Alexander, the fourth prince of Sluo Kingdom who was defeated miserably by Teddy, the Black and White Earth Bear King, was venting his anger in his own way in the forest.
From the outside, it looks like a box wrapped in something hard. Through the translucent shell, you can vaguely see the living tissue with signs of activity inside.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Pushkin blinked in confusion, and then he realized that the world he saw was completely different from before.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Is there any connection between the explosion just now and this? What is this
"Drink!" He held the knife in his hand and gathered his energy and spirit together. The world lost its color in front of him, leaving only his only enemy - that country girl who didn't know how thick the earth was and how high the sky was. Her name seemed to be Called 'Usis'.
"..." The feast of bloody killings (which only existed in Prince Alexander's own fantasy) was ruined, which made Alexander somewhat dissatisfied. Fortunately, the enemy 'Yusis' has died without a burial place, which finally did not completely ruin the fun.
He, he, what he hates the most is violence!
"Brother, you laugh so horribly, is there anything good you can do?"
A clean, one-hit kill, without any tricks. Alexander could even see the world of red and black passing by him, smelling of blood and death.
"It took ten minutes to buy a loaf of bread. What were you doing?" Prince Alexander used his knife to carve the name 'Usis' on the bread bought by his brother very skillfully, and then cut it into even pieces. One hundred small pieces. He has been very good at doing this kind of thing recently. It seems that he may have the talent to become a sculptor.
Yes, that's the name, the name that made him gnash his teeth and want to tear it into pieces and eat it! His fateful enemy!
The colors, smells, and even the flow of air and the vague mist surrounding it are more than a hundred times clearer than before. At the same time, his hands and feet seemed to have endless strength, and it seemed that all he needed to do was wave his hand. Everything in front of him, including his brother, can be completely erased.
"Don't touch it!" Prince Alexander felt that the black fragment had a strange smell.
"Are you... my brother?" Alexander asked Pushkin in a voice that was not so sure, and should be said to be completely suspicious. It looked like he was obviously not confident in his current appearance.
"Bang!" Inadvertently, Pushkin's fingers touched the crystal-like part in the center of the fragment, and the fragment split open as if it sensed something.
It's a pity that he didn't get her hair, otherwise he wouldn't mind trying the straw doll curse killing method mentioned in a forbidden book of ancient magic. It is said that this is a bloody curse with a success rate of over 90%.
That look was not looking at his brother, but looking at some completely unknown "thing".
Brutal stabbing, slashing, peeling, hacking, slashing, chopping, and picking, in the blink of an eye, 'Yusis' was turned into scattered parts and was ravaged.
From the outside, it looks like a box wrapped in something hard. Through the translucent shell, you can vaguely see the living tissue with signs of activity inside.
The strong hatred, terrifying will, and fighting spirit that will never admit defeat gave him unprecedented power.
"Brother, what are you doing here? Where did that paper man come from?" Alexander's younger brother, the fifth prince of the Sluo Empire, watched with curious eyes as his brother frantically tore apart a paper man with some name written on it. , causing confetti to fly everywhere.
When the corrosive power reached his heart, his consciousness finally disappeared. Vaguely, he knew that he was different. But he didn't understand what was different in the end. He just felt that there was some kind of extremely powerful life tissue that had merged with him.
Yes, that's the name, the name that made him gnash his teeth and want to tear it into pieces and eat it! His fateful enemy!
"Hmph, looking at your stunted appearance, you don't look like any of us from the Royal Si Luo family. If you don't change your innocent character, you will definitely be exiled in the future, and then you will be raped like a military police captain because you don't understand women. Kill those idiots in a duel. If you want to grow up quickly, learn from me and duel with more people to gain experience." Looking at Pushkin, who was only as tall as his chest, Alexander was confident enough to teach him a lesson, no matter what. With fists or mouth.
Under the shadow of the big tree, Alexander's expression looked extremely solemn. He turned to his side and faced his enemy, and slowly moved the hand holding the bread knife. With each swing, the amplitude of the arm's swing increased, and the frequency became faster and faster. Gradually, there was a loud sound of breaking through the air, and the space began to ripple with waves visible to the naked eye.
"It took ten minutes to buy a loaf of bread. What were you doing?" Prince Alexander used his knife to carve the name 'Usis' on the bread bought by his brother very skillfully, and then cut it into even pieces. One hundred small pieces. He has been very good at doing this kind of thing recently. It seems that he may have the talent to become a sculptor.
"Brother, I am not young anymore. I am already fourteen years old this year." Pushkin looked helplessly at his brother, Prince Alexander, who had the typical characteristics of the royal family of the Slovak Empire.
From the outside, it looks like a box wrapped in something hard. Through the translucent shell, you can vaguely see the living tissue with signs of activity inside.
"Dueling is not good. I don't like dueling." Pushkin shook his head. He loves light, loves poetry, hates violence, and he has never thought about such a thing as a duel.
Pushkin, who was in the cocoon, had almost completely lost consciousness.
When this swing reached a limit, he swung it fiercely, and the knife in his hand tore out a black half-moon-shaped force and slashed 'Yusis'. The light of sun-catching energy clashes burst into the air, and the air waves caused by the shock wave instantly swept across the entire forest.
When the corrosive power reached his heart, his consciousness finally disappeared. Vaguely, he knew that he was different. But he didn't understand what was different in the end. He just felt that there was some kind of extremely powerful life tissue that had merged with him.
"Brother, I am not young anymore. I am already fourteen years old this year." Pushkin looked helplessly at his brother, Prince Alexander, who had the typical characteristics of the royal family of the Slovak Empire.
Although their personalities are completely different, his interest in poetry is exactly the same as Alexander's (with completely different purposes). This is also the biggest reason why he and this brother get along so well.
"Dueling is not good. I don't like dueling." Pushkin shook his head. He loves light, loves poetry, hates violence, and he has never thought about such a thing as a duel.
"Brother, I am not young anymore. I am already fourteen years old this year." Pushkin looked helplessly at his brother, Prince Alexander, who had the typical characteristics of the royal family of the Slovak Empire.
hand? Pushkin raised his hand, feeling full of power.
"Really, why don't you just find a little girl to coerce you into something like this?"
