Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

From the flam, the sense of time had been completely lost.

How much time has passed holding your head and staring at the floor without even blinking?

It was long enough to seem forever, but I guess it's actually about a few hours.

It's not dawn yet, the sitting hallway remains dark.

My mouth is ragged, and I can't sweat anymore.

My body was looking for moisture, but I didn't have the strength to just stand up and head into the kitchen.

Gattang.

Behind the flam, the door swayed.

The chatter and knob are twisted and hit on the back many times.

"Oh, that? It won't open, why not? I'm not supposed to be locked..."

What I heard from inside was the voice of the ink.

Flam trembles all the time.

Should I go back?

Retreat, face to face with her, what do we do?

Oh, I've decided that.

The ink is the same thing that I saw in the lab.

Then... then...

"Wow, it's open. Is anybody there?

Flam, away from the front of the door, laid on his right knee and called out a soul-eater in a crouched position.

The tip of the black blade points toward her.

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

"I can only hear you breathing. Is it a flam? Hey, don't shut up. Say something."

My face - it was normal, always the same ink.

Is there a condition? Can you intentionally change that?

I don't know, I can't believe anything anymore.

But only that sight I just saw is a sure fact.

The ink's face swirls, the eyeballs spit out, the nightmarish sight...

Saila's gone.

Milkit and Eterna didn't come home.

Many others, people, died.

Suppose that was done by the hands of ink.

Flam gets up.

Lift your sword and put your strength into your gripping hands.

All you have to do is swing it down.

If I wave it down - will I die?

No, if you're saying she's really like Arr (...), she shouldn't die until her wound swirls and her core crumbles.

Where is the core, is it the heart, or is it somewhere else?

To make that clear, first, cut off her body - cut, cut...!

"You're there, aren't you? Welcome back, Flam. Sorry, I think I fell asleep. I was upstairs when I noticed, but I wonder if he was asleep. It's been common for a long time, and that's why everyone used to say," You're too bad for a sleeping minister. "

"... Huh..."

"Are you going to flirt now, Flam? I have good ears, I can hear you. If it's quiet, you can hear the heart."

Ink speaks to Flam in the same condition.

Kill? Can you kill this girl?

After a moment, the look I just saw may have been completely different from the ink.

Yes, I was replacing it.

He appeared in the gap where she was sleeping, switched, and deliberately appeared to surprise Flam.

If you think about it, Tsuji fits.

It fits - just because it fits, what does it say it is?

"Ink......"

Finally, Flam called his name.

Ink gave a relieved look and immediately swelled her cheeks and angry.

"He finally reacted. If it weren't for Flam, I'd be anxious to figure out what to do, wouldn't I?

She gives a year-to-year, humane look.

People.

If this is not a person, then what the hell is it to say?

I wish I didn't go back to being a monster, but why take a person's appearance?

To hunt down the flam, or to alarm you.

But if that's the reason, you just have to kill him while he lives with you.

Why didn't you?

Why, why, why.

I don't know everything, I can't think of an answer, I can't accept it.

"But if it feels like it, you couldn't find the two of them. I'm sorry to hear that, but tomorrow, when it gets bright, I might come back..."

"Hey Ink, don't you remember?

So I asked.

I reached out to the box of despair myself.

The ink tilts its neck.

"What?

Flam squeezes his voice out of his dry throat.

"that I was... spitting out my eyeballs, becoming a monster"

"... what, that. Flam, no matter how many jokes you make, that's terrible!

"No, no! It's not a joke, it's not an illusion. Just now, the ink was definitely becoming a monster in front of me! I saw it!

Fram's sad voice echoes in a house where there are only two of us.

The sound was leaking slightly outside.

"F, Flam, that's why..."

"There is. It's not a mistake. I heard it, I smelled it, and I remember the temperature! At that time, the ink was definitely not human. It was a disgusting monster! Hey, tell me the truth. What's the ink? Where did you come from?

I guess I realized from the flam's voice that she meant it.

"No, no," the ink snapped again and again, shaking his neck to the side.

Then check the position of the wall with your hands, one by one away from the flam.

I'm a human being.

"No, I'm not human"

Deny it instantly.

It's not like one of them is lying.

We are in conflict with each other because we are so sure.

"I'm a human being..."

"With those eyeballs, I hunted down Saila"

"Chi, no, not me... Huh!

"A lot of people have been killed."

Flam throws up in a mix of anger.

Ink can only be perplexed by the sudden hatred from the person he was directed at and believed in.

