Chapter 1338: 1338 City of Pleasure, Part 173 - Retaliation

"Mmm, you're not gonna end up here? Less untrained if at that level of trait, but nevertheless bizarre - no, it's also a struggle to stop the anarchy that just became a mad warrior. If you stick around a little bit more, you can't."
I can't help but say that Bandras can't. Both arms of the layer pulled up after grabbing his head had been destroyed at a glance. The right arm was bent in an unexpected direction, and the broken bone jumped out of the elbow in the left arm. The left leg was about to be chopped a thousand times, and the only thing safe was the right leg, but it was obvious that the thick iron stick was already pierced and useless. If you look, your stomach is torn and you have enough lacerations to see your guts. I still barely breathe, but it was fatal from the extent of the bleeding, and I knew I would die if I didn't treat it now with any healing magic. Given that Shempez is piercing right next to you, you mean you presented yourself and prevented your sword from breaking? As a swordsman, I'm exemplary, but instead, I'm not talking about myself being fatally injured.
Bandras felt his enthusiasm cool at once. Sure, you've never seen the properties of a layer, but if you seem to lose to anarchy and die, the intrusion is until then. Characteristics only glow when you live. It's just rare, it's not worth collecting. However, and as a least apology for putting in the extra lay, Banderas tried to see Layer's death.
And the irrational Anaseth began to slap the layer to the ground like a doll, holding the layer's head. It was then that it was thought it was only a matter of time before the limbs broke a thousand times. And the wrist of Anarches bent in an unawares direction, and the layers were thrown out of the soaked hands.
Layers were thinking in fading consciousness. The first thing to do is protect Shempez. If he is a swordsman, he told the line that he who cannot take care of his own sword should not have it. If you defend your life with a sword, tell him to defend the life of his sword in the same way. It was an analogy to the battlefield teaching never to treat swords coarsely, but it is the devil's sword that lay in the hands of the will. Layers were gradually losing sight of Shempez as if he were a person.
It was intentional not to use Schempez to receive it, and it was conscious to throw the sword so that it would not be broken. But after I threw my sword away, I didn't even think about how to fight it. I don't think I can scratch that steel-like body without Shempez. Layer tried to pick up his sword and realized that his limbs were not moving as if.

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On the contrary, I don't have a single area to ask, and I don't know when I suffered a belly wound, but I knew it was fatal. Even if sutured immediately, it is so wounded that it is not helpful. My head was calmer than I thought, even though it was obvious that I would die if I couldn't move. Think of it, the layers have never been so obsessed with their raw. What floated around at a time like this was Alphilis' face and then Elsia and Gail's. Elsia and Gail are starting to be independent, and I'm looking forward to it, but I didn't want to see it that far. But Alphilis was different. I think I have to cut myself open to the end of her walk with that sword. And I'm pretty sure that's what we should do. There must be other enemies to defeat. For that matter, you can't be standing in such a cluttered fish here.
Then what should we do? If you can't win with your arms, you just have to surpass them right now. If you can't move your arm, you can cure it now. What, the moment Layer thought it might be an easy thing, his consciousness fell into a deep ocean-like place. A shallow, clear white sea. I couldn't see the bottom, but somehow I could stand. Ahead of looking ahead, Alphilis is walking alone. There were fellow Jaegers around, but they stopped walking along the way. From around the Alphilis there was no one, no one and no more, and she finally walked out on her own. Beyond that, endlessly large waves loom. Layer waved the sword that was beside him obsessively and tore the waves apart. It's like cutting a giant wave or something, but when Alphilis looked back at himself as he cut the wave, he clearly felt the light shining in the layer.
In front of the awakened layer was the face of an ugly man who drowned of covetousness. The emotions that came to mind on the layer when I saw the man's face were just disgust and feelings similar to pity. How pitiful that I could only use my powers for this - when such emotions boiled, my hand stretched out following my emotions was twisting and breaking Anaseth's right hand.
The thrown out layer was slammed against the ceiling, but with the force of his fingers he strained to the ceiling and asked around. The first thing that caught my eye was Shempez. Layer jumped to Shempez and set up his sword. A rare and hasty voice spoke to Shempez.
Continued

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