And this is not a human hand, or even the hand of any kind of creature. If I had to describe it, it looks a bit like insect-like limbs that have been magnified many times.
Brutal stabbing, slashing, peeling, hacking, slashing, chopping, and picking, in the blink of an eye, 'Yusis' was turned into scattered parts and was ravaged.
"What is this!" Alexander waved the knife vigorously and made several deep marks on Cocoon's body. The first few cuts had some effect. But soon, Cocoon's flexibility reached an extremely terrifying level, completely ignoring his attacks.
"It took ten minutes to buy a loaf of bread. What were you doing?" Prince Alexander used his knife to carve the name 'Usis' on the bread bought by his brother very skillfully, and then cut it into even pieces. One hundred small pieces. He has been very good at doing this kind of thing recently. It seems that he may have the talent to become a sculptor.
"So it's you, my useless little brother, what's the matter?" Alexander finally returned to reality from his fantasy world and looked at his younger brother, Prince Pushkin, the fifth heir to the throne of the Silo Empire.
A clean, one-hit kill, without any tricks. Alexander could even see the world of red and black passing by him, smelling of blood and death.
Just as the two brothers were having a heated discussion about how to coerce the little girl, a strange muffled sound exploded, and the small pond next to them splashed with water, and then a somewhat incomplete black fragment emerged from the air. fell down.
"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Pushkin blinked in confusion, and then he realized that the world he saw was completely different from before.
The colors, smells, and even the flow of air and the vague mist surrounding it are more than a hundred times clearer than before. At the same time, his hands and feet seemed to have endless strength, and it seemed that all he needed to do was wave his hand. Everything in front of him, including his brother, can be completely erased.
The strong hatred, terrifying will, and fighting spirit that will never admit defeat gave him unprecedented power.
"Brother, what are you doing here? Where did that paper man come from?" Alexander's younger brother, the fifth prince of the Sluo Empire, watched with curious eyes as his brother frantically tore apart a paper man with some name written on it. , causing confetti to fly everywhere.
"Don't touch it!" Prince Alexander felt that the black fragment had a strange smell.
"..." The feast of bloody killings (which only existed in Prince Alexander's own fantasy) was ruined, which made Alexander somewhat dissatisfied. Fortunately, the enemy 'Yusis' has died without a burial place, which finally did not completely ruin the fun.
He had never felt like this before, and the thing he hated most was violence.
He couldn't breathe. His ears, mouth, nose, and all the passages in his body seemed to be blocked. Something "terrible" was invading and changing his body.
Then, he saw it, and saw a powerful arm with sharp elbow blades. It was an arm full of power that he absolutely did not have.
"..." The feast of bloody killings (which only existed in Prince Alexander's own fantasy) was ruined, which made Alexander somewhat dissatisfied. Fortunately, the enemy 'Yusis' has died without a burial place, which finally did not completely ruin the fun.
"It took ten minutes to buy a loaf of bread. What were you doing?" Prince Alexander used his knife to carve the name 'Usis' on the bread bought by his brother very skillfully, and then cut it into even pieces. One hundred small pieces. He has been very good at doing this kind of thing recently. It seems that he may have the talent to become a sculptor.
Pushkin couldn't remember how much time had passed. When he regained consciousness, he only saw Alexander with his mouth wide open and looking at him like a monster.
He couldn't breathe. His ears, mouth, nose, and all the passages in his body seemed to be blocked. Something "terrible" was invading and changing his body.
It feels like your body is being eaten bit by bit by something invisible, and then spit out again. Starting from the hands and feet, and finally developing towards the inside of the body, no corner is spared.
"Brother, you laugh so horribly, is there anything good you can do?"
From the outside, it looks like a box wrapped in something hard. Through the translucent shell, you can vaguely see the living tissue with signs of activity inside.
Although their personalities are completely different, his interest in poetry is exactly the same as Alexander's (with completely different purposes). This is also the biggest reason why he and this brother get along so well.
"What is this!" Pushkin, who had accepted the last inheritance of an unlucky experimental subject who died at the hands of the Sword Witch without knowing it, cried out without tears.
It's a pity that he didn't get her hair, otherwise he wouldn't mind trying the straw doll curse killing method mentioned in a forbidden book of ancient magic. It is said that this is a bloody curse with a success rate of over 90%.
"Hmph, looking at your stunted appearance, you don't look like any of us from the Royal Si Luo family. If you don't change your innocent character, you will definitely be exiled in the future, and then you will be raped like a military police captain because you don't understand women. Kill those idiots in a duel. If you want to grow up quickly, learn from me and duel with more people to gain experience." Looking at Pushkin, who was only as tall as his chest, Alexander was confident enough to teach him a lesson, no matter what. With fists or mouth.
"That doesn't seem very good..."
"What is this!" Pushkin, who had accepted the last inheritance of an unlucky experimental subject who died at the hands of the Sword Witch without knowing it, cried out without tears.
Is there any connection between the explosion just now and this? What is this
"Huh?" Pushkin curiously grabbed the black fragment that fell from nowhere.
"Brother, you laugh so horribly, is there anything good you can do?"
…
The colors, smells, and even the flow of air and the vague mist surrounding it are more than a hundred times clearer than before. At the same time, his hands and feet seemed to have endless strength, and it seemed that all he needed to do was wave his hand. Everything in front of him, including his brother, can be completely erased.
Next time, I will definitely find a way to steal her hair and let her know the power of mysterious knowledge from ancient language magic... The corners of Prince Alexander's mouth were cracked with this invisible idea, like a pumpkin puppet on Devil's Day.
Then it was too late.
Countless black tentacle-like biological tissues grew out of the cracked crystal, then formed a huge net and pounced on Pushkin who was caught off guard.
The colors, smells, and even the flow of air and the vague mist surrounding it are more than a hundred times clearer than before. At the same time, his hands and feet seemed to have endless strength, and it seemed that all he needed to do was wave his hand. Everything in front of him, including his brother, can be completely erased.
He had never felt like this before, and the thing he hated most was violence.
And this is not a human hand, or even the hand of any kind of creature. If I had to describe it, it looks a bit like insect-like limbs that have been magnified many times.
He couldn't breathe. His ears, mouth, nose, and all the passages in his body seemed to be blocked. Something "terrible" was invading and changing his body.
