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

Howell didn't really think what was happening in front of him was real.

jump up and quickly jump into nostalgia. It's like a movement without a human flavour. Impossible behavior from time to time even when traveling instantly. The man from The Explorer Hunt (Red Ram) hasn't even noticed that the boy has disappeared from his sight yet. I thought I'd switched positions like a comma drop. I pinched my long-winded sashimi aside, and I put a man's chest plate through each of my bodies.

My men are defeated like lies.

By a boy using assistive technique (enhancer) who does not use assistive technique.

Explorer Hunt (Red Lamb), the fierce warriors.

Leaps out when I wonder if I crawled around the ground rinse like. The neck, shoulders, hips, thighs, and ankles each point in the direction of a different creature. It's like an odd object that flies. A monster with human form. The hands are not used as hands, the legs are not used as legs, even the eyes are no longer on where. I have to wonder if there's a brain anywhere but the head, and when I dance through the universe in a motion, for some reason, I stay in a strange way of pinching my body with ten fingers.

The black residual light flickers into Howell's vision.

No, black light is strange in the first place.

An unlikely, pitch-black brilliance wrapped around the boy's entire body.

Its existence is nothing more than a testament (testimony) that this is a dream. Howell thinks so.

Oddly enough, Howell was never out of his mind at this time.

I didn't even realize I was scared. I only remembered the fear of not being able to gain from the appearance of an inexperienced boy, but I thought the battle was scary, etc., about the time I was once a chick.

The fist covered in the armor of the power suit was gripped hard, and there was no such thing as blowing propellant out of thrusters all over the body for rapid acceleration.

I was both anxious (and frustrated) to burn my chest at the appearance of one, another and one of my men getting hit.

But still, Howell followed the sight to the end.

I was in love.

This is all I can do no more, no more delusions. I can't even make excuses.

There was nothing Howell could do, he was fascinated by the black boy.

The leader of the Explorer Hunt (Red Lamb) found a kind of [beauty] in the battle of a boy who only thought he had transcended the human race.

can't laugh. The black glow that covers your whole body looks more like a black moya, or lightning. Is the boy fighting with a pitch-black SEAL around him, or is the SEAL moving the boy's flesh? While uncertain, the boy still wields his immature body in a move beyond man (one) and beast (kaori). A disease that does not change the height of the head and hips. Walking method called shrinkage (shu-chi). In order to pull out the knee and use gravity to move forward, one learns the illusion of 'the opponent approaching with a stop' from the opposing person. In the boy's appearance today, it was like 'black human shapes' suddenly getting bigger in his sight for a man. The boy suddenly came to me. Long-winded blades flash before you understand what they mean.

From time to time, there were a number of master moves that transcended people hidden in undesirable movements. Because you dare to pursue a movement that no ordinary person can do, and drop it into a move, the extremist of the martial arts is called a master (Tajin).

The boy was running it [as a matter of course]. Naturally. Now he's outside the boundaries of a decent human being. Not everything, but it was rather and rightly the case that there were moments when the behavior overlapped with that of the master.

After all, how long would it have been for Howell to watch the boy's battle in horror?

All the remaining Explorer Hunting (Red Ram) men were defeated and lay low on the ground.

I know this is an anomaly. The boy should be "disqualified" in games at the same time. By the rules, it shouldn't be possible to still serve 'alive' here as a player. Even so, as soon as he inspired the dark "SEAL", his men began to suffer damage as a result of the boy's attack.

Fortunately, no one has died. Always slightly cramped with this guy falling into the ground. The boy's waving long-winded obsession should have definitely decided through the steeple. This was a great contradiction now.

There are two possible possibilities.

One is, is GM (Gamemaster) bending the rules to favor the boy? The other thing is, does the boy himself do the cheat act of rewriting the rules, the system of the game? Either of these.

Either way, it was nothing but bad luck for Howell and the others.

When I was in such a mood that I was no longer going through irrationality and was going to reach the frontier of enlightenment.

I noticed something strange.

The boy's movement is stopped.

Ever since I put down the last short-speared man I was fighting, I've been on the bar as if I'd lost sight of my enemies. Brighten up the darkest light from the glowing markings of pitch-black that ran all over your body.

Eventually, the boy turned to the sky so that he could somehow pull his jaw up. Look up at the Ethereal Dome without a cloud,

"A - - -"

I raised a voice with no fever to complain about something.

At this moment, Mururi, and greed brought sickles in Howell.

