Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

The periphery of the eye gives rise to heat and blood vessels pulse.

Michi, and the feeling of roots straining around your eyes.

An eye catches the man in the cap trying to move into a dodging motion.

A surgical formation appears at the foot of the man.

Golden string tangled in legs.

"Colour?"

Mr. Shanatris's "Limperg".

"Guh, shit, guh!

Vision stained with deep red as if covered with membrane.

Near the eyeball, a black light exploded.

"Damn, ah, ah, ah, ah!

Two linear lights point toward the man with the barrel cap, releasing at high speed.

The man crosses his hands and takes a defensive stance.

- Are you going to take that, or that.

The light emitted is eaten by a man.

A red and black thunderous single ray collides with the man, and at the moment of the clash, an explosion occurs where the man was present as if the clash had triggered it.

Red and black explode in front of one man after another like a chain explosion.

Boom.

So much so that the light begins to narrow.

And convergence.

Ahead of the rays.

Is it the remnants of the wrecking light?

Even thin, black fogged things drift where the man was.

and - a man whose fabric was torn and exposed his round, thick arms, appeared from across the fog.

He walks dignified with two legs, pulling off a gold string.

Intimidation as if you could hear the ground.

"Prevent, you say you hung up?

Mr. Makina's voice filled with amazement from the rear.

Seeing, she was on her knees with a relieved face.

Remaining stunned, Mr. Makina sees the hole in the ground where the light wore earlier.

"I can't believe I'm preventing that."

Mr. Shanatris chews his teeth together while holding his left eye in his hand.

An effect using an intrinsic surgical formula or a muscle of blood flowing from under the hand covering the eye.

"Chi, you monster."

Mr. Shanatris opens his right eye.

"Mmm? That guy's, arm...... what's that?

The man in the barrel hat peeled out. I let him give me his own arm.

"Is this it?

A technique reminiscent of a tattoo is carved into a man's arm.

"No way, surgical...... engraving?

Mr. Makina expressed further surprise.

Now the cap man responds so that it's nothing special.

"Did this indeed refer to Svegluin as an inherent technique that hardens one's skin? The surgeon said it would be hard on the undestructed and famous adimantium, which is rarely produced from the prison tower."

"'Svegruin' then!?

Mr. Shanatris glanced.

"Stupid! That's not supposed to be an intrinsic technique that only the Stanges of Louvel Argan have! Besides, the technique should reside on the forehead, not the arm, without exception."

"So that's what the woman there would have just said"

The man in the barrel hat pointed to Mr. Makina.

"This is a surgical engraving"

"That's what it is! The surgical engraving inflicts intolerable and intense pain on the user during the surgical activation! Therefore, the technique, except for the inherent technique, is basically something other than the human body… engraved on swords, magic aids, etc."

Mr. Shanatris's talk also seemed to want to deny the reality in front of him.

"The surgical engraving is rarely performed by anyone who uses it… If it is also an inherent surgical technique, if it is used by people without 'blood', it should cause a rejection reaction and be attacked by the severe pain that leads to death. There are no other eagles, but experiments have confirmed it."

In such a state as to deny the presence of a man in his eyes, Mr. Shanatris points to the man with the barrel cap.

"So, you should be able to live, etc... or are you hungry, and there's no way the Standis family's blood is flowing? By some chance, the place where the intrinsic technique lived was different."

"Beshgham Anglen"

"What?"

"It's my name. Four brothers born in the end town with one mother and four fathers. That is our Anglene Four brothers. And my father, my mother, Stanzis, etc."

"Stupid... you'll get to meet your unique technique with a surgical engraving, etc., and it's possible -"

A man with a barrel cap is approaching me a few meters away.

"So it's us."

Stand like a castle wall, giant man.

"Pain caused by surgical engraving, etc., we have already exceeded"

Both Mr. Makina and Mr. Shanatris had lost their words.

The surgical engraving and tattooing that the man in the barrel cap is doing on his arm seems to be a rather unscrupulous substitute.

"If I may say so, the spicy physique of this procedure may be working well the other way around. Hmm, I don't have a problem with using the surgical formula, it slows down the effects for the body... what a convenient thing the world is for me. I am loved by this world. Then I will humiliate this world."

