It was an appearance, out of context.

　The hulking Sole approached from across the street with an imposing gait.
　Visibly rough animal breath.

　A huge body, its entire body colored in black and gold.
　The head was reminiscent of a wolf.
　Compared to other species, it seemed somewhat more distant from humans, but it was probably a sub-race.
　Its fur is golden.
　Extra-fine black veins running through the golden eyes.
　In those eyes, Currier felt an inexplicable fear and madness.
　The oddly developed muscles of the peaches.
　The muscular arms that were thick and vein-filled.
　It was a majesty worthy of being described as divine.
　One of the reaches of perfect beauty.
　It was a different kind of standard than Cecily Arkwright, but as a form of beauty, it felt worthy of being called perfect.

　But it's lacking.

　It felt like something was missing from this one.
　That's right - a fatal "something".
　It's not strength or a part of the body, or anything like that.
　In other words, something akin to a concept.
　I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do that.
　A snarky existence.
　That's what it felt like to Currier.

　Sole had an awe-inspiring perfection and a lonely sense of lack.

　The black beast grabbed the head of the speckled-clothed human with one hand and dragged it along.

　--Zulk, zulk--.

　The tips of his feet, which had lost their strength, scraped against the ground, making a pitiful sound.
　Looking at the weakness and blood loss of the one being grabbed by the head, that figure in purple and black was probably already dead.

　--What was that thing?

　Are they both the end of the tenth indicative army?
　I don't know.

　--Thud--

　The dull sound of flesh and bone being crushed.
　The head of the corpse was crushed.

　--Boom--.

　It throws the body away.
　He crashes into a building wall and caves in.

"Who are you?　Is this the end of the Tenth Legion?

　Currier had interjected a question.

'Na, ni...?　Zui..........no.......juju......gung........?　 .....

　He is speaking what looks like words, but it's unclear if he can communicate properly.
　My guess is that there are two words that Solé has just uttered.

　The end of the tenth indicative army.
　The guy from earlier.

　That's what he must have said.
　But I don't know.
　Whether this mysterious sub-race is the Last Ten Indications Army or not is impossible to determine.

Wha........o....o....o....o....o....o....o....o....o....o....o....o....o....o....z

　He couldn't construct a single word now.
　Currier was confused.
　Who was it really?
　Why is that thing here?
　It was different from the Four Deadly Disasters and the Last Ten Indicators Army.
　It is not a known, unknown entity.

...mono, domo, wo... kuduk... kuduk... kuduk... kuduk... .....................

　A raspy, muddy voice.
　The sound which contains a destructive evil.
　And two words that led to a guess.

　Kill.
　Extermination.

　--the enemy and, I suppose, should be seen.

　A black killing intent is rising from the soles.
　Those red, bloody golden eyes were catching Currier like a fierce beast that hunts.

''I ask you again.......who are you?''
Gui.... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu.... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu... gu.... gu... gu.... gu.... gu... gu... gu.... gu... gu... gu.... gu... gu.... gu.... gu.... gu.... gu... gu... gu.... gu.... gu... gu.... gu.

　Extermination.

　Decent communication is still impossible?

　--Potato--

　Cold sweat fell to the ground.

　It was incomparable to the time when he was facing that Four Deadly Plagues Zemeckis Angren, an intimidating feeling that made his entire body stand on end.
　The magnitude of the alarm bells inside Currier exceeded even the 《Formless Games》 that exceeded the limits of the drug's power.

　Run away, my mind howled.
　I can't escape, my heart cries out.
　Can you win, the mind asks.

　The heart - silent.

　The heart--Zsing--.

　Solee took a step forward.

　There is no gap.

　No, it's no longer even a matter of whether there is an opening or not.
　This is a siege.
　The opponent is just one person, but it's as if a powerful encircling net has been laid around them.

''Fu, fuuuuuuuck........!　Go ... go ... go ... go ... go ... go ... go ... go ... go ...

　Killing.
　Crush.

　The black giant's killing intent complements the currier perfectly.

　Should I curse my talent, should I curse it?
　Should I curse this talent that is able to measure the opponent's strength, should I curse it today?

　

　The sole twisted the body wide open.

　--Misi.........

　Sole's thick arms and legs creaked up.

　He moved into an attack stance.

　Currier intuits that.

　Wa... wa... wa... wa... wa... na... i...

　I don't know.

　I don't know, I guess I said.

　I don't know, and neither did Currier.
　What I do know, however, is the feeling of death.

　For some reason, the memories that had been running through Currier's mind since he arrived in this country.
　There were times when it was difficult, but in this country, I was able to find more joy than that.

　Friends, were made.

　I felt like I finally understood the "happiness" that I didn't understand when I was in that apocalypse.

　The happiness is there.

　I thought so.

　The premonition of death was almost there.

　In a complete turn of events, I am now about to be caught up in a vortex of despair.

'But--'

　The holy element is poured into Revelgate.

''No matter the situation, that guy didn't give up.......!

　We can't just die in vain, not fighting death.
　Suddenly I remembered the words of Tasogale: "Man is a creature of the will.

'Man is a creature of the will. Those without a will will cause death that could have been avoided.


　Magical armor, deploy.


　-Survive, don't ever--