Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 265

Historia and Sikhlund raised their fists at each other.

The control panel hit by the devious regime bounces, and the chair blown away by the foot spins round and round, aiming for Historia's head. Historia caught it with her qigong-rimmed forehead, then hid her fist under the shadow of her chair and shouted.

Sieghrund swung his limbs strangely and gently grabbed his arm, but the revolver in Historia's hand was aimed at a cold gun. Sieghrund realized later that it was his pistol, not his fist, that Historia really wanted to hide. The pore vibrated violently just before it exploded.

Taan. Along with the explosion, the blue light of Qigong erupted from the muzzle. Almost at the same time, Sikhlund hurriedly leaned back.

The difference is one piece of paper. A bullet shot through the qigong hit Sikhlund by a single sheet of paper. The splattered blood traces traced the bullet. The bounced bullets smashed the wall, and Sikhlund's skin was cut into thin slices.

But for a moment, Sikhlund's wounds healed in an instant. Historia paused.

“play… ?”

In a way, it can be seen as regeneration, but it is a little different from the regeneration power of immortal races and vampires. It's because he made a new face by grabbing blood with a cold ball that had reached the stage and forcing the skin tissue to connect.

Of course, that, too, is disappointing. It means that even his own body can be forcibly sewn to continue fighting.

“It’s a great ability.”

hey Hexagon is real… How can I earn time to become a general? If you're a six-star, you just can't handle it. If it wasn't for Historia, it would have been applied with a single breath.

In admiration, I meekly acknowledged his strength.

“For what a fake life has accomplished!”

“day off! You keep your mouth shut!”

Historia screamed at the intensifying attack, but it's a fun person to make fun of because it explodes when touched. And now my words are more effective than your attacks.

Sikhlund once again beat Historia and aimed at me. Changing positions is meaningless when fighting 1:1. But as long as I was behind him, Historia had to use any means he could to stop him.

Fortunately, this time there was a means.

The highly condensed pores explode. The gunshots tore the world apart, but this time Sikhlund did not. Anticipating the shooting, he swiftly avoided the shot as soon as it was fired.

The shot missed in vain, but in the meantime, Historia caught up with him again.

'Aiming to consume bullets. Two feet already. There is only one foot left… . one foot. If only I had one more step… !'

In the midst of rage and aiming at me, the reason is calm. Because that's the military commander-in-chief, Sikhlund.

Even when his ego is threatened, he is cold-hearted. Even though all six characters are like that, they are terribly dangerous and strong. If Historia is after me… I must have been shot and killed. I'm glad he's on my side.

You can't end it with that. Historia is protecting me, but I have to work desperately to survive in the midst of it. It's not a good place to be lifted up and survived.

All I can do here, weak and ordinary, is mental attack.

“Is the life of Sikhlund so attractive? Enough to risk your life to protect it? I won't. Because the life of Sikhlund is just an extension of what you were doing. Stealing other people's faces, sneaking into other people's lives, exposing their infidelity and punishing them. Is your life predicated on becoming someone else?”

Every time I said a word, Sikhlund's attack intensified. Historia, who had been working hard to stop him, cursed me inside and stopped him. Now, every time they open their fists, they make a sound of shells exploding.

It seems that it is true that I get more angry when there is someone stopping me. I can't deal with my anger directly, so it just piles up.

“ruler. Sieghrund! I read your wishes In fact, he's the only human who can grant your wish! because! Because only that wish makes you who you are!”

“Stop talking nonsense!”

Sieghrund slammed Historia and threw the sharp object in his arms at the exposed me. It had been sharpened like a dagger from the packet of his clothes. Although the material was cloth made of alchemy yarn, the force was terrifying as much as the pore was thrown into the compressed alchemy material.

Heh, but I can already see the trajectory clearly… Uh, wait. A little quick to avoid.

Taan.

In a moment of crisis, Historia shot down a clothing packet with a bullet. Even though she didn't use a zero-pointer, she was astonishingly accurate. If you have this skill, you don't need it, right? I can just hit it, but do I need to promise to hit the ball as a zero-point catcher? Too bad

'This is the last bullet… ! what to do I can't do it anymore… !'

Oh, by the way, in the regressor's thoughts, did you say that Historia will awaken other abilities in the future? It's a different principle than a zero-point hunter, a bayonet gunner. It's a very strong skill, but why don't you wake up now?

Slowly, I'm in danger too. Awaken to overcome my crisis Get up and go comfortably.

Now, Historia has no bullets left. Improving with battle alchemy… The opponent is too strong to do this, so I can't afford it. The situation is clearly in crisis.

However, Sikhlund made defensive moves even when he was extremely advantageous. Historia soon realized the reason.

'He knows my abilities. Zero-scoring, a technique that promises a hit with one shot if three shots are fired. This is the fourth bullet for him, unaware that he only has three bullets. Because I believe I have a bullet that makes sense… !'

After finishing his judgment, Historia turned the chamber around. Knowing that there were no bullets there, but in the belief that the other person wouldn't.

