Chapter 1064: 1064 30

Ahead of Radcliffe was a vast hall, filled with souls, evil and temper gathered from all over Tokyo.

A group of grudging evil spirits swirl into a hall much wider than a gymnasium with high ceilings and poor area. Looking up at them even more stretched within the junction, within the other junction, Radcliffe takes his breath.

It was to be transferred to subspace at some point of savings, but it didn't even make it, Abdiel died and so did most of his men. The TATARI project can be said to have failed as early as possible.

"But... at least let these go one last time and bring a huge amount of TATARI to this country..."

"Heh, that's not what your Lord wants. He realized a lot at the end."

From behind Radcliffe, there is a voice.

Looking back, there were a total of four of Junko Yukioka and his companions.

"I saw that man's heart before he died. Oh, you don't have to believe me ~"

I said it seemed irrelevant as Midori stretched lightly.

"What do you think you've learned?

Radcliffe asks face-to-face.

"My mistake. That I was deluding myself. I thought Hayashi had done something wrong to him, and I admitted your ancestor's words, Shizuno Rei."

Midori answered with a true face. Radcliffe didn't feel like cutting it off and throwing it away as paranoid. Because the girl's eyes saw the light of certainty.

"In my words, you must have noticed. Abdiel was someone else, whether he was fighting Junko or me. I don't think it was originally of that nature, like standing over people and presiding over order. Didn't you see his face when he was fighting? You must have been alive, right?

"Ugh..."

Tired up, Radcliffe moans stuck in words.

"I can't believe you revamped it just before you died, in a way. Most little villains die foolishly without having to revamp. I'm fortunate I didn't have to die being stupid. But if the rest of you do anything extra, it'll be in the form of mud on Abdiel's death. Don't you see that?"

"Well, who's the little villain?"

"True brother, let's pick a few words..."

Radcliffe, angry at the true word, and Midori, shy and cautious.

"Right...... ok"

I kneel down disappointed and Radcliffe nods.

"What are we going to do with this spirit?

Truth asks consciously about tiredness and Midori. Since it is a spirit with strong materialization, they were also clearly visible to the true eye.

"I don't like all of this because it's troublesome to purify and stuff. This man said he would liberate, but the effects of the festivities taking place throughout Shinjuku are diminishing his evil and resentment, and now, if he liberates and unleashes them, many of them are likely to become Buddhists on their own. Though I know some spirits will remain undeniably Buddhist. Either way, it will be difficult in this situation to use it to bring disaster."

"At last, the festival power is amazing."

Junko briefly sums up the exhausting descriptions.

"I see - I thought it would suck if I let you go, but if your ancestors were right, I'd rather be at the festival. Now would be the time to let them go."

Midori says and sees Radcliffe.

"Ok...... But wouldn't that make sense that you guys shouldn't have followed me and let me go on my own?

"Oh, sure you do."

"I didn't know until your ancestors told me."

Radcliffe points me out, Junko and Midori smile and look at each other.

"Then... liberate me"

Radcliffe reflects the display and manipulates the display with his fingers. Then the junction that was stretched out in the hall was broken, and the spirits burst out in all directions at once.

(Are you sure you're okay?

I truly feel anxious to see the spirit released with great momentum, sliding through walls and ceilings and going outside.

(I'll be fine. They don't even seem to have the power to possess us.

Midori speaks in her true head. If you ask me, it's like trying to avoid the raw people here, sliding through the sides of the true ones and flying out.

"Solved with persuasion, without the lass boss and his last fight or anything! That's good again, too!

Midori nods contentedly, anticipating that all the spirits are gone.

"This man is my enemy for once, and I wonder if I can capture him, take him to the lab, and experiment with him."

"Yeah eh!?

To the words of Junko, Radcliffe makes his face snap and raises his voice.

"The person didn't do anything to Junko... It's just an enemy camp."

"Oh well. Then I guess I'll miss it."

When tired, Junko joked and made him laugh, and Radcliffe stroked his chest down.

As for the rules of Junko, he was only in the enemy's camp, fulfilling enough conditions to secure him as an experimental bench, but he was a missed outfit, spared Radcliffe's last cleanliness and loyalty to Abdiel.

"Ten Nights and Massago Back Down"

I command you in a tone of silence. There are times when two people are injured, but there are times when enemies are almost remotely attacked only and are not in close proximity to each other. Of course, it would be possible to look at the gap and approach it and hit it, but it was decided that it would not force it.

"Then I'll back off too."

"You must always be in that position."

To the joke, the smile spills.

"Nice...... I trust you enough to be kidding me all the way to the middle of the fight"

Haoji says with a gloomy face.

You are reading story Play with Mad Scientists! at novel35.com

"When your buddy dies, what's your reaction? Let me see... please."

Haoji set me up while I was talking.

Simply gently and quickly pull your arm toward the rear so you can hit your elbow. It also minimises killing, and keeps it to the brink.