Now there are gaps everywhere. The distance and angle are impeccable. Accelerate and penetrate now, and this time you'll be finished. Now is the perfect time. If you miss this moment, there will be no next time - so many opportunities for a thousand encounters (seemingly).

- Can you do it...!

That was the moment I thought so.

The boy looked back as if the voice of his heart had arrived. Suddenly, this way. Guru, and in a toy-like motion.

――

I thought I was going to poke my finger, but on the contrary, I was drained of my liver.

"A-"

Was it Howell's phantom hearing that its short, unchallenged voice could not help but hear it 'found'?

In the stiff Howell's sight, the boy's appearance swells rapidly and greatly. No, an illusion. He's just intimidated by his opponent, his consciousness imprisoned, and he looks like he's massive on his own.

- I'm not swallowed, I don't think so, just watch him calmly and deal with him.

Shrink.

By the time I realized that, it was too late, and the boy's long roll was already Howell's powersuit, trying to stick a cut in that eyelen.

"Immortal Abstacle!

The interruptions went in.

A pitch-black shadow, just like a boy, from Howell's left. It slips in like a wind and activates a defensive technique. A hexagonal shield appeared between the boy and Howell as the brown glowing surgical icon bounced.

An advanced surgical shield receives a pink black long-winded thrust, striking a metal sound.

"- Master Miyagi! What have you done!?

Suddenly, the side that broke between the boy and Howell came in - shocked as if he had been hit in the head by the voice of Yazaemon. The point is, I've been surprised and worried about Howell, Yazaemon.

I was very angry at my impudence for making me worry like that in the closest proximity.

Don't interrupt! You think I can do this? Oh!? '

I didn't know Howell was yelling and scattering the moment the blood went up on his head. If I hadn't, Fujiko wouldn't have saved me.

But not with Yazaemon and Howell for a short time. He understood everything,

"Don't worry, I'll leave this place to someone (who will). Beowulf is mad. The more special the movement, if you don't use a supportive technique, there is a way to deal with it. Especially when he's attacking without some kind of defense."

I can't, but I guess I was going to go on.

Too much, Yazaemon's tongue froze, and Howell also held his breath again.

Yazaemon's expanded brown hexagonal shield. Covering each adult for an extra size. Plus, the black snake has something similar wrapped around it.

It's the boy's [glow print].

Impossible. Even though the "SEAL" brilliant print is an unprecedented abnormality just expanding away from the body surface, there is also something out of common sense [such as interfering with someone else's activated procedure].

But reality is in front of us. That's undeniable no matter what you do.

Yazaemon's Activated Immortal Abstacle is an advanced defensive technique located at the far top of the "Scutum" used by boys. The harder it is is also evident from the fact that the other day it prevented the boy from releasing thirty series (drill breaks).

Now and firmly taking hold of the boy's unleashed spikes. But from the cuts that touched him, the pitch-black light surrounding the boy was [eroding]. As a few snakes dive inside the shield. In addition, several rays of light that could not penetrate the interior are entangled in the surface of the shield by stretching themselves in all directions, as a result of crawling through the wall.

"A - - -"

From the boy's point of view, Yazaemon and the surgical shield are only obstacles that suddenly show up and get in the way. The boy, buried most of his face like a tattoo in a pitch-black glow crest, still stares at the shield with his eyes full of noticeable nothingness and rings with a voice free of heat.

Zuch, the long-winded cuttoe sank into the brown shield.

……

Yazaemon opens his eyes. Even though he covers his head from the heavenly edge to the toe of his feet in a pitch-black costume, and his skin is black. When he opens his eyes wide, the extra white eye area stands out. That was the only thing that would have stunned me.

"A-"

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz The finest defensive shield that absolute defensive maneuvers - even if the damage goes through the operator himself - won't just crush the shield - is certainly about to be pierced right now.

"So-na, ba"

I guess, faster than that.

When the cutting edge advanced to a certain point, he slipped and broke some kind of membrane all at once.

The boy's long roll - a black-black sword named Black Emperor Steel Xuan - penetrated Yazaemon's mouth, which would have been open to its' ah 'shape.

"Ha ha."

Without cracking the cloth on the headscarf that was covering his mouth - [sobbing] between his teeth and tongue and further down his throat.

It penetrates the spinal cord, which would fit behind the neck, and a pitch-black blade grows from the back of Yazaemon's head.

Cotton, and a long-winded cut stopped lightly hitting Howell's powersuit, its eyelens.

Slightly later, Yazaemon's body collapses. Only the pierced long roll slid through the head of the black coat, keeping the position intact. The scuffle and Howell's scalpel (you had a fuse) sank like a threaded puppet. Like the rest of them, they cut out their consciousness.

