Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

"Knock..."

Blood dripped from Yakuma's nose.

But my nose hasn't broken, and of course my face hasn't fallen.

Syndicate hit him with much the same full force as the second time for the first time, but seems to be gaining even more endurance.

However, Syndicate determines that there is no particular problem.

Nothing will change the response.

"I also thought when I fought Isoya... you suck at the way you attack. You can't just swing down an attack like that, can you? I know what I'm going to do before I move. It moves many times faster than Hiroka did earlier, but it's easy to avoid"

Yakuma, beaten by Syndicate, is holding her nose flat.

"Even if you turn the pain into pleasure and the Triple Pipe returns to normal, wouldn't it be flimsy if they hit you in the face? Does that make sense? The medicine?"

"Huh...!

Silently, Yakuma waves her nails down toward Syndicate.

It's frustrating after all.

As Yakuma waves her nails down, Syndicate thrusts her dovetail under Yakuma's chest.

Yakuma's body flew away for a few meters as he cuffed out his saliva.

Yakuma managed to stay up, but has not been able to move satisfactorily.

Gagging and knees are trembling.

"What's up? Attack me. I'll beat you to it. Any number of shots."

"Gu... uuuuuu!

Yakuma raises her right hand.

Then five syringes appeared.

It would be for what I hid behind my back or at my desk.

"No. Yes!

As Yakuma's hand moves, the syringe flies toward the syndicate.

Inside, it appears to contain powerful acids that melted the floor earlier.

If the liquid in there was even a bottle, it would be seriously injured.

But if it's flying straight, I don't know how many, but it's easy to disable it.

"Don't ride the provocation."

Syndicate snaps with a small voice.

This eliminated the trap that Yakuma had prepared.

Syndicate sets up a pale deer to freeze all five bottles.

At that time, a large number of syringes appeared to surround the syringe.

"An idiot! I'm not sure I was just attacking!

Yakuma was destroying the ice from Syndicate's frozen syringe.

Dozens of syringes released from the ice head to the syndicate where Yakuma stood to freeze the five syringes he threw.

"... Shit!

Up, down, left, right, front, back. Omnidirectional enclosure.

I can't freeze it in time.

With the ice of the Ethereal Deer and the flame of the Red Horse, Syndicate pays for the syringe.

But the number of copies is high.

It was completely unprotected, and a few of the frozen syringes stabbed Syndicate's body...

"Ha ha. Too bad, it's over. Melt it out of your body!

Like, it looked like a yakuma.

"Oops."

Syndicate pays off the syringes left over and freezes them all off, as if nothing had happened.

"... be!?

"You know. Your syringe doesn't sting a dragon scale, does it? Gres told me."

Syndicate says as if he was frightened.

"... ah"

Syndicate's point is what Yakuma was saying himself.

Hiroka, whose entire body was covered in dragon scales, did not have a stab in his syringe, and for that reason he was severing his arm.

"... sounds like you're starting to be pretty optimistic about things with your meds. I was getting the drug out of my syringe needle properly when I attacked you with the first acid...... again, that medicine, does it really make sense?

"Ugh... shut up!

Yakuma turns back her heel and runs out.

"... what? Running away? I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna let you get away with this."

Syndicate is closer to the door of the room than Yakuma.

It doesn't matter if you get out of the window and fly through the sky, but it's the same with Syndicate now that you can fly through the sky.

Plus, I'm hitting my hand as if it's okay to get away with it.

But Yakuma doesn't seem to intend to escape, stopping in front of an object covered in black cloth.

"... are we done running away?

"Ha... ha... kukukukukukukuku"

Yakuma laughs, pointing to a point of black cloth. There's a tube-like thing stretching out there with a Yakuma syringe stabbed at the end of that tube.

"You didn't use them all"

"Just in case. I hit it with my own body. Sure, you're right, only in terms of strength, this medicine didn't seem to make much sense to me. This medicine is affected by the original body. I can't be that strong with my misfortune. But if the original flesh is stronger, it means stronger. I know you're a person... but I know you're a dragon!

Yakuma takes the black cloth. There was a dragon the size of a large bike, dressed in orange scales. It would be a dragon child who was in the gym even from the looks of it.

There were chains wrapped around his body and shackles around his mouth.

"Sounds like it took a while for your body to get big. But it's over."

Only one yellow scale grows on such a dragon child's sunset.

There's a hole in the scale, and a tube runs through it and a syringe is stabbed.

In line with the suspiciously heartbeating yellow scales, the dragon child freaks out and shivers his body, as does the color of the other scales.

And when the dragon child's tremor stopped completely.

The shackles, tubes and syringes that were worn bounced off.

The colour of the scales throughout the body is changed to light yellow, with only one hollow scales dubiously glowing in the center of the chest.

"... raaaaaa"

He had a high voice.

The moment that chill runs its voice reaches Syndicate's ear.

I flew so Syndicate's body could play.

"... Gu!

While flying, Syndicate understands that he was flown by that tail when he saw the tail of a dragon child shaking.

As he broke the wall and passed three rooms, Syndicate's body rolled down to the floor.

"Huh...!

"If you can beat me, you can leave it to me... it's easy."

Kuku and laughing, Yakuma approached with a transformed dragon child.