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I kicked the ground just like Serdra while discarding the eye patch that I would never need again.

In order not to involve the sleeping Snow-san, I first took a large step away and retreated back.

The fight had begun.

For the two of us, it was also the resumption of the battle that was interrupted in 'Blood Land'.

At that time, we were intercepted by Kounel of the ”Bloodsucking Species”, but here we would never have her help.

In order to settle the matter, she retreated and manipulated the special ”Black Thread” like a limb while retreating.

I don't just pull it, I let it slacken, make it dance, complicate its entanglement, and then pull it in the opposite direction to where I am.

If you close the distance between us, the arms of Seldora, the tangled arms of The Black Thread, will be cut off - the arms of Seldora will be cut off.

I don't see the problem with this. The soul may be whittled away, but it won't reach the point of severance.

But Serdra ignored the flesh of both arms as they were scraped off.

The flesh sneakily flew off, bleeding profusely as if a blood balloon had burst, exposing the white bones of both arms. It was as if the large bony flesh had been scraped clean with a knife.

However, in the next moment, the scattered fresh blood turned into a red mist that clung to the white bones.

Furthermore, in the next moment, as if he had cast a powerful recovery spell for a long time, he had returned to his original muscular arm.

Instant recovery.

It was a phenomenon that should be called that.

It wouldn't just be because it was a 'reason-stealing thing' that possessed the 'technique' of 'immortality'.

Obviously, the blood that was scattered was unusual and was caged with a density that could be called 'dragon blood'.

The density was abnormal, and one could tell at a glance that it was blood that had condensed into a layer of condensation.

From the fight with Snow-san earlier, I know that everything about Serdra is more than meets the eye.

With that one body, it could essentially cover all of the Allies.

With a drop of its blood, it would be able to provide all the flesh and blood of an ordinary person.

As for its soul, it has accumulated countless karma and is on the verge of being transformed into another realm.

Hence, as much as his arm would be blown off, it wouldn't cause Seldora to be upset.

She doesn't care about the damage, and rushes straight at me while laughing.

''Kufu, hahahahaha!

'Awesome!　But, Seldraa!

Then just increase the number of them.

Four as many as the number of wings on a bee - not just four, but more than ten through mutation and cutting, the ”black thread” shot out of the sleeves of both clothes as if they were arrows.

In this rather large space, there are few places where the threads can be successfully trapped.

But if it's me, who has been transformed into a 'demon', there's no problem.

It's because I'm a winged man that I can fly and manipulate everything in the air with dexterity.

--You can't get away from the fact that you're not going to be able to get a good deal more than you want.

If he rushed straight towards the net-like 'black thread' like this, Serdra would be cut to a fine powder, including his head.

That seems to be a bad idea, and while taking an evasive action, Seldora dropped back - aiming at the place, and letting the 'black thread' that was unraveled in the form of a net chase after it.

Serdra continues to choose evasion.

Although it is a huge body that seems to be slow and heavy, it successfully sews through the gaps in the ten 'black threads' and dodges them.

The footwork from the 'body arts' of successive battles is quiet, and like Kanami-kun, the movements are minimal.

However, it doesn't duck all of them neatly, and some of the flesh has been shaved off.

I point out the damage.

''That's a hit, Serdra!　You've been weak ever since we fought in Blood Land!　Was that great transcontinental triumph so delightful!

Oh, I'm finally weak!　But if I'm dealing with you, who have pulled out the magic stone from The One Who Steals Blood's Reason, this is fair!　As you can see, it's not a body that would originally go down after being cut a bit!

The ten ”black threads” continue to rage like a whirlwind.

High-pitched monstrous sounds echoed in ten layers, and then the hard ground was torn apart in ten places at once, one after another.

But Seldra replied that there was still plenty of room.

It's not a lie.

Probably, even if you let this large space bleed enough to fill it up, it won't be a fatal wound.

I know the life force of that joke of a 'dragon man' (Dragon Newt) better than anyone else.

That's why you can also see exactly why Seldra's breathing is slightly ragged.

