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It is the hallway within the fortress that the crew of the Guardian Special Branch led by Rockhead and the Metallica man will relate.

But it's not such a thin passage. About three people can strike simultaneously in melee battles, and ranged battles with light-enhanced bullets (blaster shots) can further exploit the benefits of numbers.

I know Rockhead better than anyone else. The strength of the special chamber is the strength of the organization.

"Everybody, take two steps back. I'll hold him back in front, angle him and shoot that bastard!!

Therefore, there is no slight stray in the judgment of the rockhead. Quickly communicate instructions to all crew members, while activating the light vibrating blade (plasma edge) himself and coming forward.

"... well. Not a bad tactic. If only you could stop me at all."

The metallic man threw down his sheath and took his stand with a glittering Japanese sword.

It's like there's no gap. I don't know if I can win if I do it decently one-on-one. But that has nothing to do with rock heads.

"I don't think so. But you think so?"

In retrospect, he kicks in the aisle at the same time, and the rockhead instantly fills in the time. And release the poke with a blade gripped with both arms.

"Huh!!

In contrast, the metallic man has cut up the Japanese sword in his hand.

That blow, carried out by the auspicious arm, even looks like a blast.

That moment when both blades clashed, the rockhead loosened its own grip holding the blade without any stray, and let go of its hand.

A fierce metal sound, and at the next moment, a light vibrating blade, bounced off by a sword strike, pierces the ceiling. If Rockhead hadn't let go of his weapon like that, he'd have been disfigured from arm to arm and turned into two straight with a knife to return. If the timing for releasing the weapon again was even slightly faster, it would have been dealt with by the enemy and still slashed to death.

"... cum..."

A metallic man slightly distorts his expression. Because I noticed the rock-head behavior.

At the same time as releasing your hand from the light vibrating blade, reach out to the holster and pull out the blaster. Comma In less than a few seconds Rockhead was doing all this action.

Immediately after this, a group of fellows fires simultaneously behind the rockhead that immediately lays on the ground against the target frightened by the firing from close range emitted by the rockhead. Of course, they all possess precision shooting techniques, so that should only be done precisely against the enemy.

This was one of the countless attack patterns held by the Special Branch, Guns & Roses.

Rockhead doesn't think of himself as a hero (Rocks). I think it's just an ordinary person. So must my men.

But that's why I'm not going to give in to an unreasonable villain.

That's because I'm a police officer. Because I'm a Guardian. Because even if I wasn't a hero with superhuman power, I still wanted to pierce it with what I protected. That's a problem before the fact that you're eating mesh with taxes.

When I was young, I proceeded to become a police officer myself. To punch the villains trampling someone into a pig box and stop someone from crying.

As evil enlarged and the battle intensified, I felt sorry as a police officer for being helpless and remaining dependent on the Rocks.

That's why I worked out.

It came with the thought of throwing up blood reflexes. Relying solely on my own will, I just stupidly straightened out 20 years of the moon. I noticed there were fellows with the same aspirations. And now, they call it Guns & Roses.

I also know on the rockhead that this will be the last battle. If we bring up evil and defeat that man who tries to crush the world, I'm sure this world will be something more smiling than it is now.

So you can't lose. You can't lose. Defeat this man standing up, move on, and discuss the Komori Ning people.

This place passes. I would risk my life for that.

That's why we took this most aggressive, but most dangerous, pattern of combat.

"Fuck you!!

Various thoughts on the back of the brain, but still no slight madness or delay in rock-head movements.

Blaster's muzzle, which has been unplugged, emits light.

Tsurugi, who was going to finish in one place, was just a little surprised.

Guardian Special Branch Manager, rock-head movements are more than expected.

Even though it is a life-threatening situation if slightly mistimed, he does not hesitate to abandon his own weapon and instantly takes the stage of shooting. If you look at it, the people behind it will follow it again.

This is a fairly skilled move, but it should have been dangerous too. If you screw up, Iwata naturally dies instantly, and if Tsurgi continues to thrust through its momentum, others who have not taken up a melee setup after being disrupted by the chain of command are exhausted.