But - I didn't think she was unreasonable.

“Maybe it is".

I had that hunch, so, unnecessarily, Fram's words stick.

"I don't, I don't know!

"And Milkit and Mr. Eterna stopped coming back!

"No, no, no! Why don't you believe me?

"It's not up to me because I saw it! How do you expect me to believe the words of ink when they show me that stuff!?

Even Flam didn't want to say this if he could.

If I could believe it, I wanted to believe it forever.

If that's what you want, I thought it could be a place for ink, just like Flam and Milkitt met and got a place for each other.

But - it collapsed, already, so, so, so everything.

"I... I'm not a monster, I'm not a monster!

That said, the ink runs down the stairs.

He snorted along the way and rolled down to the ground floor.

My whole body stings.

My closed eyes gave me zero tears.

With a shirt - borrowed from the flam, with a shirt that smells a little sweet on her, wipe.

The memories of the days spent came back to me and made me unnecessarily sad.

I stood up to the food for that grief, ran down the hallway, punched my shoulder against the wall many times, and reached the front door with a curl - out barefoot.

The cold air of the night seems to tell me, "You're lonely."

Flam - he didn't even stop such ink.

A soul eater spills out of her hands with a gotten, and she herself collapses.

As he stood on his knees, he looked up with his eyes closed.

Like ink, even flam is crying.

I don't even know what the tears are.

Various - Anyway, there's a mixture of different moans, which embodies Shizuku.

"Ahhh... ahhh! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!

I turned my feelings without a place to go into a growl and screamed like crazy.

Hold your head with both hands and rub your forehead against the floor.

And again, scream.

Gun and hit that forehead on the floor many times, repeating it so much that blood seeps in, punishing itself with pain.

And also, in a dead voice, scream.

The ink I was trying to get away from there stopped inadvertently on the voice I heard from inside the house.

I'm not the only one moaning.

I'm not the only one suffering.

No lies, no foams, and the emotions that come into that cry have a definite form - a "sense of reality”.

That is, it is not a lie.

It's not even a dream.

Ink is certain.

I'm sure Flam really saw himself become a monster.

"Phew... Gu, uh... ugh..."

Ink bites his lips, shakes his shoulders and leaks a whimper.

I don't think that's possible.

But I also know that the facility I grew up in is not normal.

She has not been informed of what she was doing over there or what she has been raised for.

Because it was useless and out of company.

But if this is going to happen, I wish I didn't like it and ran away.

Without knowing it, I wanted to keep living as a livestock in the boxyard.

Then I might not have gotten the happiness of the crowd.

But I've never felt this pain before.

"Fla...... Ngu!?

Trying to get back home again, I took a step of ink - someone winged it from behind and held my mouth.

Is it a man because of the size of his hand, the strength of his power?

The ink rose, resisted, but was unlikely to escape.

But for a moment when my hand was out of my mouth, I raised my voice desperately.

on Flam's ear, which was sitting at ease, with his forehead on the floor,

"Yikes -!"

Ink screams jump in.

I immediately interrupted, but I'm not mistaken in hearing it.

Is someone attacking me?

If I don't help you - I think so reflexively, I get up.

But I stopped on the spot.

"Ha... ha... help me... what are you going to do,"

Kick him out, treat him like a monster, now.

"... oh"

Bringing a sickle neck, fake justice.

That's what he says.

"That, but"

Even though Milkit is not here, what happens if he is a hero?

Flam doesn't even know.

But I'm not going to be able to hold it in.

"Still... I have to help, I'm sure I'll regret it...!

Without reason, I thought so.

Then you shouldn't think about it later.

Things like that, all you have to think about after you're done.

Now save the ink, whether you let it live or... kill it, to leave room for choice.

As Flam runs down the stairs, the soul eater that was falling on the floor becomes a particle, and a mark floats in her palm.

As she reached the hallway on the ground floor, she sickened down a straight corridor with all her strength and popped outside.

Leap and at the same time light particles wrap your feet and wear Epic leather boots.

And Zazz, he slipped and landed, checking left and right.

The ink appearance - there was, a big man is strangling me with wings.

"Ink!"

"Oops, I knew it was coming out"

"You...... deink! Why are you here!?

"Why, is that so decided to find this escaped guinea pig? I thought you might be here, but he was right about my hunch. That's me, I'm impressed."

With that said, Dayne put more effort into her arms to further tighten the body of the ink.

She looks bitter.

"Get the ink off me!