It's a pity that he didn't get her hair, otherwise he wouldn't mind trying the straw doll curse killing method mentioned in a forbidden book of ancient magic. It is said that this is a bloody curse with a success rate of over 90%.
"Brother, you laugh so horribly, is there anything good you can do?"
Then, he saw it, and saw a powerful arm with sharp elbow blades. It was an arm full of power that he absolutely did not have.
The colors, smells, and even the flow of air and the vague mist surrounding it are more than a hundred times clearer than before. At the same time, his hands and feet seemed to have endless strength, and it seemed that all he needed to do was wave his hand. Everything in front of him, including his brother, can be completely erased.
"What is this!" Alexander waved the knife vigorously and made several deep marks on Cocoon's body. The first few cuts had some effect. But soon, Cocoon's flexibility reached an extremely terrifying level, completely ignoring his attacks.
Then, he saw it, and saw a powerful arm with sharp elbow blades. It was an arm full of power that he absolutely did not have.
"Hehehehehe..." Alexander's laughter was like a black magician trying to summon the devil in the basement. (His profession is knight...)
When the corrosive power reached his heart, his consciousness finally disappeared. Vaguely, he knew that he was different. But he didn't understand what was different in the end. He just felt that there was some kind of extremely powerful life tissue that had merged with him.
"I, am I still talking?" Pushkin looked at his brother in surprise. He thought he was dead. Especially when his consciousness disappeared just now, he really thought that he had returned to the embrace of the Supreme God.
It feels like your body is being eaten bit by bit by something invisible, and then spit out again. Starting from the hands and feet, and finally developing towards the inside of the body, no corner is spared.
Then, he saw it, and saw a powerful arm with sharp elbow blades. It was an arm full of power that he absolutely did not have.
"I, am I still talking?" Pushkin looked at his brother in surprise. He thought he was dead. Especially when his consciousness disappeared just now, he really thought that he had returned to the embrace of the Supreme God.
Then it was too late.
Countless black tentacle-like biological tissues grew out of the cracked crystal, then formed a huge net and pounced on Pushkin who was caught off guard.
"That doesn't seem very good..."
"Brother?" The fifth prince was a little unhappy that his brother had been ignoring him.
"Brother?" The fifth prince was a little unhappy that his brother had been ignoring him.
"Dueling is not good. I don't like dueling." Pushkin shook his head. He loves light, loves poetry, hates violence, and he has never thought about such a thing as a duel.
It's a pity that he didn't get her hair, otherwise he wouldn't mind trying the straw doll curse killing method mentioned in a forbidden book of ancient magic. It is said that this is a bloody curse with a success rate of over 90%.
"Brother, you laugh so horribly, is there anything good you can do?"
"Don't touch it!" Prince Alexander felt that the black fragment had a strange smell.
"So it's you, my useless little brother, what's the matter?" Alexander finally returned to reality from his fantasy world and looked at his younger brother, Prince Pushkin, the fifth heir to the throne of the Silo Empire.
"What is this!" Alexander waved the knife vigorously and made several deep marks on Cocoon's body. The first few cuts had some effect. But soon, Cocoon's flexibility reached an extremely terrifying level, completely ignoring his attacks.
"Brother, what are you doing here? Where did that paper man come from?" Alexander's younger brother, the fifth prince of the Sluo Empire, watched with curious eyes as his brother frantically tore apart a paper man with some name written on it. , causing confetti to fly everywhere.
"Dueling is not good. I don't like dueling." Pushkin shook his head. He loves light, loves poetry, hates violence, and he has never thought about such a thing as a duel.
By a small pond in the forest.
He couldn't breathe. His ears, mouth, nose, and all the passages in his body seemed to be blocked. Something "terrible" was invading and changing his body.
In his opinion, this younger brother is just a kid who doesn't know anything. With his overly childish and kind-hearted character, not to mention inheriting the throne, even being able to take charge of his natal duchy is a big problem.
Next time, I will definitely find a way to steal her hair and let her know the power of mysterious knowledge from ancient language magic... The corners of Prince Alexander's mouth were cracked with this invisible idea, like a pumpkin puppet on Devil's Day.
When the corrosive power reached his heart, his consciousness finally disappeared. Vaguely, he knew that he was different. But he didn't understand what was different in the end. He just felt that there was some kind of extremely powerful life tissue that had merged with him.
hand? Pushkin raised his hand, feeling full of power.
Countless black tentacle-like biological tissues grew out of the cracked crystal, then formed a huge net and pounced on Pushkin who was caught off guard.
He had never felt like this before, and the thing he hated most was violence.
"Brother, I am not young anymore. I am already fourteen years old this year." Pushkin looked helplessly at his brother, Prince Alexander, who had the typical characteristics of the royal family of the Slovak Empire.
"This is alive!" Pushkin was shocked and quickly let go of his hand.
Under the shadow of the big tree, Alexander's expression looked extremely solemn. He turned to his side and faced his enemy, and slowly moved the hand holding the bread knife. With each swing, the amplitude of the arm's swing increased, and the frequency became faster and faster. Gradually, there was a loud sound of breaking through the air, and the space began to ripple with waves visible to the naked eye.
It's a pity that he didn't get her hair, otherwise he wouldn't mind trying the straw doll curse killing method mentioned in a forbidden book of ancient magic. It is said that this is a bloody curse with a success rate of over 90%.
…
"That doesn't seem very good..."
"Hmph, looking at your stunted appearance, you don't look like any of us from the Royal Si Luo family. If you don't change your innocent character, you will definitely be exiled in the future, and then you will be raped like a military police captain because you don't understand women. Kill those idiots in a duel. If you want to grow up quickly, learn from me and duel with more people to gain experience." Looking at Pushkin, who was only as tall as his chest, Alexander was confident enough to teach him a lesson, no matter what. With fists or mouth.
"What is this!" Pushkin, who had accepted the last inheritance of an unlucky experimental subject who died at the hands of the Sword Witch without knowing it, cried out without tears.
"Dueling is not good. I don't like dueling." Pushkin shook his head. He loves light, loves poetry, hates violence, and he has never thought about such a thing as a duel.
Just as the two brothers were having a heated discussion about how to coerce the little girl, a strange muffled sound exploded, and the small pond next to them splashed with water, and then a somewhat incomplete black fragment emerged from the air. fell down.
