Chapter 1962: 1962 14

The policy was decided, but one problem arose.

"Biton, I'm coming. Stay here and watch Mario."

"What are you talking about? I came here to escort you. Not for Mario's nursing. Mario was going to do the same. If it turns out to help Mario and let Theodore die, it's the end of the line."

In the words of Theodore, the bitumen turned away.

"Is that why you entrust the dying Mario to those you don't even know? I can't do that. That's an order. You stay here and keep it."

"No. I'm a bad soldier. I'm trying to disobey orders I didn't think my superiors would get through."

Bitons don't shake their heads vertically inside.

"If you disobey my orders, I'll stay, too. Wait for them to kill me here. Now your mission will be a complete failure."

"Ok......"

Theodore sat up and said so, so Biton accepted with great sigh.

"What about this grave, by the way?

"The graves of the children I have killed, built by Friedman..."

When Hot Jiro asked, Kiko answered with a tendency to lay low.

(I know these guys didn't mean to kill either, they just took on a disgusting role. What if I were in that position? Did you do the same thing? Or run away? If you turn down the role, we're just talking about someone else getting their hands dirty)

Hot Jiro thinks in the position of Tsukiko and Tsukiji.

"Mario, I survive. I'm sure I'll help you."

Before leaving the grave, Theodore saw Mario and spoke his vows with a resolute face.

The two men who left the tomb were dressed like Jiro Hot walked forward and Theodore followed them.

After a short walk, the beasts quickly surround the two of them and attack them.

Crowds of commodore lizards crawl on the ground, and from the sky dozens of eagles cleverly slip through between the trees, gliding away.

He was Hot Jiro, who wanted to clean up the wolf lizard simultaneously with his tentacles, but he didn't either. A diving eagle is the crook. Theodore's body, about three years old, seemed easily lifted to the sky by this eagle that was huge and had the most grip on the planet.

It is doubtful whether the eagle can actually hold up theodore. Hot Jiro just assumed that on his own. The eagle is stapled with catfish, which is at most about 70 cm in size, but Theodore is nearly a metre tall. Even considering your weight, I doubt you can lift it to the sky and take it.

But that's the only threat the Great Hooknail is making, and it's obviously targeting the smaller Theodore of the body. To that end, Hot Jiro had to defend Theodore by mobilizing all his tentacles against his eagle counterpart.

Later on I looked it up and found out, but even if they didn't lift it up and take me away, Hot Jiro thinks I was right to thoroughly protect Theodore. There is also a theory, he said, that the power of shock caused by hook claws from the eagle skies is comparable to, or outweighs, an assault rifle.

Because the staple foods of the eagle are creatures in the woods, such as catfish, it was very troublesome to defeat them flying at high speeds among the trees. When they approached Theodore, they were aiming, but when they used their tentacles to repel one, they were alert. It seems to be the product of an image, but also intelligent.

And while we're being chased to deal with the eagle, the herd of commodore lizards also approaches. This one is less threatening than the eagle, but still can't be ignored. Between the fangs of a commodore lizard is a poisonous gland that pours in a poison called haemotoxin. Hemotoxin is a slow-acting poison that causes the destruction of red blood cells and, at the same time, inhibits the clotting of blood, slowly causing the target to bleed to death.

Theodore could barely do anything and was just dressed to get Hot Jiro to protect him. Using his full abilities, Hot Jiro defeated the beast raid almost alone.

Rest just a little and then the two walk out again.

There were no raids after that. Hot Jiro decides that the beast of that image does not seem to be able to continue to serve indefinitely. I'm sure there are conditions.

"Now... if it's an easy opponent to give, I'll fight. So..."

"Never mind."

Earlier, I apologized for letting Hot Jiro fight all the time, and it was Theodore who I couldn't seem to say, but Hot Jiro smiled and stroked Theodore's head and said.

Then I keep walking silently again.

"Aren't you going to the back of the mountain?

Second, Theodore speaks up about his concerns.

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I'm getting worried about Jiro Fever. The same anxiety was in him. Seeing the sun and the time, I'm going to be moving on to the east side where I'm supposed to be able to get out of the mountain, but I wasn't sure if I could really say that was the right answer. Anyway, walk through it, but there's no sign of getting out of the mountain at all.

(What tests the power. Ridiculous. And...... how long should I walk? How far does the forest go? Hurry up... it's time... get out...)

Hot Jiro prays with genuine thoughts.

(The missed condition is to go out of the junction, but isn't there a boundary between the junction and the junction even in the woods? Isn't it time you slipped out? No...... sweet. It's hard not to know.)

Theodore, on the other hand, dismissed his thoughts even as he obeyed the hopeful observations.

(Junko... I wonder if you could come help me... Hey, did they shut down the GPS, too? Considering that you will not encounter Junko at all times, that is likely)

While removing the virtual phone and making sure the radio waves don't go through, Hot Jiro thinks.

The two keep walking. The two keep walking further. Keep walking forever. Two fatigues accumulate and nerves tingle.

"How far should I walk...... I mean, what are you walking for? We're just being fooled by them..."

Even to Theodore's such whining, Hot Jiro remembers to be frustrated.

"Don't be stupid one way or the other. Make sure you break through. Walk."

"Sounds great..."

Hot Jiro intended to be cautious, but Theodore has looked at himself with rebellion. That makes Hot Jiro even more cute.

"Then be foolish here by yourself. Eat and kill by the beast."

After throwing up, Hot Jiro regretted it. I left it to anger to say too much.

"You've sworn to Mario many times, haven't you? Maybe it hasn't been three hours since then, and you don't feel sorry for me anymore?

Hot Jiro with a conscious and soft voice. But say what you have to say.

"I'm sorry...... No more crying."

"No, I'm sorry I overstated this one"

To Theodore, who apologizes in tears, Hot Jiro became increasingly ill-decided.

"If I die like this, I regret it. It's a distorted life. They even told me what to say, that I should reset it, and it stays denied. And test your powers? Are you kidding me? What are you doing? But I have people who accept me for affirming me... For whatever reason, you can't accept my denial of life. Even you are."

Hot Jiro keeps talking to cheer up Theodore and to get rid of the awkward air.

"I was made as an experimental animal. And I've actually lived with that kind of treatment. Still, I've lived and survived so desperately. I didn't want to let go of my life. I wanted to find value in my life."

Reminds me of a past where I was raised after all sorts of harsh tricks, given to me by a caregiver's mad scientist who can also be called the parent of my upbringing, who was treated like a pony and denied.

And now they've traumatized me by telling me it's a distorted life. I'll give it to you, I'm actually trying to take that life. Feng Jiro remembered his sincere anger at how he was killed.

"You've lived a much harder life than I have. Well... I'm only three years old. I don't remember getting hurt..."

"Mm-hmm. If you enter the World Unfortunate Pride Championships, you'll be sure to be in the top eight or so."

Saying to the sympathetic Theodore, Hot Jiro smiled.

"Unfortunate athletes still seem to have an unknown power."

Saying, Jiro Hot looked up to the sky. The sky is dyeing red.

"Much of the sun is falling...... It's their time of night. Most carnivores are nocturnal."

"I'd like to come out before the day, if I may."

Theodore takes the word of Hot Jiro and becomes a sloppy face.

"This is not a creature adapting to the night."

Whether it's an image or a real thing, the carnivore will be able to move through the woods at night with no problems, Hot Jiro thinks.

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