Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

"- Fast!!!!

Being poked at the intent, and swung up above the rate of reaction, [Yatsuhara's sword] carves deep cuts to open Mekfis' chest.

This is it, this is what scared me.

The wound opens to leave a lingering aftertaste after being slashed. Separate the magic itself, sword. Reflect and rebel without inhibiting magic or magic.

A vast amount of blood erupts, but that won't stop Jean's hand. It never rocked the thought of fine dust. Because Jean's eyes just keep an eye on Mekfis straight.

- It's not good!!

It jumped backwards all at once, but it chased me perfectly not to let go of the distance instantly. For Mekfis, that sword has the power to be considered a natural enemy.

And Jean was also aware of this definitive shortcoming. That's why I'll never let you get away with it.

Shaken Jean, stick one hand out, magic...

"Aaaaaa!!

They are doubled lengthwise down to the lower elbow, and the torn arms overflow by the time the red blood is unusual. Reflectively sticking out the other, but now the tip was slashed off his wrist. It cannot be repaired immediately. Because the slaughtered spot often leaves a repulsive effect.

A few seconds... after a few seconds... but Jean didn't give me that kind of time.

Overflowing blood is an important piece of information for Mechfis. The feeling of parts of the body being thrown out of the body plants fear. I felt there was something that could take both anxiety and anticipation, like I was bringing something closer behind it.

Because of this, the collected body leaks.

With his enemies in front of him, Mekfis flies up all at once, turning his back on his emotions.

――

"Where are you going..."

Fear-driven behavior chooses a monotonous escape and is grabbed by Jean shortly after an indicative leap. I was slapped to the ground with my body intact.

"How much I've hoarded. How much more blood will you bleed to death?"

After the cold-hearted words. Over his heart [the sword of Yatsuhara] penetrated relentlessly and skewered all over the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Immediately after that, Ars' expression collapses to melt.

- Bad, information leaked!!

Blood to make up the body is absorbed into Mechfis, including that information. That's his vast amount of blood telling the story. However, the information contained in the blood volume up to that enormous amount is mixed, so even the host, Mekfis, cannot organize it.

So if you bleed, it's not like making up is good. Bleeding is tantamount to leaking the information you incorporate.

You can't hide from intentionally leaking even if you sensibly know which primitives have leaked.

That's why it's only unlucky that some of Ars' information has been leaked.

But hundreds, at least not coincidentally, of the pigments taken in were surely decreasing their numbers.

I'm just certain that something, some distant memory, is about to come back - a memory of when I lived as a person.

A blade pierced into his chest rips through the flesh in his body with criticism and proceeds. When I want to get straight out.

- Give me the pigment in the corner!

――――

He also spit a lot of blood out of his mouth, and it should be noted that Mekfis clenched the blade with a creepy grin.

"Let's admit it. You can kill me - it has the power to kill, that's all. Kuck!!"

Loosen your mouth before the last resistance, the primitive information called Ars, loses the element that shapes him.

I won't let go of the vegetables I got because of you. We have to keep the souvenirs.

Mekfis has unpleasant thoughts during moments like running lights. He said Crokel was going to die, but he thought that was the result of confronting Ars, but will that fate change after all?

It's a trivial beating. I don't know what will happen if I lose all my primitive bodies too with this.

That's why it's worth a try.

- Can we prevent it at all this close range?

"[Vacant type detonation bombing" Detonation "]!!!

"- Huh!!

Light point instantly in front of Mekfis, in front of Jean. No, it emits a flash of brilliance at the end of your sight like it surrounds you two.

Shortly afterwards, a series of explosions exploded to the point of blowing instantly, such as a person's body. A swollen wave of flames, a blast that swallows when pushed away to overlap one after another.

I won't even let you deal with the instant explosion. Believe that, activated suicide bomber.

Mekfis went on a bet. It's impossible to evade, and even defense probably won't make it. Even with Jean's AWR, we won't be able to make it. That's something I can tell myself.

Shock waves alone crush and break the trees. So powerful, so destructive that it doesn't even leave a piece of meat. And he took over Ars' magic process. Its constituent density will not extend to him. But its activation speed is shoulder to shoulder.

Would it have been about a few minutes in time? Not exactly the time until the black smoke accumulated like you sat there cleared up. It's the time it took for some parts of your body to spicidly regenerate the remaining Mekfis.

It was one hand slashed by Jean. From there, arms, torso and gradually bright red liquid form. Fortunately, the foundation of the underlying information as Mechfis was still being moved in one hand because we let it cut off as a split just in case.

I didn't know I was going to use this kind of insurance.

When it came colored, Mecphis felt somewhere convinced that this body was the last remaining plain body at the same time as distorting his face.

"Looks like you haven't run out of luck. And you have one last thing left of this...... yol"

It was the figure of the first aged woman to change her appearance. This figure makes dough with purple blue hair and only wrapped around the shoulder. But the only way that outfit had changed. A change where you can ask about some magicianism, not a dark suit. The unconsciously leaked name involved some nostalgic sound. Even the language was naturally leaked. But Mekfis still can't get to that meaning. It really only hurts inside my chest a little more...

With repeated memories of absorption clouding, old memories were so overwritten that they could not even remember. I don't even know when I stopped adhering to the past.

Still, I was convinced that in the deepest part of it there would be a real sense of being alive that I sought - no, I'm only convinced because I haven't.

"Oh!.................. the more disgusting people"

Seeing silver in the fading smoke crevice, Mecphis surprised him with a look like he was taken aback.

But when Jean's whole story is exposed, Mechfis lifts his cheeks to the limit, as he had expected. A grin as ugly as an arc.

That meant Jean's defense didn't make it.

The silver shield deployed on the front is only about half as preventable as the body. And holding his abdomen as he holds it. There is unstoppable and overflowing blood that cannot be suppressed from the finger gap.

The left half is burned to the fire and rots red.

But instantly, Jean froze the damaged area with [freeze]. The expression is painful.

Mecphis, on the other hand, is almost intact - in appearance.

Yes, only on the outside, on the appearance. Fact The only thing left of Mecphis is the presence of the primitive body called Yor as it stands.

That's why I don't even let you feel the shards of urgency that make you taste the wine of victory. I guess that's because this plain body is special and special.

Simple combat power for Mekfis, though.