And this is not a human hand, or even the hand of any kind of creature. If I had to describe it, it looks a bit like insect-like limbs that have been magnified many times.
"That doesn't seem very good..."
It feels like your body is being eaten bit by bit by something invisible, and then spit out again. Starting from the hands and feet, and finally developing towards the inside of the body, no corner is spared.
The colors, smells, and even the flow of air and the vague mist surrounding it are more than a hundred times clearer than before. At the same time, his hands and feet seemed to have endless strength, and it seemed that all he needed to do was wave his hand. Everything in front of him, including his brother, can be completely erased.
"Dueling is not good. I don't like dueling." Pushkin shook his head. He loves light, loves poetry, hates violence, and he has never thought about such a thing as a duel.
"This is alive!" Pushkin was shocked and quickly let go of his hand.
"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.
"Bang!" Inadvertently, Pushkin's fingers touched the crystal-like part in the center of the fragment, and the fragment split open as if it sensed something.
And this is not a human hand, or even the hand of any kind of creature. If I had to describe it, it looks a bit like insect-like limbs that have been magnified many times.
"What is this!" Pushkin, who had accepted the last inheritance of an unlucky experimental subject who died at the hands of the Sword Witch without knowing it, cried out without tears.
"Those who dare not duel are not qualified to become the emperor of Sluo Kingdom. Therefore, you can never become the real king. Since you are here, you must listen to me and buy me bread now." Alexander knocked. Pushkin's head shows his brother's authority.
The blood and bone marrow were invaded by that strange thing and began to undergo unknown changes. It wasn't very painful, but the feeling that the body was becoming different from its original shape little by little made people feel extremely frightened.
…
"Hmph, looking at your stunted appearance, you don't look like any of us from the Royal Si Luo family. If you don't change your innocent character, you will definitely be exiled in the future, and then you will be raped like a military police captain because you don't understand women. Kill those idiots in a duel. If you want to grow up quickly, learn from me and duel with more people to gain experience." Looking at Pushkin, who was only as tall as his chest, Alexander was confident enough to teach him a lesson, no matter what. With fists or mouth.
"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.
Yes, that's the name, the name that made him gnash his teeth and want to tear it into pieces and eat it! His fateful enemy!
"I know!" Pushkin touched his head and went to buy bread obediently.
"Dueling is not good. I don't like dueling." Pushkin shook his head. He loves light, loves poetry, hates violence, and he has never thought about such a thing as a duel.
In his opinion, this younger brother is just a kid who doesn't know anything. With his overly childish and kind-hearted character, not to mention inheriting the throne, even being able to take charge of his natal duchy is a big problem.
Although their personalities are completely different, his interest in poetry is exactly the same as Alexander's (with completely different purposes). This is also the biggest reason why he and this brother get along so well.
"Those who dare not duel are not qualified to become the emperor of Sluo Kingdom. Therefore, you can never become the real king. Since you are here, you must listen to me and buy me bread now." Alexander knocked. Pushkin's head shows his brother's authority.
By a small pond in the forest.
When the corrosive power reached his heart, his consciousness finally disappeared. Vaguely, he knew that he was different. But he didn't understand what was different in the end. He just felt that there was some kind of extremely powerful life tissue that had merged with him.
And this is not a human hand, or even the hand of any kind of creature. If I had to describe it, it looks a bit like insect-like limbs that have been magnified many times.
hand? Pushkin raised his hand, feeling full of power.
…
"Brother, I am not young anymore. I am already fourteen years old this year." Pushkin looked helplessly at his brother, Prince Alexander, who had the typical characteristics of the royal family of the Slovak Empire.
Although their personalities are completely different, his interest in poetry is exactly the same as Alexander's (with completely different purposes). This is also the biggest reason why he and this brother get along so well.
By a small pond in the forest.
Brutal stabbing, slashing, peeling, hacking, slashing, chopping, and picking, in the blink of an eye, 'Yusis' was turned into scattered parts and was ravaged.
He, he, what he hates the most is violence!
He couldn't breathe. His ears, mouth, nose, and all the passages in his body seemed to be blocked. Something "terrible" was invading and changing his body.
That look was not looking at his brother, but looking at some completely unknown "thing".
"What is this!" Alexander waved the knife vigorously and made several deep marks on Cocoon's body. The first few cuts had some effect. But soon, Cocoon's flexibility reached an extremely terrifying level, completely ignoring his attacks.
And this is not a human hand, or even the hand of any kind of creature. If I had to describe it, it looks a bit like insect-like limbs that have been magnified many times.
He had never felt like this before, and the thing he hated most was violence.
"It took ten minutes to buy a loaf of bread. What were you doing?" Prince Alexander used his knife to carve the name 'Usis' on the bread bought by his brother very skillfully, and then cut it into even pieces. One hundred small pieces. He has been very good at doing this kind of thing recently. It seems that he may have the talent to become a sculptor.
"What is this!" Pushkin, who had accepted the last inheritance of an unlucky experimental subject who died at the hands of the Sword Witch without knowing it, cried out without tears.
"I know!" Pushkin touched his head and went to buy bread obediently.
"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.
And this is not a human hand, or even the hand of any kind of creature. If I had to describe it, it looks a bit like insect-like limbs that have been magnified many times.
"Brother, what are you doing here? Where did that paper man come from?" Alexander's younger brother, the fifth prince of the Sluo Empire, watched with curious eyes as his brother frantically tore apart a paper man with some name written on it. , causing confetti to fly everywhere.
"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.
"Brother?" The fifth prince was a little unhappy that his brother had been ignoring him.
"Really, why don't you just find a little girl to coerce you into something like this?"
In his opinion, this younger brother is just a kid who doesn't know anything. With his overly childish and kind-hearted character, not to mention inheriting the throne, even being able to take charge of his natal duchy is a big problem.
Is there any connection between the explosion just now and this? What is this
"That doesn't seem very good..."
"Really, why don't you just find a little girl to coerce you into something like this?"
"Are you... my brother?" Alexander asked Pushkin in a voice that was not so sure, and should be said to be completely suspicious. It looked like he was obviously not confident in his current appearance.
The blood and bone marrow were invaded by that strange thing and began to undergo unknown changes. It wasn't very painful, but the feeling that the body was becoming different from its original shape little by little made people feel extremely frightened.
