Chapter 333: - side early 12
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The first to appear were pale, glowing ants the size of puppies. One after another, they appeared as if they were gushing out of a hole in the basement floor and were coming toward us.
As the ants approach me, I swipe at them with my crimson spear.
At the touch of my spear tip, the ants are cut in half as easily as if I had inserted a knife into melted butter.
You don't feel a response? No, it's not. It seems to be this power.
"Superimposed superimposed. Miss, you're a mobbed-up N!C frame, yet you can manipulate the fundamental status of the world and use all of your skills. That's how mature this world has become. However, it's a bit uninteresting that my children, who are the last of the administrators, can be so easily turned into virtual entities.
The enemy, disguised as a village girl, talks to herself in an unintelligible manner. Then, suddenly, she snaps her finger whistle again.
Then, an ant, which is buzzing around on the floor, moves forward to the enemy in the form of a village girl.
I have a bad feeling about this!
For some reason, with no future vision, it was just a gut feeling on my part.
But I trust my intuition, and I surge at the enemy.
I hold the handle of the spear as if supporting it with both hands, and when I hold it straight, the crimson light at the tip of the spear opens up into an umbrella-like shape.
Using my improved physical abilities, I take a straight step forward.
Your body suddenly accelerates and you are pushed forward at once.
The spear's umbrella, which is made of crimson light, bounces off the ants that are swarming in front of you as soon as it touches you.
In the vision that flows from the front at once, I catch a glimpse of the ants that have been flung away, breaking up in mid-air.
The space around us is filled with the limbs and heads of the ants that have been dismembered.
It covers my eyes like a curtain made of the remains of the ants' bodies.
I take another step.
Acceleration beyond the first step.
My body breaks through the curtain made of ant remains for a moment.
I have him!
In front of me, an enemy in the form of a village girl.
The tip of my spear is coming toward her face as if it is being sucked into her.
It stops.
It stops.
Only the impact of my full force becomes wind, blowing up the hair that frames the girl's face.
Between the tip of my spear and the enemy girl.
Between the tip of my spear and the enemy girl, there is a figure that should not have been there a moment ago.
It is holding my spear point with a hand-like object.
It's a cool breeze. It's just right for the stagnant air in the basement. Superimposed superimposed. Oh, is that him? That's my trump card. Well, if I had to give you a name, I'd call you Ant-man. Ant-man, you're really crushing that little lady."
Ant-man? You mean to say that you took one of them and reduced it to human form in such a short period of time?
The being called "ant-man" - a giant to adult size, standing on all four legs - turns its compound eyes toward me.
It swings its hand with the tip of its spear, which is still in its grasp, in a careless manner.
My body was pulled by the ant-man's movement, and I was flying in the air.
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The first to appear were pale, glowing ants the size of puppies. One after another, they appeared as if they were gushing out of a hole in the basement floor and were coming toward us.
As the ants approach me, I swipe at them with my crimson spear.
At the touch of my spear tip, the ants are cut in half as easily as if I had inserted a knife into melted butter.
You don't feel a response? No, it's not. It seems to be this power.
"Superimposed superimposed. Miss, you're a mobbed-up N!C frame, yet you can manipulate the fundamental status of the world and use all of your skills. That's how mature this world has become. However, it's a bit uninteresting that my children, who are the last of the administrators, can be so easily turned into virtual entities.
The enemy, disguised as a village girl, talks to herself in an unintelligible manner. Then, suddenly, she snaps her finger whistle again.
Then, an ant, which is buzzing around on the floor, moves forward to the enemy in the form of a village girl.
I have a bad feeling about this!
For some reason, with no future vision, it was just a gut feeling on my part.
But I trust my intuition, and I surge at the enemy.
I hold the handle of the spear as if supporting it with both hands, and when I hold it straight, the crimson light at the tip of the spear opens up into an umbrella-like shape.
Using my improved physical abilities, I take a straight step forward.
Your body suddenly accelerates and you are pushed forward at once.
