I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

Use the storm created by the opponent to move quickly.

Prevent further disasters before widespread attacks occur.

Then from the beginning of his appearance, he established a connection with the Slate Man through crystallization.

To be honest, the feeling of competing with the other party for control of power is really uncomfortable.

Just the wave he blocked when he appeared consumed nearly half of his physical strength. If Yan Shang hadn't reacted in time and covered the increase, he would have been unable to hold on long ago.

It seems like an understatement, but in fact, he has been just pretending.

And now, all actions have finally reached their end.

Fu'er raised his head, looked at the container in front of him, and asked softly.

"You must already know about their existence and their choices. So I want to ask, how will you choose?"

"…………"

Countless raindrops reflected the other person's face. Reflects thousands of emotions.

There is confusion, fear, uneasiness, and even more numbness.

"I won't say that everything in the past has nothing to do with you, and their extinction is not your fault. This is the part you should bear. If you can't accept your past self, I will be responsible for giving you a happy life. "

"But, I still have to ask-"

"What do you want to do. What is your wish."

"After destroying your own world, do you now want to destroy mine?"

A drop of rain fell on his face, flowing through his eyes and cheeks.

Like tears.

"I…………"

The air is vibrating, and countless raindrops are shaking violently, symbolizing the huge turmoil controlling the heart.

He seemed to see them, they were smiling at him and entrusting the light in their hands to him.

[Votel/Old friend/Lord God, please live. 】

[Take everything we have and survive]

"Answer me! Slate Man!!!"

. . . . . . . .

"I do not want!!!"

A cry containing screams came from the face that was riddled with holes.

However, it is so vivid.

"I want to live! Live with their wishes, respond to their expectations, and live as myself!!!"

The slate man raised his head, tears streaming down his face.

"Help me...Fu'er..."

"it is good--"

Fuer held the other person's hand, like an old friend reunited after a long separation.

"I'll help you because you're my friend."

So, the sky... became clear.

A ray of light passed through the storm clouds and fell on the ground.

This time the sunshine has warmth.

"You...don't even think about it!!!"

Feeling that his power was constantly being taken away, Victory struggled and let out a deafening roar.

But it is a pity that the Slate Man, who has regained all his power with the help of Ful, or Sylvia, is separating his power.

Everything about them from the past, as well as the miracles obtained by their sacrifices, will be preserved without abandoning even a single bit.

Then, all the costs that should be paid are discharged together.

Of course, originally all this was impossible.

But, isn't there a villain here?

A person who voluntarily establishes a link, who has the perfect physique to attract disasters, is the ultimate victim.

Feeling the shared power from the Slate Man filling his body, Fu'er raised his head, grinned, and showed an extremely bright smile.

"What should we do then?"

After obeying the other party's guidance and completing the separation of miracles and disasters, the slate man scratched his head and asked Fu'er beside him.

"Come on, Slate Man, I'll teach you what to do first. In general, it's -"

"Take him!"

"What do you mean by intertwining him?"

"It's simple."

He tightened his grip, the familiar battle ax appeared, raised his arms above his head, and then took off.

Facing the wind, countless water flows entangled, giving the silver-white battle ax a dreamy rippled brilliance.

It swelled to a size of tens of meters!

hack!

With one axe, his face was completely chopped off!

Forget it, he just looked disfigured to begin with.

Then, two more knives! Bone reduction and plastic surgery!

"Watch it! This is called! Pan him!"

"Roar!!!!!!"

One thing to say is that the person who was beaten didn't feel very clearly about this operation, but the slate man felt it a little bit.

It seems...looking at such a knife slashing.

Then add Fuer's strange battle cry.

"Your name is Victor Liha!"

It seems pretty cool?

A little itchy.

take me one!

Then the torrent turned into a sharp military front, which was also huge in size.

Throw him!

Under the staggered attacks of the giant axe and the water dragon, only the miserable screams of a poor synthetic beast that could only roar and struggle were left, as well as the people squatting below, who had already begun to eat melons and watch the show.

But Yan Shang is still shouting something, a little to the left and a little above, it feels like he has some bone hyperplasia or something like that.

