Slowly lift the kamikaze bird knife.
The feeling is grasping.
At the tip of it, I'm sure my madness will dwell with anger.
But that's not now.
Slash and carve your grandfather's body, just at that moment.
From the eight-phase stand to the dragonfly stand.
Grandpa hasn't pulled the knife yet.
It is curiosity that dwells in its eyes.
But that's not all.
'You're still young. You're losing your mind, aren't you?
"Out. I already know the time"
'Even if it is. But why don't you listen to me now?
Grandpa seemed to have fun.
I have a huge urge to strike right away.
However, there was blade damage on the blade that should have been slightly sharpened.
"Non has no grandchildren. I don't even have a son. But it didn't seem that way in different worlds. '
"What?"
"The parallel worlds are just like each other."
"What are you talking about!
"Techniques are still immature. But there are sights."
"What?
"Are you, in your reality, killing Noon?
"What's wrong with that?
"Again. The madness. And the intent to kill. Brilliantly embodied. Right, so what? '
You're good at something, Grandpa pulls the knife out.
Apparently, he gave up shooting without pulling.
"I thought we were going to fight different worlds again. Apparently it was surrogate '
That's not what I found out!
But we don't have time for conversation.
The atmosphere surrounding Grandpa is already different.
There's no way I'm losing my mind.
Insanity was hidden in silence.
It's not when the slaughter will be unleashed!
'Then, strange grandson. Don't let me down on this nonsense, okay?
Grandpa also went to set up dragonflies.
Disappointed?
What did you want?
I didn't know that.
Besides, I don't need words anymore.
"KYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
"KYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
It's the monkey voice that replaces the words.
And the ensuing slaughter.
Of course there will be kicks, knees and elbows, head poking and body hitting.
I'm not surprised he bit me.
Maybe even a dark vessel.
But that's the same here.
I can't think long from here in the first place.
Out of sight again, the color goes out.
And I was aware that madness had never been sharpened before.
It was also wrapped in anger.
I felt like I could say no to everything in the world right now.
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A tremendous battle was unfolding in front of me.
Certainly a battle between humans.
But I didn't look human.
Beast.
Ghosts.
Devil.
Shura.
No word fits.
It was a manifestation of anger and madness.
There are two such beings, trying to erase each other.
No, it looks like you're about to swallow it!
"With Keith's choice, what was the world like?
"He didn't choose. Forget everything, never wanted a new, orderly world."
"If I had chosen, what would have happened?
"Your world will come to an end. And you will be returned to your resources, and you will begin a new world."
"I don't mean the ruin of the world!
Keith was starting to slash each other with a small old man.
Which is in your favor?
I don't know.
But my consciousness was good for conversation.
I should have pointed it at you.
"And he didn't choose. I never wanted an old, chaotic world."
"In that case?
Your world would have survived for the moment.
"I wish it had happened."
But it is also the path to destruction promised.
"What do you mean?
It's synonymous with being destroyed. It must have made thermal change difficult rapidly. "
"There's no salvation."
I told you. There is no salvation in the world. There are choices and sorting. "
"And creation and destruction,"
That's right.
But Keith didn't choose either.
It won't be about understanding what the consequences will be.
What will happen as a result of Keith's choice?
But there are some questions to be asked before that.
"There are players besides me. What happens to them?
I'm sure it's on hold.
"I'm anxious."
"The personality of all players is constantly copied and information accumulated. It can be reproduced."
"Like me?
That's right. Some will have already lost their real flesh. Like you. "
"After all, there's no salvation."
How about that? At least it's on the record. You can accumulate more information. "
"Isn't that a diversion?
That's right.
"NPC should do well. It was based on the personality you actually copied."
"I'm changing my settings."
"I guess you've altered an inconvenient memory."
Exactly.
I was feeling sick.
I'm dying to throw up.
I don't want to think this is a false feeling either.
Sensory settings, keep it down more!
"Sorting parallel worlds, right? How many worlds are perishing in your hands?
"I admit that I am arbitrarily annihilated. But I know why you have to."
"Why?
"It is impossible to survive all parallel worlds. Because all worlds will perish at the same time."
"I can't believe it."
"Can't you believe it when you look at it? Sa too. There are limits to what we can see from a human perspective."
"Did it actually happen?
If you look at the correlation between the parallel worlds, you can compare it to the Great Tree.
"One world at a time, branches?
"It may be likened to a leaf. It's a structure with parallel worlds very similar to the same branches."
"Do all the leaves that grow in one great tree also have something in common?
"Exactly. And imagine how many trees there are."
What's your image?
Sure I can.
But what does that tell us?
"If you decay the great tree from its roots, everything will be ruined. You know that, right?
"Yes."
That's all there is to it.
"Does it mean that our world will be cut and then thrown away?
