Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Seeing the raw and warm blood running out of his chest, Iris felt the chill in the red liquid, which could not possibly have slipped into his hands.

And between rough breaths, no matter how much I cursed, I couldn't even find the thread for a resolution. I have rejected my body, which is no longer human, and I have accepted that I am not human. That is now a sign of the glory of tens of thousands of people.

But as things stand, there won't be time to even taste nostalgia forever. The fear of something different from people didn't just make Ilyis lonely. The harshness that there are people who want this power that they most want to reject. Every time he remembered such a time, Iris began to call everything but himself a human being, and never made it good for him to be disputed in people. No, nobody was allowed to do that.

I should have known. That a person is something that constitutes a person and requires an appearance. Even if I didn't say publicly that her body was liquid and so on, I breathed plainly among many others... I mocked myself.

Makes me realize that there's no place like that for me to be.

That's why I stared at Hazan, who created a cause reminiscent of old times.

"What did you do to me!!

Across the street, Hazan, impressed with roaring, lifted his nibbly mouth end.

"It's what Crokel instructed Mechfis to make. I wasn't told the details, either, but I didn't expect it to work. Now it's fair, redone, let's start a killing each other with our feet in the abyss of death!

"Kuhhhhhhhhhhh"

A weak but insane laugh with a white face rang Ilyis' throat.

"Ahhh... Ha ha, right..."

"Am I?"

What is funny about it, whereas it is an obvious serious injury? Hazan frowns and looks still.

But Ilyis' convulsive mouth shapes an innocent grin. That face is exactly "appeasement" if it is to be expressed in a word.

"I see. Was I still a person? It's warm, Hazan! It hurts more than anything."

Hazan wondered if the screws had flown without any reason to know what was in her mind.

"This is an unexpected harvest. I have to thank you guys. Don't worry about what it is instead. I'll kill you."

Zokri and Hazan's back - no, the kind of stenosis that tightened my heart made my muscles stronger. Unconscious alertness. I can't wait to feel this tension.

Iris' inorganic face as if he had abandoned his emotional proxy of expression.

If you were to find something out of that look, you could only read black, negative. His gaze, which also seemed to smile, seemed to look with pity at the scattered flowers that blossomed only temporarily. Also, the weak eye that extinguishes or keeps alive the slightest remnants of his life is in his own hands.

Hazan's life shrinks in the meantime so that there are limitations and limits to his life. Those were pity eyes as we know it.

But if we were to see the war from a realistic point of view, surely there was a crisis looming in Ilyis' body that he had never experienced. No, I feel thin just because it's my body. As the Hourglass of Life now falls at an incredible rate - overflowing with the sand that had stopped.

The healing I applied to Loki has been resolved. No, I had to put her back in her own body, but fortunately, she would have taken her life. I can't say for sure, but the wound should be closed. I can't even apply my hand until it's built in, but I would have been able to extend my life.

What to do later in a situation where you can't move a step.

When I try this, people also think it's an inconvenient body inside. I'm glad to hear that.

- We're behind on what he did. The Devil's Eye lives hard, but the body is better...

After all, this pain is something I forgot in a distant memory that Ilyis had before his eyes opened. I wonder if it is something my body has never been more inclined to say.

I thought so, but this little body. You won't be able to keep your cheerful face like that health fool. Even if I just breathe, my chest goes up and down, and I wonder if the wound is open each time.

It's a strange thing because that's even comfortable. He says he could die, but he just finds out he's going to die and he feels saved somewhere.

That is why it must be fulfilled before it is exhausted.

"[The Four Tails of the Black House Maple Wave (Tartarus)]"

The thin, misty four-tailed gradually thickens its contours. There were four thin darknesses, which grew from behind Ilyis and showed independent movements to bring sickles to ascertain their senses in space.

But its composition was definitely lacking. Instead of a pitch-black water tail, as shown in the Battle of Ars, with errors in transmission with the nerves, somewhere faded black was nothing but a spicy distinction from colorless.

This is the maximum of the status quo. It certainly affects the demonic eye far more than the wound of Ilyis. Hazan's bathed solution had restored the body to a person's body… it had weakened the power caused by the demonic eye.

"Are you ready? I can't believe I'm waiting for you on purpose."