Just as the two brothers were having a heated discussion about how to coerce the little girl, a strange muffled sound exploded, and the small pond next to them splashed with water, and then a somewhat incomplete black fragment emerged from the air. fell down.
Pushkin couldn't remember how much time had passed. When he regained consciousness, he only saw Alexander with his mouth wide open and looking at him like a monster.
"Brother, I am not young anymore. I am already fourteen years old this year." Pushkin looked helplessly at his brother, Prince Alexander, who had the typical characteristics of the royal family of the Slovak Empire.
"Hehehehehe..." Alexander's laughter was like a black magician trying to summon the devil in the basement. (His profession is knight...)
"Don't touch it!" Prince Alexander felt that the black fragment had a strange smell.
"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.
It feels like your body is being eaten bit by bit by something invisible, and then spit out again. Starting from the hands and feet, and finally developing towards the inside of the body, no corner is spared.
He couldn't breathe. His ears, mouth, nose, and all the passages in his body seemed to be blocked. Something "terrible" was invading and changing his body.
"This is alive!" Pushkin was shocked and quickly let go of his hand.
"Brother?" The fifth prince was a little unhappy that his brother had been ignoring him.
"Brother, you laugh so horribly, is there anything good you can do?"
Unfortunately, it's too late.
"Brother, I am not young anymore. I am already fourteen years old this year." Pushkin looked helplessly at his brother, Prince Alexander, who had the typical characteristics of the royal family of the Slovak Empire.
Brutal stabbing, slashing, peeling, hacking, slashing, chopping, and picking, in the blink of an eye, 'Yusis' was turned into scattered parts and was ravaged.
"Those who dare not duel are not qualified to become the emperor of Sluo Kingdom. Therefore, you can never become the real king. Since you are here, you must listen to me and buy me bread now." Alexander knocked. Pushkin's head shows his brother's authority.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
He, he, what he hates the most is violence!
Then, he saw it, and saw a powerful arm with sharp elbow blades. It was an arm full of power that he absolutely did not have.
"Huh?" Pushkin curiously grabbed the black fragment that fell from nowhere.
That look was not looking at his brother, but looking at some completely unknown "thing".
"Brother, what are you doing here? Where did that paper man come from?" Alexander's younger brother, the fifth prince of the Sluo Empire, watched with curious eyes as his brother frantically tore apart a paper man with some name written on it. , causing confetti to fly everywhere.
"Those who dare not duel are not qualified to become the emperor of Sluo Kingdom. Therefore, you can never become the real king. Since you are here, you must listen to me and buy me bread now." Alexander knocked. Pushkin's head shows his brother's authority.
By a small pond in the forest.
He couldn't breathe. His ears, mouth, nose, and all the passages in his body seemed to be blocked. Something "terrible" was invading and changing his body.
"Hmph, looking at your stunted appearance, you don't look like any of us from the Royal Si Luo family. If you don't change your innocent character, you will definitely be exiled in the future, and then you will be raped like a military police captain because you don't understand women. Kill those idiots in a duel. If you want to grow up quickly, learn from me and duel with more people to gain experience." Looking at Pushkin, who was only as tall as his chest, Alexander was confident enough to teach him a lesson, no matter what. With fists or mouth.
"Brother, what are you doing here? Where did that paper man come from?" Alexander's younger brother, the fifth prince of the Sluo Empire, watched with curious eyes as his brother frantically tore apart a paper man with some name written on it. , causing confetti to fly everywhere.
"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.
Is there any connection between the explosion just now and this? What is this
"Really, why don't you just find a little girl to coerce you into something like this?"
"Hmph, looking at your stunted appearance, you don't look like any of us from the Royal Si Luo family. If you don't change your innocent character, you will definitely be exiled in the future, and then you will be raped like a military police captain because you don't understand women. Kill those idiots in a duel. If you want to grow up quickly, learn from me and duel with more people to gain experience." Looking at Pushkin, who was only as tall as his chest, Alexander was confident enough to teach him a lesson, no matter what. With fists or mouth.
The strong hatred, terrifying will, and fighting spirit that will never admit defeat gave him unprecedented power.
"Really, why don't you just find a little girl to coerce you into something like this?"
From the outside, it looks like a box wrapped in something hard. Through the translucent shell, you can vaguely see the living tissue with signs of activity inside.
That look was not looking at his brother, but looking at some completely unknown "thing".
"So it's you, my useless little brother, what's the matter?" Alexander finally returned to reality from his fantasy world and looked at his younger brother, Prince Pushkin, the fifth heir to the throne of the Silo Empire.
Just as the two brothers were having a heated discussion about how to coerce the little girl, a strange muffled sound exploded, and the small pond next to them splashed with water, and then a somewhat incomplete black fragment emerged from the air. fell down.
"Don't touch it!" Prince Alexander felt that the black fragment had a strange smell.
"What is this!" Alexander waved the knife vigorously and made several deep marks on Cocoon's body. The first few cuts had some effect. But soon, Cocoon's flexibility reached an extremely terrifying level, completely ignoring his attacks.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Pushkin blinked in confusion, and then he realized that the world he saw was completely different from before.
"Bang!" Inadvertently, Pushkin's fingers touched the crystal-like part in the center of the fragment, and the fragment split open as if it sensed something.
The colors, smells, and even the flow of air and the vague mist surrounding it are more than a hundred times clearer than before. At the same time, his hands and feet seemed to have endless strength, and it seemed that all he needed to do was wave his hand. Everything in front of him, including his brother, can be completely erased.
"I know!" Pushkin touched his head and went to buy bread obediently.
"This is alive!" Pushkin was shocked and quickly let go of his hand.
By a small pond in the forest.
The blood and bone marrow were invaded by that strange thing and began to undergo unknown changes. It wasn't very painful, but the feeling that the body was becoming different from its original shape little by little made people feel extremely frightened.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Pushkin blinked in confusion, and then he realized that the world he saw was completely different from before.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
"What is this!" Alexander waved the knife vigorously and made several deep marks on Cocoon's body. The first few cuts had some effect. But soon, Cocoon's flexibility reached an extremely terrifying level, completely ignoring his attacks.
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"Brother, you laugh so horribly, is there anything good you can do?"
