Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

Grease, in the palm of Syndicate's hand, has a syringe pierced deep into her abdomen, her feathers torn apart and she looks miserable to see.

Is Syndicate's rugged face anger toward those who have turned Gres into such a figure?

"Si...... Dear Syndicate"

Grease's breathing is slightly more intense.

It's like you're burning the last flame of your life, roughness.

Gres manipulates the slime with less magic and spins the words.

"Oh... please, I do"

Syndicate was silently listening to Gres's request.

'Please, I will. With Master Syndicate's hand, pull out the syringe that is stung in my abdomen!! Master Syndicate is stabbing me! Give me something strong! Pull it out, Master Syndicate! Hands off! Nuk! hehe......!

"Asshole or you!! That's why you refused to treat Bellis!!

Syndicate pulled out a syringe that was stabbing Gres in the abdomen with a scratch.

'Kuha......! They pulled me out... Dear Syndicate, I...'

Gress trembles, freaking out.

"Ha......" Calf ""

With such grease, Syndicate greases the healing magic.

"I wanted to, I thought it was bad and I lost it. Don't be happy to be torn apart."

'The only person I am happy to be done is Master Syndicate or Master Kotalou. Whatever that guy did to me, I just don't like it. Speaking of which, Master Syndicate, I'm sorry.'

Gres, whose abdomen and chiseled feathers had healed, bowed his head to the syndicate.

"Hmm? What's up? Mr. Baiyano is protecting you, and you have nothing to apologize for, right?

To Syndicate's words, Gres shook his head sideways.

'No, I couldn't protect something important'

"Important stuff?

"Yes......"

Gres, really, spicy, lays down his face and says:

'Take care... I took care of it, I can't believe that such a man took away my precious' First Feather Munchkin '...!

"What's that scary! Huh? You guys have that habit?

I wanted Master Syndicate to take it from me - and ignore the shivering grease. Syndicate looks at Bellis.

Originally, Berris and the others have a rather arrogant ecology of deciding whether to empower the creature by eating their own bodies or not.

So, just in case, Syndicate saw Bellis.

"Fe!? Fess!"

Beris is shaking his head sideways with all his might.

After all, there seems to be no such custom.

'And that's why Master Syndicate. Please punish me'

"What, so what? I don't think I'm going to punish you for protecting Mr. Lily."

'No! Please, punish me! Again, my feathers in the hands of Master Syndicate......!

"Oh no, that's not true! Tell me more about him than that! Because it's time for Oles' magic to run out!

On the ground floor, the sound of the explosion was still ringing violently.

Oles with a yuffy look is usually a cheeky loose personality child as it looks, but when a friend is hurt, he shows a radical side.

Use the explosive magic of your specialty to destroy things around you with high laughter.

Each shot of that magic is powerful enough to be buried in a single blow if it's a demon about Red Oak, and the aggressive magic power will be the strongest of the Syndicates.

That's what she's doing now, on the ground floor of the hospital, continuing to blast magic toward the fallen Isoya.

'... Yes, I did. The man who took Master Madoka, Isoya, said. From the content of the conversation, you seem to belong to some group, and perhaps there are still a few on top of that group. The name of the person who came out is Gaomaro, Yakuma'

Unfortunately, but after exhaling somewhere satisfactorily, Gres tells Syndicate what information he's got.

"His vocation, warrior. The intrinsically skilled 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' has already been consumed. You shouldn't be able to use it for at least the next few minutes. And a bunch of weapons he has'

Gres is hungry.

'Earlier, the syringe that was stung in my stomach was apparently something of a person named Yakuma. I don't know the details of his abilities, but what he says is that if he throws it, it's inevitable, and, probably, there seems to be more than one drug in it'

"Drugs…?"

Syndicate looks at the syringe that was just stabbing Grez in the stomach.

The syringe, even though it is, in the form of an analogy, yes, precisely, shaped with a needle stuck to a cup capable of sealing the liquid, and if you look closely at each one, the snake is wrapped around it.

Snake.

Besides, the fact that things like that syringe are golden tells Syndicate a bad feeling.

"... so, is there anything physically unusual?

Syndicate puts things like syringes on the floor, freezes them and secures them, and then covers them with floor creases that were falling all around them.

'Yes, that's okay. Because the stabbed part of the syringe cut itself off before the medicine turned. He said that his flesh had been fortified after taking the medicine, so I could spin it... thanks, because I had a different feeling'

"No, that's good. You don't have to do that. Then again, the ability to make it smaller..."

Syndicate, stand up.

'It's the ability of a gavel. Powerful ability to make not only solids, but even liquids, perhaps, gases smaller, but, as Syndicated expected, right?

When Gres asked, Syndicate nodded lightly.

'... you're a boulder. But why did you think Oles' explosion magic would work? I know it really makes sense more than a successful stall so far, but his ability probably makes the gas smaller as well... '

An explosion is simply a gas expansion.

Then the explosion is small, and it's something that's going to be disabled.

"Well, I guess that Isoya guy, too, can make the explosion smaller if he wants to make it smaller... he just hit the magic of GRESS once, didn't he? Because there were wet footprints in the hospital."

"Yes, I did manage to hit one unintentional shot without being reduced..."

"In other words, the ability to make the item smaller cannot be smaller without the person responding. Turn it down, I can't do it without thinking. Then an attack so fast that you can't react. For example, I didn't think an explosion would work."

'... I see. That's just great. I thought Master Syndicate would do something about it, but he's going to really do something about it. But when Oles' magic runs out, now what... '

Just then.

The sound of the explosion that was heard from the ground floor stops.

Then there were two more, two more, flying from empty holes.

That's Oles, who is falling out of his magic and Beris, who thought it was time to fall and pick him up.

"Fe, fes tu"

Without force, Oles crushes.

I can't even seem to manipulate the slime to make the letters.

"'Chi, Chisho, I couldn't defeat you, I regret it'. What are you gonna do? He's coming this way. '

Beris, who spoke for Oles, asks Syndicate.

"I don't care what you do, you'll have to fight... Ah, Mr. Mizubashi"

Syndicate turns to Yurina.

"If it doesn't work as we were talking about, I just gave it to you. Use it."

"Okay."

Yurina snorts.

"... what did you just give it to me?

Madoka asks Yurina.

"That's what I say when I have to use it. But is it going to be necessary to use it?

In the second half, the word I said to Syndicate, but Syndicate gently raised her shoulders to the word.

"Um, I think I'm probably fine... but speaking of which, I haven't asked Gres the most important thing."

Syndicate looks away from Syndicate's hand and Grease, who was flying near him.

'What is it? There's nothing more important to me than being caged by Master Syndicate and Master Kotarou...'

"... that won't happen, just in case. Do you know what the name of his weapon and hammer is?

'Huh? Uh, that's...'

"He said 'hammer out'. But that's..."

Instead of Gres, who couldn't answer right away, Madoka answers.

"'Hammer out'? I see..."

To Madoka's answer, Syndicate scratches her head.

That's the answer as expected.

"Ha... ha... ha!!

From the stairs, I heard a rough breath.

Isoya.

Oles must have blown his torso up by concentrating his torso.

Isoya, her torso is naked and smoke is coming out of her skin.

I'm just not hurt.

It must have healed.

I don't know what kind of medicine it is, but it's a great healing ability.

Seeing Isoya like that, Syndicate is convinced.

"He's a moron."