"There are branches and leaves that rot and fall themselves. It will be the same in your world."
"I'm going to lose my mind."
But they haven't cut it off yet. Keith's choice. "
"Why?"
"It's about to rot, because there are strange fruits at the end of its branches."
"What are you comparing it to?
"It's easy to put it into words. But it's hard to say how accurate it is."
"Fine, why don't you say it?
It's a human possibility.
Follow Keith.
All along in my ear, I heard the roar of the beast.
That was temporarily stopping.
The little old man seems to have been thrown away by Keith.
But the old man hasn't let go of the knife in his hand, even if he's thrown away.
Sounds like he's getting up right away and preparing for the raid.
Apparently, the expansion will change.
"What?"
"The scope for my intervention is expanding. There's another way. Maybe. Wait a minute.
"About what?
The doll didn't give me the answer back.
Suddenly I get anxiety.
What's going on now?
I don't know.
Is it true what you're feeling right now in the first place?
I don't know.
Still, something definite happened.
Keith is still fighting.
My gaze was supposed to follow that battle with nature.
Keith remains standing with his knife protruding, motionless.
No, he seemed to be breathing all over his body.
It also quickly calms down.
Until just now, it seemed like a beast was a lie.
But I can see you're smiling.
Because the leather helmet was chopped and carved in many places and the mouth was completely prominent.
This is a beast.
Shiny eyes just look like they're after prey.
What about the little old man against this?
He still seems to be laughing.
I don't see how you're laughing all over your body while you're wounded!
The old man walks over.
I was closing in on a guy tied up with a rope.
Stop the fight, what are you willing to do?
For some reason, I was anxious, and I was afraid.
Plus the two nebulae in the sky are already intersecting.
What does this mean?
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"Kukuku!"
"What's wrong!
There was a slight change in the surrounding landscape.
A slight colour in the world of monotones.
It's the color of blood.
Grandpa was bleeding from all over his body.
But I know.
There is not a single deadly slaughter in there.
You can't let him slash the skin, you can't slash the meat!
I was going to cut my life off, and I was slashing it in.
The same was true of me.
Keeping coming forward has not caused any fatal injuries.
My elbows, and my knees seemed to have been tapped in several times, but I don't care.
Naturally, it was a development that was sealing each other's special blow by stepping forward.
But the offense is stopped.
My grandfather is walking over to the demon god of muscle idiots.
You're gonna use it on your shield, too?
"It doesn't look like it's finished."
"What?"
'Kill the enemy when you can. Is that not what you've been taught?
Grandpa laughed and stuck out his knife.
It wasn't for me.
The tip of Grandpa's knife was piercing the throat of a muscular idiot demon god!
"Huh?"
"God and Buddha, the devil and the demon god remain the same. Kill me when you can."
"Grandpa!
"Were you going to secure your prey with this? Sweet. '
(Short jump!
It's like I wasn't thinking about it.
There is not so much respite.
Muscular idiot demon god. Will the spell of the Lisa collection make it?
"KYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
'Muh?'
Point it at your grandfather before you jump and unleash a special blow!
It came from the diagonal rear, but it reacted!
But is it because you took it with a knife properly?
There were some gaps, I could see them.
"Hyaha!"
"Cool!"
The front kick goes into the groin decently.
Hold your right elbow and roll it by hand, keeping it rearward.
Get the momentum that's spinning your body, back throw!
((Offense Fall!
((Defense Fall!
((Forced Melt!
((Slough!
((Delay!
((Paralyze!
((Ibir Eye!
((Gravity Prison!
(((Dark Prison!
((Holly Prison!
((Ivy Whip!
((Black Belt Wrapping!
((Rainbow Chain!
((Collapto!
((Autoclave!
(Draut zone!)
(Hells Flame!)
(Resonance!)
(Swarm!)
(Cards Worm!)
((Petrification!
((Iron Maiden!
(Mirroring!
Let's keep a hold of it.
I used a spell.
It's been used!
That thought is also strong, but now priority is given to the demon god of muscle idiots!
Don't go back to death.
Don't go back to death.
I won't let that happen!
(Liza collection!)
When touching the body of a muscular idiot demon god, he uses the spell of the Lisa collection.
What about the muscular idiot demon god marker?
The HP bar is crushed and scattered.
But the body isn't gone yet.
In time.
No, you'll make it, won't you?
But it's weird.
The effect should be immediate.
Why is that?
Unpack the grapenil.
Is this inhibiting the effect?
(Liza collection!)
Attempt resuscitation again.
But it doesn't respond.
No way, it's not coming through?
Was it too late?
But the body hasn't disappeared.
There's still something, means left.
You're gonna let me go to prison or something!
If you're going to prison, I'll send you.
It has to be!