The second half was unintelligible, but I could understand the engraving on that arm.

I see.

The third curse was prevented by a unique technique called "Svegluin"?

But I think so.

Is it really that inherent technique that prevented the third curse?

Somehow, but I don't think the only thing that prevented the third curse was through the power of that intrinsic technique.

Um, a man named Beshgham Anglen.

Isn't his original spec itself still unusual?

From those who witnessed the sight earlier, it would appear that the man easily paid off the 'Limperg', the 'Mistrutine', and the Ninth Curse.

but none of them should be such an easy preventable substitute by nature.

If so, should it still be considered that what is unusual is the Four Violent Disasters themselves?

…………

To make sure that, I'd just like to see if the damage goes through without that intrinsic formula if possible......

By the way, I've been doing a 'search' while the conversation was going on between the three of us.

If there is ever a curse, there must be a second stage - a second realm.

but as a result of the search… it was found that the Second World was not available.

Since the Eighth Curse, the Second World has apparently become a specification that will not be liberated unless you have mastered the curse of the numbers on one.

Look at the disastrously transformed left arm.

Because I remembered the Ninth Curse, the Second World of the Eighth Curse could be freed.

In other words, if what was on that altar was a curse other than the eighth, the Second World would not have been able to release it.

Maybe we should think that it was luck that it was the eighth curse that we got to meet before Operation Giant Crusade.

However, when

Once again, the man with the barrel cap - looks up at Beshgum.

Did you just have to do it now with the curse in your hand?

Now, how do we attack...

That's right.

That engraving on your arm, you said it was definitely a surgical ceremony...

"You."

Veshgam's gaze, which calls for that, is fixed slightly backwards over my head.

I followed the tip of his gaze at the edge of his eyes.

There are giant eyeballs floating around that are losing their real images.

"I heard the word curse earlier... but I didn't know the curse I thought was real."

I jump out to get my distance.

... the vigilant pursuit did not come.

Beshgum tilts his neck diagonally.

"What? Were you scared that the curse didn't work earlier? As far as the reaction of the women over there is concerned... I think I was betting on that one."

"- Ninth curse, liberation"

The black chain hits Beshgum.

The distance I had just taken was to try not to be heard, as much as possible, chanting that I would do with a low voice.

"Well, it's no use..."

"I forbid the curse, I haha demon eye no -"

"Mm?"

Now pack up the time from me.

Beshgham is shaking off an impending chain.

but the chain is still restrained from toe to hip area.

It takes a few seconds to get rid of all the chains.

That was confirmed earlier.

That guy can't nullify the Ninth Curse in an instant.

Like a hibigami, it doesn't cut off the fracture of the dimension itself, and it doesn't look like it's doing some kind of art.

Then we can make a gap for a few seconds.

What I was remembering was when I first used the curse.

It was when I strapped Mr. Makina in chains.

That's when she couldn't muster the sacraments to release 'Mistoltine'.

"- Third curse, liberation"

The feeling of the blood boiling gathers in my eyes.

That's right.

The Ninth Curse has the effect of blocking the saccharin absorption pathway of those who have restrained it.

Well, then...

"How about shooting in a third curse while you're in chains!?

You shouldn't be able to cure your skin with an intrinsic technique like that 'Svegluin' if you can't collect sacraments.

My vision is in deep red.

"- Oh, shit, oh, shit!

"Huh?"

Looks like Beshgum realized he couldn't collect the sacraments.

but it's too late.

If it's something you can dodge at this distance, do it.

Beshgham aggressively enters the defensive position.

Between me and Beshgum, there's light - a burst.

"... eh"

I can't stand the recoil of the third curse-fire, and I buttcake the ground.

But I won't take my gaze off Beshgum.

"Yeah, right."

The black remnants became foggy - a disastrous fierce eye appeared.

"Did that chain have the effect of blocking the influx of magic into the body? That wasn't a bad idea, man."

The arm was rotting and bleeding like it had been burned.

But...

"It didn't even get pierced, or... seriously"

Huh, and I can laugh zero.

It was an unexpected grin.

I thought it was a really lame one.

I see.

I mean, you don't have to rely on a surgical ceremony - endure it, that's why.

