Thin and light body, crystal texture, sharp edges.

One by one, like snowflakes in a winter storm, they flowed quickly and lightly along the established circular track, forming a beautiful but deadly whirlwind, tightly wrapping the white-haired boy in the middle.

The dim light was still on and off, illuminating the strange whirlwind composed of countless glass shards with a little starlight.

"Are you sure you won't come with us?"

Kazama smiled, still at a forty-five degree elevation angle, looking at the only place that shone through, and asked lightly.

"No...... I won't go, and I won't let you go! ”

The young man glared at Kazama Yangyu, sweeping away the decadence at first sight, and his seemingly weak face revealed a stubbornness.

Kazama didn't look at him, and walked up to the girl in safety pants and a short skirt next to him, and the sharp shards around him scattered like a spirit, and then reunited, enveloping the girl as well.

Squatting down, gently untying the ribbon wrapped around her hand, Kazama glanced casually at the girl who was still asleep, her long golden hair curled up naturally, her long eyelashes, trembling slightly—she was indeed a beautiful girl.

"That's how you are...... I'll let your angel down. ”

"I'm ......," the boy opened his mouth to say something, then shook his head and muttered, "I said, it's just a story......

"But I happened to hear it."

Kazama sighed, stood up, and slowly walked up to the boy, staring straight at each other.

Whirling, sharp shards separated the two.

The boy was unexpectedly a little shorter, so Kazama was looking down, with an inexplicable oppression.

"I repeat, come with us. I don't know why you're here, but if you're just looking for power for revenge, there should be a better place, and people like you don't fit to stay here at all. ”

"I ...... You, you leave me alone......"

The boy's voice was filled with frustration and struggle.

"Hurry up!" Kazama snorted softly, suddenly a little impatient, the boy's accomplice didn't know when he would come, and every extra second he stayed here meant an increase in danger.

However, the danger had already come, when Kazama said these two words.

The huge wind pressure approached rapidly from not far away from his side without warning, and for a while, the glass fragments that he was controlling were slightly suffocated.

Sure enough, the objects controlled by the mind still have too high requirements for the stability of the surrounding particles? It seems that continuous control or something, sure enough, you still have to have the assistance of the sword spirit......

Kazama sighed and gave up his intention to play with the Mind Master as a wind dancer, and in a flash of thought, the sharp fragments that had been constantly surrounding him suddenly lost their centrifugal force, deviated from their original tracks, and shot straight in the direction where the wind was pressing.

"Bump! Bite! ”

A violent impact, mixed with the sound of glass breaking, came from his side.

Kazama didn't move, still looking in front of him, where there was another boy who had retreated a little. It's just that this young man has a sturdy physique, eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a pair of eyes staring at the boss like copper bells, and his hands and feet are wrapped around the broken ribbon.

Destroyer?!

No, no, if it were a companion, it would not have waited until now, and it was obvious that the boy would not have said these things to himself in the presence of his companion, otherwise, he would not have had to say that to a stranger...... In this case......

Kazama's eyes narrowed slightly, and pieces of sharp shards that were rapidly swirling around him gathered again.

"Puppet?"

"Yes, his name is Silver Hard." The young man nodded, still with a little hesitation in his eyes, "You, let's give up, I don't want to hurt you." ”

Kazama smiled, not just because of the strange name.

"Thank you, but, although I usually don't care about many things, I haven't been so good-tempered that someone wants to sell me and I'm indifferent, not to mention ......" Kazama Shoha turned his head and looked around at the figures who were still asleep, "When I can be a hero, I still hope to be a hero." ”

The young man's eyes suddenly rose with a little respect, and then became serious for a moment.

"Okay then...... I'll do the best, too. Gently, as if to say to yourself, "Even, for her ......"

The voice fell, and the fist shadow burst out.

The wind suddenly blows a pool of spring water.

It was supposed to be such a nice view.

However, when this wind becomes a fist wind, when this water becomes sweat, it is a little unbeautiful.

The sound of violent collisions, mixed with the sound of glass breaking, was incessant, from east to west, from front to back.

The tall figure was constantly jumping and moving, like a strong man dancing in the wind and snow, surrounded by countless crystalline fragments flying like snowflakes, and from time to time, with bursts of sonic booms, they turned into little star debris and scattered.

Kazama Yangyu looked at this elegant and slightly funny scene, smiling bitterly, his forehead was already dripping with fine sweat, but he still had to work hard to concentrate on controlling the glass shards around him, although his mind master talent was not bad, and he was born with a C rank, but sure enough, because he was blindly groped out without a teacher, and his proficiency was almost zero, he used this kind of lame operation to compare with the puppet technique that others had been immersed in for several years or even more than ten years, it was still far behind, Even if the other party said that he was demoted to the E level because of psychological trauma.

But this is the E-tier puppet? Why does this fist wind, this speed, and this erratic body feel more difficult than the orcs I met last time...... Sure enough, didn't you have a backache when you sat and talked in the body of the creator......

Kazama Yangyu thought like this, and a black shadow flashed coldly, and a huge oppressive force came in front of him in an instant, and the powerful wind pressure even penetrated into his face through the defensive layer composed of glass shards, making the erection muscles on his body can't help but shrink.

The defensive wall around Kazama's body twisted rapidly, and a large number of sharp fragments quickly gathered in the direction of the wind pressure, and the slight tips protruded on the fragment wind wall, and in an instant, it condensed into a medieval spear-like cone, which was small in front and large in the back, and shot towards the rapidly approaching fist shadow.

