Seeing the raw, warm blood flowing out of his chest, Ilyce felt a chill at the red liquid that was not supposed to be there, which was transferred to his hand in dismay.
　And in between the wild breathing, no amount of cursing could even find a solution. He had rejected his body, which had ceased to be a human being, and he had accepted that he was not human. Now, the proof of being a person who had enjoyed the glory of tens of thousands has returned to his body.

　However, under the current circumstances, there will not be time to even experience nostalgia forever. The fear of being different is not the only thing that has made Ilyce lonely. The fear that there is someone who wants this power that he wants to reject most. Every time he remembered such a time, Ilyce would call everything but himself a human, and he would never allow himself to be mixed up in the midst of others. No, no one was going to let him do that.

　You knew that. That there are things that make up a person, and that a person needs to have an appearance. Even if she didn't profess that her body was in liquid form, even if she didn't profess it, she breathed unconcernedly among the rest of them... she mocked herself.

　I remind myself that there is no such place to be in search of a place to be.

　That's why I glared at Hazan, who caused me to be reminded of a bygone era.

'What have you done to me!

　Across the way, a snarling, admiring Hazan lifted the corners of his mouth in a grin.

'Crokel instructed me to have Mekphis make it. I wasn't told the details either, but I didn't expect it to work. Now it's fair, let's start over, let's start killing each other with our feet on the edge of death!
'Kuh ... kuh-uh-uh ... kuh-uh-uh ... kuh-uh-uh ... kuh-uh-uh ...

　A weak but insane laugh on his white face made Ilyce's throat churn.

''Ahhhh... hahaha, I see...''
What?

　What's so funny about it, when it's clearly a serious injury? Hazan raises an eyebrow and remains static.
　However, Ilyce's twitching mouth forms an innocent smile. If I had to describe that face in one word, it would be exactly that: relief.

'I see. So I was still a person. It's warm, Hazan!　It hurts more than anything else.

　Hazan, who had no way of knowing what was going on in her mind, wondered if a screw had flown off.

'This is an unexpected harvest. I should be grateful to you guys. I'm sure you'll be relieved to hear that I'm going to kill you in return. I'm going to kill you.

　Zokri and Hazan's back - no, the constriction that made his heart tighten, made his muscles tense. Unconscious alertness. Hence, this tension is irresistible.

　The inorganic face of Ilyce, as if he had abandoned the representation of emotion called expression.
　If you find something from that expression, you can only read black, negative kind. The gaze that seems to be smiling is also like looking with pity at the scattered flowers that bloom for a time. And the fleeting eyes that seem to be aimed at the weak, whose lives, like the few remaining fires, are in their own hands to extinguish or to keep alive.

　There is a limit to life, a limit to life, and Hazan's life is shortened to a fraction of a second. It was the eyes of pity that seemed to know this.


　But if one were to look at the battle situation from a realistic perspective, there was certainly a crisis that Ilyce's body had never experienced before. No, I can feel it dimly just because it's my body. The hourglass of life is now falling at a terrific rate - the sand that had stopped is now overflowing.

　The healing that was done to Loki has unraveled. No, it had to be returned to its own body, but fortunately she would have survived. I can't say for sure, but the wound should be closed. There was nothing I could do about the internal organs, but I would have been able to prolong her life.


　The only thing left to do is to figure out what to do in a situation where he couldn't move a single step.
　In this way, one would think that people have a rather inconvenient body. That's what makes me happy.

　--what that guy did is for later. The demon eyes are barely alive, but the body........

　As I thought, this pain was something that Ilyce had forgotten in the distant memories he had before he opened his eyes. He wondered if it was something that his body was so disobedient to say.
　He thought so, but it was this little body. I wouldn't be able to look as unconcerned as that physical idiot. Even just breathing makes my chest rise and fall, and it seems as if my wound is opening up every time I do.

　It's strange because it's even comfortable. Even though you might die, just knowing that you can die makes you feel somewhat saved.
　That's why we must fulfill our mission before we run out.

''The Four Tails of the Black Towering Wave (Tartarus).

　Four thin, misty tails gradually darkened its outline. Four thin darknesses grew out from behind Ilyce, moving independently as they leaned their sickle necks as if to check their senses in the air.
　But their composition was definitely lacking. There was an error in the communication with the nerves, not the jet-black water tail that he had shown in the Battle of Ars, but a somewhat faded black that was only barely distinguishable from colorlessness.

　This was the current maximum. It was certainly having far more of an effect on the demon's eyes than Ilyce's wound. The solution Hazan had doused his body back into human form it had weakened the power caused by the demonic eye.