A black boy appears again in Howell's sight.

I was relieved. Directly on his spine, he ran a chill like he was hit by an ice column.

I was laughing.

The boy, who had always been faceless, was laughing as if he had thrown away emotions and other things on the side of the road there, caught both ends of his mouth.

Look down at the fallen Yazaemon.

The first time a boy who went crazy showed it, a human emotion. It was too gloomy to mock the human being that he himself had sent down.

Keep your vain eyes on.

- This guy......!?

Willing, Howell suddenly realized. Because he was moving like a sleepwalker, he assumed he didn't have all sorts of consciousness, but he didn't.

Though it would be a completely different personality from Howell's known "brave man's," it is nonetheless true that this little body is inhabited by "something of will".

"- Huh!?

The moment he understood that, Howell was letting the thrust of his suit spray in the opposite direction of what he thought it would be.

It is forward that the prawn-colored propellant is released. It is in the rear that the giant wrapped around the suit is fired.

That is, the opposite direction from the boy.

Let's get this straight. Howell chose to escape.

Howell instinctively chose to leave the boy, even though it was a great time for him, without teasing him to the nearest side of the fall.

Because unconsciously, I accounted for the [identity] of the boy's grin.

That's what [Predator] floats about.

It's an extra grin that only those who have an overwhelming advantage can have.

Howell understood that not with reason, but with intuition, and chose to escape according to his survival instincts.

You mustn't fight that boy. Don't get involved in the first place. I don't even consider this one an 'enemy'.

They just make me a toy.

Atmosphere explodes into the high output of the exit. It happened on Howell's front. It converts into a powerful propulsion force, throwing giants into the sky with momentum in the wake of a kicked away soccer ball. It was over the suit that the involved boy and the slightly cramped body of Yazaemon seemed to blow momentum.

Still hard to believe by reason, that black boy was no longer more a threat than an army of ghosts. There's only one way out of here. I would do anything to survive. Howell's beliefs remain the same. If that's what you want, let's expose ourselves to all kinds of shame. Everything is a species with life. Even if he's dead, neither the ex nor the child.

"Ma, te"

――

A shock that I hadn't expected struck Howell. It felt so good that I thought I'd been struck by lightning strikes.

By stunner, or by the coercion of the boy's [order]? My whole body was stiff of stone and I couldn't move. He also stops breathing. Suit control got out of my hand. The dark red-brown light, which had been pouring out of momentum, interrupted and the injection mouth was emptied.

A giant, lost in acceleration by propulsion, falls like a rock, pulled by gravity. Nothing could be done to Howell, who could not move or issue a command from SEAL. The rocket that failed to take off. Nice to meet you, crashing like no other.

With his head down, he clashed to the ground with considerable momentum. Explosion Regards, The dirt and sand blow up and the smoke winds up.

Happiness or unhappiness, the impact of the fall was not fatal due to the function of the suit. But if you were biological, you would have died of a common, fainting, if bad, broken neck bone. Because at the time they said, "Wait," we had already reached that altitude.

- That bastard......!!

Howell repeatedly breathes rough inside the suit as he rolls back onto the ragged ground, burning his lungs (haphazardly) with a flame of anger.

I have given orders as I have now. I have exercised my own 'winner's privilege'. I said I haven't used it before now.

Does that boy understand how much this is making Howell false? No, I must have stayed so far because I rather understand. I can be sure. That it was [deliberately] without the use of privileges.

- Fuck you, yeah... you son of a bitch...!!!

I was so angry that my head blood vessels were about to cut a thousand, but I still can't move one fingertip. No matter how much enthusiasm, Howell's flesh had left him under his own control.

"Ugokuna"

A thin, one-word word (thing) word of discouragement emanates from the boy's throat. The pronunciation and intonation are as separate. Or, if the boy told me there were aliens on board, it was so heterogeneous that he believed it as it was.

"Uga......? Gio...... a--"

The boy raised his voice again against his throat, not concerned about the sound of rubbing a wire on his own, old iron pipe.

"A-a-a-a-a"

When you tone your throat as if you were even in tune (tuning) your instrument, you walk out slowly. The thick sole of the Combat boot continuously bites the gravel. I don't feel any difference in that foothold. Earlier, I thought I blew up eating Howell's Photon Blood full blast, possibly as a result of the boy's own quick jump away.

He approaches Howell, who can only breathe and can't take one physical movement, to scorch with a wrinkle.