The spear's umbrella, which is made of crimson light, bounces off the ants that are swarming in front of you as soon as it touches you.
In the vision that flows from the front at once, I catch a glimpse of the ants that have been flung away, breaking up in mid-air.
The space around us is filled with the limbs and heads of the ants that have been dismembered.
It covers my eyes like a curtain made of the remains of the ants' bodies.
I take another step.
Acceleration beyond the first step.
My body breaks through the curtain made of ant remains for a moment.
I have him!
In front of me, an enemy in the form of a village girl.
The tip of my spear is coming toward her face as if it is being sucked into her.
It stops.
It stops.
Only the impact of my full force becomes wind, blowing up the hair that frames the girl's face.
Between the tip of my spear and the enemy girl.
Between the tip of my spear and the enemy girl, there is a figure that should not have been there a moment ago.
It is holding my spear point with a hand-like object.
It's a cool breeze. It's just right for the stagnant air in the basement. Superimposed superimposed. Oh, is that him? That's my trump card. Well, if I had to give you a name, I'd call you Ant-man. Ant-man, you're really crushing that little lady."
Ant-man? You mean to say that you took one of them and reduced it to human form in such a short period of time?
The being called "ant-man" - a giant to adult size, standing on all four legs - turns its compound eyes toward me.
It swings its hand with the tip of its spear, which is still in its grasp, in a careless manner.
My body was pulled by the ant-man's movement, and I was flying in the air.
The first to appear were pale, glowing ants the size of puppies. One after another, they appeared as if they were gushing out of a hole in the basement floor and were coming toward us.As the ants approach me, I swipe at them with my crimson spear.At the touch of my spear tip, the ants are cut in half as easily as if I had inserted a knife into melted butter.You don't feel a response? No, it's not. It seems to be this power."Superimposed superimposed. Miss, you're a mobbed-up N!C frame, yet you can manipulate the fundamental status of the world and use all of your skills. That's how mature this world has become. However, it's a bit uninteresting that my children, who are the last of the administrators, can be so easily turned into virtual entities.The enemy, disguised as a village girl, talks to herself in an unintelligible manner. Then, suddenly, she snaps her finger whistle again.Then, an ant, which is buzzing around on the floor, moves forward to the enemy in the form of a village girl.I have a bad feeling about this!For some reason, with no future vision, it was just a gut feeling on my part.But I trust my intuition, and I surge at the enemy.I hold the handle of the spear as if supporting it with both hands, and when I hold it straight, the crimson light at the tip of the spear opens up into an umbrella-like shape.Using my improved physical abilities, I take a straight step forward.Your body suddenly accelerates and you are pushed forward at once.The spear's umbrella, which is made of crimson light, bounces off the ants that are swarming in front of you as soon as it touches you.In the vision that flows from the front at once, I catch a glimpse of the ants that have been flung away, breaking up in mid-air.The space around us is filled with the limbs and heads of the ants that have been dismembered.It covers my eyes like a curtain made of the remains of the ants' bodies.I take another step.Acceleration beyond the first step.My body breaks through the curtain made of ant remains for a moment.I have him!In front of me, an enemy in the form of a village girl.The tip of my spear is coming toward her face as if it is being sucked into her.It stops.It stops.Only the impact of my full force becomes wind, blowing up the hair that frames the girl's face.Between the tip of my spear and the enemy girl.Between the tip of my spear and the enemy girl, there is a figure that should not have been there a moment ago.It is holding my spear point with a hand-like object.It's a cool breeze. It's just right for the stagnant air in the basement. Superimposed superimposed. Oh, is that him? That's my trump card. Well, if I had to give you a name, I'd call you Ant-man. Ant-man, you're really crushing that little lady."Ant-man? You mean to say that you took one of them and reduced it to human form in such a short period of time?The being called "ant-man" - a giant to adult size, standing on all four legs - turns its compound eyes toward me.It swings its hand with the tip of its spear, which is still in its grasp, in a careless manner.My body was pulled by the ant-man's movement, and I was flying in the air.