"Damn, I have a situation, too. Besides, the fact that this guy popped up on his own means he even had a fight, right? I get it, I get it, I guess you said“ monster! "to this guy anyway. Oh, poor thing, well, it's true, but hi-ha!

"Huh... you are ahhhhhh!

"Oh, I'm scared, it was a star."

Saying he's scared, Dayne has an extra look.

"Hey Flam, do you know why they said this guy couldn't do it or something?

"I don't know and I don't want to know!

"Well, listen. This guy, as you know, doesn't realize he's a murderer with a monster. You know why?

"Ugh......!

Chemicals. Murderers.

To those words, the ink reacted with a slight lean, shaking its head.

You don't want to believe it.

But I don't mind Dayne - no, I rather look happy, telling the truth about the ink.

"That's because it's only when Origin's power is expressed in a" deep sleep state ”. Dimensions are that only when you let go of consciousness will your flesh be dominated by the power of Origin. Even while you were staying at your house, you were producing those disgusting, face-to-face, gentle eyeballs with automatic defense in the quiet hours of everyone's sleep, weren't you? That's Flam, he's even hunting down slaves to your friends and guardians, so that's a funny story, hahahahahahaha!

"You know about Milkit and Mr. Eterna!?

"I'm the one who put an eye on those two. I guess it's about time you were somewhere and you were that creepy chunk of meat!

"- I'll kill you, you're the only one I'll ever kill. Uh-huh!

Flam pulls out his sword and storms Dayne.

"Whoa, I have a role to play in delivering the escaped chemicals. I'm gonna need these guys to stop me."

When Dayne signals, the men who were waiting appear lukewarmly from the shadows.

They all look like they're dead.

Probably been treated by the church in some way.

Poor thing.

What I've been waiting for at the end of my service to do is take away my self-consciousness and treat me like a tool, even though I would be one of those people who has always believed in Dayne and followed me.

"My employer tells me not to kill Fram Apricot... well, as far as I'm concerned, either way, but I'll warn you for once"

"... warning?

"Oh, that's my kindness. Don't get your hands on them (...). Run away, and don't try to chase me. Because they're so church-side people."

"Are you going to beg for your life?

"Ha ha, that's not it! I was thinking about you, you know? As far as those eyes are concerned, I don't think I can restrain myself. Well, try to survive at best."

"Nguuuuu!

That said, Dayne runs away with ink.

She reached for the flam, as she asked for help.

"Inkww!"

Flam screams her name and tries to come forward.

But there, Dayne's men stood up.

Daggers, spears, blunt weapons - the number of men surrounding the flam with various melee weapons in their hands is about 10.

There are even men with bows, bowguns, and slings on remote places and roofs.

Too much power to deal with one girl.

Their prowess, Flam scans the nearest man to confirm.

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Gorgin Torres

Attribute: Fire

Muscle Strength: 611

Magic: 422

Health: 580

Agility: 412

Sense: 457

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Total 2482 - Top C ranked strength.

Pretty capable adventurer, is this guy the leader?

Just in case, scan yet another guy as well.

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Gorgin Torres

Attribute: Fire

Muscle Strength: 611

Magic: 422

Health: 580

Agility: 412

Sense: 457

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"Exactly, the same?

Is that possible?

Regardless of the same last name, I can't believe all the attributes and statuses match.

Next thing I know, I'm gonna scan the guy next door.

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Gorgin Torres

Attribute: Fire

Muscle Strength: 611

Magic: 422

Health: 580

Agility: 412

Sense: 457

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Also, it was the same.

This would mean that Dayne's men surrounding Flam are all people with exactly the same ability to just look different.

If this is also blatant, Flam will no longer be surprised.

"This is the work of the Church."

Ten, eighty-nine, it would be the power of the core.

To be a part of the church, Dayne sold his people.

You'll see, you're probably not self-conscious about them anymore.

Is there someone who wants to be in this state?

Giri...... and Fram had a toothpick.

I'm not calling you a sinless person.

But they were supposed to admire Dayne for them.

He betrayed it to protect himself.

"I can't forgive you, everything......!

Turning his anger into power, Flam kicked the ground and approached the men in front.

This is my first experience fighting against a large number of people.

The opponents are adventurers to a lesser degree than themselves, there's no way they can win given the number difference.

Advantage - if you don't make the most of the magic of physical regeneration and inversion, you won't see the possibility.

And to change the overwhelmingly unfavourable situation, we will definitely reduce the number one person at a time first.

Fong!