Though he reacted and flexed in an unusual place, the sensation of an invisible shock faded through the calf.

Aim immediately after the evasion of the elbow, squeeze the fist of your elbow barebacked hand, shake it back once, and shake it up as if it were even a short upper.

Compact and sharp two straight hits. Both of them, I take it from me. Both of them were aimed at the legs. Eat the left knee and the pain and shock of thrusting up against the back of your right thigh, your body regurgitates and disfigures.

At that time when the swing showed a gap, the shake shoots the gun with the nuance of the follow. A bullet penetrates Haoji's left chest.

(Kill the foot first -? this guy in a short time, like he's grown a lot)

While re-establishing his position, Haoji recognises that Haoji is different from before.

(Besides, there's hardly any blood from eating a gun, and it looks like it's a lot different than a splinter)

Though slightly flinched, it was good luck that it didn't seem to cause much damage.

But although he makes a sharp attack, Haoji doesn't feel hegemony. The eyes in the red and black skin are more and more cloudy.

This lack of hegemony may also be connected to curbing killing, but from the standpoint of it, I don't care. I will give you a full face of good luck. From her virtue of supposing that the battle is something to enjoy, Haoji, who is challenging the battle in a backward mood, is also tantamount to desecrating the battle.

"I don't like sports, even if I compete with someone who's obviously unmotivated. Killing each other is the same thing, right? Why aren't you desperate? Why don't you have fun?"

He stares at the good fortune and says away in a low voice.

"Killing each other is a sport."

Shut the fuck up.

"Yes."

To a tear shake, a doth wise word. Shake replies face-to-face.

"Killing each other positively, that kind of nerve, I understand."

"Then why don't you shut up and get killed? What are you fighting for?

"I just want to break it all anyway. The guy I see, I just want to kill him. Like cleaning a room."

Hao Ji's low tension remains unchanged even if he explodes.

Set it up from Haoji. Use your strength to step on it.

"Ah!

The attack was aimed at shaking, not swinging. He was struck like he had been hammered in the right shoulder, and glanced loudly at the right.

(That idiot, get confused...)

My tongue pounds and I wield a black sickle.

Liquefied, and even through the subspace tunnel, as the blade of the black sickle appeared right behind Hao Ji, he pierced his shoulder and cut Hao Ji's body into a hanging.

I had a definite response. But Hao Ji's clothes were mutilated, but very little bleeding. Despite a clear cut from shoulder to chest, the blood dripped a little. In the meantime, Hokichi's face was slightly flaunted.

"How do you think I'm making a splinter?

In anticipation of their wonder, Haoji deliberately explained.

"Human or animal. Mix some of your own meat into the meat of others and make it differently with it. Grow. Even other people's schizophrenics can be made. Others can only degrade. So, I can do the same thing to my body. You call this playback, too? Even if I get scratched, I use my own meat to rebuild myself right away, so I can heal right away, and there's nothing wrong with that."

Saying, Haoji points to his own head.

"Head if you want. Or bring a bomb and dust it with a single blow."

"By purposefully teaching that, you mean you want to die?

"I don't want to die. But I want to disappear..."

In response to the question, Haoji replied with a wiggling voice, tearful eyes.

(True... you're a crazy guy... As you wish, I'll just kill you)

When he tried to wield a sickle after targeting Haoji's head...

"Go away on your own. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Alone. Ahhhhhhh!

An unusual voice echoed the lobby.

"You! You're ahhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, my God, my God, my God, you don't deserve it. Okay, no, no, no, no, no! Poor, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak! I hope you're not obsessed with your life.

The rallying voice of the madman himself was emanating from Hao Ji. But - it's not a good luck voice.

"Wow!?

When Haoji shouted with a pitiful sounding voice, something momentum popped out of Haoji's mouth.

The length of Haoji's arms returns to people's, as does the color of his skin, from red and black to normal skin tone.

Peel off your white eyes and good luck falls.

On the fallen good fortune was a soul with a gruesome and creepy figure. The form is what people do, but the same number of faces in the body have the same expression, overlapping, intertwining, melting, and sticking together. Full body, translucent.

"The Spirit of Power..."

Mumbled. Everyone on the spot perceives that this, which was possessed by Haoji, is the source of Haoji's power.

"Stronger next! Success! Vigorous! Vigorous! I choose those who are obsessed with their lives. No, no, no, no, no! Look forward to it. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

The Spirit of Power flew out of the building at high speed. After depression, all that remains is the fallen good fortune.

"I don't know how it ends."

Looking down at Haoji, who had lost his power, he lost his temper of war, erased the black sickle and took a great sigh of sigh.

You can find story with these keywords: Play with Mad Scientists!, Read Play with Mad Scientists!, Play with Mad Scientists! novel, Play with Mad Scientists! book, Play with Mad Scientists! story, Play with Mad Scientists! full, Play with Mad Scientists! Latest Chapter