"Boom!"

"Whoa!"

A huge shock wave scattered in all directions with glass shards that shattered into star chips.

The puppet called "Silver Hard Hard" "kicked and kicked" a few steps back, and finally stabilized his body, and although Kazama Raising Feather didn't have to worry about the problem of back rubbing, the long-term tight control and the continuous interference of wind pressure on the particles around him also made him sweat like rain.

Kazama gasped and glanced down at the fighter he was wearing, although he hadn't taken out the trump card at the bottom of the box, but sure enough, he still hoped that he could defeat his opponent in a cooler way.

It's just that,The profession of mind division,Really,It's not very suitable for close combat.,The impact of particle stability on the difficulty of control directly leads to the limitations of this profession.,No wonder it can't be used directly on lifeforms.,This kind of profession is suitable for sneaking behind and lifting a mountain and then throwing it towards the enemy and me who fight to the death.,Not only can you kill the enemy's thousands of troops in one move.,And you can pit your unpleasant partner by the way.,It's really killing two birds with one stone.。

Wait a minute...... It seems like...... What is the main point of grasping......

Kazama flickered for a moment, and then burst out laughing, so suddenly, so wildly.

The boy in the distance looked at Kazama Hiroki who suddenly turned his head and looked at him strangely, and the puppet that had rushed halfway to it also stopped, standing in a daze, forgetting to attack.

"You ......"

The boy wanted to say something, but he only had time to say a word, and then, his eyes widened, and his pupils contracted rapidly.

"I'm sorry......"

Kazama muttered, sighing softly, looking into the distance, the blood flowers that shot out.

Poignant and flamboyant.

Maybe I have entered a misunderstanding from the beginning, for the mind master, the most powerful thing is not in the imperial object, but in the ubiquitous partner.

It is not necessary to throw weapons from one's hands and cut the blade like other professions, but just need to turn every existence lurking around the enemy into one's most loyal companion, and control it freely.

Like, the sharp shards that now flew out of the crooks of the boy's feet, with crystal drops of blood, with fiery ecstasy, spiraled and flew like a victor.

Before that, it was just an inconspicuous, shard of glass lying at the boy's feet.

"Poof!"

The boy fell to his knees, sat down, and then stared at the blood that was gradually spreading from the crooks of his feet, and the countless cold-glittering fragments suspended around him.

"I'm sorry, but I think that's the quickest way to solve it."

Kazama turned his head and didn't look at the boy, hurting others wasn't what he wanted, but if it had to, then he wouldn't hesitate.

"You'd better not move, and tell your puppet not to move, he's fast, but it's ...... compared to the mind."

Kazama said as he slowly walked over to his original position, walked over to the girl in safety pants, and gently patted her face.

"Hey, wake up, you're about to be taken by the big bad."

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the girl quickly opened her eyes.

"It's good to send the big bad guy flying."

Looking at each other, Kazama's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

Then, all of a sudden, it became even redder.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and its body flew straight upside down, hitting the wall on the side.

"Boom!"

The violent impact sound, accompanied by a piece of internal organs, a kind of bitter and sour liquid that the teenager said overflowed, Kazama Hiroha felt that he was dying, as a normal person was directly blasted away by such a huge force, even if he barely picked up his life, there was only half a breath left......

However, he was still panting, and he quickly got up, glanced around vigilantly, and then saw the smiling girl standing beside the young man not far away.

The shards of the glass have fallen to the ground.

"Squish...... I ......"

"It's okay, I put soft and hard in it to prevent this kind of thing." The girl smiled sweetly, bent down, stretched out her index finger and gently pressed the boy's lips, "It's just that I didn't expect it to be destroyed from the inside." ”

Hehe...... Is this another routine? Is it to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, or to show weakness to the enemy?

However, no matter what, this kind of thing is never anyone's patent.

Kazama looked down and forgot to glance at the Tron Fighter, who was not damaged by hitting the wall, smiled with relief, and slowly stood up against the wall. To his surprise, his body felt much stronger than before since the last time it was in pain from a pile of messes, and there was no substantial internal injury when he was kicked against the wall like this, except for the feeling that his bones were falling apart......

But these are not the current focus, the immediate focus is ......

"This is ......"

Kazama gasped as he watched vigilantly at the girl not far away.

"Karakuri Demon God Jin Soft, you can call me Soft. Thank you for helping you untie the ribbon just now, I was still very moved. The girl still looked harmless to people and animals, "But, but, why would you hurt your master?" ”

Ha? Kazama looked at the girl in front of him and looked at it carefully...... Is the Karakuri Demon God a more powerful existence than the Karakuri Golem......

"Two puppets, one or some demon god...... The so-called E-rank is already at this level......" Kazama laughed self-deprecatingly, "Looks like I'll have to show my true routine!" ”

Without waiting for an answer, and not expecting any answer, Kazama Yangyu suddenly turned straight, swept away the decadence of being seriously injured and dying just now, and burst out with unparalleled momentum and confidence all over his body.

"Armor mode, activate!"

"Click, click, click, boom......"

With a slight sound, it shone with a burst of golden light, as if breaking through the barrier of the dimension, and countless pieces of armor quickly ejected from the creator, moving rapidly in the outer ring of his body, and gradually forming a thick layer of armor.

The corners of Kazama's mouth hooked up a confident smile.

But...... Ahh......h

The light faded in an instant.

The half-assembled armor suddenly moved back and split apart, and then quickly shrank back, and in the blink of an eye, only Kazama was left alone, leaning against the wall, dumbfounded.