The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

Wrong?

This self... wrong?

Gil eats his teeth off like that and grips his chest all the time.

It's like being stirred in my heart so bad. A very unpleasant feeling. I just can't help it - I don't like it, the feeling.

Oh, I don't like it.

It's like being scratched nails by a chest wound, like being stuck with a cold blade on your spine, like being stoned to the bottom of your belly.

Not even...

(I don't like this guy - I don't like him (...))

It was my first feeling.

For the first time, I don't like an irregular named Gil, who was born in his strongest seat.

It was once a little man who didn't say 'degraded products' and 'substitutes'.

- In my oldest memory, I was also a sitting man.

"Oh, I don't like it. This sensation, this poppy skin sensation, stinging with needles, stinging sensation"

That's what I can't help but hate.

That's what Gil groaned - the next moment.

A vast amount of darkness overflows from his body, and Kuse, who sees it, grips the knife all the time.

"It's you. It's you... Me, this me, this fool trying to deny me... you?

Gil's silver eyes capture Kuse.

A distorted vision as soon as possible.

Kuse swoops his magic back into his right eye - but the sickle was imminent in front of him the moment his vision returned.

"Nah."

An alarm rings in his head.

If you eat this - it's over.

To that sense of crisis that I can't help, I wave up the black knife and play the sickle loudly.

At the same time, it was Kuse, who kicked into Gil's belly and immediately flew back, but slight discomfort passed behind his brain when he saw Gil at the end of his gaze.

"... what, this feeling"

Zork and the creeps that gush up from the bottom of your belly.

Gill at the end of his gaze lay down his face, lowering the sickle in both hands to the ground with Dharan, just grumbling about something with the bumps.

"Wrong? Kill your friends, abandon your people, lose your place, lose everything, even if you come this way. Note that you are wrong......? Twice, twice, twice, twice... twice, fail?

Guillotine and Gill's eyes capture Kuse.

Moments, fears ran through his spine like he'd never felt before, and his body stood with a knife before he thought.

A flame of brilliant madness. The silver eyes that housed it just looked straight at Kusei, and the sickle rang slightly, gimping.

"Without what, am I right? Without what, I can do it right. I..., I... ugh."

Gil took a step.

That's all, just one step.

Nonetheless, the intimidation that overflows from him is not concomitant, and Kuse grips the knife hard under absolute pressure as if accompanied by wind pressure.

"... if you run, you lose"

Squeeze small.

I didn't know you were crazy.

It was anointed with anger, imprisoned in despair, and eroded in nothingness. If he is there now at its end, it must have passed a long time ago, such as madness.

If so, there is nowhere to get lost.

"I can't punch him right now, who's my friend... ugh!

The natural enemy of madness is courage itself.

If so, let's relate with courage.

"- Come on, we're going to win!

With the momentum of crushing the earth, Kuse rushes out.

The stump of a trampled world tree explodes heavily, and Kusei's waved sword leaves a trail of great slaughter on the stump.

But the relative Gil is taking it with a sickle in his hands, distorted by madness, angry, and staring at Kuse with that expression that conceived despair.

"It's you... ugh! Even you, if it wasn't for you..."

"Let it go!

As Kuse plays that big sickle, countless blades loom from above to Gill.

Gil looked up at the blade and exhaled.

"If only you weren't here."

moments, they were instantly burned to the ground.

A golden flame that burned out even the blade due to black flames (...).

Before that Kuse opens her eyes wide and even feels her sweat evaporate into the enormous heat that illuminates her skin.

"It works without what. I'm sure the answer is... yourself. If it wasn't for you. Even you - if you disappear here. Everything works out. My correctness will be proven."

Correct.

I can't help but walk without thinking that I am the righteous one myself. I can't even stand properly.

As soon as he came back, chaos fell asleep.

Only then could he have gone back to that place.

But its power to throw away that warm place with its hands, turn the world against its enemies, hurt its friends, kill its friends, and still keep walking.

That's - the crazy word in the name of justice.

- I'm right.

A kind of creepy appeared in those eyes that stared straight into Kuse, even pregnant with blindness.

"I don't know about correctness, I don't know about justice. I'm just saying I'm the one who's right. I think I'm the supreme one, but everything. I can't stand hearing other opinions. It's not worth a smile."

- Because they're wrong.

That's what I said, Gil laughed.

