Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

No context, it was an appearance.

The giant sole approaches from across the street in magnificent strides.

Visually rough beast breath.

A giant whose whole body is colored by black and gold.

The head reminded the wolf.

I also feel that it is sarcastic away from people compared to other species, but perhaps a subrace.

The hairs are golden.

Extremely fine black blood vessels running into golden eyes.

In those eyes, Currier felt unspeakable fear and madness.

unusually developed Momo muscles.

Thick, vascular raised muscular arms.

It was a costume that deserved credit for being divine.

One Reach Point of Complete Beauty.

It was felt worthy of calling it complete as a beauty snail, although by a different standard from Cecily Arklite.

But it's missing.

I felt something was missing from the sole.

Yes - there's a deadly Something.

It's not about strength, or areas in the body, or anything like that.

If you say so, something similar to a concept.

Something that must be equipped as the nucleus of its existence.

Snoring presence.

That's what Currier felt.

Sole was a combination of awe-inspiring completeness and a lonely sense of absence.

The black beast grabbed and dragged with one hand the head of a human in a marathon patterned garment.

- Zuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

The tip of his powerless leg rubbed against the ground, making a pitiful noise.

As far as the weakness and bleeding volume of those who are grabbed on the head is concerned, that purple and black clothing figure is probably already desperate.

- What are you talking about?

Are they both the Final No-10 Army?

I don't know.

- Gotcha.

Dull sound of meat and bones crushed.

The head of the body was crushed.

- Bum.

Sole threw the body away.

The body crashes into the wall of the building and plunges in.

"Who are you? Are you the Final No-10?

Currier had a question in his mouth.

"Na, ni......? Zui...... no...... juuji, gung......? Zaggino... Odo, go... go, go, go... go... gi..."

I speak of something that sounds like words, but it is unclear if I can communicate with my will properly.

To deduce, there are two words Sole has spoken as much as he has now.

Final No Ten Show Army.

The man just now.

That's what you must have said.

But I don't know.

I can't tell if this mysterious subrace is the Final No-Decree Army.

"Wa... le... o, o, o, o... o, o... z... zgo, l... bang... ga..."

Not a single word could be assembled now.

Currier was confused.

I wonder who it really is.

Why are you here?

It's not the same as the Four Homicides or the Last Ten Demonstrators.

Unknown, unknown beings.

"Gi... gi... go, roz... iga... iga, no... stuff, domo,... kuzik... k, zi, ku... gi... gi... gi... gi..."

A rough cloudy voice.

Sounds like it enclosed destructive calamity.

And two words that led to inference.

Kill.

Expulsion.

- With the enemy, you should see it.

The Black Killer is standing up from the sole.

Those red, blood-running golden eyes, as the hunting beast, captured Currier.

"Again, listen... who are you?

"Gi... gi... ga... g, zi, k..."

Expulsion.

Is it still impossible to communicate decent will?

- Potta.

A cold sweat fell to the ground.

The whole body is so intimidating that it's not comparable to when you put Zemekis Anglen in front of that four-war disaster.

The magnitude of the alarm in Currier even exceeded the Intangible Play beyond its limits with the power of medicine.

Run, my heart barks.

I can't escape, my heart is ringing.

My heart asks if I can win.

My heart - silenced.

- Zuchin.

Sole stepped forward.

There is no gap.

No, the gap is no longer even this dimension.

This is a siege net.

Even though they are alone, it feels like they've been laid a powerful siege net around them.

"Huh, huhhhhhhhhh......! GO...... GO, LO...... S...... HA, SA, Y...... GA...... O, U...... GE, KI...... Shh!

Kill.

Crushing.

The intention of the black giant to kill completely complements Currier.

Should I curse my talent?

Should we curse this talent, today, that measures the power of the other?

-Good... -Good, good.

Sole twisted his body wide.

- Mischi...... ugh.

The thick arms of the sole, the legs, lift the stiffness.

Moved to attack position.

Currier instincts so.

"E...... ein, heli...... e...... l......? Wah... wah, gah... la... na... i... go... colo... z... uhh"

I don't know.

I don't know, did I say?

What I don't know is, Currier was the same.

It's just a feeling of death that I know.

Memories from coming to this country somehow ran around Currier's brain.

Sometimes it was painful, but I could find more joy in this country.

I got company.

At last, I felt I understood Happiness, which I didn't know when I was in that end-of-life home.

Happiness is there.

I thought so.

I had a feeling of death, I was almost there.

Turn around. I'm about to be caught in a vortex of despair right now.

"But..."

Pour the sanctimonium into Livergate.

"Under no circumstances did he give up... Huh!

You can't just die for no reason, not against death.

Second, I remembered Tassogare's words.

"Man is a creature of will. The unwilling invites death that should have been avoided"

Surgical magic costume, unfolding.

- Survive, never...