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　A part of me was leaking out.
　While he didn't feel the pain, such a sense of loss tingled in his chest. For Mekphis, the loss of blood was accompanied by the loss of himself as if he were missing.

　Separated from the distance by a single blow, Mekphis had begun to engage Jean, who immediately clung to him. However, the battle has been a one-sided affair.

　There are signs that they are chasing us, but a long needle is attacking us without resting from behind the trees in the forest.
　It's a completely remotely controlled AWR.

　Shape-memory alloy would be the correct term. I doubt it's metal, since it reflects a liquid-like smoothness on its surface.


　Currently, a thinly stretched needle was attacking it as it slid through the air. It wasn't even shaped like a sword or halberd, just a shape that sought only to skewer, running through any blind spot.

　It's not even a skewer, if you eat that thing, it will easily penetrate and you won't even notice it right away. That's how thin, thin and sharp it is.
　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you can get your hands on it.


　I'm not going to be able to relax while running, but Mekphis couldn't relax. I'm not sure if magic would still be able to handle an attack from an unexpected direction.
　He ran through the trees. If you try to stagnate for even a moment to leap, you'll get a hole in your leg.

''--!

　Instantly, he lowers his head, and a silvery white needle that penetrated from inside the trunk passes over the section without making a sound. A silent attack where not even a scraping sound could be heard.
　A few tenths of a second later, a needle that looks like a sword mountain turned sideways flies directly in front of him from above the direction of travel he was running in.

　Although the wound he received in his abdomen was immediately repaired, he currently has no time for that. Blood was flowing from everywhere on Mekphis' body. At first, he couldn't catch the ultra-fine needles, but with this body's physical ability, it was only a matter of time before he got used to it.

　Without even avoiding the countless needles, Mekphis, who was meeting them head-on, put his strength into his arms. The glove that was attached to the body is gone as if it were absorbed into the body, and a thin hand that can be described as a cilium hand rubs over its own wound.

　The blood rode on the tips of his fingers, pulling the thread. I swung up as it was.

''[Confusion Rejection [Reject]

　Fresh blood covered my eyes as if the blood on the tips of my four fingers was cutting through space. It's as if the paint of blood was sprinkled on the transparent canvas, and it is dyed all red.
　The needle, which is trying to pierce the wall of blood without changing its speed, snapped to a stop before the wall of blood. It's as if they can't go any further....


　In the meantime, Mekphis escapes from the line of fire.

　And again, he separated from the distance at once. After receiving instructions, AWR is unable to advance from a certain distance.

　At that time, naturally, Jean was also chasing Mekphis. No, he wasn't too close, not too far away, but he was definitely taking a distance where he couldn't be found.
　The [Rage Ball] is closely tied to Jean's magical power in everything. It can't increase beyond its original volume, but within its maximum volume, its shape is flexible.
　It can be increased or decreased as much as it is allowed. Of course, in all of this, though, detailed information must be rewritten successively through magic power.


　In that situation, there was a part of the situation that was unreadable. They don't read our information after giving instructions to kill or injure the opponent.
　Jean brought the relevant location into view.

　Although he wondered at the scene as if something red had stopped time itself.

''Chaotic Infection [Catastrophe]

　A moment later - the wall dyed in fresh blood explodes like a bullet. Countless blood splatters were scattered.

　Mekphis, who had been made to think she had gained distance, had turned back and was hiding. As expected of her, she was getting a bit bored, while the minutes were getting worse.
　Mekphis shifted her gaze to the cool, blood-red ground and became pensive for a little while.

　--As I recall, I was expected to die, but wouldn't a battle with the Rumbles make it less likely that I would die?

　The premonition that Crockel told him he would die was the result of the interpretation that he would die after the battle with Ars. However, the irregularity that went against expectations could possibly save Mekphis.

　Mekphis let out a boring sigh when such a thought passed for a moment.
　Nonsense, that would be the end of the story.
　Thus, devoting time to Jean is not a good situation for Crockel after all. No, it's him, and even that might not have much of an impact.

　If Mekphis dies as he had predicted, so be it. I'd rather hope. If the only way to feel alive, as he told Crokel, is to die, then even that's a good thing.
　Although the creation of the new world sounds interesting, Mekhis has been searching for his own personal existence for a long time. If only I could know that.....

''I'm afraid that wouldn't be suitable with you either.

　The fading of discouragement descended and the madness disappeared.
　The body that hadn't been used in a long time had also regained a lot of sensation.



　The white silver shield at the end of the lookout is protecting Jean's entire body from the attack without a second thought. Jean immediately saw that this choice was the best, and he carried it out.
　【Chaos Infection 《Catastrophe》 is not magic by a woman taken from Mekphis's blood, but by Mekphis's unusual ability. But rather than magic, it was an alien ability to handle blood and read information, so it was somewhat different.

　The mixed blood of Mekphis holds hundreds of times more information than an ordinary person. That too, the mixed information had altered itself.
　If a part of the body or a magic that uses magic power as an energy body prevented it, it would certainly affect the composition itself. Above all, if it tries to enter the human body, it will cause a rejection reaction and erode the information in the blood. There is no doubt that the power of magic itself will be spoiled if that happens - you will be unable to use magic permanently.

　There was no hesitation in using it, even if it was a great risk. It was unlikely that he would be able to match Mekphis's wishes, though.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for. It's a good idea to be able to use your own blood, because when you use your own blood, you are also sacrificing the body that you remember.

　Of course, that's the choice.

　--I'm not sure if we're down to 20 people.

　Maybe it's the right amount to organize in a way. In the case of Mekphis, they are mostly used to infiltrate other countries and so on, and one element in each system is enough to be useful in actual combat, and if you ignore their superiority as magic, one or two would be enough.


''Good grief, I'm not a fan of attacking women, but...''

　Immediately after the silver shield returned its form to the sphere, Mekphis, who had turned his attention to it, was momentarily slow to react to the scraping sound of scraping metal together that came from behind him.
　He turned his body around and turned around, and a needle passed in front of him.

　One by one, the AWR pieces scattered around me gathered together, enlarging the sphere.

　Returning his face, Mekphis had a sneaky smile on his face. The words that emanated from it were those of a woman, but they were a bit theatrical.

''By the side of what I said........it doesn't hurt!

　The cut that ran down his cheek slowly brought blood to the surface, but Mekphis traced the wound with his knuckles. The fine skin had been restored to its original state.

'Resistance is not equal to inability to do so. It's just that it hurts a little bit. I don't care who you are, but the way you look....
'Is it a waste of time?　If you want to know who it is, you're going to have to go through the proper order and I'll deal with you instead.

　After the last vile mouth he showed, Gnarly and Mekphis' face turned the color of blood and spread all over his body. The body was remade.
　It was a little taller, showing off its feminine features and unkempt gray hair. It always looked sluggish, and dark circles could be seen under its eyes.

　Jean's gaze shifted to a sharp one as he saw the magic book-type AWR from his waist, wondering where the new woman was hiding in her new form.

''Hispida-sa... hmm...''

　It all connected. It matched before my eyes. There was no more room for doubt or patience, just pure anger carried in its eyes.

'Let's begin, Jean Rumbles. Let the singles of your country kill each other.

　A pure, innocent smile, a faint smile on his mouth.
　The language is not similar. The content is different from the Hispida Jean knows. Even though he thought so, his appearance was an imitation of the girl of his memory, which was not a bit different.