�Big!�

Chagall�s face contorted, and Etella quickly withdrew her fist and attacked again.

�one more time.�

If it could create an interfering wave of waves, even the masters of the schema would have their guts ripped out.

�Kuaaaaa!�

As Chagall screamed and straightened his upper body, a strange light appeared in Etella�s eyes.

�How can this���

Chagall was already holding the rapid-fire sword.

�Black!�

They avoided the attack with a narrow gap, but dozens of daggers began to appear in the air.

�Material Embodiment?�

It�s not like that.

The anxious energy that I felt every time I collided with Chagall was finally materialized.

�Aaaaaaa!�

The sight of the blades rushing in so densely that there was no time to avoid them gave me goosebumps in itself.

He backed away with all his might, but in the end, Ethella was hit in the thigh.

�Huh!�

As soon as he looked down at the blade stamped into his thigh, red blood fountains gushed high.

Grabbing the skin of the rapid-fire sword with her hand and pulling it out, she tightened her muscles and stopped the bleeding.

�Tia.�

Whenever Chagall took a step, his teeth shuddered and countless rapid-fire swords fell.

Even Ethel did not know why.

Just guessing, Chagall seemed to perfectly believe that the rapid-fire sword actually existed.

�Can you do that?�No matter how much you believe���

Ethella realized.

�ah.�

limits of awareness.

Chagall was a person who had already experienced the overlapping of virtuality and reality once through La Enemie.

Just as people believe that what they see with their eyes exists, the rapid-fire sword was the same for Chagall.

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