It's already slow to deal with it. The reaction is a step behind. But still, I'm glad. As if the sword were to be manipulated, it turns back into Crokel's hand.

A forcefully drawn sword overflows a large amount of blood.

- Kronos, huh? You did.

In the pain, Ars emitted such a thing to the lid to penetrate his heart.

Croquel coming this way as he rips the [bulimic predator (Gras Eater)] straight as he slips is faceless, not sure he wins either. I don't even know what I'm after, but I only found out that by the time Gras Eater swirled back, there would be a settlement on everything.

Pain strikes the right eye and the right half of his vision. He's right, I'm sure this is [Ezeforye's lacquered eye].

So what is it?

Als untangles the [Raging Predator (Gra Eater)] of the Devil's Eye. Instantly distorted darkness disappears and another severe pain runs in the right eye.

[Raging Predator (Gra Eater)] does not disappear after erasing it. I don't see Crokel's right half, but that's irrelevant again.

"Die and be a human pillar, Ars!!

Ars quietly opens his mouth to Croquel screaming to be driven by something.

"Scattered in fantasy, hero..."

The shaken blade intersects within a flash - it seemed. But the time between the two of them did stop. Ars' mouth, which was emitted just before, did tell. I could finally decide on a magic name. It's like my mouth wants to emit it but I spin a slur and a word out for it.

"[Forget Time (Chrono Stasis)]"

An unsystematic ultimate that works on the other person's five senses.

It acts primarily on the sensory system from vision, illusoring and anchoring perception. Simply put, the magic of enforcing misidentification. It's magic that makes time unrecognizable. Therefore, the opponent's time stops completely.

Separate decisive light and darkness in this moment that determines the battle, even if it is a trivial stagnation of less than a second.

Croquel did not leave it slightly motionless as it was shaken, and Als' blood-sucking sword remained resting on his hips. Neither is his focus linked to Ars' movements.

Ars wields his dagger high enough to bite this moment, albeit slightly.

Crokel could recognize that moment as a delay in time, but the brain doesn't reflect it correctly. The body was not exactly aware of the time.

Still, it is true that [Hequatra's Binocular] instantly analyzes Ars' movements and projects them into his vision.

Krokel struggled to keep track of the remnants and move much faster than he did. If more, more eyes can recognize and capture the other person more accurately......

In order to meet that expectation, Binocular repeats the calculation in the eyeball. The operating limit that seems to burn out drips red liquid from the tooth and eye.

- Not yet. Not yet, not yet...

A moment of prayerful thought further speeded up the calculation of the demonic eye, which gradually had an effect on the brain as well.

My brain can't keep up with the enormous calculations of burning eyes. Don't listen to what the brain has to say to link the view you're looking at and reflect it on your body.

Gradually the brain runs full detail...... and......

I felt like I showed something to Crokel.

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Latifah wanted to hear the awkward hero Tan every night, just what the boy had in mind. How long would that have lasted? When it became a story that was already remembered in the boy enough to be repeated.

Upon being informed here that Latifah's eye treatment eyeball stood, my sister was to move the room for about three days to focus on treatment intensively.

Magic technology has begun to make rapid progress in addition to modern medicine. magical possibilities of increasing interest. Initially, the boy remembers the goal of the study, wondering if he had said that.

I was slapped on the shoulder because of the contributor boy. Occasionally, this facility rocked heavily, and nearly a hundred researchers went on a day of temporary noise, but I wondered if that was enough, but it was still nothing but a futile story for the boy, so I wouldn't cut it out specially. Because there's always only clerical conversation.

As usual, the boy walks off the side of a pile of big bags put in a different cart on the road to the lab as usual. I've been a little busy today. There is no way you can see the number of mountains.

I'm worried about Latifah, but I promised her. He wants to hear more about the sad hero Tan.

- Uh-huh. I knew there was only a happy ending.

Thinking after a hero who kept trying was what made the boy take and hold signs that would make his heart squeal. Because in the story of brothers and sisters working hard, my sister keeps working as hard as that hero does now.

Then the last thing we wait for is for the two of us to live slowly, relaxed, and fun. But when you think about it, the boy didn't know any other form of happiness.

There were too many things a boy didn't know about how big the world was.

- Then let's go on a journey. Yeah, it should be okay to live slowly afterwards. When your eyes heal, you'll want to see the world.

It fell out of my head softly, such as that it was dangerous outside, and now happiness just inflates my imagination.

I can't wait for my fuzzy, naturally ripping cheeks to tell my sister and make her listen. It's settled, this is the only way, yes the boy still opened the lab door today.

And I saw it.

Creepy liquid that fills inside a huge container.

I saw a small alien compound squatting in it. Half of the body has different skin like black carbide.

And when he looked at his other half, the boy opened his eyes to the limit and broke his knee.

Red and black eyes of the chemical slowly opening weakly. Half of his face...... half of his body moved his hard lips so that things turned into different things could suffer severe pain, and the crushed throat mixed with different sounds, making a definite sound in the liquid...... a gentle sound.

"O, d, y, cha, n......"