Is there any connection between the explosion just now and this? What is this
Then it was too late.
"Are you... my brother?" Alexander asked Pushkin in a voice that was not so sure, and should be said to be completely suspicious. It looked like he was obviously not confident in his current appearance.
"Are you... my brother?" Alexander asked Pushkin in a voice that was not so sure, and should be said to be completely suspicious. It looked like he was obviously not confident in his current appearance.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Countless black tentacle-like biological tissues grew out of the cracked crystal, then formed a huge net and pounced on Pushkin who was caught off guard.
"I, am I still talking?" Pushkin looked at his brother in surprise. He thought he was dead. Especially when his consciousness disappeared just now, he really thought that he had returned to the embrace of the Supreme God.
"This is alive!" Pushkin was shocked and quickly let go of his hand.
It's a pity that he didn't get her hair, otherwise he wouldn't mind trying the straw doll curse killing method mentioned in a forbidden book of ancient magic. It is said that this is a bloody curse with a success rate of over 90%.
In his opinion, this younger brother is just a kid who doesn't know anything. With his overly childish and kind-hearted character, not to mention inheriting the throne, even being able to take charge of his natal duchy is a big problem.
When this swing reached a limit, he swung it fiercely, and the knife in his hand tore out a black half-moon-shaped force and slashed 'Yusis'. The light of sun-catching energy clashes burst into the air, and the air waves caused by the shock wave instantly swept across the entire forest.
He couldn't breathe. His ears, mouth, nose, and all the passages in his body seemed to be blocked. Something "terrible" was invading and changing his body.
Just as the two brothers were having a heated discussion about how to coerce the little girl, a strange muffled sound exploded, and the small pond next to them splashed with water, and then a somewhat incomplete black fragment emerged from the air. fell down.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Without even having time to shout, Pushkin's whole body was wrapped in those black tissues, turning into a huge black cocoon-like thing. Some milky white gas surrounded the cocoon, and then everything was sucked in by the cocoon.
He, he, what he hates the most is violence!
"Dueling is not good. I don't like dueling." Pushkin shook his head. He loves light, loves poetry, hates violence, and he has never thought about such a thing as a duel.
Next time, I will definitely find a way to steal her hair and let her know the power of mysterious knowledge from ancient language magic... The corners of Prince Alexander's mouth were cracked with this invisible idea, like a pumpkin puppet on Devil's Day.
A clean, one-hit kill, without any tricks. Alexander could even see the world of red and black passing by him, smelling of blood and death.
Under the shadow of the big tree, Alexander's expression looked extremely solemn. He turned to his side and faced his enemy, and slowly moved the hand holding the bread knife. With each swing, the amplitude of the arm's swing increased, and the frequency became faster and faster. Gradually, there was a loud sound of breaking through the air, and the space began to ripple with waves visible to the naked eye.
He, he, what he hates the most is violence!
In his opinion, this younger brother is just a kid who doesn't know anything. With his overly childish and kind-hearted character, not to mention inheriting the throne, even being able to take charge of his natal duchy is a big problem.
"I, am I still talking?" Pushkin looked at his brother in surprise. He thought he was dead. Especially when his consciousness disappeared just now, he really thought that he had returned to the embrace of the Supreme God.
"What is this!" Alexander waved the knife vigorously and made several deep marks on Cocoon's body. The first few cuts had some effect. But soon, Cocoon's flexibility reached an extremely terrifying level, completely ignoring his attacks.
"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.
"I know!" Pushkin touched his head and went to buy bread obediently.
Pushkin, who was in the cocoon, had almost completely lost consciousness.
Pushkin, who was in the cocoon, had almost completely lost consciousness.
"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.
"So it's you, my useless little brother, what's the matter?" Alexander finally returned to reality from his fantasy world and looked at his younger brother, Prince Pushkin, the fifth heir to the throne of the Silo Empire.
The colors, smells, and even the flow of air and the vague mist surrounding it are more than a hundred times clearer than before. At the same time, his hands and feet seemed to have endless strength, and it seemed that all he needed to do was wave his hand. Everything in front of him, including his brother, can be completely erased.
"I know!" Pushkin touched his head and went to buy bread obediently.
He couldn't breathe. His ears, mouth, nose, and all the passages in his body seemed to be blocked. Something "terrible" was invading and changing his body.
The strong hatred, terrifying will, and fighting spirit that will never admit defeat gave him unprecedented power.
And this is not a human hand, or even the hand of any kind of creature. If I had to describe it, it looks a bit like insect-like limbs that have been magnified many times.
He couldn't breathe. His ears, mouth, nose, and all the passages in his body seemed to be blocked. Something "terrible" was invading and changing his body.
"What is this!" Pushkin, who had accepted the last inheritance of an unlucky experimental subject who died at the hands of the Sword Witch without knowing it, cried out without tears.
Yes, that's the name, the name that made him gnash his teeth and want to tear it into pieces and eat it! His fateful enemy!
Without even having time to shout, Pushkin's whole body was wrapped in those black tissues, turning into a huge black cocoon-like thing. Some milky white gas surrounded the cocoon, and then everything was sucked in by the cocoon.
The blood and bone marrow were invaded by that strange thing and began to undergo unknown changes. It wasn't very painful, but the feeling that the body was becoming different from its original shape little by little made people feel extremely frightened.
"That doesn't seem very good..."
"I know!" Pushkin touched his head and went to buy bread obediently.
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"..." The feast of bloody killings (which only existed in Prince Alexander's own fantasy) was ruined, which made Alexander somewhat dissatisfied. Fortunately, the enemy 'Yusis' has died without a burial place, which finally did not completely ruin the fun.
"This is alive!" Pushkin was shocked and quickly let go of his hand.
"This is alive!" Pushkin was shocked and quickly let go of his hand.
It feels like your body is being eaten bit by bit by something invisible, and then spit out again. Starting from the hands and feet, and finally developing towards the inside of the body, no corner is spared.
Pushkin, who was in the cocoon, had almost completely lost consciousness.
"Drink!" He held the knife in his hand and gathered his energy and spirit together. The world lost its color in front of him, leaving only his only enemy - that country girl who didn't know how thick the earth was and how high the sky was. Her name seemed to be Called 'Usis'.