Historia, who instinctively realized the superiority, rushed forward more aggressively than before. Aim the gun at him, but he doesn't shoot. With only a bunch of qigong, he put him in a position to shoot him at any time, and wrestled with his hands and feet.

great. It's an opportunity. I, too, pretended to have bullets in Historia and put hunsu behind them.

“Lea! He can't dodge your next bullet. So it's probably the safest way to get hit! Even if the limbs match, they will regenerate quickly. Aim for a vital point that can be finished in one shot!”

“I’m aiming even if you don’t say anything!”

'You can't just aim, but you can't shoot!'

Breathing is fine. Also. Because people who have been deceived use tricks better.

When the muzzle is aimed at his head, Sikhlund moves closer and faster. Driving to close-quarters fighting and trying to take his gun… is meaningless to try. To take a revolver that has already been held tight with a lot of Qigong, you have to use a much larger Qigong than that. Instead of devoting himself to useless work, he slaps his elbow and forearm to deflect his slash.

And Historia fights with no bullets, pretending to keep him in the firing line. In other words, Sikhlund is fighting an imaginary bullet.

“The scariest bullet in the world is one that has not yet been fired. We don’t know when or how it will be launched.”

If you go away to attack me, your whole body enters the slash line. Because of the bullets that didn't exist, Sikhlund was instead bound by Historia.

phew. It was also good that I only gave three feet. Because the revolver has six rounds.

The two continued to work together for quite some time. Sikhlund had a slight advantage in melee combat, but Historia continued to fight on an equal footing, or even more advantageous, using a gun as a weapon.

Are you in a state of silence? Now let's start working slowly.

“It’s the same with the Sieghrund bullet. You have already been used. It's already been known that you're transforming into counterfeiting, and once known, it can't be a weapon anymore. Your use value is exhausted here! I can't be with Sikhlund anymore!”

“You, without you… !”

“haha. I have no intention of disappearing! So. This is also an opportunity. I will decide your next life. as your wish. With a name, face, and identity that can be the real you! how about it? Is it attractive?”

“Not required! I can decide that!”

“Try it! I'll rate you!”

Even while fighting Historia, Sikhlund's face changed at will. His face, like a blank sheet of paper, changes here and there. I looked at Historia's face over her shoulder and snorted.

“That’s Tyr’s face. I understand the excitement of finding a good model, but can you handle it? Do you mean to blaspheme both the vampire and Seonghwangcheong at the same time?”

As soon as you finish speaking, it changes back and forth again. In the meantime, your ears are open. I continued the evaluation calmly.

“Siati? My right arm is fine, so it looks much better. Are you still taking out my friend's face? Human relationships are twisted, making it awkward, isn’t it?”

Next was the princess's face. Seeing the innocent face of the princess fighting on an equal footing with Historia makes me laugh.

“If it was a real princess, wouldn’t it be impossible for Historia to attack in the first place?”

And the next face… . It was a fairly dignified version of the regressor. I giggled and laughed.

“Ahaha. Are you too manly? I'm sorry, but Shay isn't that manly. He has the most feminine behavior!”

Because men's clothing is something only women can do. Maybe, she'll be pretty decent in terms of not being a real person?

Then… it was me Historia's hands and feet stopped for a moment due to a momentary embarrassment, and she allowed her two blows as it was. However, his shock was not so great that Historia immediately took his stance.

“It feels really good to have someone with my own face put Leah in it. Is this surrogate satisfaction?”

Suddenly, Historia slapped me in the face, no, a human in the face. I was startled by the strong blow and touched my right cheek. Ooh, it's the heart. i thought i was hit

And the next face… . The face of a woman, pale, gloomy, and with her mouth open like a fool.

That's right. it was you found.

The guy who made the army.

great. I checked

“It’s ok, but I’d like to recommend something a little different.”

At a very young age, he was born as the child of a prostitute. The children of a prostitute whose father is difficult to identify will also grow up to be prostitutes, and the more talents they have learned, the higher they will be treated. He, too, learned all sorts of arts from his mother's sanctification.

There were many talented people in Giru, and he also learned all sorts of miscellaneous techniques. Talented, he absorbed all his talents like cotton absorbs water. By the time he began to stand out, the troupe he had just visited wanted to take him.

There is no way in the world to sell a talented person who will be responsible for the future income, but at that time, theater was fashionable in the Empire. As the status of the Principality changed according to the quality of the play, the influence of the troupe was naturally strong, so there is no way that a single giru operating under the acquiescence of the state could resist.

The only problem is his will. It's just the love he had with Girou when he was young.

But one extremism changed him.

You can only become a prostitute when you're on the giraffe, but on stage you can be anything.

At that time, he abandoned his original identity and became an actor. Taking his new name as his stage name, he began his second life.

Maybe it was full of different hopes at that time. The results were bad.

“ruler. Change it to whatever I tell you. Because there are so many things I can do that it’s better for me to decide than for you who can’t decide.”