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The information that both Komori Ninja and Reiji Ikeno had left Metallica and were leading the new organization Slayer to attack Anthrax had been passed on to other leading organizations and Guardians with little time lag.

This is due to the fact that Benante, the leader of Anthrax, grasped the situation early and issued a request for rescue to the Anthrax people scattered around the world, in conjunction with confirmation given to the Metallican side.

This information is probably causing ripples to various human or non-human beings around the world. Among other things, this information was very significant to "a man".

In the sense that it served as a basis for being convinced of certain facts that had previously been uncertain.

Ryuki? What's wrong with you?

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's true, isn't it?

Thousand stones Tatsuki, a man known in the world by another name Dylan, asked back to a woman who could be heard through correspondence.

Maybe. At least, there seems to be no doubt that Anthrax is being attacked by a new organization and that Anthrax and Metallica are starting to move to discuss that new organization. "

"Right...... Okay. Thank you. Hang up a little, but call me when you know something new."

Copy that.

Tsurugi turned the ship's communications room monitor, which is both a residence and a secret base, into an OFF once.

Because I wanted to put together a few thoughts.

Ninja Komori, I know his name. A man who has defeated many Rocks in just five years and has dominated other organizations. He also confirms in footage that he's murdering 'Sonic Youth Who Made It Look Like a Slipknot', at least as far as appearance is concerned about the Transformation.

The fact that the man has disobeyed Metallica suggests several things.

First of all, Komori Ning people had risen to a high position within Metallica.

This can be seen from the fact that we were able to prepare enough force to attack Anthrax, albeit emerging.

And secondly, this is what matters.

Fujiro Blackmore is no longer in the world.

"... Again, Fujiro was..."

At that time when we fought directly in South America, even though it was in close proximity to the hit, it did mortally injure Fujiro as well. At that time, I couldn't get confirmation to survive the battle.

Moreover, the following months wandered the frontier of life and death. When I finally recovered, Metallica was already gone from that country.

Metallica had slowed down the expansion of forces slightly since then, but is that due to Fujiro's death, or is there another reason? There was no way to make that decision, and there was a possibility that Fujiro, who was good at nasty measures, was misleading his own death.

It is of great global significance to announce the death of Fujiro, who is Dylan himself the leader of Metallica. That greatly affects the way the world has since, and if you do poorly, it can be a spark for new battles.

So I couldn't do it without absolute certainty and confidence in the way I moved after the announcement.

That's where this is going. You'll never miss that big betrayal that Fujiro has of his men.

I know that better than anyone else in the world.

And you can't even attack Anthrax at this time. This is due to the will of the Komori Nings, who have taken control of other organizations over the past few years and steeply climbed to the upper floors of evil.

"It's ironic to see you in this shape... Fujiro"

Fujiro's death after years of pursuit. The second half would have been after that illusion, but it brought a strange sense of loneliness to Transhi.

I took my revenge. I guess that's what you can say. But Rushi didn't feel comfortable with it.

No more of my battles, that's all.

I have experienced a spectacular past and decided at its end. I've never broken one before, and I've been running so far under oath of trying to accomplish it.

I decided to protect the world I have now. Decided to defeat those who take away the whispering happiness of many.

Fujiro was the biggest enemy standing for that purpose.

He's not here anymore. But I still have something to do.

Yuki rose from the seat and headed for a separate chamber in the ship. It will take a little while to prepare. For a few short weeks, you can't waste your time.

When Fujiro's death could be confirmed, there were things I had decided to do. The time has come to move it into action.

Metallica is weaker than when Fujiro was there. And many other evil organizations are subdued by Metallica. There are also those who have disobeyed the Metallica.

The "evil" of the world is arguably extremely confusing.

Then now is the time. I'm the only one who can carry out this plan. I've been fighting for it.

It's a simple plan.

I might be fooled if I smell blue. Maybe it's unlikely to happen. Still, I want to believe it, and I'll prove it.

That justice wins.

Benante, the young prophet of Anthrax, laughed when he saw the footage of the sacred bonfire burning in front of the altar.

Because he used a bird-shaped warcraft and the footage his bird's eyes captured was entirely what this one wanted.

Ikeno, who turned over here, struck the commune from behind. I know he's not dead, but the damage won't be light. Todome is more certain to go directly here.