By a small pond in the forest.
"So it's you, my useless little brother, what's the matter?" Alexander finally returned to reality from his fantasy world and looked at his younger brother, Prince Pushkin, the fifth heir to the throne of the Silo Empire.
Was I eaten? Pushkin was scared, but there was nothing he could do. He had never wanted to inherit the throne and only liked poetry. He had no idea what was happening and could only passively accept his terrible fate.
Brutal stabbing, slashing, peeling, hacking, slashing, chopping, and picking, in the blink of an eye, 'Yusis' was turned into scattered parts and was ravaged.
He, he, what he hates the most is violence!
"Brother, what's wrong?" Pushkin blinked in confusion, and then he realized that the world he saw was completely different from before.
A clean, one-hit kill, without any tricks. Alexander could even see the world of red and black passing by him, smelling of blood and death.
"That doesn't seem very good..."
Pushkin, who was in the cocoon, had almost completely lost consciousness.
Alexander, the fourth prince of Sluo Kingdom who was defeated miserably by Teddy, the Black and White Earth Bear King, was venting his anger in his own way in the forest.
From the outside, it looks like a box wrapped in something hard. Through the translucent shell, you can vaguely see the living tissue with signs of activity inside.
When the corrosive power reached his heart, his consciousness finally disappeared. Vaguely, he knew that he was different. But he didn't understand what was different in the end. He just felt that there was some kind of extremely powerful life tissue that had merged with him.
"Drink!" He held the knife in his hand and gathered his energy and spirit together. The world lost its color in front of him, leaving only his only enemy - that country girl who didn't know how thick the earth was and how high the sky was. Her name seemed to be Called 'Usis'.
In his opinion, this younger brother is just a kid who doesn't know anything. With his overly childish and kind-hearted character, not to mention inheriting the throne, even being able to take charge of his natal duchy is a big problem.
Pushkin couldn't remember how much time had passed. When he regained consciousness, he only saw Alexander with his mouth wide open and looking at him like a monster.
Just as the two brothers were having a heated discussion about how to coerce the little girl, a strange muffled sound exploded, and the small pond next to them splashed with water, and then a somewhat incomplete black fragment emerged from the air. fell down.
"I, am I still talking?" Pushkin looked at his brother in surprise. He thought he was dead. Especially when his consciousness disappeared just now, he really thought that he had returned to the embrace of the Supreme God.
A clean, one-hit kill, without any tricks. Alexander could even see the world of red and black passing by him, smelling of blood and death.
"I know!" Pushkin touched his head and went to buy bread obediently.
"I, am I still talking?" Pushkin looked at his brother in surprise. He thought he was dead. Especially when his consciousness disappeared just now, he really thought that he had returned to the embrace of the Supreme God.
Then, he saw it, and saw a powerful arm with sharp elbow blades. It was an arm full of power that he absolutely did not have.
Was I eaten? Pushkin was scared, but there was nothing he could do. He had never wanted to inherit the throne and only liked poetry. He had no idea what was happening and could only passively accept his terrible fate.
And this is not a human hand, or even the hand of any kind of creature. If I had to describe it, it looks a bit like insect-like limbs that have been magnified many times.
"Hehehehehe..." Alexander's laughter was like a black magician trying to summon the devil in the basement. (His profession is knight...)
Pushkin couldn't remember how much time had passed. When he regained consciousness, he only saw Alexander with his mouth wide open and looking at him like a monster.
"Are you... my brother?" Alexander asked Pushkin in a voice that was not so sure, and should be said to be completely suspicious. It looked like he was obviously not confident in his current appearance.
Pushkin, who was in the cocoon, had almost completely lost consciousness.
"..." The feast of bloody killings (which only existed in Prince Alexander's own fantasy) was ruined, which made Alexander somewhat dissatisfied. Fortunately, the enemy 'Yusis' has died without a burial place, which finally did not completely ruin the fun.
Countless black tentacle-like biological tissues grew out of the cracked crystal, then formed a huge net and pounced on Pushkin who was caught off guard.
"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.
That look was not looking at his brother, but looking at some completely unknown "thing".
When this swing reached a limit, he swung it fiercely, and the knife in his hand tore out a black half-moon-shaped force and slashed 'Yusis'. The light of sun-catching energy clashes burst into the air, and the air waves caused by the shock wave instantly swept across the entire forest.
A clean, one-hit kill, without any tricks. Alexander could even see the world of red and black passing by him, smelling of blood and death.
hand? Pushkin raised his hand, feeling full of power.
It's a pity that he didn't get her hair, otherwise he wouldn't mind trying the straw doll curse killing method mentioned in a forbidden book of ancient magic. It is said that this is a bloody curse with a success rate of over 90%.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Pushkin blinked in confusion, and then he realized that the world he saw was completely different from before.
He had never felt like this before, and the thing he hated most was violence.
"Hmph, looking at your stunted appearance, you don't look like any of us from the Royal Si Luo family. If you don't change your innocent character, you will definitely be exiled in the future, and then you will be raped like a military police captain because you don't understand women. Kill those idiots in a duel. If you want to grow up quickly, learn from me and duel with more people to gain experience." Looking at Pushkin, who was only as tall as his chest, Alexander was confident enough to teach him a lesson, no matter what. With fists or mouth.
hand? Pushkin raised his hand, feeling full of power.
"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.
That look was not looking at his brother, but looking at some completely unknown "thing".
The colors, smells, and even the flow of air and the vague mist surrounding it are more than a hundred times clearer than before. At the same time, his hands and feet seemed to have endless strength, and it seemed that all he needed to do was wave his hand. Everything in front of him, including his brother, can be completely erased.
By a small pond in the forest.
Alexander, the fourth prince of Sluo Kingdom who was defeated miserably by Teddy, the Black and White Earth Bear King, was venting his anger in his own way in the forest.
Pushkin, who was in the cocoon, had almost completely lost consciousness.
"Are you... my brother?" Alexander asked Pushkin in a voice that was not so sure, and should be said to be completely suspicious. It looked like he was obviously not confident in his current appearance.
Then it was too late.
Pushkin couldn't remember how much time had passed. When he regained consciousness, he only saw Alexander with his mouth wide open and looking at him like a monster.
