Injury is a process. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lancet said.

In fact, it is.

For example, slashing, which is the cutting edge of the blade that cuts through the skin, cuts through the muscles, and cuts the tendons and bones, which undoubtedly takes time.

Another example is poisoning, that is, the poison enters the stomach or bloodstream, and then spreads to the body, the toxin is excited, and finally kills. It also takes time.

Not to mention explosions and stuff. The "explosion" of such a high intensity of the fortress cannon was stopped by Lancet, let alone ordinary methods.

If you can stop the time of your body, then indeed, you will be in an undefeated position from the beginning. Because there will be no injury, no hindrance, everything is based on time and movement, once this most basic law is broken, then the guy who breaks the rules is completely invincible.

Even if you are sick or something, if your time stops, you will not be infected with the disease, right?

If what he says is true, then everything is meaningless.

Because, it is impossible to beat time.

It's the same for everyone.

If the other party can stop time at will, then you only need to walk over leisurely in the space where time stops, and kill the other party with a knife. Even if you can't move someone in time-out, can you stick a clay bomb to them? Is it okay to carry the other party and throw him out of the cliff? Is it okay to find a volcano and throw it into the volcano?

Impeccable......

Perfect Ability......

Wrong!

You was just about to admit Ranster's strength in his heart, when a spirit of refusal to admit defeat suddenly cried out in his heart.

He couldn't help but look at Lloyd.

The young man was also full of anger, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Wrong...... Even if it's the perfect ability...... I also had to figure out how to beat it.

You said to yourself.

Why...... Very simple......

Because, Lloyd was a fool.

His words, in the future, when Lancet commits a crime, he will definitely stand up desperately.

This person is such a hot-blooded idiot.

It looks calm, but it's actually hotter than anyone else.

It looks wise, but it's actually stupider than anyone else.

He is the kind of idiot who absolutely can't understand the difference between the combat power of the enemy and the enemy......

Surely let Lance start a battle that must be lost.

So...... In order to be able to help him that day, he must study Leinster's weaknesses. And then...... Deliver the strongest blow. A blow that kills him.

This is...... What only I, as the most vicious killer, can do......

You try not to let yourself fall into the despair that Lanster has to offer.

Work hard to bring out your poor fighting spirit.

There is a fighting power called [Will] in the world.

The weak are not examples of the victories of the strong through will.

For example, Liber.

In the face of the invasion of the Erebonian Empire, Libel, a weak and small country, fought such an excellent result in the Hundred Days War. This is the result of the unity of the Liber people.

It's the same now, if you even give up the consciousness of fighting, then you really can't be saved. If you want to be dominated by the Karumon consortium for the rest of your life, feared, and trembling, it is better to go to Hades as soon as possible.

Finally got some fighting spirit, You Tatsumi stopped looking at Lancet, for fear that his mind would be affected by this man.

In fact, for now, it's okay to take a look.

Because Lancet had put away his majestic appearance, and had become the retarded one that people knew again.

"Wowhaha, Lao Tzu is unparalleled in the world! The strongest at the end of the world! The fiercest! Savior! ”

Well, that's it.

He danced with his hands, the villain's ambition, like a clown, doing exaggerated dance moves, with his torn white shirt, and his terrifying combat power, intertwined into a terrifying pattern of demons dancing like hell.

"So, I said, what about this thing?"

Mussell asked, pointing to what looked like a huge blooming flower.

He was one of the few people who could keep his composure.

Because, I and Rance are not enemies~

It's a teammate!

Mussell was glad that this man was a teammate.

So, he was back to normal faster than anyone else.

Time pause? Oh, oh, so strong, so strong! - So what? Can't you be done if you don't fight him?

It's like you've heard that there is a chili shop that sells chili peppers, and their chili peppers are the best in the world, and they can spicy people to death - so why don't you eat them?

"Oh...... This one...... Sure enough, come and don't be rude? ”

"Although you used the word correctly, I always felt that what you said was indecent means something else."

"Hey, hey~ right?"

"Well."

The two of them were still talking to each other.

Lancet let go of Yu Tatsumi and walked to the side of the explosion, no wonder people called the muzzle and the light produced by the explosion a fire "flower", and stopped looking at it, it was really like a blooming flower, beautiful and moving. It's emotional.

"Anyway, it's better to give it back to the empire."

As he said this, he stretched out his hand wide, as if to embrace the spark.

Strange to say, the spark that had stopped was quickly closed under his embrace!

Whether it was the smoke of the explosion, the blazing eyes of all kinds, the shattered shrapnel, everything was gathered away.

It's as if you've stepped back in time.

Shells - explosions.

Turn.

Explosion - artillery shell.

The solidified murder weapon was in Ranster's hand, and he obediently replied. Randster roamed in the light of the fire that was finally in motion, like an artist examining his own artwork, looking up and down, assembling it.

No one spoke, and no one tried to stop him.

It took Lancet five minutes to get the shell back in shape.

No, it should be said, there are also quite a few innovations of their own.

The spherical smooth exterior became pitted, and Leinster also used the "eye color" produced by the red explosion to draw a picture of himself and Dior - I have to say, the painting is really good, quite artistic.

"Well, then, the restoration is complete - then, give it back to Erebonia!"

He easily grabbed a cannonball the size of a room with one hand, and the scene was particularly eerie.

As if throwing a shot put, he held the cannonball in one hand and aimed in the direction of Erebonia.

Whether it is the prime minister or the prince, no one has the courage to stop him.

Both understood that the Garelian fortress could not casually launch such an internationally disputed weapon. So, either a mutiny, or the invasion of the Imperial Liberation Front there.

There, I'm afraid, it doesn't belong to Erebonia anymore.

Moreover, soon it will not belong.

Lancet threw the shell.

About 1 minute? Or maybe faster.

The voice of a messenger could be heard over the walkie-talkie equipped with Lloyd.

"Things have changed! For unknown reasons, there was a big explosion in the Garelian fortress...... Judging by the scale, I'm afraid the fortress has been razed to the ground! (To be continued.) )