I swallowed the soul eater out of it in a single letter.

The men who were within range avoided backsteps at the exact same time.

That's when Flam shook off his sword, and I heard a little sound called Pash from up there.

Confirm the released arrows at the edge of your vision and gather magic to match them with your feet.

And the tip of the arrow came into contact with his leg, and as the sharp pain ran,

"Riversalu!"

Activate magic.

Then the arrow turned and was ejected towards the person who unleashed it.

The man twists his body and dodges it.

Flam struck his tongue without thinking "chip".

If it worked, I would have been able to finish one.

In advance, inverted magic, because I knew it would come.

If this was unintentional, it wouldn't have worked.

Change your mind immediately.

Straight ahead, a man with a spear sticks out the spear at the same time as he retreats, aiming at his body.

Zach!

Flam dared to take it.

The advantages and disadvantages of the length of the reach will not be covered, we will have to let the meat cut, break the bones, and approach the force.

A sharp ear pierces my shoulder.

Intense pain struck the flam, like blood gushing out and embedded a chunk of heated iron.

For a moment she distorted her expression to pain, but exhaled and retained consciousness.

Grab the spear pattern to avoid being pulled out immediately, and forcefully take away the prey.

When I made sure the spear was out of the man's hand, I threw it right down to the ground.

A man with a sword strikes from both sides at the same time, another spear looms from behind.

We just have to move forward.

Walk through between the pouring blades and wave your sword at the man who has bare hands.

The stepping in is still sweet, this should also be avoidable, so next - that's what I was thinking, Flam.

"Phew!

The man approached himself, twisting his fist and slamming it into his abdomen.

"but...... ha!?

Dogoo!

His guts are shaken by a strong impact and all the air in his lungs is thrown out of his mouth.

Too hands-on a move - wasn't the spear destiny?

No, even the move before that, it shouldn't have been amateur's.

Martial arts and spears both extremely...... would such a man be spoiled by the position of the lower end of the Dayne clan?

Behind Flam's brain, one possibility floats.

I wonder if they share not only their abilities, but even their skill -.

Another man skewers her back.

Quickly pulled out, next blow right away.

"Agoo."

In addition, a man approaches from the right and waves down his sword if he drops his neck.

The flam prevents it with his right hand, but the prevented area is cut off and falls to the ground.

"Yes, no... Huh!

More arrows flew in from the front and stabbed him in the shoulder.

From the top of the left roof a fireball is released, bursting at the same time as it lands on her left foot, choosing meat, and the body falls to the right on its impact.

"Ugh... guh...!

The pain of being tapped into the brain from every part of the body deprives the body of its freedom.

The difference in force is too overwhelming.

Fighting this number of people in a wide area against them is foolish, looking for an alley but that distance is too far to the flam today.

When Flam fell to the ground, he put lightness first and erased the soul eater once.

Then use the momentum to roll on the side and take the back of a man with a sword.

"Ahhh!

And he pulled out his soul-eater as he waved his arm, aiming at its neck.

Fong!

But - without even turning around, the man kneels down and dodges the blow all over his body.

- Such an idiot.

Exactly. Flam peeled off his eyes, too.

You say you have eyes on your back, I thought I took those for sure.

... a little bit, no joke, maybe something similar.

We share it.

Ability, skill as well as five senses - with other men.

Otherwise I can't explain why they avoided an attack from behind without looking.

And the sword, and the spear, and the arrow, and the magic shall come upon the flam that was flashing.

Rolling further and avoiding it does not loosen the hand of pursuit.

Dayne's words come to the back of his brain.

It was.

I couldn't possibly admit that following his advice would result in the right result, etc.

But now, we just have to run away first.

Flam hurries to the entrance to the nearest alley as he nearly collapses at the front.

The wound is already healing, there is pain but not enough to move.

Men looming from behind.

But it's hard to keep up with them and the speed of the flam if you get away thoroughly - and if you have a narrow path to it, you can create a one-on-one situation.

Running desperately, groaning at times.

A little more, we'll be there in a little while.

Yes, I thought so.

Magic plunders both sides of Flam's body.

The fireball crashed into the exterior wall of the house.

Dunn!

- Destroy it.

Collapsed debris piled up and blocked the way.

There's nothing I can't get through if I climb, but I don't have time to do such a long thing before this number of people.

Flam hurries and looks back.

In a moment, an arrow pierced my belly and thigh.

"Ha... ahhh!

Quickly pull.

"Ha, ha, ha"

Intense pain, he opens his eyes and exhales repeatedly.