Although their personalities are completely different, his interest in poetry is exactly the same as Alexander's (with completely different purposes). This is also the biggest reason why he and this brother get along so well.
He had never felt like this before, and the thing he hated most was violence.
"That doesn't seem very good..."
The blood and bone marrow were invaded by that strange thing and began to undergo unknown changes. It wasn't very painful, but the feeling that the body was becoming different from its original shape little by little made people feel extremely frightened.
It feels like your body is being eaten bit by bit by something invisible, and then spit out again. Starting from the hands and feet, and finally developing towards the inside of the body, no corner is spared.
That look was not looking at his brother, but looking at some completely unknown "thing".
"So it's you, my useless little brother, what's the matter?" Alexander finally returned to reality from his fantasy world and looked at his younger brother, Prince Pushkin, the fifth heir to the throne of the Silo Empire.
Brutal stabbing, slashing, peeling, hacking, slashing, chopping, and picking, in the blink of an eye, 'Yusis' was turned into scattered parts and was ravaged.
Then it was too late.
hand? Pushkin raised his hand, feeling full of power.
It feels like your body is being eaten bit by bit by something invisible, and then spit out again. Starting from the hands and feet, and finally developing towards the inside of the body, no corner is spared.
"Huh?" Pushkin curiously grabbed the black fragment that fell from nowhere.
"Brother, you laugh so horribly, is there anything good you can do?"
"Those who dare not duel are not qualified to become the emperor of Sluo Kingdom. Therefore, you can never become the real king. Since you are here, you must listen to me and buy me bread now." Alexander knocked. Pushkin's head shows his brother's authority.
The colors, smells, and even the flow of air and the vague mist surrounding it are more than a hundred times clearer than before. At the same time, his hands and feet seemed to have endless strength, and it seemed that all he needed to do was wave his hand. Everything in front of him, including his brother, can be completely erased.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Pushkin blinked in confusion, and then he realized that the world he saw was completely different from before.
The strong hatred, terrifying will, and fighting spirit that will never admit defeat gave him unprecedented power.
Then, he saw it, and saw a powerful arm with sharp elbow blades. It was an arm full of power that he absolutely did not have.
He had never felt like this before, and the thing he hated most was violence.
In his opinion, this younger brother is just a kid who doesn't know anything. With his overly childish and kind-hearted character, not to mention inheriting the throne, even being able to take charge of his natal duchy is a big problem.
"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.
"That doesn't seem very good..."
In his opinion, this younger brother is just a kid who doesn't know anything. With his overly childish and kind-hearted character, not to mention inheriting the throne, even being able to take charge of his natal duchy is a big problem.
Pushkin couldn't remember how much time had passed. When he regained consciousness, he only saw Alexander with his mouth wide open and looking at him like a monster.
And this is not a human hand, or even the hand of any kind of creature. If I had to describe it, it looks a bit like insect-like limbs that have been magnified many times.
"Brother, you laugh so horribly, is there anything good you can do?"
"Brother, I am not young anymore. I am already fourteen years old this year." Pushkin looked helplessly at his brother, Prince Alexander, who had the typical characteristics of the royal family of the Slovak Empire.
Under the shadow of the big tree, Alexander's expression looked extremely solemn. He turned to his side and faced his enemy, and slowly moved the hand holding the bread knife. With each swing, the amplitude of the arm's swing increased, and the frequency became faster and faster. Gradually, there was a loud sound of breaking through the air, and the space began to ripple with waves visible to the naked eye.
Pushkin couldn't remember how much time had passed. When he regained consciousness, he only saw Alexander with his mouth wide open and looking at him like a monster.
"Dueling is not good. I don't like dueling." Pushkin shook his head. He loves light, loves poetry, hates violence, and he has never thought about such a thing as a duel.
"Bang!" Inadvertently, Pushkin's fingers touched the crystal-like part in the center of the fragment, and the fragment split open as if it sensed something.
Under the shadow of the big tree, Alexander's expression looked extremely solemn. He turned to his side and faced his enemy, and slowly moved the hand holding the bread knife. With each swing, the amplitude of the arm's swing increased, and the frequency became faster and faster. Gradually, there was a loud sound of breaking through the air, and the space began to ripple with waves visible to the naked eye.
The blood and bone marrow were invaded by that strange thing and began to undergo unknown changes. It wasn't very painful, but the feeling that the body was becoming different from its original shape little by little made people feel extremely frightened.
"What is this!" Pushkin, who had accepted the last inheritance of an unlucky experimental subject who died at the hands of the Sword Witch without knowing it, cried out without tears.
…
"Hmph, looking at your stunted appearance, you don't look like any of us from the Royal Si Luo family. If you don't change your innocent character, you will definitely be exiled in the future, and then you will be raped like a military police captain because you don't understand women. Kill those idiots in a duel. If you want to grow up quickly, learn from me and duel with more people to gain experience." Looking at Pushkin, who was only as tall as his chest, Alexander was confident enough to teach him a lesson, no matter what. With fists or mouth.
He, he, what he hates the most is violence!
When the corrosive power reached his heart, his consciousness finally disappeared. Vaguely, he knew that he was different. But he didn't understand what was different in the end. He just felt that there was some kind of extremely powerful life tissue that had merged with him.
"I know!" Pushkin touched his head and went to buy bread obediently.
Without even having time to shout, Pushkin's whole body was wrapped in those black tissues, turning into a huge black cocoon-like thing. Some milky white gas surrounded the cocoon, and then everything was sucked in by the cocoon.
"..." The feast of bloody killings (which only existed in Prince Alexander's own fantasy) was ruined, which made Alexander somewhat dissatisfied. Fortunately, the enemy 'Yusis' has died without a burial place, which finally did not completely ruin the fun.
"Brother, what are you doing here? Where did that paper man come from?" Alexander's younger brother, the fifth prince of the Sluo Empire, watched with curious eyes as his brother frantically tore apart a paper man with some name written on it. , causing confetti to fly everywhere.
"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.
"Don't touch it!" Prince Alexander felt that the black fragment had a strange smell.
The colors, smells, and even the flow of air and the vague mist surrounding it are more than a hundred times clearer than before. At the same time, his hands and feet seemed to have endless strength, and it seemed that all he needed to do was wave his hand. Everything in front of him, including his brother, can be completely erased.