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First, ten nights danced out into the space normally. The shooting of the blackclothes concentrates, but without a single hit, Eric tries to stick around at once.

Eric's movements had stopped. He dives into the back of the container, puts his strength into his abdomen, and attempts to drain the bullet out of his body with his abs.

I didn't know why Eric stopped moving at ten nights, but I decided to change my spear from Eric and fight the Black Clothes.

Then Massago jumps and hits the older black clothes nearby.

Leaping across the throat of the black clothes, Massago's arms are waved, but the older black clothes deflected his torso and sent off the attack of the Massago, simultaneously sticking one leg wide out and kicking up the Massago further in the air.

After an unexpected counterattack, Misago was confused for a moment. Then we'll be completely defenseless in the air.

Older black clothes switched positions pull his right arm and his fist rests on his waist, waiting for a falling Massago.

A positive fist thrust rolls out across the torso of the Massago. There was no way that a Massago just falling would turn this on, but he blew it up spitting blood reflexes and was struck into one of the containers.

Shake had that look in his sight, but he can't even afford to be covering for the Massago. Through the door that normally connects the subspace to the space, he desperately fires a gun as he embarks, and immediately dives into the subspace and rains a bullet in the counterattack, but he definitely ends the other black clothes one by one.

Meanwhile, shaking was also getting bullets in the meantime. It didn't lead to fatal injuries, but I got two shots in the leg, not very much, but I can't seem to get out of subspace and fight while running.

As far as the physical abilities of older black clothes are concerned, Misago decides whether they are definitely vampires or not. I don't think power or speed is human. But more troublesome than that is that his martial arts themselves are extraordinary skill, the Massago decided.

Massago wakes himself up. I don't care what you think, you're not a one-handed opponent. Yeah, you're taking damage to keep standing up, and you're blunting your movements. I don't feel like I can keep fighting and winning, but at least I try to attract this opponent and just buy time.

When the older black clothes were unmade footprints and packed the distance from the Massago...

"Whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa! Whoa! Poison waves erode the oils!

Along with a strange summons, Alisui, who flew out of subspace, jumped at the older black clothes.

While wary of the Massago, older black clothes give Alisui a back fist at the counter. Alisui blew up unharmed, but as if to be replaced with that Alisui, Tsutsuji slipped into the foot of the older black clothes and kicked into one leg of the older black clothes, greatly disfiguring.

If you don't miss that gap, Misago fills the gap, but the older black clothes quickly regain their posture and release a kick to the twat.

Tsutsuji handles this skillfully.

Misago dashed hard and kicked into the axial leg of the older black clothes, which fell.

"Will this make me a warico, too?

A twat put his hand on the throat of the fallen elderly black clothes and said, staring at the elderly black clothes. The older black clothes smiled bitterly and raised their hands lightly, indicating a surrender pose.

"No, no, no, no. It's a no-can. It won't. Because I didn't see anything, Oyla."

When Arisui, who is up, says with a laugh, she strikes with another black garment.

"Whoa whoa!? I wonder what!? Ouilla is now dominated by poison waves from space, and she doesn't even know what she's doing. Yikes! So this is not going to be against the code! It shouldn't be! That's what Tsutsuji interprets and misses it! Everything's a bad poison wave!

Alisui strikes at the feet of the black clothes as she summons them, causing them to fall. There comes a shaking bullet pouring down, some taking their lives, some falling into infightlessness.

"Mya."

Eric, who ejected the bullet, jumps out of the shadow of the container. The black clothes were already rolling openly, including vampires.

(Regardless of the power, I'll never get to that speed of his. I won't. No, I can see that clearly. If I did it properly, I wouldn't be the right person.)

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Confronting Eric, I think ten nights.

(Then... we'll have to get attacked by them. It's the other way around)

Ten nights ready to raise your left arm and prepare for an attack from head to neck. The fist on the right, on the other hand, stands on the waist with good old black clothes from earlier.

An instant approaching, Eric rolls his cat punch out into a hanging. Ten nights is completely unresponsive to that speed.

The guarded left arm suit is torn and the meat is torn. Even more so from chest to abdomen, the feeling of the suit and flesh being torn apart.

Only for what I received with my left arm guard, the cat punch track changed slightly but the attack became shallow. Otherwise, he would have been torn to the gut and fatally wounded. No, it's serious enough at the moment. I just managed not to die because of Junko's suit.

Shortly after Eric's cat punch was wielded, a ten-night fist, released ready to cut meat and break bones, hit Eric's abdomen clean.

(I hit it. Completely decided)

It was affordable enough. Ten nights convinces Eric that he made a deadly blow.

(Awesome critical though. If I was just a little behind, if the timing wasn't right, if I wasn't ready, I wouldn't have decided)

If it weren't for the premise of eating the opponent's attack from the start, it wouldn't have been very, but it wouldn't have hit. No, it was a miracle that even hit me, it seemed like ten nights. I also don't think Eric would have expected it, such as what he was after. Had they understood that, they would have made wary moves over there as well.

Ten nights collapse to the front. A lot of blood fell to the floor.

Almost at the same time, Eric fell on his back. His guts burst and a good amount of blood is spit out of his mouth.

Eric, who in large letters looks up at the ceiling and understands his death. Various memories run through my head all at once as a running light. In that memory, there was almost all the same figure. Many of them were pleasant memories.

"Jeffrey......"

Change your fate and mouth the name of the man who has had a good time with you.

"Ah, Meh."

I think it's gone, and Eric laughs and corrects while spitting blood. For the first time in ten years, I accidentally spoke human language.

"Ten nights. Oh, my God!

"I'll take Mr. Ten Nights, so Alisui will take the captive."

It's blood. I look at the ten nights when I nod around and stop moving in the whole place, and I give instructions to Alisui, who changes her complexion, with a tough voice.

Massago tries to strain his heavy body and returns to the subspace tunnel.

Towards the returning Massago, a shake that was first-aid for his shot foot protrudes his fist, sweating but unable to laugh.

Misago also spills a smile, sticks out his little fist, hits it gently with his shaking fist.

"Let's get back to Rin's room as soon as possible. We need to get the wounded healed. This amount of bleeding, especially from Mr. Ten Nights, is dangerous."

A twat, dragging back ten unconscious nights, complains in a voice full of urgency.

"They're all pretty damaged, and hey. I need you to apply miso quickly."

Shaking dragged one leg, but snapped ten nights and walked out into the subspace.

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