Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

It was the first time today that Beshgum smiled.

"Being chased… others approaching this strength of me at a rapid rate,"

The grin disappears from Beshgham's expression.

When he leaned down, he grabbed the barrel cap he was wearing.

"The feeling that someone is approaching their strength goes against expectations and is boring. If someone with the strength to stand alongside me appeared, I would have thought to myself,"

Beshgham took off his barrel cap and let it go to the ground.

"Outside, it was boring"

The wind rocked the woods.

The barrel cap rolls in the wind.

"The sudden growth and imminent arrival of others other than myself is just an eye-catcher... well, apparently I wasn't looking for a 'enemy' in the true sense"

Beshgum's dark hair is swollen by the wind.

"I was a little surprised to discover myself like that. That's crazy, and I got a zero grin. I noticed. I think I really like it. Really? If I'm the only one who's absolutely strong, is that good enough for you? I didn't ask for the enemy."

Beshgham laughed briefly.

"Not at all, what a trinket. Now you can't laugh at Maso. I'm the only one who can complete it as a person and reign in this world as an absolute strong person... this ole may also be vulgar depending on what you see. But..."

Beshgham turned off his grin again, one step, and came forward.

"Do I have faith in myself? For me," Beshgham Anglen "can also be described as an imminent presence in the divine concept. In other words, I am a man, but I am equal to God. So noble, I am. Hence..."

As if to proclaim, when Beshgham,

"You're welcome, man of the curse."

I stuck my fingertips at Crohiko.

He said, "Let's get to me."

To sum up what he's saying, this is probably the case.

I don't need anyone who approaches my strength.

I just wish I was the strongest.

Beshgham Anglen.

His idea seems to be in contrast to that hibigami.

Beshgham does not seek any stronger than himself.

On the other hand, I had the impression that that man called Hibigami was looking for a strong man to beat himself somewhere.

Otherwise, should I describe you as having fought in such a way as to invite people to heights?

A man who saw a rapidly growing crohiko and felt blind.

A joyfully stained man watching a rapidly growing crohiko.

If we were to match the way Sagara Crohiko thought about the world she was formerly in, it might resemble the difference between those who seek competition principles and those who abhor them.

which is right and which is evil will naturally vary according to the beholder,

- Both fruit ni, human.

At first glance, they are two human beings apart, but the emotions that either of them hold are by no means uncommon as the emotions that humans hold.

In a corner of consciousness' he 'thought so.

"Something's uncomfortable... right?

Beshgham takes another step, approaching Crohiko.

That's right.

There was a reason why Crohiko had left his hands and feet motionless to speak without moving to the ground earlier.

The feeling of discomfort in the body.

That's a feeling that gradually swelled up in the fight against Beshgum.

Similar to vomiting, sensation.

Crohiko roars, letting his saliva dripping from the edge of his mouth glow.

"Gu... gu... gu... gu"

The moment - Beshgum, it hit me.

Face to face, sharp kicks flying in a row.

Krohiko dodges, but does not give while a series of small-scale tornado turned Beshgam fists rest.

Even if you stay thorough in the fight, you push and lose.

"... guhhh!

Crohiko focuses on his body and turns to counterattack.

And the reward for the harsh beating that begins again.

A series of fistfights strikes a crohiko from the top when it comes to a giant hammer.

Crohiko's body sinks and his feet gradually enter the ground.

"Grr... Grr... Grr...!

A beating that took place before Beshgham started telling his story.

Some of the seers may have seen each other.

But in fact, Krohiko was more of a loser overall.

Veshgam's damage to Krohiko's damage appeared to be too little.

The very fact that that barrel cap couldn't be taken off during the battle in the first place, does it represent Veshgam's leeway?

Is it telling the story that his movements were not so intense for him?

Even if it's about the third curse I got on my back.

Beshgum was about to fold 'Demon Eater' then.

He could not use a surgical engraving that would harden his skin by the power of the 'demon eater'.

But with its back, it was cut off by a third curse.

It doesn't matter.

