＜Infinite Dendrogram＞

Episode XVIII: The End of Immortality

■ [Grievance Cow Horse Gozmaize]

[Grievance Bull Horse Goes Maze] and the thing named after the world was angry.

[Gozmaize] has always hated it, and that's what it's been since his birth.

Because [Gozmaize] was the anger and hatred itself bequeathed by the dead.

Because it was the end of those who left nothing but such things in this world.

"GUDSFDGAADASAAAAAAAADSDAAA!!"

That's all [Gozmays] had.

The original dead were anointed with greed and vice, leaving only resentment after death.

Assuming there was one or more of them who died with love for someone, or this mass of death could not have been more powerful and could not have been < UBM >.

But it didn't, and now [Gozmaize] doesn't skip who he is.

The resentment that rolls inside [Gozmaize] is fiercely insane that we just have to hit our own power on the living and sink it into our own resentment and add it.

And now [Gozmaize] was mad in circles.

Because under the eyes, from [Gozmaize], the dwarfed creatures like rats do not die.

It is.

is immortal.

But if you kill him, he should disappear a little.

This living person has not even died its first tentative death, and it still exists.

On the contrary, try to get stuck in front of [Gozmaize] and not stop the other living beings from sinking into resentment.

Whether you hurt him, leave him, or smash him, he gets up again and gets in the way.

I couldn't forgive it.

Why is it so unforgivable that [Gozmaize] didn't know but couldn't forgive it.

But it's over.

I'm done.

The great magic that one of those who succeeded in [Gozmaize] had.

Let it go again, now it's time to kill it and finish it.

If that's how it ends, we'll head to the city next.

I went to the city I remember, and thought about some of the [gozmaize] resentment to kill more people and sink them into resentment.

That way we can sink more, he said.

I'll sink the world eventually.

- Yeah, I'm, I'm, I'm, we're dead.

- I can't recognize a world where there are people alive.

- All of it. All of it. All of it.

- Kill and eat everything in the world.

Such a spirit of marble patterns mixed with objectivity and subjectivity.

But in such [gozmaize] inner chaos, a single question arose.

It's not about your thoughts, it's about the actions of the dwarf under your eyes.

The dwarf shoved the cloth against his mouth with his left hand,

He was pointing his "right-hand hand” at [Gozmaize].

That handkerchief emits a flame. I already understood that.

But it was all a left-handed handful, and I had never set fire to it from the right-handed handful.

Then what does that right-hand hand unleash?

Arrowheads where the spirit of chaos has learned to question.

"" Hell of a Qi "...... Eject as hard as you can!!"

A blonde man declared something - black and purple smoke spit out of the back of his right hand in fierce momentum.

An unrecognizable attack.

The identity of it, its impact on me, the aim of the enemy.

[Gozmaize] realizes, trying to grasp it with some remaining reason.

This is harmless to me and beneficial on the contrary.

This is disgusting.

Poisonous fog that invades, weakens, and leads to death.

Nothing like it for [Gozmaize], the dead.

State abnormalities are encountered because they have live cells, but their effects are minor.

In the first place, some [debilitating] or [intoxicating] meaningless for [gozmaize], the complex of the dead. Taking in a state anomaly has little effect.

[Violent] invading cells can also be adequately handled with self-repair.

Therefore, this is beneficial for [Gozmaize], which simply makes it easier for the living to die.

I try to look at that guy's face for what he used that thing with a stupid idea - I realize.

I can't see.

I don't see anything.

Even the neck of the gozmaize is covered in black and purple smoke, and even with the eyes of a dead minister all over his body, he cannot grasp it.

Smokescreen.

This was what the man was after.

I let him use it to seal [Gozmaize] 's eyes, even if it was poisonous smoke that risked harming him.

"DAADFDZFAAASSADASASAAAAAAA!!"

Roaring, doomed and mad.

Hit the man who is supposed to be somewhere and tread the earth with his feet in arrow cod rarely.

The ground crushes and even the face around the leg crushes repeatedly enough to crush it with impact, but I don't feel like I've stepped on something.

I don't hit it. I don't even know where he is.

In such a situation, a slight impatience arises mixed with anger… the sober part of the mixed resentment tells.

- That's aimed at the head.

- But he can't fly, he's short.

- Trying to cut my leg off again to attack my head.

- At that moment, all you have to do is let each of your feet eat the great magic and kill them.

That's a disenfranchisement measure.

But there's nothing like [Gozmaize] with Auto Repair.

There's only one hand you can hit on your opponent trying to hide yourself, so if you even deal with that, [Gozmaize] 's win won't waver.

