, each moving differently like an octopus's foot.

That must have blown himself away, and number one strikes a hit.

"... is that supposed to replace both hands and legs?

In front of No. 1, who tried to take it personally and laugh it off with his nose, something happened just like I said.

The flaming hair of the Pluto stretched, half replacing his legs, and rose his giant.

"Nah......"

It was as if the flame had an "entity." If there were here a boy named Beowulf, the "Divine Angel," he would have remembered a female swordsman manipulating a homogeneous pale flame. It was a serious behavior in the flames, the embodiment of calories.

For a moment, it was an issue taken aback, but I immediately regain my mind and restate the Sword of Light.

"... hehe! Fine, but you're superior! You're not half-baked. That's what I want! This is our last fight!

No matter how the opponent came out, he would always win - because he was ready for it, No. 1 exhaled pneumonia. I was wondering if it would make you cower or barometric.

"WWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The sound scale of the electron sound emitted by the Pluto changes subtly. Correspondingly, not only the flaming hair grown from the head, but the sharp wings grown from the back and the flames lit all over the body became tentacles and multiplied. Moreover, the length of each extends even further.

The figure can no longer be described as a "black-haired beast man."

That one has, yes, a few legs burning bright red - a spider.

"WWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

The Pluto, turned into a spider with flaming legs, cleverly rushed out with long legs as he lifted his own flesh to a high position. Lifting the main body over the sky would mean being alert to the sword of light that holds number one. They're running to a height where they can't reach the blade.

'Ugh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Let them get away with it!

Furthermore, to the Pluto, who entered the regeneration of one leg severed in the air, No. 1 causes the rolling emotion to burst out of his throat and takes an interception stance on the spider as he progresses toward this one.

by the spider's long legs. My distance was quickly shredded,

"WWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

A series of stomping attacks by flaming legs poured down from overhead on No. 1. All other legs have been converted for attack because the Pluto can stabilize his posture as long as he has at least three legs left.

"Can you hit a proper Ng attack or bokeh - - - heh!!

It's a lot of work, but it's tremendous, and even though it's an attack from above with poor vision, the first item now has an "ear" that I got from the third class. He avoided a crimson stomping attack like he was dancing with Hilarious Hilarious, rather he was slashed on the counter.

The sword of light flashes exactly, continually cleaving the legs of the flames. But the flames are flames, with entities that support the ultra-weight of the Pluto. Cut or not, it doesn't respond as well as the mirage, and it plays right back.

"Chi - Huh!

No. 1 understood the foolishness of attacking the legs of the flames early and took a distance in the backstep. Escape the rain and the falling flame legs lightly from the wind on the willow. Its agility is like a swallow flying at low altitudes.

Where we have made enough time, number one does the thought of a moment.

In order to hit this one, we have to approach the body of the Underworld King anyway. but apparently the sword of light doesn't stretch any longer, and there's no sign of him coming down on his own. Probably keep ticking and attacking like this and expect a sporadic hit.

'- If that's what you mean...!

What we do is no different than what we did earlier. If you're in a position where you can't reach your head, until you pull it down.

Suuuuuu, and number one breathes heavily as they rush around on the ground. I don't know if the magnitude of my voice has anything to do with the strength of the spirits, but there's nothing big and bad about it.

Right here, stop your legs in that position and speak from the bottom of your belly.

"Blow it!"

I let go of the Word Spirit with all my might toward the legs of the flame.

The Spirit of the Word is a source of power to alter reality by using it with radiant blood flow (Photon Blood). If it was meant to be, it shouldn't have achieved much without using it based on formal procedures, but in the case of No. 1, it would have done everything in its power to increase its effect by letting the amount of huge figures and extra luminous blood flow (Photon Blood) say something.

A point in the air exploded, as if a bomb without sound and light had exploded. All of the legs of the flame that support the body of the Pluto are subjected to a blast and sprayed with clouds.

"WWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

But I knew it would come, and all the while, the Pluto produced new flaming legs and stuck them to the ground at once as they fell. Besides, I won't forget to aim for number one for some of them.

but

I thought, "Oh, shit!

No. 1 raises his anger as he avoids a bad backlash from his predecessors.

That's what the Pluto was reading about coming out of No. 1. They must always resist even if they want to erase their legs - that's why they were thinking of the next hand.

"Play it and blow it!

Go on, let the spirits go. Ahead, but not the Pluto. At the foot of No. 1 himself - the ground where the Magma creek flows.

Similar to the earlier explosion of the atmosphere, the ground, tapped into the spirits of power, swells in an instant. The ground, swollen like a suddenly air-packed balloon, burst unchanged.

Boom.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The foot of No. 1, which was directly above the swollen ground, is wound up on the ground by a blast. In turn, No. 1 made a huge jump as his body coincided with the moment he emerged.

In other words, the position of the Pluto had been lowered by the flaming leg blowing up even for a moment, and No. 1 dared to make a huge leap towards its coordinates in an unusual way.

"Forever. Ohhhh!"

As he rose upright like an arrow, No. 1 shook the sword of light wide. Relative distance sees, sees. It shrinks, and almost instantly enters the blade's reach.

Right here, the moment I identified,

'- No, no, no!

Swordlight ran with the mood of tearing.

There is no response to the too sharp cleavage of the sword of light.

But the flash that ran through the universe as a meteor was past and through the right shoulder of the Pluto and through his left hip.

The blue and white liquid is overflowing, and the dusty rain is scattered.

"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

A tall scream sprinkled from the mouth of the Pluto as it penetrated.

The flesh of the perfectly dichotomous Pluto does not, therefore, maintain balance. While all the regenerated flaming legs were alive, neither [one side] alone could be fulfilled to continue to stand upright.

"Did you see it Koruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!

Gatspaws in the air, the first falls naturally, screaming delightfully.

It was almost at the same time that No. 1 would land with his legs deeply bent, and [two] the body of the Pluto would collapse.

'- Not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet!

No. 1 is neither sweet nor optimistic enough to loosen my hand here. He responded with a fatal wound, but his opponents are alien monsters who change form after form. You have to kill them before you make any further changes, and even if you've run out of bills already, you must still kill them thoroughly.

Set up a chase.

The aim, of course, is one of two parts - the upper body side with the head remaining.

Using intensely improved leg strength, he packs his time in an instant and wields the sword of light to the large upper stages.

"I'm gonna mince you. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

After tapping the first shot into the helmet crack, he wields his sword as his body rolls.

"Dora-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!"

Rarely. Chop the immovable Pluto into pieces, as if to chop the beef.

It must be because they double-amputated the torso. Instead of groaning at the various resistances, the Pluto was instantly cut into fine dust.

'... hmm?

Yes, No. 1 noticed late in a situation where only the discomfort was that this chemical [was dismantled without doing anything].

If you look, the red lotus flame that was wrapping his flesh disappears without a trace, and the meat covered in black hair is sinking into a sea of blue and white liquid.

Corpse.

This guy was already dead before No. 1 hit him.

I mean...

'Hey, are you serious......!?

He rushes back in the opposite direction and flies his gaze toward the rest of the Pluto's body - the fallen one of his lower body. No way, I thought.

That was no way.

"-WWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

It was the first assumption that the Pluto's steeple was on his head. I remember before, when he was a 'queen', he hated the attack on his head badly, and he was pulled by it.

The amount of flame covering the body surface is increasing from the belly to the bottom of the Pluto, who is still alive even though he has no head. It was too late when No. 1 realized that.

"... GGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Once again, the electron sound emitted by the Pluto changed clearly. I have no mouth, but I have no idea where it's coming from. The only thing I can tell by number one is that I've made a mistake by fatally pointing my way to the chase hand.

All those compounds are about to make new changes once again.

That was undoubtedly [something] more than ever, and more likely [something] than even No. 1, which received the power of two younger brothers if they were bad.

