When people feel danger, they will have a sense of self-avoidance, but this kind of action is limited to people with high reflexes, and most people will choose to be stunned on the spot and not know what to do.

So, before the rain Mimi pounces, Natsume will reach out his hands to block the person who has been indiscriminating in the battle.

It was only after touching something very soft with his hands that Natsume confirmed that people's sense of self-avoidance may not be due to a foreknowledge of danger, but a foreknowledge of the feeling of being comfortable.

Something that could not be held with one hand shook in the palm of his hand, and Natsume tried to push the person away from him while enjoying it.

Now that the attack on Flat Yellow Springs was over, he was reeling in the pain of losing his fingers.

The hero's actions must be accompanied by sacrifice, so is he also ready to respond?

No matter which one it is, this person in this shijie will go down the wrong path.

His left hand was placed on Mimi's shoulder, and his right hand grabbed her chest and pushed her up.

"You did it on purpose."

"It's too strict, Miss Rainflow, even if you have silicone, you don't have to be so careful."

"Fart!"

The elbow attack was unexpectedly strong at this moment, and Mimine Yuryu got up from the ground, a little tired and tired because her body couldn't adapt to the current movement, and her reaction nerves would become sluggish.

Holding the only knife tightly with her sweaty hand, Miyin Yuryu scanned the audience with her only right eye.

Everything that catches your eye is flying flesh and red liquid, like the waves that crash on the shore, and the blood-colored waves are churning in this space.

The slashed man wriggled on the ground like an inchworm, his wounds pouring out life-threatening blood, and the foam of blood from his mouth was like a foam-making machine.

The cries for help from the hoarse throat were drowned out by other sounds, and God may have put on earplugs and started praying for this group of mournful humans.

The robes of the Grim Reaper fluttered in the air. Yuno, my wife, who carried out the execution in its place, was like a dancer throwing an axe in her hand.

The blade slices through the skin and muscles of its enemies, its tip pierces the eyeballs and cheeks of others, and red paint fills the floor with invisible brushes.

I'm used to it, but I'm used to it.

Whether it's death, blood, wounds, or cries of despair, this shijie is inherently unreasonable, even if it's the god above her head, so she will win. After victory, become a god and obliterate the gods.

Aim your weapon at the flat yellow spring, and the rain flow Mimi sound warns.

"Get out of here, if you don't want to die."

"Fingers are cut off! You ugly woman! Evil! As a righteous person, I will not bow my head like evil! ”

In that case, Miyin Yuryu threw the weapon to Natsume.

"I'll leave the rest to you. Stinky imps. ”

"Hey!"

Catching Mimi's fallen body with her hand, Natsume led her against a nearby wall.

Will you let me go after provoking the enemy? In any case, such an approach is too nonsense.

Natsume hates fighting. His knowledge comes from himself in the game. The speed of action also comes from the potential of this body, and if he continues, he doesn't know how long he can hold on.

I'm in the place of 'Akise or' the person.,So you can't die until you reach the end of this game.,Because if that happens, your mission will be over.,You'll fail.。

Here it is. Natsume hasn't asked about the fate of the failed mission.

Do you refresh this shijie or let yourself die and summon the next traverser? I don't know, and I don't want to know about it now.

All in all, let's fight.

Let's fight.

Try to recall the feeling when your shijie raised the pistol to kill someone, and get rid of the feeling of vomiting like being beaten. Imagine your enemies being killed by yourself, your enemy's internal organs and blood raining down.

Everyone here is 'unlucky', and the proof of one thing is the diary in your hand, which is constantly refreshed, constantly replaced, and writes down the misfortunes of everyone around you.

"Heroic mystery!"

Somewhat similar to singing opera, the flat yellow fountain seeking a dramatic story glides from below to attack.

His feet are equipped with hard plastic that is difficult to cut even with a blade, so it can be used as a shield and as an impact object.

It was too fast for Natsume to react, and he held his phone in his hand and jumped to the side.

Natsume's behavior was predicted by Flat Yellow Spring.

That's what he wanted, unlike Natsume, who couldn't stabilize his body quickly because of his sideways movements, and the sliding and friction of the flat Huangquan on the ground provided him with the brakes.

This also shows that he can change his attack methods at will.

"The Upanishads."

Even if he pretends to be a hero, this Mr. Flat has such a lack of imagination.

Natsume's body is still in a state of instability, and the mysterious two forms of the flat yellow spring are coming.

In fact, it's just an ordinary melee attack, but Liliang is terrifyingly big.

Flat Huangquan's right hand clenched into a fist, protruding his middle finger, and struck Natsume's abdomen as it swirled.

Although Natsume can't dodge it in time, he can change his attack trajectory.

Move the blade to the track of his fist on the way, so that he will stop the attack so that he doesn't get scratched by the blade.

However, that was just Natsume's wishful thinking.

"It is impossible for a hero to be afraid of this pain!"

Flat Huangquan didn't stop attacking, the skin behind his right arm was cut by Natsume's blade, and the splattered flesh couldn't wait to jump out of the wound.

Several drops of blood splattered on Natsume's face, and his fist struck Natsume's heart at the same time.

Uh-oh!

The air in the lungs was forced out, and the squeezed trachea seemed to be scorched by fire, and the rust-smelling liquid squirted out of the mouth through the throat.

With his body curled up on the ground, Natsume's afterglow spotted the next attack of the Flat Yellow Spring.

Having difficulty breathing, Natsume didn't stop moving when his brain was starved of oxygen, and hit the other party's stomach with his shoulder after a low waist.

"Still trying to struggle?! You wicked man! ”

"Free time to play such a hero game! Why don't you really do something good? Bastard! ”

There's nothing wrong with wanting to be a hero, but the dream that Tablet Huangquan is chasing is too ideal.

Yes, it's the same as my past self.

Think you can be considered a hero if you save someone? No, not necessarily, it is possible to be considered a murderer, a criminal.

Such a desire for the happiness of a hero is nothing but misfortune based on reality.

[On May 20, at 21:05:39, the right hand of the sleeve was bitten, his jaw was hit, and his teeth were cracked and he fell to the ground and suffered a heavy blow. 】

That's the misfortune of wanting to be a hero.

Natsume opened his mouth and bit down with the teeth of the weapon closest to him.

Biting the right hand of the flat Huangquan who wanted to resist Natsume's attack, the force increased, and the liliang who tore the skin and flesh * body was all given to the fragile external tissue.

Natsume raised his right fist and struck him in the jaw as he was momentarily sluggish from the pain.

I couldn't see the expression of the flat yellow spring under the sleeve, but a few teeth must have been knocked out by now.

As Natsume tried to catch his breath to knock him out, the pain in his lower back awakened his consciousness.

"This, this, can't blame me, everything is my fault from time to time, it's this shijie! This shijie! ”

Tsubaki Kasuga, who stabbed the dagger into Natsume's back, left tears in her eyes, and Natsume's phone refreshed again.

[May 20, 21:05:59, Natsume, END.] (To be continued......)