But these men did.

Believe our own bosses will be quite successful.

Built up moves and trust in your people, the mental ability to bet everything on a blow, the will to stop evil in doing so, the faith to defend the world.

Let's admit, these men deserve to be called heroes (Rocks).

During an instant of intense fighting, Tsurgi sent praise to the hostile men.

They are strong. Even this me, I don't know if I can win.

But still.

- Unfortunately, we can't let you through here.

"Haaaa!!

Tsurugi does not turn himself away from the mouth of a rocky head. Because it's inevitable anyway.

The other way around. Pack more time.

Push your own left arm against Blaster's muzzle and take that direct hit at super close range.

The unique luminescence and gunfire of the light-enhanced bullet, how it is not immune to damage in a body that has not transformed any of us, Tsurgi, a modified human being. The bullet eats into the meat and the impact runs.

"... what the...!? Oh my...!

But getting that close makes sense. Tsurgi grabs onto the shoulder of the rockhead with his left right arm and doesn't let him lie down.

"... what's up. I feel like shooting every buddy of mine, huh?

If you're a regular person, you'll suffer severe pain that could cause you to faint, bleeding frightening blood from your immobile left arm. But Tsurgi makes you laugh invincibly.

"Shit! Terra! Shoot!!"

Rockhead skips instructions. But...

"... it's too late"

Tsurgi waves a knife with his right arm, destroying a corner of the ceiling.

The debris pours down, and only for a few moments it becomes a protective wall.

"... let's apologize. You weren't full of spirits, you weren't fightable opponents."

Tsurgi emits heavy, pressurized words.

I was in charge of defending this compartment for a reason.

Metallica, with its numerical disadvantage, is unable to allocate sufficient personnel to all sections where enemy breakthroughs are expected. And it's impossible for the half-breed to stop Rox. And if you allowed a breakthrough, there's a man ahead who shouldn't be knocked down.

Then direct your enemies here and destroy them. That is the most dangerous and important role.

Being entrusted with it means having the strongest fighting power, and is nothing more than proof of the tremendous trust placed in it by the chief.

It would have been a hard choice for that kind man to leave such a dangerous role to one of his men.

But it was still left to me. That's because Tsurugi is Tsurugi.

Tsurugi himself knew that better than anyone else. And that fact burns a man's soul.

"Say it again. No matter how many, I won't let you through here."

Coming this way, Guns & Roses is an organization but a very dangerous man with high fighting power, and we know that there is another imminent threat on this scene. For Tsurgi, who cannot fight with all his might for a long time, this is a more critical phase than ever before. The current enemy is still alive and his left arm is immobile. And further enemies are on their way here as well.

As a result, it can be said that the location and tactics in which Tsurgi was laid out were optimal and the worst.

"... hey, just right for the last fight"

Raise the Japanese sword high, and pierce the floor.

Light the cigarette and blow it only once.

I left it to my arms to cross each organization, and still never got hot. That's when I met that guy.

I decided that the man, who was prepared to be unbroken and ran straight to absurd ambitions, was my lord, and ran through with him.

As a blade that slashes enemies that hold back your lord, as a supporting right arm.

I dreamed of my lord's fever, which made me roar when I changed the world.

I wanted to see with this eye the world that that man makes.

That's how I got the pride.

If you are righteous, I am proud of evil.

with that pride.

"...... weird...... body......!!!

The sword wolf (kenrou) raised a low groan, along with the fever that rolled all over his body and the temper that gushed from the depths of his soul.

The heat that dissolves the iron also wraps the body and the flesh transforms. The Japanese sword turns into a great sword.

And Fang Silhouette, a steel wolf wrapped around the flames, shows up.

"The Evil King is the One Sword (Ken), Tsurgi F. Gardner...... come......!!

The sword wolf gave him a fiercely attentive name to blow up the debris ahead.

And strip those fangs to the righteous men facing each other