Miro and the others barely escaped delirium and blinked their eyes in surprise.

Blood trickled down Ymir�s temples.

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It was unpleasant, obvious pain.

Where he turned his head, Gaold was standing with the air gun fired.

�Was it you?�

The person who opened the in-depth level 1.

After observing the maze for a while, Gaold turned his head and moved on.

�Why, what are you doing?�

Ymir�s expression returned to Gaold�s words.

�Geuk, what with the torn skin?�Well, I�ll tell you it�s quite good for a human.�

Sein let out a quiet voice.

�Ymir is right.�The situation is still hopeless.�

In a situation where it was all about conveying the senses, it only gave a little pain.

�Battle is to completely destroy the target.�Being happy that some blood was shed is something that happens only in children�s fights.

�okay?�

As Gaold charged, Ymir also took a receiving posture with a delighted expression on his face.

�wait!�Pincer����!�

Before Miro could finish his words, the delirium broke out again as they were hit.

�This is really irritating.�

Meanwhile, Ymir was intrigued by Gaold, whose magical powers had not diminished in the slightest.

�Is it psychic?�

�no.�

A madness shone in Gaold�s eyes in great pain.

�It has a taste from the beginning.�

When the air gun exploded like a shotgun, Ymir�s expression began to wrinkle little by little.

�This child���

If only the pain that can�t be repeated twice exceeds this limit, the number of walls Gaold has crossed.

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