- Will you let me...!!

Therefore, we must not allow him to change. You have to kill the Pluto while his combat power is still within his reach.

No. 1 opened her eyes cuffed and her fangled jaw wide open. From his eyes and back of his throat, an incomparable blue-white flame erupts.

"Don't move!

The biggest spirits that let go of No. 1 ran. The concept of restraint flies at sonic speeds and strikes the Pluto in a state that is very unlikely to be alive if it is an organism.

No, that's not all. No. 1 felt [something] jump out of his own eyes as well. By accepting the second and third class powers, they evolved the original demonic eye, Moon and Night View. In accordance with the will of No. 1, the power of restraint is also fired from both eyes that light the blue and white flames, doubly capturing the body of the Pluto in conjunction with the Spirit.

- I don't know what you were trying to do, but that's it!

The unexpected self gets the response of the synagogue to the awakening of power, and No. 1 entertains with inner joy. The lower body of the Pluto can no longer be moved with one fingertip. So much restraint was in the Spirit and The Moon and Night View.

But.

"-GGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Pluto's tall roar echoed as he rocked the atmosphere.

Number one peels my eyes off. Silly, with all that restraint, where are you speaking from? Impossible...

But I didn't have time to get lost. No. 1 instinctively stepped out and ran out. I don't know what it is. but it's not good if you don't attack [that] now anyway - it was driven by such intuition. I wave the sword of light, and now I'm going to tear the Pluto apart, and No. 1 hits and runs with determination.

But.

That one hand, it was only slightly slow.

Pure white light burst.

"Around!?

The first eye was struck by the overly intense flash emitted by the flesh of the Pluto. Cover your face with one hand and stop your legs. It was unnecessarily devastating, partly because it looked too poorly with demonic eyes.

'-' Cause I can see it now. I don't know. Gorgaaaaaaaaaaa!

Though frightened for only a moment, the first issue now has a high-performance "ear". I have sensors all over my body. Even if you don't look at it with your eyes, you can hear the sound with your ears and "understand" the surrounding conditions.

I can't see it in my eyes, but the echo of the sound shows that the presence of the Pluto is there. In the back of the brain of No. 1, a stereoscopic image composed solely of the information obtained from the ear appears. The Pluto remains in the same position as earlier and is not moving at all. No, I can't move.

'-Shaaaa! Don't move there, Temeyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

Running out again to those who have signs of the Pluto with their eyes meditating.

but

'- Huh...!?

Unexpectedly, a battle ran as if he had been shot through the heart with a cannon, and No. 1 stopped his leg without knowing how.

I don't know why. I don't know, but instantly, I had a bad feeling.

The behavior of No. 1, which was perceived as dangerous by animal instinct, was not a mistake. But it wasn't even the right answer.

He shouldn't have stopped.

I couldn't push it, but I should have stabbed the Pluto.

In the next moment, a strange change took place in the "signs of the Pluto" in the world of No. 1, which we recognize only with high precision "ears and skin touch.

Suddenly, my presence began to blur.

The "signs of the Pluto" that I do feel there diminish with every chase of time.

'Oh, hey......!?

Number one is confusing. What his "earlobes capture is the subtle changes that occur in the echoes of the ground ringing and in the flow of air. They sense them like sonars and are comprehensively aware of the surrounding conditions.

Impossibly, however, the body of the Pluto who was supposed to be there gradually ceased to echo the waves of sound and was becoming [transparent] under the sensation of No. 1.

What the hell is going on?

If only my eyesight were safe, I would have been able to visually confirm it, but I rely on five other senses for my current issue. While doing so, "the signs of the Pluto disappear and become obscure as they are enveloped in the Kasumi.

- Yeah, calm down, man! That bastard is still full of spirits! That's how easy it is to escape...!?

While scorched inside the sternum by a flame of anxiety, No. 1 tries to get her breathing ready by telling herself the advantage of the situation in order to regain her normal mind. But as if he had seen through such an inner part, heh, "the signs of the Pluto vanished.

