Chapter 1088: 1088 of being sealed, part 89 ~ of being recalled ④ ~

"What... ugh"

Kersu collapsed with groans. The layer unconcentrates, and puts one breath in, Phew. I feel like I could have defeated you because it was my best concentration, but if I had made one wrong choice or the battle was prolonged, I would definitely have died. It's not a lie when it comes to fighting strong enemies while rescue is as unlikely and relieving a few layers of servants as well.

But the layers had a little something to catch on to. It's like I'm forgetting something. The memory of a recent feeling that I had committed a failure in a similar situation came to my mind.

"(That... this is...)"

It was at the same time that I wondered what the layers were and reacted to the sword striking from behind. Shortly after he bounced his sword off and didn't fly, he was thrust into the arms of a thick boat like Marutai and slammed against the wall. He had succeeded in taking the reception, but still had such a shock running on his body that his bones were crushed.

Words are foolish to unexpected shock, and I can't breathe. I recall earlier, shortly after I thought I had defeated him in the battle with Digger, he was resurrected. Demon King's vitality is unusual. Smash your head and regenerate. These two are supposed to be, naturally, but I either lost my mind or I fought just like I did when I was a human being. Layer resented me. Still, without earlier experience, it wouldn't have been strange to be dead already.

And the boat and Kersu were resurrected. The scratches I put on earlier are blocking me as soon as possible.

"Absolutely, I thought you were totally fucked."

"Brother, I knew this guy wouldn't be alarmed."

"Right..."

But Kersu wasn't as relieved inside as the boat was. I should certainly have died in the earlier offense. A speed that is not comparable to the layers we used to fight. Kersu now finds out that the last battle still afforded layers.

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Besides, although I could barely follow the layer's movements with my eyes, the reaction was not very great, but I couldn't make it. I haven't fought a mighty enemy since I became this body. Even though I could react, my head didn't catch up.

Plus, a body that does regenerate even though it should have been fatally injured. For Kersu, too, everything was too different from last time.

"(Shit... looks like we've really become monsters. But maybe this is fine. Either way, we're questioners. If that's what you lost to the mercenary regiment, now you're on the hunting side. Maybe that would be a good idea to become a monster and make people fear you. There will be no place for us in the human world anymore.

But what's this feeling like being stuck in your head? I can't think about it. Sure, I must be confident in the contents of my head, but this, what is it? This feeling, even cotton, is laid down. Doesn't the boat bother you - oh, his brain miso doesn't look like straw. Wouldn't that be cute? I have to hold on to it for that matter - but no. Oh, it's not like you're sleepy or holding a woman. This is - yes, the same as the kid's eclampsia. I smashed it all up. Don't think about it later, it's all -) "

Kersu's grid, for example, is not very familiar to the layers. But anyway, the boat could somehow have guessed that something was wrong with Kersu. And not only did he miss the punishment, but he was also perceived to be in increased danger to the enemy. My neck muscles chill but I can't stop earlier.

"Oh... this is not good"

"We're not gonna be alarmed this time! I'll crush you for sure!

A boat with a blocked wound points a flat hand at the layer. There is no reason for layers to eat, such as a massive blow, but the wind pressure caused by a flat-handed blow passing over the layer's head was powerful enough to disfigure the layer.

The unbalanced layer kicks the ground once to get in shape, but the boat has been chasing it with tremendous momentum as it moves. That's a move that far exceeds the expectations of the layers who thought the boat was dull. I didn't mean it in the last fight either, but nothing. The boat isn't dull, in fact, if it's just leg strength, it greatly outweighs Kersu. I just wasn't blessed with the opportunity to show off my legs because of their strength and sturdiness, or their character.

Boats chased to escaping layers. Wind pressure from another flat-handed blow directed at the layer collapsed the layer, forcing the layer to strike back one or eight times.

Continued

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