"You're thinking so beautifully. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The premise is to survive by escaping being food in my baby's mouth. The potion it uses is different from the previous attack on Xue Dinger's residence, and the improved potion is impossible to estimate if it extracts the blood of you after becoming a princess. Tonight is a night of heartache and happiness, because my favorite "Queen Girl Naig" will take on another pose and sacrifice her body for "Apocalypse". 」

During my conversation with Cladow, Montimado was like a newborn born who had just come into contact with the world, and his surroundings were new to him. It may have forgotten the memories of its transformation, or its appetite was too big to think, so it wanted to eat its master, Krado.

It explores the messy girl-themed room, re-accessing information through its five senses and experiencing everything.

It starts digging for food from the furniture closest to it.

The giant giant body swooped down like an ape to knock down the cabinet and explore its various contents. Confirming that it could not be eaten, it lifted its long face buried in the cabinet and sniffed around searching for new food.

"Roar!"

It finally found me standing on the big roof and observing it for a long time.

The muscular armor covered by Montimado's body seems to be very hard and has no gaps, and the only thing that can be said to be soft and can be called weakness is ...... Neck –

I turned on the "ability", and the shadow hand behind me stabbed straight into Montimado's neck.

From the shadow transforming into an arm to attacking, it's just a blink of an eye.

However, by the time his palms came together and stabbed at his target in the shape of a spear, Montimado had moved away from the overturned wardrobe.

The horse-headed beast just kicked forward on one leg slightly, avoiding the path of my shadow path.

Its jaw-dropping speed of consternation, and its rugged giant body that did not match, took away a considerable amount of air.

A large amount of air flowed towards the hollowed-out space of Montimado, and the airflow in the bedroom was changed by traction.

I have several notches of dynamic vision than I did as a human, and I don't miss its high-speed movement that seems to disappear.

The air flow in the room was driven, and my long snow-colored hair was swept into the wind flow that quickly passed around me.

Almost at the same time, Montimado, who was about to hit the corner of the bedroom, flipped back and forth with his waist and kicked the ground hard-

In an instant, he changed direction and rushed in front of me.

In order to catch the prey, Montimado bent his arms forward, and the developed deltoid muscles and biceps muscles that were stretched out were quick to grab me a second ago, and the body of the little girl in front of me had already left, and he grabbed the afterimage left by her overdrive.

Before the horse-headed beast kicked the ground, I expected it to turn and swoop at it.

The shadow hand I attacked for the first time didn't retract, but just continued the attack and stabbed the pink carpet.

The palms of Shadow's hands dug under the carpet, and the five fingers stretched out into the ground—the shadows connected to the base of my feet. As soon as I lifted my leg and pulled the shadow hand strip tight, I relaxed, and the shadow strip retracted like a rubber and pulled me from the large ceiling near the ceiling to the floor with a large hole in the nearby wall.

Montimado and I switched positions from three seconds ago.

It stood on the top of the bed, its fangs sliced and saliva-spilled at me, and I squinted back from below.

I avoided the danger and smiled with a thrilling smile.

I gasped, adrenaline was rushing, and my heart was pounding, as if I longed for another moment of life and death.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, ——!Roar, T

My provocation worked. Montimado opened his arms wide, raised his horse's head high with his chest facing the sky, and let out the strange noise of mixing the long howl of a horse and the rough roar of a wild beast in his deep throat.

It arches its back in preparation for a lunge, kicks the big canopy to keep it ...... for a smoother sprint.

That action hurt it.

- The roof of the bed could not bear the weight of the two kicks, and the load reached the limit and collapsed.

My previous push to speed away was also the driving force behind the collapse of the canopy to reach its limit early.

I can say that it was actually a trap designed by me for "luck (luck is strength)".

- I certainly won't miss this opportunity.

Montimado's giant body is stuck in the air, unable to move as much as he wants. I took control of the shadow arm, and in an instant it scurried towards Montimado's waist.

It tried to stop that, and in less than a second of its fall, it was extremely quick to grab Shadow's hand, but the fall weakened Montimado's grip.

The Shadow Hand escaped from its grip and wrapped its arms around its waist, continuing diagonally upward.

The shadow hand drilled through the wooden ceiling to the cement wall on the upper floor, and before touching it, he instantly made a 180-degree turn, bypassing the beams and columns, and running through the wall panel separating the large bathhouse back to the girl-themed bedroom.

The shadow hand did not stop, and wrapped a few more laps around the upper beam...... Montimado tugged desperately at the loincloth, not noticing that my shadow hand was dragging its waist to fix it on the upper beam.

It was about to tear at its loincloth again, but the shadow hand that circled around it tied its left elbow to stop it.

Montimado raised his right hand and hooked his fingers around his left elbow, cutting it with his nails. It was halfway through the pose, and the shadow hand that had just drilled through the wall and wrapped around me to hold the beams between the second and first floors behind me had wrapped around its right wrist.

I fastened Montimado's waist and right wrist to the left and right ends behind it, separating the beams on the second and third floors. Its left elbow was tied to the lower crossbar behind me.

The Shadow Strip ribbon that I can operate is centered on itself, with a range of five meters.

The pink girl's bedroom just fits the circular volume with a radius of five cubic meters.

I tried to challenge the extent to which I could use the Shadow Hand Strip. After the experiment, the Shadow Hand Strip was unexpectedly resilient and tough.

The shadow hand strip wraps several beams back and forth, almost tying up the upper and lower beams, the left and right vertical beams in the theme bedroom, and weaving a black net that occupies the entire space.

Montimado wanted to stomp his hooves and leap up, using his explosive momentum to break the entangled black net. Its thighs were halfway up, and the swiftly curled ribbon of the shadow hand stopped it.

I made a gesture of gripping the void in front of me, and controlled the shadow hand to drag its hooves back to the ground.

Montimado is now an immobile prey in the center of the black web.