--depleted.

His magic power is diminished from the last time we fought. The damage has accumulated. The skin is soft.

Especially the mind.

Your mind is weak.

It's not that I was comfortable fighting Mr. Snow.

The last time we fought in Blood Land, Serdra was even stronger.

The battle was even more fierce.

''Then I will only use the Black Thread to cut you down until you're gone!

”Haha, that's a good one!　I don't know if I'm going to die before that!

Thanks to the opportunity Snow created for me, I was able to successfully amputate my limbs several times - but I was soon recovering.

Blood and flesh scattered and then a red mist filled the air and he was back to normal.

Serdra would occasionally try to get within striking distance of a blow with his circus-like fury. But I build a wall with the 'black thread' to prevent it.

--I'm not going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm talking about.

It's not going to last that long.

Serdra is slowly getting used to the wild dance of the ”black thread” and is beginning to treat it unharmed.

Every time you repeat the repair process, the black thread, which is supposed to cut off everything, also becomes harder to pass through.

Without a doubt, Serdra is getting weaker.

However, it does not mean that the 'adaptation' has been lost.

Earlier, Seldora said that Kanami overruled him with 'escape' - that is, the power to 'adapt' increases or decreases depending on Kanami-kun's convenience.

Confirming its variable and complex characteristics, I feel my planned tactics crumble one by one.

Naturally, my face tightened.

Serdra, in contrast, remained with a spare face.

She even had time to lick the liquid on her own skin while avoiding it and analyze it.

'............. Hey, Glenn. Is your confidence in this planted 'Immortal Killing Poison'?　You've been eager to get this inside me for a while now.

I read through one of our aims and point it out.

Seldora is right, my 'black thread' is coated with plenty of poison.

''But it's useless without the power of 'The One Who Steals Blood's Reason' [never to return]. After all, I've gained resistance to all kinds of poisons in just one year of life. If that's the poison that cost me my family, this one is also the one that cost me my family. See, spontaneous detoxification in a few seconds. Different levels of immunity.

On its own, it won't work anymore.

But that's fine.

I'm not going to follow Seldra's advice, as if it were a parent.

The poison attack will continue until I die - and I will further double the number of 'black threads' and fill the entire 99 layers with black lines that look like a child drew them in a circle.

'So hey!　Hahaha!　I'm telling you it doesn't work, no matter how much you go in!

Seldra laughed and avoided that futile footsteps, and the accidental wounds she received instantly healed.

My poison can't even make her feel bad anymore.

''No. (...) --''

Still, it works.

If you aim at the wound, it will work.

Even now, as I fight, I can see it clearly in Seldora's huge, unharmed frame.

The mental wound Snow made for me is huge.

It's because I had the same wound that I was carrying that I was able to aim and paint over it.

--The sword is connected to the sword, and the 'real hero' will appear.

I've been listening to that Tiara-sama's 'prophecy' since I was born, and I've been 'escaping' from the Walker family because they kept wanting me to.

I gave up at the end and pushed everything on to someone convenient - Kanami-kun and Rowen-san.

I'll never forget my battle with Rowen Ares, the one who stole the logic of the earth, in the quarterfinals of the Dancing Tournament. I deceived the 'strongest' 'hero' and yet I trembled and cowered against an overwhelmingly powerful opponent, abandoning the match and giving in.

What happened to Rowen Alais after that is a famous story.

I too watched in the audience as he shook off the 'strings' of the Transcendents.

'Oh, ...... to the wound. It worked, I'm .......

Kanami and Ms. Snow weren't the only two people Ms. Rowen had entrusted to her.

There's more. All the people who saw it that day. Or rather, all of them who were involved.

And I'm in the middle of it.

I was defeated by Rowen Ares, the one who stole the logic of the earth.

That's why I'm going to beat Serdra Queen Fillion, the thief of nothingness.

Even if it is the 'worst' form of the 'worst' that anyone has ever planned.

This overly tame and unpleasant 99-layered battle will end quickly.