Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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Part of me leaks.

I don't feel any pain, while such a sense of loss hurt in the back of my chest. Losing blood for Mekfis involves the kind of loss you lack.

Having been distanced by a single blow, Mekfis had begun engaging Jean, who was immediately pursued. But that battle is unilaterally interacted with.

There are signs that they are coming, but a great needle will strike shortly after resting from the back of the forested trees.

That's a fully remotely operated AWR.

I guess it's right that shape memory alloys. I doubt it's metal because it shows a liquid-like smoothness on its surface.

Now a thinly stretched needle was attacking me as I slipped through space. Shapes run through blind spots that are not even shaped like swords or halvards, that just pursue making them skewers.

It's not about skewering, if you eat something like that, it will penetrate easily and you won't even notice it right away. So thin, thin, sharp by then.

If I were forced to compare it as a weapon, would it be close to a stick that pointed almost exclusively at the tip of the spear, such as Solifereum?

Mechfis couldn't relax while running. Attacks from a direction other than that could still be dealt with if they were magical.

Run among the trees. If you want to stagnate even for a moment trying to jump, you'll have a hole in your leg.

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Immediately lowering his head, a silver needle penetrating through the trunk passes over the section without making a sound. A silent attack that doesn't even hear a scrubbing sound.

A few seconds after the comma, a needle flies in the direction of travel that was running, like a sword mountain sideways directly in front of it.

Though the wound suffered in the abdomen was repaired immediately, there is now no room for that either. There was blood running from all over Mekfis' body. It was only at first that we could not capture the extremely fine needle, but it is only a matter of time before we get used to it if we have this physical ability of the body.

Without even avoiding countless needles, Mekfis, intercepting directly from the front, put his strength into his arms. The gloves that were fitted are no longer sucked into the body, and a thin hand, arguably a delicate hand, rubs over his own wound.

I ride to my fingertips as the blood pulls the thread. I shook it up as it was.

"[Confusion rejection" Reject "]"

Blood attached to the tip of the four fingers cleaves the space, but blood covers the front of the eye. It's like sprinkling a paint called blood on a canvas called Transparent and dyeing it red.

The needle, which remained unchanged and impenetrable, stopped perfectly in front of the wall of blood. I can't go any further...

In that gap, Mekfis escapes the rays.

And let the distance go all at once again. The instructed AWR cannot advance from a certain distance.

Around that time, naturally, Jean was also following Mechfis. No, he wasn't too close, he wasn't too far apart, he was definitely taking the distance he couldn't find.

[Rageball] is tied closely to Jean's magical powers in everything. It cannot be increased more than the original volume, but the shape is freely available if it is within the maximum volume.

As much as we allow, we can increase or decrease. In all cases, we have to pass on the detailed information and rewrite it sequentially.

There was a part of it where I couldn't read the situation. You give them instructions to kill them, and then you don't load this information.

Jean put the place in sight.

I'm surprised at the sight that something red has stopped time itself.

"[Chaos Infection" Catastrophe "]"

The moment - explodes so that the walls dyed with blood can bounce. I scattered countless blood splashes.

Mekfis, who made him think he had taken a distance, turned back and was lurking. As for her, I'm just a little tired of it, while the minutes get worse than this.

Mekfis shifts his gaze to the coolly blood-dyed ground and takes a moment to think.

- Sure, I was expected to die, but wouldn't fighting the Rumbles make me less likely to die?

The hunch that Crokel told us would die is the result of an interpretation that it would be the end of the battle with Ars. But would irregulars who defied expectations possibly save Mekfis?

Mekfis sighs so much if such a thought passes even momentarily.

Crap, then a real fall would be a good place.

In the end, spending time on Jean is an unexpected situation for Krokel. No, it's about him, maybe that doesn't even make a big difference.

Mekfis dies as he prophesied, then that's fine. I'd rather hope so. Even thrilled if, like I told Croquel, the real feeling of being alive can only be tasted by dying.

The creation of the New World seems interesting, but as a Mekfis, I've still been searching for a place for an individual named myself. If you can find out that......

"It wouldn't be right for you, either."

Down comes the discouragement, the madness disappears.

I haven't used it in a long time. My senses are returning a lot.

"Is this…………… a loss of shot"

The silver shield prevents Jan from attacking without sparing her entire body. Immediately Jean moved on to the discernment run that this choice was the best.

[Chaos Infection "Catastrophe"] is not magic by a woman taken from Mekfis's blood, but by Mekfis's alien powers. It is slightly different because it is not just magic, but an alien ability to handle blood and read information.

Mixed Mecphis blood holds hundreds of times more information than ordinary people. The mixed information was also perverting itself.

If it is prevented by a part of the body, or by magic that is using magic as an energy body, it surely affects the configuration itself. Above all, if you want to enter the human body, you will react to rejection and erode the information in your blood. That way, I have no doubt that the very power of magic will be spoiled - making it permanently impossible to use magic.

There was no hesitation in using it even if it involved significant risks. Because I didn't think Mekfis wanted to be an enemy.

Basically, Mecphis didn't realistically want to use the magic of using blood as a one time thing just because it was usable. Because using your own blood will also cost you the memorized vegetables contained there.

Of course I'm choosing.

- Have you lost 20 people?

Maybe it's the right amount to sort it out in a way. In the case of Mecphis, most uses, such as infiltration into other countries, are sufficient for each lineage to have one primitive body useful in the actual battle, and ignoring the advantages and disadvantages as magic, one or two will suffice.

"Damn, I'm resistant to attacking women..."

Immediately after the silver shield returned to the sphere, Mekfis, who was conscious of it, rings from behind, and reacts for a moment to the rubbing sound of rubbing the metal together.

The needle passed in front of him as he turned against his body.

Fragments of AWR scattered around them gather one after the other to enlarge the sphere.

With his face back, Mekfis put a humble grin on his face. The words emanating from it belong to the woman, but they seem to hang on to the play a little.

"From beside what I said... it hurts!

Running cuts on his cheeks make his blood float, but Mekfis glances through the wound with his finger belly. Then there was shiny fine skin regaining its original condition.

"Being resistant is not equal to not being able to. It's just a little heartbreaking. I don't care who you are..."

"Could it have been a little wasted? If you want to know who you are, you have to follow the proper order......... and I'll deal with you over here in that change."

After the last inferior mouth I showed, Gugnali and Mekfis's face turns into a colour of blood and goes all over the body. My body has changed.

It is a little taller, shows its characteristics as a woman, and poorly maintained gray hair. I could see the neighborhood clearly under my eyes.

Where did that new woman hide herself, she sees the magic book shaped AWR from her waist and changes Jean's gaze to something sharp.

"It's Hispida......"

It's all connected. That matched right in front of me. There's no more room for doubt or patience, just pure anger on its eyes.

"Let's get started, Jean Rumbles. killing each other as singles in their own country."

Pure innocent grin, slightly flattering mouth smile.

It is a language that does not resemble one another. The contents are not the same as Jean's known Hispida. Even if I thought so, my appearance was imitating a memory girlfriend with different dimensions.