The next arrow, without getting a haircut in, unleashes magic, and while you're at it, a man approaches with a size mace that can be handled with one hand.

Flam waving soul-eating in a damned mood.

Of course he was avoided and the man who packed the distance shook up a blunt piece of metal.

Where we unleashed a clear counterattack here, these guys would use the feeling they shared to try to avoid everything.

Do we have to spoil the opponent's attack?

Flam - but laughed.

Concentrate your magic at your feet, the object of adaptation is your toes touching, tens of cm square of cobblestone.

"Riversal!"

When she activates the magic, the back of it reverses.

Gogi!

When I thought I heard a blunt noise, my leg turned into an inverted cobblestone underlay, bent in an impossible direction.

And out of balance, my body leans.

This is inevitable no matter how much you see it.

"Sooooooooo!

A full blow waved down with the hanging tied the man's defenseless right shoulder and left flank in a straight line and cut him off.

Immediately after, the cutting surface freezes.

"First of all, the first one. Huh!

Historically, the difference in numbers, if there is still one less person, will loosen the hand of the attack that much.

There is no upset for the men when their companions die.

After all, they have no intention.

Consciousness, united and made one, can no longer be called that of man.

It's just a doll, listening to Dayne's orders.

That's why, there wasn't as much of a grip as when I killed a human.

Fly away the magic aimed at your feet, flam pointing your sword tips straight at the men.

The hand I showed you once doesn't necessarily work again next time.

I don't know how I ended up with the second one - thinking about it, I could hear something pounding and falling.

When you look directly next to yourself in the sound, there's...

My eyeballs are falling.

"... Huh?

I wish you could have finished with just one.

But the white sphere comes down like rain, blurry afterwards.

Not just from the top, but from the groove, from behind, and from the front where the men loom.

"No way... in that sense... eh"

Dayne's advice.

Don't get your hands on these men, run away - to their true meaning, Flam finally realizes.

I don't feel like killing people in ink.

I don't feel like I was a monster in the ink.

In other words, everything was done voluntarily by the released force, regardless of her will.

Automatic defense.

Church officials...... no, not given that Sarah and the knights were involved.

Perhaps someone involved in the study, or the ability to automatically protect that confidential information, uncontrollable - that's what that nasty looking ink spit out, the identity of the eyeball.

Flam actually sees with his own eyes the end of those who have touched it.

I bounced off reflexively and took a distance.

But in time, an eyeball that had already been snuggled in enters the body with a zubble from above the boot.

There's no pain - just a feeling of disgust, even.

"Hiuuu...!

Flam stifled his body.

When he moves to the center of his leg - and it grows from ankle to toe in his boot.

Bocco, and the top of the boot swelled.

"Ko, this is... ku, gu, disgusting... ugh!

It was bundled to overlap. Because of that, I can't force my feet well and I can't step on the ground.

There, a man with a dagger approaches - poking at his heart.

Bachu!

Flam grabbed it with his hands.

"Ah, gu..."

The blade pierces and penetrates the palm of his hand.

The man immediately pulled out the next attack, but Fram grabbed the hilt and stopped it.

The two muscle strengths are antagonistic.

Then it seemed more unfavourable to Fram, who was injured in the hand - but she put her foot on and disfigured the man.

Then pull the man's body down to the sea of eyeballs approaching right beside him.

The eyeball avoided the body of a fallen man like scattering spider children.

Apparently, we're trying not to harm our allies.

But the inevitable part touches his body and enters - Zulu, and new arms and legs grow.

Is the organ also growing, and only the surface where the body was also touching the ground was swollen up in distortion.

The man stands up.

But his legs and hands didn't work well, and even he just groaned like a maggot on the spot.

"Now, the second one!

I declare myself inspired.

Still, there are still many enemies left.

Because of the increase in legs, the speed of movement drops, and the arrows and magic that would have been avoided, if only they could be seen, will start to plunder the body.

I bounced him back some with an inversion, but he doesn't hit me in the middle if he's spotted it.

Because of the eyeballs, the tactics of entering a narrow alley and interacting with small numbers were sealed.

Somewhere - is there nothing in your favor?

Once he turned his back on them, Fram ran out to gain ground.

But again, the speed doesn't increase because of the increased legs.

With this number of opponents, it's definitely going to be a long fight.

Growth is not a wound.

It cannot be cured by the regeneration of soul eating.

Then I'll take this leg from myself.

