In a way, it was only natural that she was the first to react to the name Elena, which came out of Vihela's mouth.
　I can also feel something sliding in from the side of Elena and heading straight towards me.
　It was obvious to Ray what it was.
　Thus, Elena's sudden participation in the war... takes a moment to the distracted Oriure.

"d*mn!"

　It was Oriqueur who accepted it with a rapier, but he was blown away by Ray's attack, which took a momentary break...

"Roll-roll-roll-roll!"

　Seto waves his forefeet when the interval between Ray and Oriqueur is just right.
　It's not just a blow. It's a blow using power crash skills.

"Oh, my God!"

　But even the attack was defended by the Swordbreaker as a shield... and blown away without restraint.
　The reason he still didn't get the fatal blow was probably because of the splinter that was broken into fragments when it was blown away.

"Glu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu."

　Celebrating the reunion with Ray, Seto looks sharply at the blown-off Oriqueur.
　In the face of an angry Gryphon, an adventurer who would never have encountered him, Oriqueur laughs bitterly as he throws the wreckage of the Swordbreaker, which had already been struck by a crack in Ray's blow, and was left alone in the handle.

"I don't think I should have managed to get to this point in the basement of the Maaschel house in such a short time, when I had so much strength ready to attack the Silva house."

　Whilst muttering so, he still wields a rapier and makes a sharp wind noise around him.
　There is still no sign of resignation in his expression.
　Not to mention Esetus, it is clear that there is no chance of their winning since the extraordinary forces of Elena and Seto came to the reinforcements. But it was still an unacceptable option for me to be captured by the laymen here.
　You must have figured it out. Ray opens his mouth, stroking Seto's head, staring at Oriqueur with a keen, alert eye next to him.

"Don't you give up yet?" That's fine, but... how do you get over this situation?"

　Look around the hall, trying not to miss the movement of the Oriqueur.
　Almost all of the puppets trying to surround Vihela have been cut or amputated by Elena's connecting sword.
　There are a few dolls that were heading to Vihela. That few bodies would be the number that we're wearing out today.
　Another battle, in which Bune tries to shorten the distance with Pri, and the dolls try not to let him do it.
　No matter how much Bune awoke from his cloud of hate, it does not mean that he can manage the physical strength and weapons he has consumed so much. The difference in number prevents them from approaching Pri, and furthermore, when they get stuck in the doll, the magic of Pri's jewelry is released. 　
　Although he managed to avoid it, he could do his best to keep it at bay... when Elena entered the war, who judged that Vichela would be all right.
　When the wielding connecting sword picks up the puppets who are about to attack Bune, or when the puppets who think of it as a hindrance attack Elena, they are cut off by a blow from the connecting sword in a long sword state.
　She tries to manage Elena by putting off Bune, but escapes into the air using Slapnil's shoes, gathers dolls in one place using the magic of the wind, and then cuts them together with a connecting sword.
　Esetus breathes a sigh of relief when he finds out that he is just running to the floor of the knuckles, staring sideways at such a battle.
　Shortly afterwards, I see Tivia in the center of a group of wizards on the floor, but she grinds her teeth, apparently protected by something magical like the door leading to this room.

"We still manage to compete with each other, but it's only a matter of time before we can finish it. If you surrender me quietly, I'll save you unnecessary trouble, and I'll be able to talk to you in a bosque.

　Oriqueur shakes his head with a thin smile as he tells Ray, spinning his death-size handle in his hand.

"Unfortunately, we don't have the option of surrendering."
"Then do you want to die in battle? I think it's obvious that you're not going to win?"

　At Rey's words, Oriqueur smiled faintly and put his left hand in his pocket, holding the Swordbreaker... to take something out.
　something like a red gem
　Of course Ray knew what it was. Because I saw it used in the dungeon with my own eyes.
　something like a black, murky gem that emits light
　It was nearly twice the size of what Ray saw in person, but its distinctive appearance is hard to forget.
　That is to say...

"It's... I think it's the seeds of chaos..."

　The words from Ray's mouth make Oriqueur's eyes small and open with surprise.

"If you knew the name... I see, the three missing men were still in your hands."
"Oh, stay in the dungeon where you're trying to create an unusual species. They told me the name. --and I've been told a lot of other information, for example, that you've been manipulating it well, pretending to be in cooperation with the Levisors."

　Ray tells us as if he had interrogated and extracted the information, but of course it's only Bluff. He had actually taken his own life when he thought he had captured him without being able to death.
　However, judging from our conversation, we decided that we didn't know how the three had died, so we tried to extract even a little bit of information, but all we could get back was a small smile.

"You'd better not tell a lie that you can tell at once. You'll just make yourself worthless. It seems that you have unrivaled skill in combat, but you are not accustomed to this kind of ventral art."
"...well, what do you think?" Is what I'm saying false or correct? It will be proved after you have been caught."
"Do you think I'll be captured quietly?"

　Oriure, playing with the seeds of Chaos with his left hand, smiles with confidence that he will not be caught.
　Ray was suspicious of the situation, but then he opened his eyes to the action taken by Oriqueur.
　Because it pushes the seeds of chaos that Oriqueur had onto his forehead...and absorbs them directly into his body.

