"Is this a butterfly?... black butterflies?What are you going to do? "
Black Dead Butterflies gathered around me one after another.
Looking at that, it seems the other party was also alert.
Say so while watching the black dead butterfly move you've never seen before.
But I don't know what you're going to do.
Because I don't really know what the situation is.
(Hey, Norn, are you okay? What's this?Wouldn't it be bad if the black dead butterfly sucked your blood?)
Ask Norn in haste.
I remember when I fought an old man named Goode in Purge City.
Norn was definitely incompatible with Goeed, who manipulated the blood-sucking black dead butterfly.
Because, anyway, Norn is blood.
Black Dead Butterflies flock on the Magic Sword made of such blood.
I was worried that I was really okay.
In fact, the blood that was trapped inside me was being taken one by one by the black dead butterflies through the magic sword.
I got it, buddy.
But Norn tells me to put an end to such anxiety.
Then, the Black Dead Butterfly gradually moved away from the Magic Sword.
The black dead butterfly, a dark black butterfly, bled to the maximum, and somehow flew with a reddish color.
The black dead butterfly, which sucked such a lot of blood, did not fall on the ground as before and went towards the bodies of the shadow people who were bleeding, but began to dance around.
"What is it?"
Who said that?
Me, or the shadow opposite you, or another mercenary.
I saw a black dead butterfly dancing through the sky with no one else.
Every time a black dead butterfly floats its wings, something falls off.
It was like scaled flour.
The tiny powder on the wings of the butterfly falls down from the black dead butterfly.
But it's not scales.
Black Dead Butterfly is not an insect in the true sense of the word.
The black dead butterfly feathers that dance through the sky look like red scales.
However, it was like the blood drawn from the Magic Sword.
Looks like my blood is foggy, not scaly.
My blood spreads around me through the black dead butterfly as if it were spraying in the air.
... are you okay?
I found out that Norun sprayed the bleeding from his body with black dead butterfly and sprayed it in mist, but I thought so.
There are a few mercenaries here, but I wonder if they have any negative effects.
I wonder if I will get a strange illness later.
(Don't you know that? More than that, we're ready, Alphonse.Now he's in my stomach.
Norn asks if he knows that I have a glimmer of anxiety about the mercenaries' health.
Apparently, this is what Norn wanted to do.
Spread my blood in the surrounding space.
A fairly large space was covered with red fog by a black dead butterfly flying around.
And he said the space was in his stomach.
I see.
That's the point.
My blood itself is Norn, and it doesn't change even if it turns into a mist.
The foggy blood spreading around is spreading like filling a space.
And I managed to grasp the situation in the fog.
Among the thinly spread Norn are me, Eye, mercenaries, and the Shadow Man.
We can see that each position is not visible through Norn.
... moved.
Such a spreading sense of Norn is also conveyed to me.
And with that feeling, I can feel it clearly this time.
Even though the man who was supposed to be in front of me was standing there, he felt the signs of movement.
Is it magic?
Unlike the visible figure, does it feel like the entity is moving first?
I have moved with my appearance as a remnant and have attacked us.
Take it with the Blood-filled Magic Sword Norn.
I used my magic sword to parry the man who slashed my body with a dagger.
Successfully defends with a buzz.
Apparently, the opponent is not so powerful.
I wonder if they use magic more for speed and skill than for power.
I don't know for sure, but I didn't have a clear loss of power because of it.
"Hmm. Do you want to be attacked now?Is this the effect of the red fog?It's a very unusual force. "
"You, too. Looks like you're showing the aftermath before the attack.If I didn't know, I'd get attacked in the first blow. "
"I guess so. This is the first time my attack has been dealt with like this. It's a mess."
After meeting with the Dagger and Magic Sword, they distance each other and speak up.
Apparently, the opponent's man has hitherto struck the target with his first shot.
It seems surprising that Eye and I have seen it all this time.
And you realized that it no longer works in small pieces.
My whole body is more magical than before.
I'll do my best next time.
Perhaps the magic and forged flesh, rather than the afterimage, will really attack you at an incredible speed.
The fog of blood around you is getting thicker and thicker.
Feeling the signs of Norn getting thicker and thicker, and the signs of those inside, I was depressed to observe with the intention of seeing through every single shot of a man's body.