''We're ready, okay?　It's not like you to wait all the way out here.
Don't be like that. I'm the one who set it up.
Then you're okay with it.

　The unstoppable blood invites you to count down, but Ilyce doesn't make an expression, just keeps the enemy in sight and begins to move.

　The four tails extend towards the Hazan with AWR at the ready.
　It's not only the speed and the power is also reduced by half, but the essence of the extreme magic is in its manipulation. Although it was a stab from the square, the two on either side hit the ground in front of me and raised a cloud of dust.

　It's unclear whether the current [Four Tails of the Black Towering Wave (Tartarus)] with its reaction speed can counter Hazan. That's why he had to get creative.
　It was quite a miserable manifestation, but it was a force that I put everything into. I will do my best to challenge and accomplish what I can.

　However, the two tails that pierced through the dust were unable to return or extend any further.

''Oraa!''

　Immediately after the strident vocalization, Ilyce's entire body floated in the air as it was drawn in. Its curved tail turned heavenward and its main body, Ilyce, was lightly lifted into the sky.
　Changing his stance as little as possible, Ilyce leaned back and looked directly down. There, its tail was held in both arms and held in a tightening hold.

　Huffing out a breath, Ilyce held her breath in the air as if she were in pain and dexterously turned her body around. Fresh blood splattered on the ground, but it didn't matter.

　A twist was added to her grasped tail, and the twisting twist from the base to the spiral conveyed its power to the tip. Hazan fights it, blue streaks in his temples, and veins rise up on both arms. The antagonist was about to collapse as his toes scraped the ground.

　And the magic formula on the hilt of Hazan's AWR emits a faint light--.

''Kuh!

　Faster than the magic manifested, Hazan's huge arm was popped. The recoil threw him off balance.

　The tail that slipped out of the armpit tore through the armpit with tremendous force, and instead, the other two tails were pincered by two more tails aimed like a pendulum from front and back.
　Hazan hadn't yet recovered from the recoil of being instantly popped. These attacks are taking place almost simultaneously.

　In a decision that could be described as a wild beast's sensation, he kicks the ground with one foot as if to forcefully play Hazan's huge body, spinning his body to gain dwell time, and then shifts off to the side for two steps to avoid it.
　Amazingly, as he spun around, Hazan pulled out his AWR and popped the side of his tail with divine timing.

　However, just over his head, Ilyce didn't let up on his attack as he looked down directly below him. Immediately, a series of blows by the tail poured out like rain.
　The tail that drilled holes in the ground gradually raised dust.

　But a tingle of pain was snatched from Ilyce's nerves.
　A different kind of intense pain sits in his head as if the tail had been severed and etched directly into his brain.

　Against the aerial assault in a semicircle, Ilyce tried to pull his tail back to the ground, but it was time for the ground to get closer.
　But the dust cloud that had rolled up was consolidating in the center like a whirlpool and disappeared. The whirlpool that he thought had disappeared now appeared in front of Ilyce's eyes, and

''--!

　Without even having time to think about the landing, Ilyce pulled the four tails back in front of him as a shield.
　However, the magic did not exert a direct attack. She had known this magic, but now she had no choice but to use the four tails as a shield as a means to prevent it.

　Spitting out the dust she'd sucked up and exposed to the storm, Ilyce was unable to resist and was forced to retreat further from the landing spot.

　He immediately unhooks his four tails and tries to slow down by thrusting them into the ground before they collide. Hazan's body as seen in that case is pierced everywhere by the four tails, and although he seems to have escaped a fatal wound, his left arm is stained red in its entirety.
　I'm sure you'll be able to see the bones of the arm that were so strong that they were gouged out on the sides.

　Ilyce returns his gaze to the ground and slowly descends, using his remaining tail to cushion the impact of his landing. Even so, the wound is further opened by the load placed on the body.
　Already the clothes from the chest down contained more blood than could be sucked out and were unusually heavy.

　Ilyce wondered about the intent of the magic that Hazan had emitted. No, it was only that it felt that way.
　Still, it wasn't for an attack........yes.

''----!

　Ilyce realized that being blown up to this point was intentional. She turned around and caught it at the edge of her vision. That she was coming to the side of the silver-haired girl lying on her stomach.

　The distance of a few meters is enough to ensure that she will be caught up in the fight.
　And as if to confirm this premonition, Hazan does not move slightly, nor does he stop the enormous amount of blood flowing from his arms. He just stood there eerily.......and then a gruff smile and an abrasive voice sounded.

''Reversed Phantom Rock Peak (Orncrus).''