I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

sorry rick...

Sorry... ke-

The sound of something being cut by the root sounded, and Hubby's consciousness went blank.

pat.

"Ah?"

Jibril opened her eyes wide, blinked, and slowly lowered her head to look at the pair of severed hands on the ground.

what happened?

Raising her arms, Jibril looked at her bare elbows. The two hands that belonged to her had already rolled to the ground.

"Is this over?"

There came a murmur that sounded like a cold resentment from hell——

It was only at this moment that the severe pain came from the section of the arm, but the feeling that something was piercing through the heart was even stronger, making Jibril unable to even move herself even the slightest bit, and her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground.

"It's not enough at all, this level..."

The teeth began to chatter out of fear, making a clicking sound.

"—You Flügel, the 'strongest' race, are you only at this level?"

"......!"

"It always feels..."

"So disappointed."

Chapter 72 Bad News

The world turned upside down abruptly, and when Jibril came back to her senses again, there was already a darkened sky in front of her.

I was knocked down to the ground, no...not [knocked down], but...

The cold blade was pressed against his neck, and the enemy's voice came from above his head.

"Although I really want to kill you, because you hurt Hubby like this, and almost killed her..."

what?

"But I'm not a person who breaks my promise, I promised them..."

Promised Rick, Promised Asher...

Swear to consent—

"Let no one die."

Jibril turned her eyes and looked at the man standing in front of her in the posture of carrying out a execution with a knife.The goggles and mask cloak that originally covered the face have all been wiped out under the constant bombing attacks and [Sky Strike].

All that was left on her body were clothes that she had never seen before, a blue long gown, and black broken hair that had lost its restraint and fluttered behind her back with the wind.

I met those eyes.

That feeling.

Ah, Jibril opened her eyes wide.

She finally remembered what that feeling was.

"Who are you...?" Jibril, whose limbs had been cut off and lost all her strength, lay on the ground and squeezed out this question from her throat with all her might.

"Cheng Rang."

He answered his own questions graciously.

"As you can see, I am human."

Doubting the protection given by the creator "God of War Artosh", the more powerful defense wall was under the white blade like an eggshell, which could be shattered at the touch of a finger.

Before he could even react, his limbs were severed and he lost all ability to move.

After releasing Sky Strike, Jibril, who was already weakened due to weakness, suffered severe injuries of this level, and her life was like a dying candle in the wind.

And that answer.

what, human? !

"Ghosts believe..."

I just remember that feeling now.

It's like——created his own master, and when he was watched by Artosh, the god of war, his whole body seemed to be squeezed and suffocated by the quality of the gaze.

However, he said he would not kill himself....

Well, when I get back to Avant Heim, this human—

"Do you want to go back?" He asked himself as if he had understood the message in his eyes.

"..." Jibril closed her mouth knowingly.

Can't beat it, this guy can't beat him anyway, even though he's just a human being.

It's kind of ridiculous.

"Don't worry, I will let you go, remember to tell your friends about what you have experienced~"

Oh!

Without any warning——the blade mercilessly pierced through the wings of Jibril's waist, violently pulled them horizontally, and smashed them into pieces.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Looking at Jibril who was screaming on the ground with a calm expression, Cheng Rang smacked his lips and looked back at Shubi who was pulling her trousers tightly.

Even though she was covered in bruises, she still struggled to get up from the ground and tried her best to stop Cheng Rang's behavior.

"...Cheng, that's enough...If this goes on...you'll lose..."

Under Jibril's fearful eyes, Cheng Rang was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't control myself, Hubby, shall we go back?"

"......Um."

He seemed to let himself go.

Jibril watched her leaning over to pick up the Ex-Machina. That Ex-Machina seems to have a name?

Is it Hubby?

Looking at the back of the man holding the Ex-Machina on the scorched earth, Jibril closed her eyes.

Lord Artho, maybe you can

A guy who can bring you fun has appeared.

In him, I feel the same "strongest" as you...

That kind of feeling can't be wrong, hmm.

......

"You're really messing around."

".....sorry....."

Cheng Rang looked helplessly at Shubi who was huddled in his arms and kept apologizing, and sighed.

"The body is like this, can it be repaired?"

"Yes...but it will take a long time..."

"How long is a long time?"

"...at least eighty hours, 45 minutes and 31 seconds."

Cheng Rang couldn't help laughing, "Yeah, it's like a lifetime for Rick who is waiting for you to go back."

".....sorry....."

"There's no need to apologize to me, heal your injury, and prepare to be scolded by Rick when you go back."

Hubby glanced aside and hummed.

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The game is over, Shubi and Cheng Rang are dead.

The ghost who observed the intelligence with a portable telescope from afar hurried back to the base and informed Rick of the news.

With the strongest attack from the Flügel and the direct bombardment of [Sky Strike], individuals of any race would probably be evaporated instantly, and even the sky would be melted into a big hole, not to mention Cheng Rang who was in the center of explosion and Xiu who was very close. Rather, the follow-up results are no longer important.

"I see."

After waking up, he found that there was no one around him, and after receiving this notification, Rick could roughly guess what happened.

In order not to worry themselves, Shubi and Cheng asked the two of them to go out and set up traffic control. As a result, they ran into a wandering Flügel, unable to hide, and were discovered...and then fought...

No, it's not so much a war, but a unilateral "killing" right?

Rick pretended to be strong on the surface, and it was already the limit to return to the room.

Sitting at the vacant table opposite, he played chess by himself that he had played countless times with Shubi and Cheng.

Just like what I did when I was a child in the distant past, playing a game that I can never win.

While playing chess, he looked at the empty space in front of him.

Even if he was suspected of being mentally ill, but he could see it, there was nothing he could do... Sure enough, there was a boy with a smug smile just like before.

Hubby says she believes in the god of games.

"Hey...why can't I win..."

The boy would never answer, but Rick still asked deliberately.

"At first, I thought that I would definitely win this time...with Shubi and Cheng, and everyone, I think we can win."

[Rule [-]] Don't let anyone die.

【Rule [-]】Violation of all the above shall be regarded as defeat.

"Why can't I win...!"

That's right, at the point of violation, the game was over—he lost again.

Not to mention the loss of Huby;

"give it to me."

And the guy who broke his promise...

"What am I missing....tell me! Hey, are you there!?"

Anyone who saw it would just think he had finally gone crazy.Rick roared into the void and at the boy sitting opposite - the God of Games.

The boy didn't answer, but the smile on his face was bigger, as if he was laughing at himself.

"I'm begging you...just once...you can't even let me win once? If that's the case——"

"If that's the case, then...why do you want to give it to humans, to me as a human being!"

Shubi's longing, to help him open the 'heart'.

But now he couldn't find any meaning, Rick just screamed with his tired body.

"Although I don't know where God created humans! If you want to keep losing, losing, and losing in this kind of world, and keep getting killed and lost—then why do you want to? Answer me!!"

Dragging his wobbly body, he yelled as if pleading:

"Hey, where are you? Although I don't know who you are, answer me! I beg you..."

no answer.

From the very beginning, he didn't expect an answer, since his body was already in dire condition.

Rick was disappointed and frustrated. After yelling frantically, he threw his body on the chair as if falling down, and then looked at the strategy map.

He tidied up the situation indifferently.