The chains pulled as Ymir flexed his muscles.�Sirone�s brow wrinkled.�However, if the opponent came out with a straight attack, it was a wizard to turn around and counter it.

�How about this?�

Sirone swung her arm and the chains broke, sending Ymir flying off the bridge.

Ymir looked at Sirone with a blank expression while floating in the air.

�you����.�

Just as he was about to say something, his body fell under the bridge under the force of gravity.

7. Heaven (1)

The falling Ymir looked at the receding bridge.�She was able to get out of her dejected mind only when the scenery was covered by clouds.�

�Anyway, wizards are����.�

It didn�t matter even if it fell to the ground like this.�It would have been much more fun to have a endurance match with the ground waiting below rather than wandering around in a �part� state.

I thought so.

But the moment the boy appeared, the smell came back.�A fishy, ??yet spicy smell unique to the battlefield.

Nothing is over yet.�Still, the hottest place in heaven was the Great World War.

�I can�t fall into a place like that.�

I have to go to the great world war.�

If you try to jump, the power of the �part� will weaken even more, but the smell of blood on the battlefield is calling, so there is no need to hesitate.

�Huh!�

Ymir puffed up as he inhaled air.

When oxygen was cut off, the skin hardened like porcelain.�The color was gone from his face, and the life in his eyes was gone.

Her lips parted and her pulse stopped.

So Ymir died.

pop!�The front part of the corpse exploded, and the same shape of Ymir came out.

Empowered by the powerful momentum, Ymir jumped several tens of meters and stuck her fingers into the pillars supporting the Buddha.

�Whoa, it annoys me every time I do it.�

For him who pursued powerlessness, the weakening of his power was an unbearable setback.�Particularly, being born part to part was extremely unpleasant because it had to go through death.

One reason for enduring all this humiliation.�It was to see the end of the battle with his own eyes.

Hanging from the pole, Ymir put the soles of his feet on the pole and let his shoulders hang down.�As I spurred her pole, pulling her arms up, her huge body soared against her gravity.

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� 80% progress in the Art of Life.

Sirone looked back on the Great World War.�As we approached the entrance, Feofe handed over the memories of his so far. JrNovels.com