"You know what? I'm the one who got me ready."

"Do you mind if I..."

The unstoppable blood invites him to the countdown, but Ilyis doesn't put it on his face. He just puts the enemy in sight and moves.

Hazan with AWR hangs and four tails stretch out.

Even though speed and power are halved again, the essence of the ultimate enough magic lies in its operability. It was a spike from a square, but now two left and right tapped the ground and rolled up sand and dust.

It is unclear whether Hazan can be countered at the current [Four Tails of the Black Building Mangrove (Tartarus)] at the reaction speed. That's why I had to be creative.

A much miserable manifestation, but a force that has infused everything. Do everything you can to try and accomplish it.

But the two tails pierced through the dust could neither return nor stretch any further.

"Olah!!

Immediately after a tense utterance, Ilyis' entire body floats in the air as he is drawn. A curved tail turned to heaven, and its main body, Iris, was gently risen to the sky.

Without changing her posture as much as possible, she let herself in and Ilyis looked directly under. There is a tail held in there with both arms to be tightened.

Phew ~ and when he breathed out, Iliis held his breath in the air to allow himself to suffer the pain and cleverly rotated his body. Blood will splash, but it won't hurt.

A twist is applied to the caught tail, and a twist twisting from the base to the helix conveys its force to the tip. Hazan, who resists it, erects a blue muscle in his temples and a blood vessel rises on both arms. The twitch and nail tip rubbed the ground and the antagonism tried to collapse.

And the magic formula in Hazan's AWR pattern emits a slight light -.

"Kuh!!

Faster than magic expresses, Hazan's giant arm is played. I was out of balance on that recoil.

The tail out of the side ripped the underside with tremendous momentum, and instead the other two tails sandwiched their aim like a pendulum from the front and back.

Hazan has yet to recover from an instantly bounced recoil. These attacks are taking place almost simultaneously.

The judgment, which can be described as the feeling of the beast, kicks the ground with one leg so as to forcefully play Hazan's giant, rotates his body to earn time in stagnation, and deviates sideways for about two steps to avoid.

Surprisingly spinning, Hazan pulled through the AWR and played the tail side at a godly time.

But just over his head, Iris doesn't loosen his hand in the attack overlooking directly below. A series of hits by the tail was poured as rain.

The tail, which wore the ground full of holes, gradually wound up sand and dust.

but a slight pain plundered the nerves of Iliis.

Another kind of severe pain sits in my head like engraving my tail directly into my brain that has been amputated.

Against an attack in the air like drawing a semicircle, Iris tried to pull his tail back to the fact that the ground was approaching.

but the winding up sand smoke aggregated around like a vortex and disappeared. The vortex, which I thought had disappeared, now appeared in front of Iris.

――

Without even having time to think about the landing or anything, Iris pulls the four tails back in front of him as a shield.

But the magic did not exert a direct attack. This magic was known, but now she had no choice but to shield the four tails as a way to prevent it.

It exhales the sand and dust it has smoked, and the Iliis exposed to the storm is further retracted from the landing point without being able to resist.

Immediately unscrew the four tails and try to protrude and decelerate them to the ground before they clash. Hazan's body, which he saw at that time, was pierced all over the place by four tails and appears to be immune from fatal injuries, but his left arm is dyed red all over.

It seems that the arm, which was as successful as the side was chosen, would even let the bone peek.

Iris returns his gaze to the ground and slowly descends, mitigating the impact of the landing with the rest of his tail. Still, the wound opens further due to the load on the body.

Already the clothes below from the chest contained so much blood that they could not be sucked out that they weighed differently.

Ilyis was surprised by the magical intentions Hazan had unleashed. No, to the extent that I felt that way.

Still not for the offense...... yes.

――――

Iliis realized it was intentional that he had been blown so far. Look back and capture it at the edge of your sight. To be even here beside a silver-haired girl lying on her depression.

The distance of a few meters is enough to ensure she gets caught up in the fight.

And Hazan doesn't let it be slight to back up that hunch, nor does it stop the enormous amount of blood flowing from his arms. I just stood up creepy...... and an invincible grin and a rubbing voice rang.

"[Inverted Phantom Rock Peak (Ornkles)]"