When this was no longer the end point, I couldn't help but understand.

The developments after this are out of place.

I don't know how it works, but the boy's blade even pierced Yazaemon's Immortal Abstacle.

Howell's wrapped power suit is made of special alloy and boasts robust armor, both physically and technically. Furthermore, it has the special nature of dispersing and repulsing surgical powers, and instead of being influenced by a poor attack technique or by Photon Blood, it has such protection that it sprays away clouds just by touching it.

But that doesn't work either.

The pitch-black glow print that covers the boy's body - expanding to the atmosphere, looking like a tree branch or a butterfly blade - is clearly not of the world.

There is no basis, but I can assure you that it is definitely [not legitimate].

Not only the virtual space of this game, but that heterogeneity, even if it is real, is not going to change much.

That is out of the world's logic. Or something that disrupts the laws of the world.

Not the kind of brother-in-law I could have told the Explorer Hunt (Red Lamb), but nesting [something] in that boy is something that should never exist.

- Heh, this guy. I got Yaki turned too...

Noticing herself thinking about something that wasn't even in the pattern, Howell mocks herself inside.

I don't think so, like worrying about other people. He lost his mind, though only temporarily, because the presence of the boy seemed so disastrous and too pure as an eyelasher.

- It's causal, because this is my [ending]...

No longer losing the temper of resistance, Howell pulled out his whole body as he rolled over to the big letters. There was no force greater than the original, but this made not only the flesh, but even the spirit, dead.

In a sappy mood somewhere, Howell thinks.

I didn't know that ending my life would be [someone no one knows] anymore.

Regardless, since the business (i.e.) was a business, one day suddenly, there was more than enough chance that someone unknown would kill me. Howell was also prepared on that point.

But this is extreme.

I didn't know [a dubious guy, whether he's human or not] was going to take his life. That, too, only appeared to be a known human being, to an unidentified being.

But that doesn't matter now either.

Emotionless footsteps came just around the corner.

[Something black] borrowed the boy's flesh beside Howell's body, which rolls like a dead horse, stops his leg.

I guess I'm going to shake up that long roll from now on, slash it and stab it. Howell's power suit resists that much, but in the end it will be 'eroded' and torn by a mysterious black light, just like Yazaemon's defensive technique.

"A-aahhhhhh"

Are you laughing, or is there another factor? The boy throws up a rhythmic voice like a snuggle.

As I thought, the boy shook the long roll up the upper section, but there he held it back. Long fillings spin kurli and wind.

I guess you're going to keep your cut off and skewer Howell. Years of experience as a warrior, it breaks through that what is being targeted is around the heart. I had an unpleasant occupational disease.

First of all, if you want to do it, do it fast, I even think.

"A - - -"

The boy waved down a long roll with the ringing voice he was no longer used to hearing. Gatin, and the sharp sound of a tulle hash dropping on an iron mass rings.

From there it was as expected.

The special armor of the power suit "Kaishima (Hippo Camp)" received a brilliantly long rolled blade. The special nature of repulsion and diffusion due to surgical force does not, however, have any effect. The pitch-black "SEAL", which covered the boy's entire body and spread all the way through the air, does not even shake slightly.

The boy put his full weight on a long roll that protruded against his chest armor and twisted it to make a gritty cut. Act like you don't think of the other person as human. If you are the owner of your original body, you will never take action.

"A-a-a-a."

Eventually the black force 'erosion' began from the tip of the long roll. Howell looked at it quietly from the inside of the suit.

Just like when Yazaemon's Immortal Abstacle was torn, the black light crawls over the armor as many threads. Some have penetrated the interior, which has become a tentacle of cold air and infiltrated Howell's own flesh.

It's as if he was captured by a black spider's nest - and Howell discovered himself, with some transparent thought, looking objectively at this situation.

Altogether, changes also occurred in the boy's full-body covered dilation "SEAL".

The pitch-black geometry that was wrapping the boy's limbs as a result of the burst of lightning slowly began to open. Like wings, like cloaks, they open and spread.

Eventually, when it was fully expanded, it depicted a geometry stretching into the universe as though it were a tree-shaped diagram of countless contiguities. Depending on what you look like, it can't even look like a black snow crystal.

Howell thinks, looking up at a boy who stands carrying something he doesn't know how to handle.

"A-a-a-a-a, aah, aah, aah"

He said he looked like a real demon.

"- - - Aha"

Out of the way, the boy laughed brightly.

That's innocent as an angel.

with transparency equal to the newborn baby.

And the blade pierced deep and deep.