Monsters.

"Gu!?

In my eyes, a sharp pain runs.

I touch my eyes gently with my hands.

Blood.

I see.

Is the third curse the same as the eighth curse, and does it load the user properly?

Out of the question, is the ninth curse the only one without a load?

But then again, I look up at Beshgum.

With that attack of power, what is that degree of scratch?

…………

Well, what do we do next?

An empty applause sounded twice, seemingly unwilling to celebrate.

It was Beshgum who applauded.

"When it comes to scarring me, let's be honest with you."

Beshgham flies his gaze to Mr. Makina on the side.

"Wounded wounds since 'The Woman'"

…………

"What's up? Are you convinced you fit in this level of scratch? What, I don't care. You are not weak. [M] I'm too strong."

Beshgum touches a bloody arm wound.

Is there any pain?

It's hard to read the damage because he's a guy with the same expression.

and there were signs that the Isabella instructors were trying to move in unison.

You must have tried to join me.

but the instructors seemed frightened in an instant by the ruthless stare of Beshgham.

The other guy is the other guy.

No one can blame them for losing their will.

"I hear we are collectively called the Four Homicides... but there is actually a huge gap between me and my other brothers that is hard to fill"

I started talking about something.

In the meantime, focus on getting your breathing ready.

Buy some time to recover.

Wait for the opportunity to fight back.

"Say it again... I'm too strong. Hi, my brothers seem to be mistaken, but I can win without difficulty by putting the three brothers together. We can kill them all without struggling. Even if Zemekis, which varies in intensity depending on the mood, is in excellent shape, I am confident that I can kill him off without any problems. We do not do it because we are a destined community with the same existential significance. There is no alternative in this world, because there are only four brothers. Otherwise - I've already killed him."

Stand up slowly.

Strengthen your left arm.

"It's just that there's only one person in this world who tormented me like that. I'm still looking to achieve human achievement to get beyond it. And he's still getting stronger."

"Heh... who is it, who is it?

Exhale as you respond.

All right.

Unsurprisingly, there is no physical damage left.

There is a slight load of curse.

"Who is the man?"

Beshgham thumbed at himself.

"It's me."

…………

What a man.

"This wound to my forehead, this crushed testicle... was only done by me. I mean, I'm only defeated by me now. Therefore, I am the only one who recognizes me as my true enemy."

"I want him to hear that word."

I whispered.

That man will be glad to hear it.

"You did a good job, too, man. But... I'm not going to miss you. Here, kill."

Beshgham squared his hands and looked up at the sun.

"Today is not the kind of day to miss someone. No, I don't think so."

Beshgum turns to Mr. Makina and Mr. Shanatris.

"Especially since I have to kill those two right here. I was lucky to be here. It is also possible that someone in my brother could not have killed me. Words and deeds are grown up, but not in that look...... I remain anxious"

I didn't know what that one was talking about.

It consisted of

Seeing as a good opportunity that I had a rough look, I jumped at Beshgham.

Release your left fist with your cheek curled.

but Beshgum slapped me off lightly as he turned to Mr. Makina and the others.

Shocked and rapidly falling bodies plunge from face to ground.

"Goddamn it!

Pull your body off the ground immediately.

"Ku......!

Immediately rotate and stand up and regain your posture.

"Ha, ha... it's all against the rules, you"

I see.

If you turn the attack around as fast as you just did, do you think it will react at that rate?

Maybe he's sensing signs, but he's got a wide field of view anyway.

Is it still difficult to poke surprises......

"You're not gonna use that spell again? Oh, I see... is there a load of curse?"

…………

It is said that I immediately understood the effect of the Ninth Curse, and it seems to be a good guess.

What are we gonna do?

The Ninth and Third Curse Combo isn't completely devoid of damage.

Because if he doesn't take a defensive stance and eats a third curse direct hit around his face, or...

"Ku, Master Krohiko!

Huh?

Now, what's the voice...

Turning around,

"Mia......?

"Mia?"

Standing behind Mr. Makina, who looked unexpected, was Mr. Mia.

She scratches her sweat all over her face, breathing as rough as I do.