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"Uhhhhhhh!!!!

……

Rising despair and fear. It moved Crokel's arm like it was released from brain rule.

A slashed feel that does stay.

The confused eyes merely reflected their inner self, refusing to understand the status quo.

What he slashed is now dancing through the universe and falling just as a part. Yes, Ars was bleeding out of the base of his right arm.

Still, Ars doesn't stop moving toward the enemy in front of him without expecting pain.

"I'll give you about one of my arms."

Ars was releasing a gripping AWR on the verge of his right arm being cut off. I had a feeling I'd be slashed, no... even if I had [Chrono Stasis], it would break, that's what I felt. He lived up to that expectation, a hunch, a prediction.

That's why Ars had nothing to do with the move, even if his arm was dropped. Turn to the other side to round your left arm.

Not to stop the bleeding in my arm, that hand was certainly holding the chain and letting it transmit magic.

There is no need for complicated configurations as magic. Chains just thrown out in the air react to magic and become linear like sticks. It became a weapon like a spear.

And then Croquel's heart hangs on him, poking him with all his might.

"Gaha!!!

It was a croquet that held the pattern as it was and tried to fight it, but at the same time the dagger penetrated deeper into the heart as it was slapped to the ground.

The impact of the collision uprooted the power of resistance from Croquel. It was as if [Hequatra's Binoculars], so brilliant and repetitive in his calculations, were now linking a great deal of slight brightness to the lightning of life.

The aftertaste of the heartbeat transmitted from the chain comes into Ars' hands as a vibration.

When you let go of your hand from the chain, the magic that only holds you in place finishes the role and wraps you around the chest of Jalajara and Krokel.

Croquel's expression looking down didn't stop eagerly. I can't look for a shard of regret for my wish being crushed. On the contrary, it reflected a tranquil object that seemed appeased.

Binoculars that can be slowly directed to Ars.

"You should go to Babel. You also have the right to know... so mine..."

Without telling him to the end, Krokel let out the light that dwelt in the blue eye. He seemed somewhere satisfied and Ars could not utter anything to words like delegate.

What he tries to do is save many lives. It's only in front of the building, like justice and evil. Whether it's the right thing to do or the wrong thing to do, if that saves a lot of lives as a result, people will live today with their mouths shut.

Then his aspirations will be crushed. And it was Ars who held it back.

Even so.

"... unsolicited things................................................................................."

Try to stay back, Ars slips a few steps. but I can't move a step from there and my knee breaks against Ars's will.

To the point where it doesn't even make sense to look, the right arm loses the flesh that should be from the base, and blood overflows from the body that can't even find the means to stop it. No matter how much Ars has abundantly loaded up in action in the outside world, nothing can be done with medical equipment for first aid.

There are only needles and threads planted on the bottom of the shoe.

Blood passes without excess hands to hold the wound. Pain leads consciousness to the bottom of the mud as if it were a momentary nightmare. I cannot myself be aware of the vitality to live. Still, if there's only one way to do that, I guess this is the situation where the vitality to live is leaking out now.

I don't even know if it makes sense to fulfill and hold it down. My hand wants to relieve the pain, but it's a late act, and I guess it's resistance to dying.

"This is... here you go"

At some point, the right eye contour ceases to be clean and refreshing, and instead, the vision begins to glow. Totally unsolicited eyes, to the extent that such evil feels weak too.

I just don't think it would be a shame to lose my arm at all.

I didn't even know if the hand holding down the cross section of the lost arm was powered anymore. The wound pierced through his abdomen finally comes to realize at the same time that the strength of Ars' neck was lost.

There was a hole here too. Like with the faucet open, I saw the bright red blood flowing constantly, and I couldn't think of anything anymore.

The only gaze you can plunder is looking at your own knees. I managed not to fall, so it was the best I could do. No, I wonder where we can put our efforts to prevent it from falling, even if it's a distant unconscious, engraved thing.

So it's something I don't even understand why I'm not going down.

Still, the thought of having to go home somewhere in my mind is the only thing keeping me in shape.

Would I have already bled out, or does it continue to bleed that I'm still alive?

Then I should be able to move.

Will they accept themselves, who are monsters? Will I be able to send the routine as it has always been? "I hope so." Was such a commonplace desire emanated with a mouth that did not even move pictorially?

In a cloudy consciousness, the head was functioning only to expose the heart.

- That's right. I could also tell Loki.

I'm in the mood for someone to ask. I feel like I've finally found myself. But I have no desire for that to come true.

Various things have seemed trivial in front of this drowsy tiredness.

I think I heard someone.

Still, it was the limit that I was already opening my lid. The ground approaches. Black darkness descends from above sight.

For some reason, I was terrified of that.

That darkness that ends it all chills the body.

Also... flirting with the mundane world, my body doesn't move even though I think I'm sorry anymore. My body broke first, even though my heart wasn't broken.

It was supposed to be to not regret my choices, but my vain eyes continue to reject the consequences.

The heartbeat that kept resisting the immobile body and the unturning thought slowly weakens its heart tone - it will also have to crush a quiet light behind the dark screen called the lid.

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