"Oh yes, everything but myself is a 'mistake', Dragon Horse Kuse. No matter how many opinions you have, no matter how many opinions you agree with, it's more wrong than 'other'. Anyway, it's justice to be on the spot. Because it's absolute supreme justice itself."

Therefore he stretches his chest.

There is no basis. Because if I insist, it's 'me'.

Just for that reason, he slashes and dumps the others.

"I'm right. That's all."

Yes Tsunami - Gil ran out at once.

Its speed is not comparable to that of earlier times.

Kuse, who unexpectedly opened his eyes when he saw it, blows up his magic by distorting his face to the heat of illumination.

"Let's go, Blue Dragon...... ugh!" Sacred Beastification "Huh!

At that moment he thought - biological, maybe as soon as he touched it, he would die there. Hot air kills me.

I will not spare you any effort.

Now this moment is the absolute opportunity.

Boom, and blue magic had blown up from his body, and at the next moment the blue armor that wrapped his body had been summoned.

Blue armor that wraps the scales around its body, boneless limbs like dragons. From that body there is a blue aura, his right eye pale and brilliant.

"- Die."

Gil's shaken sickle clashes with Kuse's sword, wielding enormous heat and blast all around him.

I learn the feeling of chillies and burning my hair, eating my teeth out big.

Heat enters the lungs and breathing also feels painful.

Therefore, the breath is no longer inhaled.

"Fast forward, I'll smash!

When he plays the sickle with a large knife, he narrows his eyes softly and takes the stance of being together.

Guillotine and eyes burn a cold flame and a sharp gaze pierces Gill's body.

"... ugh!

And flash.

Living knife extraction technique taught more immediately than a brain muscle swordsman at his party. This time it is its' modoki ', but its sharpness is nevertheless first-class.

The blow engraved a red wound on Gil's chest, which jumped backwards aggressively, and looked down at it, Gil sighed slightly at the wound 'not healing'.

"Black flames, still troublesome"

But.

Gil, who went on to do so, flips out at once, making sure to draw a circle to Kuse and approaches him.

"If it doesn't heal, just don't eat it"

Gilang, and the Great Sickle shines a cold glow, and Kuse waves a knife along with it - though.

- At that moment, Gill's movements stood still, as if the time had stopped.

That place, that moment, that time.

I forced all the muscles in my body to push and kill the movements I had been moving, laughing and showing them.

"- Huh!"

To that grin, fear runs on Kuse's spine.

Bad, bad, bad.

I can't stop the knife I shook down to intercept.

But the knife cleaves the void, and Gil, who sees it, regains movement again.

And a word.

- Expose yourself to death.

A ferocious blade looming in front of you.

A blade wrapped around a nasty aura approached my neck.

And Kuse's figure scratched out.

"Moment, move...... ugh"

When Gil moaned small in that back hand he had put out here, he opened his eyes wide to that 'hand', which at the same time appeared eating through the world tree at his feet.

"Huh!? Blue Dragon's ability to embody......"

The quality of Blue Dragon's magic is excellent at embodying.

embody and manipulate all things.

And this time...

"Embodiment - Blue Dragon Rigid Arms"

The voice echoes from behind, and Gil twists his upper body in agitation.

However, the current situation in which one leg is grabbed, it is not possible to make that much movement. Gil, who made a big move, only achieved the thrust, but he loses his posture greatly.

And Kuse, looking sideways at it, grabbed the knife.

(- This is the moment... ugh)

I was sure.

He said this was the best gap.

Without help, he waves down a small swing of blow.

Gil also had a way of moving for a few moments if he worked hard to get the most out of it. But at this moment, he heartily tongues at the emergence of "technology" through repeated training, not feelings.

And... I cut off my own leg.

"Ha!"

Hold Kuse's knife down for a moment with one hand sickle, hook the other sickle to the stump, and leave the scene only with the force of his arm.

Cut off your leg, take it, leave.

It was an action that came to mind because it was immortal, such as cutting off his legs, and Kuse, who saw it, looked stunnedly at the cutting edge of a knife that had cut the sky open.

"... now, did you think you could kill me?

The mockery echoes.

If you give him a face, there's Gil showing him gently tapping the ground with his original foot, and Kuse accidentally eats his teeth off to that figure.

Gil laughed so loudly at him.

"I'm right, I'm strong. You want to take the strongest seat? Well said to that extent, fool."

Absolute confidence had manifested itself in the words.