710 Missing Talent, Part 89 - Strategist 34

When the figure of the line disappeared again, the line stormed in exactly the same way as earlier from the front. Exactly. Now I reacted as well as number 6, but the upper body of the line was lower than earlier, and the sword of the line had reached the torso of number 6 before number 6 prevented it.

Even though it sounded metal again, number 6 was blown away, just like earlier. But the next number 6 retreated in a way that was blown away without breaking his posture, and stood still as he stepped on his feet. The line will continue to have the same structure again. Layer didn't know exactly what the line was after, but he looked at armor number 6 and got annoyed.

"No way..."

Three times the line storms like an unleashed arrow. The next assault is even faster and lower than earlier. Even in the eyes of the layer, the speed was such that it only reflected like the line had disappeared. The sixth also tried to react, but the protruding belly and armor got in the way. The line waves its sword toward number 6. The gaze was on the scar of armor that I had injured earlier.

"Until earlier, are you slashing the exact same place?

What surprised the layer was that armor number 6 only had one scar. In other words, the line was aimed at the same spot without dimension in two attacks. And still is. Layers were stunned by the idea, the technology. And when Rhine's sword struck the same spot three times, armor number six was finally slashed and blood erupted.

"Shit, is it shallow? You have a dull arm."

The line looked back as she rubbed her knees against the ground. Sure, the sword tore the flank of number 6, but it wasn't a fatal wound. And number 6 touched the slashed flank with his hand, and when the blood slipped on his palm, the look of number 6, which had ever been faceless, switched to a look that raised blood vessels like ghosts.

At the same time, removing the armor in an instant and taking off number 6, my body suddenly became smaller like an airless balloon. Now I saw number 6, which made me a little boy like a child, and I put up my sword without knowing how the layer could be.

"Not like earlier. What the fuck is this guy?

"I guess this one is what it is. I hear there are tribes that change their shape with muscle manipulation, but I've never seen them so extreme."

No. 6 kicked the ground at the same time as Rhine's words. The lighter No. 6 only gripped the blades of weapons like scissors earlier, moving at high speeds while kicking walls and ceilings to stir up lines and layers.

Layer looked around as he couldn't keep up with its speed, but the line was calm itself. Keep your expression unchanged and your sword in front of you with your gaze set constantly. And a word...

"Hey."

"Huh?"

"Get out of the way, I'll get in the way"

The layer blew up with a kick behind the line. I noticed the layers slammed against the wall all the time. If you turn your back on the wall, you can squeeze the direction of the enemy's coming. But the line moves straight into the center of the room, rather it also appears to be inviting number 6.

"What are you doing, if you do that..."

The No. 6 offense began when layers tried to call attention to the line. The line was in the middle of the room without looking at No. 6, which struck the wall from angles in more than all directions as it stepped on the ceiling. The line that doesn't even change the direction of the body and just keeps snubbing even the No. 6 onslaught on the spot. I thought Layer saw a circle-like area around the line.

"(At first glance the enemy's attacks seem to overwhelm the line. But there is not one blade tip in the circle. Maybe there's still room on the line? What is that technology?)"

As the layers were surprised, the movement of the line began to change gradually. Until now, the 6th had moved before pointing the sword at it, but within it it it seemed as if the 6th would jump to be sucked against the sword. And when the line took the lead number 6 coming from behind and offered the sword, the layer saw that the angle of the sword shifted only slightly. Then number 6 failed to land and the speed was killed, stopping the movement for a moment.

It was too late when number 6 tried to get in shape and start moving again. The line behind it approached, and the moment number 6 turned around, it was slashing its flank four times.

No. 6 glanced back about as he ejected much more blood than earlier. But when it was thought that his eyes were dead, he regained the light again. As soon as Rhine realized that, number 6 now became huge and made Rhine's head twitch. Keep it up and slap it against the wall. Number 6 runs wild with blood scattered.

"None... fuck!

But no matter how the line slashed number six, no matter how much the Dance Slave helped with the sword alone, it didn't do much good. Those who are prepared to die and seek to take their enemies on the road will not stop so easily.

That's how the line tried to get slammed against the wall. Just before that, the No. 6 hand clumped together perfectly. Layers popped up and grabbed the sixth arm.

"Let go."

"Let go!

When the layers were so thoughtful that they could not even remember themselves, the sixth arm heard the sound of a thousand cuts of meat and the unpleasant sound of a bone completely crushing; the sixth didn't scream one because it was just trained, but he tried to hit the layers with his opposite hand with a distressed look on his face.

But the servant number six was also in a hurry, and the naive attack grabbed the layer so quickly that now the layer slammed the number six against the wall as he twisted his momentum arm against it. A crack entered the wall in one attack, part of the wall collapsed outside with a positive fist to the second belly, and the two were thrown out of the building by the body of the last layer.

Continued