――

All the candle fire blown out by the wind, neglected.

Stunned by so much abruptness, only for a moment the thought of No. 1 stained bright white.

But "at the same time that the signs of the Pluto disappeared, something appeared so that they could be replaced.

- Fire, or...?

What you hear from the space where the Pluto was until just now is the sound of the flames burning - the fluctuations in which oxygen is eaten and burned.

More than his ex, the Pluto wore red lotus flames. So it's not a problem to hear the sound of flames. But the weird thing is [quantity].

From the volume and the burning rate of the air, there is an enormous mass of ignition there.

Yes, as if - [as if the Pluto himself had turned into a mass of flames]...

"- Huh!?

"GGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!

The moment I realized the right answer, the anger of the Pluto exploded the atmosphere. The heat of the flames swelled, the auspicious breeze that felt the heat even more in the space of high heat blew, and there was a storm on the verge of the rise of the giant number one.

In the blink of an eye, No. 1 returned the shock and fled at first sight.

- No kidding!

I don't know what happened, but there's nothing I can do to keep my eyes from recovering - that's how I realized. Therefore, only now that my eyes are crushed by the light will I escape. Run around anyway.

Fortunately, there was no pursuit of the Pluto. Thanks to this, both eyes of No. 1 recover slightly after some run, disappearing so that the white membrane on the vision dissolves.

And I saw it.

Without betraying my earlier reasoning, [I have become a complete mass of fire, the Pluto].

…………

The silhouette hasn't changed. Many long spider-like legs popped out of your head or back in a contour like the beast has become human.

But now they are all made up of a fiery fire of red lotus. Perhaps you can launch a physical attack here unilaterally, even if you don't have an entity. by its irrational flames.

Naturally, it was regenerated with the torso that had been finely cut earlier. No, you would be right to say [reproduced] rather than played it. Just looking at the shape on the surface, its essence had completely transformed into something else.

Proof of this is that the long tip of his leg does not reach the ground, and his body floats in the universe.

'... whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...'

Its appearance was too desperate, and on the contrary, the laughter came in.

It was confirmed earlier that cutting the flame into stiffened legs would make no sense. If so, it is also self-evident that this blade of light does not work on the body of the Pluto, which has been in the same state.

In other words - the power and weapon acquired as a result has become pointless, and number one has returned to the mundane.

'... fuck you...!

Rub your fangs together in a batterless situation and bite your teeth.

But at the same time, No. 1 was spinning his thoughts violently to break the adversity in front of him.

You won't be able to kill him with the sword of light in this hand. But I'm probably not getting any itches. Then there is also the means of blowing it up with the spirit, as earlier, but if it doesn't end up being damaged, it will soon be regenerated.

- Do you have any hands...!?

The Pluto, who became a burning flame itself, turns his neck and sees No. 1 with his pure white eyes.

'Huh...!?

In that abiotic motion, No. 1's heart was stroked with cold hands. I accidentally leak a short scream.

It seemed that the emotional part that had previously been in the actions of the Pluto had slipped away as soon as it became its present form. That alone makes me imagine the lack of blame for the attacks that will be carried out.

But.

'- I'll have to, hey...!

As I said to myself, No. 1 murmured with a push-kill voice.

Either way, it doesn't change what needs to be done. If you're ready to throw your life away, it's all set. What's the point of realizing it now? What is this degree of despair? Until I received the horns from my younger brothers, were you hungry to swim until I drowned that sea of despair?

'I'll have to, hey...!

So No. 1 put his strength into his hands and feet trembling into small pieces, forcing him to hold them down. Set up a sword of light and stare back at the face of the Mighty King painted in the thickness of the flames.

"Yes, this is the sunny stage of my generation... I'll scratch your feet till the end of the day, Konchishu!

Roar forcefully, and the number one runs out on your chest with a grievous determination.

There's nowhere to leave.

Behind him are his younger brothers.

Fight and win, fight and die - the only choice was one of them.