Probably nothing more than a plaything tool for Beshgham Anglen.

He spoke of himself as an absolutely powerful man.

The word is never false.

This man is an absolute strong man.

That is an unshakable fact.

But that's not all.

It's up.

Crohiko was feeling it.

Bethgum's attack power is rising more than it was earlier.

He's been stuck like a pile puncher since the first minute, a forward kick.

The power was showing a clear rise in speed.

"I'm surprised, too. Hmm... that's emotion, this. Hate, disgust, jealousy, sadistic...... surprised. I didn't know putting on emotions that I thought were vulgar would help me to attack this much. You can't just make fun of your brothers on this point. Thank you, man of the curse!

Bethgum's spinning kick captures Crohiko's temples.

"Gah... Gah!

With the cramping pain, Mishy, her neck made a murmuring noise.

Then my legs fall off the ground.

He falls straight out of his side head and Krohiko bites the soil.

Immediately after,

"Grr...... Grr......!

Crohiko spit out what was left of his stomach.

"The effect of using a curse... you've been eaten by your own power, man of a curse"

At the same time as intense vomiting, Crohiko said that erosion into the territory of consciousness--

- I felt it.

Eaten.

Eat.

"... Yes, Ca"

Understand immediately.

Beyond.

Tolerance.

Limits.

Let's live in me. 'The Beast' eats their 'Power'.

Absorb.

But Beshgum's power was too great to eat.

For example, it can be said that the appetite only enlarges, while the stomach is already more intolerable with bread.

I mean... you mean something like my vessel hasn't reached the point of eating up Beshgum yet?

When I was hibigami, I guess it was okay because he was up to my strength.

But Beshgum... he's crushing me with his whole body.

I feel my physical changes slowly reverting back to normal.

I just haven't broken the second realm of the eighth curse, so my left arm still changes.

"Fuck, man."

Regardless of the fact that consciousness was not completely taken over by the 'beast'.

"Have you bottomed out the change to animals?"

Beshgum shook up his leg.

What are we gonna do?

How do you beat this man?

"It's over, no curse man"

Hard soles of downpouring beshgum.

"I forbid..."

Beshgum's foot crushed his face.

Face bones scream.

Late and painful.

My nose bone may have broken.

"It's no use. And it's too late. You are hated by me, and you will die unharmed."

Unilateral ravages have begun.

I stiffen my body with my arms and legs.

It is impossible to avoid.

In this situation, we have to turn to defense.

But what do we do?

What's next... what's next?

It was then.

"No more, stop!

I heard Mr. Makina.

"Maki... Nasa..."

Beshgum's attack only loosens a little.

But Veshgam will not stop the attack.

He's a clueless man.

I look at the gap and slap my fist several times on the soles of Beshgum's feet.

but it doesn't look like it's working.

I don't know the look on Beshgam or Mr. Makina's face.

In this situation, only the voice...

"Enough! Enough! I... I'm sorry! You Four Felonies must have come to kill me!? Because I had a plan to kill the Four Felonies...... and one of my fellow Shanatris in that plan heard somewhere about visiting the Renault Thread, so he must have come to the Renault Thread!? Then you can kill me! I don't want to kill the Four Felonies anymore! Give me your life here, I promise! So... don't kill him... because I don't care what happens... so forgive me. Please... forgive this country"

The voice was full of regret and trembling.

No, Mr. Machina.

This guy is not the kind of guy who forgives people for that.

Besides, Beshgum wasn't the wind that Mr. Makina and Mr. Shanatris knew even when they saw it.

You must have already heard the name, but it doesn't feel like you have anything to think about.

The purpose is not Mr. Machina.

Beshgum's legs to be pounded down without interruption.

Damn.

But we have to get out of this somehow.

"What are you saying?

"Huh?"

The voice of Mr. Makina, flattered by Beshgam's reaction.

"What do you mean you don't know? You think we're here to kill you? I don't know what you're talking about. The reason we came to Renault Thread..."

Beshgham said something about incomprehensibility.

"Cecily Arklite, though?