She sticks her soul eater to the ground and releases a kick towards that blade.

"Gu, ha ha...!

Zach!

With Fram's distressed voice, his growing leg was severed.

Losing one leg, she still keeps moving forward with her sword as a cane.

If you stop, it's eye food.

There are rugs to foot regeneration, but still much better than hanging out with that increased foot.

The leg regeneration is complete and the flesh returns to full condition before the men who track it catch up.

Due to the agility raised by the boots, the flam, running at full strength, gradually moved away from the men.

So Fram saw a knight approaching from the front.

The number of people is about 5.

Whatever Dayne's men are, you can't get them into those eyeballs.

To tell him to get away from here, Flam approached them wrapped in white plate armor.

"Um, it's dangerous here, so it's better to stay away..."

Then the knights, almost simultaneously, pulled out their swords.

Well-polished silver blades reflect the lights of the street lights.

The flam activates the scan.

It wasn't like Dayne's men, but all five of them - they had the exact same status.

"Oh no... I can't believe I pinched you!

It's too thorough.

They're not going to let Flam get away here, even if there's a difference between killing him or capturing him.

Gripping a soul-eater, she alternates between looming enemies from both sides.

Adventurers, knights, eyeballs.

Too many enemies, how do I get through this situation by myself?

My hands tremble, my sword tips get bumped.

It further inflates the fear of imminent loneliness.

Flam is a 16-year-old girl.

I've managed to fight in support of Milkit, but now she's not even here.

Now that there is no one to wait for or protect, its heart is brittle - its feet were frozen, its death, its end was imminent.

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die... Huh!

Squeezing is courage like the rest.

A backward will, born of negative emotions, that you don't want to accept death.

In short, if we can stop one or the other, we can get away from it.

Turn to a smaller number of knights than adventurers, and raise your sword high.

Concentrate your consciousness, drain your body's full power, and convert it into a plana.

Move clear energy into your arms like that spring water, filling your sword even more.

Chi Sword Slash "Plana Shaker".

Not fake (imitation), but real.

As long as I let that go - no, even if it finally went well, it wouldn't be possible to tailor all the knights.

Release continuously? I'm not even skilled enough to be such an artist.

In the first place, I don't know if I can handle a single shot properly.

Sweat seeps into the palm of your hand, the plana fades to echo strays.

No, don't go backwards, give up after you actually try.

That's what I tell myself.

This will be the end of the line.

No more time left, the adventurers catch up with Flam soon, and the eyeballs surround him quickly.

If you even join a knight there, this time, you won't even be able to outdo the attack.

So, even if you know you can't, believe in a miracle, a blow that risked all your life...

"Flam, keep beating the plana to the ground. Huh!

- At that time, the voice of a brave hero echoed in the desperate king's capital.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

Flam obeys his voice and slaps his soul eater to the ground aggressively.

At that moment, the plana bounced and burst.

Bash, gooooooooooooooo!

And the power that can be bounced will be the auspicious wind and countless blades, which will strike the knights.

They try to prevent it with a shield in their hand, but the blasted plana breaks in through the gap in their armor and cleaves their flesh.

Knight Swordsmanship (Cavaliers Arts)/Chi Ken Storm (Prana Storm).

Instead of releasing the purified plana as a blade, sword moves that let it bounce and cleave wide expanses forward.

A move that requires more planas than a chivalrous sword slayer (plana shaker), but the planas of the cornered flam had already reached the realm where it was possible.

The Lord of the Voice jumped off the roof next to the flam.

Zuun, and crushing cobblestones, the man wrapped in pitch-black heavy armor lands.

Then, as he descends, he quickly pulls out the Great Sword and waves toward the eyeballs with the adventurer who is nearer behind the flam.

"Huh!

Goo-hoo! Goo-hoo!

The enormous amount of plana released scatters every life present in the range, scraping it up to the outer walls of the buildings surrounding it, rather than the ground.

The eyeballs immediately appeared out of nowhere, but the adventurer just stopped on guard.

"Mr. Gadio......!

Flam, in a trembling voice, calls his name.

"Don't be alarmed, Flam, they're still coming."

The wild, powerful, but gentle voice - illuminates the feelings of Fram, who was sinking in solitude.

He's right, the fight is not over yet.

It is good to reunite later.

"Huh... Yikes!

Wiping the tears that float, Flam looks straight at the newly emerged knight.

Grab each other's giant swords and stand on their backs.

"Ooh!

"Ahhhhhhh!

The two kicked the ground, at the same time.