A left arm ...... like a newborn toddler. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info For this, Ker, who was still busy making up for it back and forth, said that his arm was broken too completely, and at most he could only extract a piece of musculature with bones of this size.

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The punch of the one-eyed ogre after the brute change is simply a miniature version of the battering ram. The massive blue fist destroyed all associated bones in an instant, inflicting a devastating and almost irreversible crushing fracture on Kerr in an instant. And after the huge force filed the boy's left hand away, the huge arm of the Kerr Demon Martial Arts slowly returned to its original appearance because of the sudden loss of the demon spirit supply.

Thankfully, losing an arm isn't as bad as people think.

As a necromantic high law with the eternal proposition of studying the physical body of a lifelong soul, for a busy teenager now, removing a person's arm is as easy as putting on a person's arm. Hands-on is always the best way for necromancers to get close to nature.

For many necromancers, dissecting oneself is simply a need to overcome the psychological barriers that exist in their hearts. However, Kerr, who was apparently baptized, did not have those so-called useless obstacles.

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Scrape the minced meat that can no longer be regenerated little by little with the remaining right hand. In the bones that will be crushed into slag by the great force, pick them all out with Igusi's saber. Look at this twisted arm. It should be said that it is fortunate that such a big difference in force knocked away the left arm of the Demon Martial Queen, otherwise such a huge force would be transmitted to the thin human body, and the fragile heart would become the next pitiful victim without any suspense.

However, although his life was saved, he still should not be taken lightly. Without energy, cells will dry up as quickly as a fish without water, and become a dead piece of meat with no possibility of resuscitation. In order for the left arm to grow back and be as strong as if it had never been broken, it is necessary not only to stimulate the original life cells, but also to prepare a sufficient amount of "food" for those parts that have been transferred to the necrotic part.

...... Invisible whirlpools now surround Ker's huge ram's horns, and waves of earth spirits surging in the form of waves are surging towards this place like a tidal wave. The imbalance of matter brings about a change in air pressure. At the same time, it also brought more violent winds to the sky where everyone was. It looked like people were going to have to endure for a while before the boy's arm was finished.

When a piece of tissue that was truly intact and undamaged was slowly processed, Kerr quickly added some special potions from the "excretory pool" of the man-eating herb to his left arm, and then gently applied the green "mud" to the wound that had been urgently treated like a gentle girl. Now, all you have to do is wrap them together in a strangely shaped scroll.

Just wait patiently, and the cells stimulated by the drug will stick firmly to the fracture like melted amber, as if it had never been broken.

...... , it's just that Kerr is expressionless...... Oh, no...... , smiling at the newborn arms the size of a newborn baby's arm. Driven by emotions that appear for some reason, Kerr has become more and more greedy because of the passage of emotions, and he also does a little experiment that he thinks is very interesting.

As a mage, keen observation and curiosity are always the only path to success. And as a teenager with a magical talent that even an old mage would blush, his growth is as crazy as planning blasphemy for himself, in addition to being hardworking.

Use the clues you have in your hand to study why you have gained great power, or the key to awakening from the direct leap from the military force...... What a tempting subject. Surprisingly, even the voice in the body that has been obstructing himself from doing this and that has not objected. Then the timing couldn't be better.

――A few drops of ogre's blood in the so-called "experimental material...... ，

How is this possible? To be precise, what is happening in front of us is far beyond the capacity of everyone in the vicinity. Just now, even Cleo, who was sitting next to Kerr and thought he was mentally tough enough, wanted to stay away from his young perverted captain a little longer. It seems that since Ker's deliberate attempt to be eaten by magic, the purple-eyed boy has begun to become more and more deadly, and the self-harm index has suddenly risen sharply.

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Throw all the wreckage into the mouth of Hyakki Night Walk, and gently take it out of it when the time is about right. ...... The remaining left arm was dyed blue-black. The pungent sour smell on it kept reminding everyone that it was ogre blood, and it was a whole liter. Before Leto, who had been staring, could react, Kerr jerked the scroll to connect it to his empty left shoulder.

Silent change began at this moment.

This time, in the sky that seemed to be forever dark, Kerr, who was becoming more and more numb, finally revealed happy emotions. - I, a coveter of power......

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"Proteus, we haven't gotten to where you said we are. You're kidding us, you old bastard!"

A big man who had been caught between the refugees and had a small scar on his abdomen suddenly jumped out and blamed the old mage who had been leading the way ahead. And look at the look that everyone else thinks deeply. Obviously, there is more than one person who has this kind of thinking.

"You must be deceiving us! Do you think that if you are older, we will believe you like fools? Lao Tzu is also a person who has experienced the dark!"

A man who has changed his normal way is like an impromptu speaker who frantically instills his own opinions in others. He looked at the old man, who had been unusually silent, and began to grow more and more excited.

"You're leading everybody to a dead end. I don't know if the so-called "new home" really exists, only you know. You're trying to kill all of us!"

The big man became more and more agitated, bypassing Caesar, who had collapsed to the point of having to sit on the ground, and pressed closer and further to the old man, who was half-lying in Rouse's arms, even more emaciated by the disaster.

"There is no such thing as a peaceful land in this world......! Yes...... We need a God who belongs to humanity alone! We need salvation! We need to pray to God! Otherwise, we will die!"

Suddenly, the mad man shouted like a madman, looking down at the frail old mage like a madman, and constantly roaring uncontrollably and madly. The corners of his filthy mouth were foaming at the mouth from the excitement and even splattered onto the rudimentary black robes that Proteus was wearing.

"Yes, you need a god! a powerful god! and you ...... You just have to kneel down like the rest of the aliens. Then, pray to me religiously and you will survive...... , to survive?"

Suddenly, the big man's voice slowly became smaller and weaker, from high to high, after a sentenceless question. Eventually, there was no sign of life anymore.

In this last moment, the big man, who had lost his mind, sadly gave up seeking answers from the old mage that he didn't know existed. It seemed like a sudden madness, and it was like a sudden epiphany. He slowly but surely reached out his hands to the desperate sky above him...... , reaching out to this seemingly boundless black world...... , reaching out to the dark years that enveloped the hearts of all living beings.

Why did everything get so hopeless?

Is that my fault?

Or is it of everything?

Or is it the gods'?

I don't know!

He's crazy......

And then he, ...... died.