"Well, I should have done it when there was the head of the Silwa family."

　a tortured oracle Blood vessels beneath the skin pulsate and even distant Rey hears a thumping and thumping sound.
　The sound finally brings Ray back to his senses and exclaims unconsciously.

"Stupid! Are you going to die?"

　the course of converting Ray's cactus into an abnormal species It certainly resized or looked more vicious, but the monster himself died incessantly. In other words, there is nothing but a very high risk of becoming an abnormal species.
　Using it on myself seemed like a suicide to Ray.

(No, it's chaos to turn monsters into abnormal species in the first place. Is it meaningful to use it for others?)

　Ray mutters inwardly, confused by what had happened.
　We would have launched an attack now rather than waiting for the enemy to grow stronger.
　It was true that Oriqueur's actions exceeded Ray's expectations, but it was also true that Ray missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Grunt!"
"It hurts!"

　I'm just going to give you a good stick! I'm. I'm going to give you a little bit of a crack.
　There was no damage from the top of the dragon lobe, but it still sent enough shockwaves to bring Ray to his senses.

"Well, if it's not too late... I'll go, Set!"
"Ringling!"

　Oriqueur is still in the process of becoming an abnormal species, not complete. in the meantime
　When Ray and Sett decide so, they divide from side to side and shorten the interval by pinching the Oriqueur between themselves.

`Well... I see, it's hard,' But!"

　It's Ray and Sett's leg strength. The distance shrinks in no time... but at that moment the enormous magical force released from Oriqueur's body takes on pressure and blows around him.
　There was a sharp death-size blade, and a blow to Sett's forefoot. Just before both of them are hit, they are played by a torrent of magic and blown around the body."d*mn it..."
"Rolling".

　Ray uses a death-size stonemate as a support to keep his balance and Seto lands on the floor with four legs.
　A few seconds...the decisive loss was the moment Ray stopped moving because he saw Oriqueur use the seeds of course.
　After the torrent of magical powers that had been released around him had subsided, there was something of a human figure.
　No, you don't have to think about what it is. Because it existed in the place where the Oriqueur was.
　However, the figure had changed so much that it was incomparably different from the Oriqueur that it had been when it was human.
　The obvious change is height. The size of the skin has grown from about 180 cm to over 2 meters, and the color of the skin itself has turned blue.
　Has the shoulder blade changed or is it another factor? At any rate, a new hand or two stretched out from both shoulders.
　I made it look like a hand because the end of the stretch was not like a finger, but like a needle of sharp, pointed bone.
　Or did the subconscious of the rapier-armed Oriure change into that shape?
　and the hair stretched back to back had turned into a sharp needle at the tip, with red patterns spreading all over the blue skin as if the blood vessels had been tattooed.
　A third eye exists vertically on the forehead absorbing the seeds of Chaos, and the eyeballs goggle around to check the surroundings.
　Mysterious. If the use of Chaos for monsters is truly an aberrant species, it is safe to call it an aberrant species of human being... or something else, that's all I can describe.

`Well... well... I think I've succeeded,'
"Do you have your own consciousness?" It seems to have come to an awkward situation."
"Grull".

　Although it had become a strange way of speaking that raised the end of the word slightly, there was still a light of historical intelligence in Olicur's eyes.
　They don't die on the way to becoming an abnormal species like cacti. The consciousness itself remained entirely in the Oriqueur.
　The Oriqueur, which had been contending with Ray in his natural condition, had become an abnormal species. What is the power of it? Just imagining it brings a bitter smile to Ray's lips.

(The least salvation is bare hands... hold on.) Where's the rapier?)

　Ray confirms that it was his left hand that used the seeds of chaos, and that in his right hand he still held the rapier used by Esta Noor. However, the current abnormal species of Oriqueur is bare hands and no rapier is held.
　However, if there was a rapier on the floor, it could be said that it had disappeared completely.

"Anomalous species... well, it doesn't suit me to call my current condition an abnormal species." Man-magic... Uh-huh, I call him a man-magic."

　Oricure tells you so, and you can move your arms and legs as if you're accustomed to the body's movements over 2m, or you can swing around with two new arms growing from behind your shoulders, or you can shake your head and move your pointed hair freely.
　and every move of it casts the intimidation of Oriqueur upon the surroundings. . . . . . .

"Oh, Oriqueur. What on earth is that...?"

　Suddenly, that kind of voice echoes around me.
　Pri, who had been fighting fiercely against Elena and Bune with dolls until recently. His face was astonished, and he turned to an unusual species... or rather to a demonized Oriure.
　It's the same with Elena and Beune, who stop fighting and look at Oriqueur with a dumb look on their faces.
　With the gaze of almost everyone there, the person who made the call for the Oriqueur shook his head lightly without any particular concern... the next moment, his hair flutters away.
　Yes, it's like a needle from Bune.
　There are nearly thirty of them.
　and the needle was not Ray or Elena or Vihela or Bune, or Esetus or Nact or Teavia... Pri, it was him.