"Ko, I have this... and I have... I'm sorry, I don't... Lord Krohiko's, I'm ready... to listen to you, I'm done!

What she had was my Shi Jing sword and - "Demon-eating".

"Master Krohiko won't run away, so if..."

Mia looks up as she breathes.

"Win, please...... Huh!

Mia speaks up with a face like the best.

My voice was rubbing up a little.

I can see some readiness for that look on her face that puts tears in her eyeballs.

…………

I see.

Mr. Mia, were you even going to the house to pick up weapons for me?

After listening in the dean's office, he immediately remembered and rushed to get it.

And he ran as hard as he could, and he delivered it.

Maybe you really want to tell me to run.

The expression tells the story of it.

but stopped holding back after listening to my story in the dean's office... I guess that's the place.

"Mr. Mia."

"Ha, ha."

I made him laugh.

"I will win, absolutely"

"- Yes."

Tearful Mia, but smiled at me.

Instructor Isabella told Mia if she could leave it to me.

And Instructor Isabella received a dwindling sheath of swords from Mr. Mia.

She keeps throwing sheaths at me.

Two sheaths fell under my feet.

I thought Beshgham would get in the way - but I didn't get in the way.

He is:

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

Huh?

For some reason, I was vomiting on the ground.

Hey, what's up?

No way, surgical engraving and doing feedback or something?

Beshgum wipes his mouth with his arms.

And when I looked up, he said with a cool face.

"I'm sorry. Your relationship was so disgusting, I threw up."

"Become -"

The revulsion came out?

Beshgham stuck his fingertips at us.

"This guy always trusted his opponent and cut off his blind dependency... is he in a precarious relationship? Is that it? A playwright who writes screenplays for cheap plays often prefers, like people-to-people bonding? Yeah, it's heartfelt. The bottom of my heart, I feel nauseous."

Beshgum throws up any leftover diarrhea in his mouth on the ground.

And he added his fingertips to his temples.

"Oh, I see"

Just a little.

Beshgham's eyeballs caught us.

I mean, you guys... you're gonna survive, aren't you?

Beshgum wiping his mouth again.

"You can't die here, do you think? I see, we're all trying to survive... so it's on our noses. What hope do you have in this situation?"

Beshgum's hand is cramped and trembling.

Blood vessels are floating vigorously on the back of the trembling hand.

The appearance reminded me of a large beast that was still flying.

"So there's a revulsion."

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm?"

I reach for the sheath at my feet.

"I want to survive, what's wrong? I want you to survive... what's wrong, bad"

Right and left hand.

Grip in the two patterns.

"I mean, I'm in trouble."

…………

"Everyone needs to live... and I'm not the only one in trouble. So..."

Two swords, then pull them out.

Stare at Beshgham.

"To continue the disdainful relationship that I just had with you -"

The sheath falls to the ground.

"Here I have to kill you. Whatever."

Shi Jing Sword on your right hand.

'Demon eater' on your left hand.

"Mr. Machina, Mr. Shanatris, Mr. Isabella, the instructors… think that after this, you will not be able to use the procedure"

Lynn, and.

Black fillets squeal and emit blue and white phosphorescence.

With this' demon eater ', Beshgum's surgical engraving will be disabled.

Most importantly, this is the knife that Hibigami had.

Power has also been proven in Operation Giant Crusade.

With this knife, or...

but I can't be alarmed.

The opponent is Beshgham Anglen, the fiercest man in the Four Faults.

Not even a minute of alarm, an unacceptable opponent.

I...

I gave some of my consciousness away to The Beast, who had been shimmering my eyes for a while now.

"Demon knife."

Beshgham takes the stand.

"Interesting"

The muscles in his arms make a squeaky noise to boost his temper.

Exhaled briefly, and I laid my sword.

And kick the ground, disease drive.

"You don't seem like you're going to give up yet. Out of the blue, it's a man."

I can put my strength into my sword gripping hands.

It clogs each other's distance at once.

"Then"

Beshgum pulls the raised arm of the blood vessel backwards as if it were even a bow to squeeze.

"Shatter them relentlessly - and ravage them before they are completely skinned"

Beshgum's fists, with added rotation, roar and attack.

"Yours, everything."

- No, no, no, no, no, no.