�I�m sorry, Amy.�

Before Nane�s next pitch, Sirone reversed this moment into an illusion.

infinite space.

�Huh.�Whoa.�

In the most lonely darkness, Syrone�s cries resonated mournfully.

Day 5 of the battle.

�Big!�

Ranstin, struggling to the death in the North Pole, played the guitar with a pale face.

puck!�puck!�puck!

The number of anticells has risen year after year to the units of purple, sheep, and spheres.

It covered the planet with gray organic matter, and even gradually increased its thickness.

Ranstin suddenly had a hunch.

�No more is impossible.��A demon who controls the crowd as one and inscribes a code of death on them all.

Although Cell Buster�s nemesis, Lanstin�s body was always human.

support support support!

His guitar-playing fingers were all shortened one knuckle.

The reason why he doesn�t stop playing even in the pain of directly scratching his nerves. �Don�t make fun of me.�

I felt like if I gave up even this, I would become a worthless bastard.

�I am a guitarist!�

I could feel Rin�s voice trembling as she sang the song, vomiting blood from her throat.

�Isn�t that enough?�

If you�ve survived five days against this gigantic foe, you won�t be pointed at.

But there is no longer humanity to blame him.

�Hehe.�

Were you fighting an illusion?

In fact, didn�t you want to go among people more than anyone else?

Rin�s song cut off.

�It�s the limit.�

The anticell with astronomical mass overcame the Samantha and began to descend.

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