As for helping? Is there anything else I can help with? Are you going to send the old, weak, sick and disabled like you?

It’s great to watch a show here.

And when the other party tries to link a self-aware containment object, the outcome is already doomed.

Are you competing with the main body for power? Be funny.

And now, what threat can a synthetic beast that relies on the power of a contained object pose?

Just a bigger meat target.

If my ammunition depot was more abundant, I might be able to fire two cannons and have fun, but now I am almost out of ammunition and food, so I'd better take a rest.

Yeah! Give him two more axes on his calves to cure his bandy legs!

As for Victory’s feelings?

Nobody cares anymore.

The louder we roar, the happier we are! ! !

It's a pity that I haven't had enough time to cut Fu'er yet.

Victory couldn't bear the humiliation.

blew up.

Although the self-destruction did not produce any splash, the impact of the explosion was completely blocked by the water shield constructed by the Slate Man.

The only function is probably to leave an artificial lake?

"Tsk, that's it? It's just average. It doesn't feel as good as the Charter Cut."

Fu'er shrugged disdainfully. Just as he was about to check and see if he needed a last-ditch hit, a ray of light suddenly flashed out.

"Fuer, I will remember everything today! In the future, I will pay back everything a hundred times!!!!"

With malicious words, a mutilated body and the disaster contained in it, he borrowed his last strength and rushed into the portal.

But when Fu'er wanted to rush out to stop him, his feet weakened and he almost fell to the ground.

"Hey, hey, stop moving. I've been wandering around for such a long time, and I don't know if my strength is exhausted!"

Yan Shang on the side quickly came over to support him and said.

"No, I don't want to be an idiot who can't do last-hitting. I have to completely eliminate that guy. Give me a mouthful of milk quickly! I'll go after him."

Ful struggled to get up, wanting to follow the escaping Victory in pursuit.

"Okay, you really think my milk has no side effects, right? That guy can't escape."

Yan Shang patted Fu'er and said comfortingly.

"There is a big meal waiting for him over there."

"Ah... that's good..."

After receiving a positive answer, Fu'er finally lost the motivation to support himself and passed out completely.

He repeatedly called on his own miracles, constantly borrowed the abilities of Harts and the Slate Man, and completed a battle that could be rated as an S-level disaster. Finally, he relied on the power of the Slate Man to kill the synthetic beast.

Coupled with the exhaustion from running around in the past few days, he finally fell into a self-protective sleep at the end of everything.

It’s good to be young, just fall asleep!

The eigenworld, the open sea.

Victory dragged his broken body, his facial features overflowing with blood, and emerged from the deep sea, choking out the blood in his mouth and nose.

"Fu'er, Yan Shang, wait, I will definitely let you know what true despair is!"

Obviously, the mission has failed, and it is estimated that all the people lurking above have been caught, but as a professional and self-aware cult group, they know that eggs cannot be put in one basket.

There are companions who can help him escape from here.

Although he did not get the numbered containment object, the disaster he brought back, which was equivalent to the numbered containment object, was also valuable.

"Next time, I will definitely——"

"What must it be?"

A strange voice suddenly came from my ears.

At some point, a kayak stopped next to him?

Wait! Not only that, there are more helicopters and ships.

Why didn't I notice anything?

On top of the kayak, a woman was looking at him impatiently.

"You're the only one who made me, a civil servant, work overtime, right?"

The blazing fist with a temperature of 3000 degrees was swung down, completely eliminating Victory's idea of ​​​​escape.

In other words, I no longer have the ability to have ideas.

Although the opponent actually prepared a 6000-degree slap and a 9000-degree flying kick for him.

But unfortunately, all of this backfired.

All in all, all events and all conspiracies have ended here.

"Hey, it's me, Yan. I caught the target. Without even a fight, I fainted after one punch. Can I get off work? What? Do you want me to be handed over to the asylum? It's really troublesome. I'm a civilian. Ah, can't you call a special operations officer..."

With increasingly impatient words, the woman named Yan walked away gradually, carrying Victory who was like a pile of burnt rotten meat.

The support officer lady on the other end of the phone was left feeling tired.