"I see, you mean you let him betray you!

The fellows who were peering in from the side rejoice. The altar, located in the heart of the night forest, was engulfed with joy.

"Yeah, well, from his standpoint, there's no other way to survive than to do that."

Using the Warcraft, it is easy to convey information to the enemy's Ikeno.

If you're a smart man, naturally you go back to sleep here. It makes sense.

Looks like Slayer was going to knock me down with a quick attack by surprise and dominate Anthrax, but that would be hard already. Sure enough, enemy forces are struggling hard against a handful, but this one won't be able to do it any time soon, and if it's a long-term battle, reinforcements will come. This one's advantage is overwhelming. That is likely to wipe out the slayer.

Even in this case, Ikeno, a former Metallica executive and owner of various technologies, is also a talent he wants to add to his peers. Now Anthrax leaps even further. Moreover, Metallica loses some of its forces and weakens them in this rebellion. I don't have to know on the face of it, it's a good thing for Truth Anthrax.

Looking only at the results, Anthrax would have made a new path with only a few sacrifices, and Ikeno would have sold himself high.

Slayer's Metallica disengagement is only superficial, and the truth is Metallica may also be backing this up behind admittedly, but Metallica still can't do anything about it. I can never come to reinforcements. Because if you break the 'agreement', the Metallica body is in danger. No, rather, Metallica should be in a position that is hostile to Slayer and has to be on the anthrax side, even if only in shape.

Metallica is a nuisance if it was really disobeyed.

If you were trying to crush other organizations by turning them away with madness, then hopeful observations are too much of a nuisance.

Look at that evidence, it's collapsed with one hand I put out. I appreciate that it was not crushed by direct force and led to these hands being struck, but to that extent.

"Oh, yeah. It's time for Ikeno to come here. Let me show you."

Benante put a decree on his fellow tribesmen with his standing hands.

Then about five minutes passed and my countrymen drew me to reveal themselves from the woods

One is a commune full of blood, and the other is a ikeno holding it like garbage.

I see, as the information suggests, the Ikeno seen in person is beautiful and durable with a sharp atmosphere.

Benante observed Ikeno calmly, just in case.

Let me take away the mechanical sword I had. As far as mechanical armor stays on, but as far as fighting goes, it's not as threatening as it is without a sword. Besides, you wouldn't be stupid enough to attack this one in the first place.

Now there's nothing wrong with that.

"Welcome to Anthrax. Reggie Ikeno"

Benante dared to speak in Japanese and spread his hands. I want to have a friendly relationship with him.

"... you're Benante"

The counterpart Ikeno has answered in this language. Well, he seems like a pretty mindless guy who's already mastered that.

"Yeah. You're not one to believe in the same god (Belladona), but you're welcome. There's never going to be a way back."

"Ha, thank God for that."

Before the altar, two facing each other in front of every swinging flame, both big evil men, but the relationship of power needs to be clarified.

"Then Ikeno. Let me admit you as my subordinate. Come on, get that garbage, Nate Comoli over here."

"Garbage, huh? I agree. This guy's a scumbag outbound."

Ikeno has left it to his physical abilities, apparently enhanced by armor mechanics, to throw the commune away.

Quite a force. The thrown comories drew slightly higher parabolas and dropped dosari behind Benante opposite Ikeno.

It also seems slightly too violent for the two of us who led the detachment group together.

"Ha. Isn't it a little bad for someone who was one of us just now?

"I don't like him. I don't want to respect him like that. … and"

Ikeno's eyes lit up.

"I'm willing to follow you."

It was a moment.

Ikeno exploited the wind ejected from his mechanical armor and bounced off his compatriots around him.

"Haaaaaa!!

Plus I'll keep it up fast and pack the time.

The gusts winding around him rocked the sacred bonfire tremendously.

"Oh, boy. I'm sorry."

Benante sincerely thought so. Nothing. So it was an ambush that pretended to surrender. It seemed a mistake to determine that he was a Killer. Now we have to kill him.

Benante set up an interception. Of course I recall the Warcraft, but Benante, a better shaman than anyone in his tribe, has even more of a back hand.

"Let me kill you"

impending Ikeno, that moment when Benante tried to attack it

lukewarm,

A creepy feeling ran to Benante's neck.

"I think you should stop. And for you."

followed by a faint voice heard from the back.