Or I might use flames again, but that stuff just hurts and it can't be [Gozmaize] fatal.

- Next.

- The next moment the pain runs on my leg, I'm gonna put some magic in there.

- The second firing of the Great Magic is a heavy burden.

- But if you can kill that one, it's a cheap price.

Think so and pay attention to your legs, transferring your body's initiative to resentment that used to use its magic.

Then he exposed the core of his head and went into a great magical firing position.

I had the feeling that someone would touch my left hind leg, and a sign of pain ran on my rotting nerve cells.

"DEEEEAADDDDRYYYYYYYYMIXIIIIIIISAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

Moments.

Radiates great magic to erase him from every left hind leg.

I don't mind a thousand slices of rotten skin on my neck due to a rapidly backward recoil.

The blow, which was forcefully fired at the angle of fire, wiped out his left hind leg.

I scream at the pain of breaking down and burning myself out, but this kind of damage heals quickly anyway.

- I'd rather have killed him than that...

The moment when resentment spilled thoughts that far.

A man who should have vanished now - jumped on the back of Gozmaize.

――――

What happened.

I don't understand.

Countless resentments creep within, creating a moment of rigidity.

And I saw it.

The bloody guy's right hand.

The mouth of the guy who ate the familiar colored flesh pieces - part of the body tissue of [Gozmaize] - (...).

And - an axe spear that flickers a black flag.

Now he runs [Gozmaize] 's back at an unusual rate, jumps, heads up and pushes.

Much faster than before, much faster than before.

I don't think it's a very seriously wounded corpse...... on the contrary, the wound disappears while I look at it.

Right now, resentment moving [Gozmaize] raises fears.

Now it's like reburning that escape play in the basement, I thought.

"Success, huh"

A dead minister floating all over [Gozmaize] captured his grunt.

"" Even if you consume some of the opponents infected with a condition anomaly and hang them on a condition anomaly... "" Reversal "is a negative effect of the hostile." In the morning, [grapes] have proven it. "

[Gozmaize] doesn't know what they're talking about.

"I wasn't sure if Hell's Cheer would work for the undead opponent, and that one in the morning might have been judged because it was part of the [grape] attack. If I had, I would have ended up destroying myself... but I went through."

I don't understand what [Gozmaize] looks like.

"Ha ha... it was a disgusting beating"

But I could only understand that he ate [Gozmaize] 's rotten meat and created the present situation.

"GIIE!??? DGAAAAAAAAAQA!!!?"

The scream leaked out of my head and mouth all over my body.

"Are you scared?

As the other person said, Gozmaize was afraid.

I have eaten many people's raw and meat so far [Gozmaize]...... The resentment of the Gozmaize Bandits was frightening as a whole.

"Is this the first time you've turned to the side where you're eaten?

That's what they ask: those who eat the flesh of [Gozmaize] and urge you to cut off your immortal life, as in the reward of your previous sins.

[Gozmaize] was terrified of the likelihood.

He was a reaper.

with a black flag on both hands colored by blood red and death black,

And begat the ears of wolves,

Eat man-eater meat,

They were reapers hunting themselves down.

"KADSFA!!!? ASASADAAAQASQA!! '

He tries to wield his arms against his back in disillusionment, but he makes it easy to avoid it just as if [Gozmays] were going to move slowly and extremely.

On the contrary, he jumps on a swinging left fist and rushes back from hand to arm to head.

Little by little, little by little, death is coming to an end.

Angry with despair, [Gozmaize] cuts his last hand tag.

"DEEEEAA, DEEAAAAAAAAAAA, DDDDRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MIXIIIIIIIIISAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!??"

Third great magic.

I didn't mind shaping.

If we unleashed this great magic three times in a short period of time, which drains so much resentment, there was also a fear that [Gozmaize], whose core is resentment, would destroy itself.

Still, I couldn't resist the fear of crawling from my arms.

A burst of great magic wipes out every reaper from the elbows of [Gozmaize].

[Gozmaize] 's arm, thicker than a giant tree, had disappeared without leaving any bones.

Pain emits signals until abnormal, even slow self-repair as resentment decreases.

Even the resentment that was running through my body now leaves only a few for me, including the executor of Deadly Mixer.

But still, the Dead Minister covering [Gozmaize] 's body and the resentments left within laugh.

Laughing in relief.

Every leg, arm, and every 80% of the resentment that makes up the whole body.

The wear and tear is great, but the reaper who ends himself also disappeared again.

That's it.

Later, as soon as the self-restoration is over, we will have full resentment toward the city...

"A?"