From behind, he's got his neck grabbed by someone's right hand.

In this situation? Who did? Of course there's only one answer.

Benante stiffened only for a moment. But he hasn't been blown in the face by Ikeno, who was approaching from the front. My hair just got messed up in a terrible storm.

The blow with Ikeno's fist from the high-speed assault was stopped just a few inches before Benante's eyes.

"... are you satisfied with this? Komori."

"You're a little too much, you. You did too much damage to me. Wasn't that" I don't have a mistake "? Don't feel bad."

Behind him is a comory that grabs a neck muscle, and ahead is Ikeno, who is currently holding his fist.

Benante was upright in a way that was sandwiched by the two of them.

In an instant, things are moving, so the brothers are standing back and looking at us.

"... I see"

Benante understood their aim. From the beginning, this is what I was after.

Glue the war situation as a temporary peer. That way Ikeno is diagnosed with a turnaround. After reading it, I pretend to respond and hurt the commune slightly, approaching me and being surprised.

From stopping the attack just before, I guess you're going to threaten me and surrender everyone after this.

Quite a thought out measure. And...

"... Kuck, Kuck... you think you won this? You don't know anything."

Funny. Benante couldn't contain the laughter coming up.

"... what?

Ikeno didn't seem to understand the sincerity of this attitude.

Fine, until he understands that such measures mean nothing.

"First, let me tell you something. I'm the strongest in Anthrax."

When Benante told him so, he began to activate his powers. It's not just about recalling the Warcraft, it's about the next stage.

Drop the Warcraft to make your own body stronger. Benante is the only one who can do this.

Benante, who can serve a large lizard-shaped warcraft, lodges it in himself. Skin hardens and turns scaly. My pupils narrow and my fangs are poisoned.

"I'm not going to lose if it's easy."

I'm strong now that I look like this. There will be no delays for modified humans or super-equipped masters. Rather, it's like the top of the enemy came all the way to get me killed. That's one thing.

And one more thing. Something decisive.

"Besides, in case I lose, Anthrax won't lose. No one surrenders to you to defend my life, and I can gladly die. I'm not threatening you."

This is true. Whether you have your neck muscles in the hands of the devil or an iron fist looming in front of you, that doesn't change.

Anthrax is not swearing allegiance to me. It is a group with a culture of giving up its own god and living with it. For convenience in order to survive in modern society, I am only leading everyone, and in essence I am only one compatriot like the rest of us.

The god of the forest and darkness (Belladona), fighting and dying under it is a praise to me and to everyone. Even if I lose and fall, that doesn't matter. My compatriots will not stop fighting. The enemy does not understand its values.

Benante voiced the truth on his chest.

"Everyone's!! Turn this Benante, God-damning thief into life and argue!! I don't need a hand!!

The words of the Prophet echo high in the woods at night, where only the lights of the bonfire shake, so that the brethren can roar accordingly.

Everyone cried out the name of God (Belladona) and the Prophet (Benante) and struck out his feet.

"Interesting. I'll give it a try."

Ikeno laughed softly. Looks like we're going to fight. But not the other one.

"... stop it, Benante. If you don't want to end up here."

The man behind it, Nate Comori, sounded creepy.

You're supposed to be dying of damage, but you have a whispering tone.

The voice was heavy and chilly.

"I'm not going to fight you here. But tonight, Slayer gets an anthrax. Well, why don't you listen to me for a second?"

Words of a whispering commune. I don't know what you're talking about.

You can't possibly do that.

It should be hard for them to take me down first.

Even if we can do that, we can't survive dealing with the frenzied brethren who are here after that.

If Ikeno and Comori, the leaders, die, the slayer is over. Probably should be wiped out.

Yet. Comori's words were powerful and full of certainty.

"Stupid. That's impossible......! You know nothing!!

Benante looked back here for the first time and saw Nate Comoli.

Skinny man. I knew it as information. I also saw you were just worn out.

But is this really that guy?

I don't think he's very much the same guy. The shadows you see behind this, and the flaming, but cold pressure.

"What do you not understand?"

Nate keeps up the words. Does that voice sound horrible because your power as a shaman feels something black and huge on this man's back?

"It's you."

Quiet, pale Nate's words.

For the first time in his life, Benante felt his skin poppy against his hostile presence.