I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Foul-smelling organs and green blood flowed all over the floor.

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He threw the gun blade away, and then carefully stuffed his long black hair back into the hood.

Kurumi looked in the direction Iwan and Rick were fleeing, and then chased after them.

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"Hey... I said what are you running for??? I won't eat you." Kurumi stopped in front of the three of them, forcing the group to stop.

"The language of the Ex-Machina..."

Rick was condensed and said bitterly to the two behind him.

Among the tomes plagiarized from various races, the Ex-Machina is a race that does not take the initiative to attack.

Now Iwan has been saved, which may not be a good thing.

Humans who have been relying on reducing their sense of existence for a long time and then survived the gap between wars.What can be good for being targeted by such a high-ranking race?

"Ah?" Kuang San finally realized what was wrong, this is not acceptable.

【Words of a Thousand】Activate——

Parse - Done.

Under the stunned gazes of the three, Kurumi took off his hood and poured out his black hair.

"No." She smiled, then took off her mask.

"In a sense...I am 'human'."

【probably】

Chapter 6 That's my 'pet'!right! 'pet'!

The fine snow that shone with blue brilliance fluttered.

In the rock crevice path extending far away, the girl lifted her hood in front of the few surviving humans.

The soft and beautiful long black hair shook gently, she closed her eyes and gently fluttered the strands of hair like waterfalls, swaying and swaying, and there was a good smell between the ends of her hair.

It was a fragrance that I had only occasionally smelled a long, long time ago.

A flashy thing called a flower.

Up to now, only the elves have the leisure and time to plant those things.

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Rick, Yale and Iwan stared at the 'angel' in front of them.

There is no strange tail, no gorgeous wings, no pointed or long ears, and no mechanical hanging unique to the Ex-Machina.

Everything...there seems to be only one answer left.

The ruthless guy in front of him who killed a monster with a single soldier was indeed a human being.

Of course... it doesn't rule out the illusion created by some boring upper race individual using magic.

Rick subconsciously looked at the spiritual needle plate in his hand.

It was an item made by inserting a pointer made of "Pyroxene", which could sense the reaction of a large number of spirits, and ordinary obsidian.It can sense the huge amount of spirits contained in the relatives of the gods and show their locations.

At the moment, except for a slight rotation caused by the "black and gray", the spiritual needle plate has no response.

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Turning his head slightly, Kuangsan combed his bangs, and then slowly opened his eyes.

The wine red eyes are lightly picked, and the cold light is restrained, like a rose with thorns, but it is extremely trustworthy.

It is the power that Fan Ya bestowed on Kurumi - an irresistible affinity.

"Human?" Rick asked back.

"Ah, human." Kurumi replied with a light smile.

...for a while, the scene fell into a somewhat eerie silence.

Everyone is human, why does your style of painting seem to be a little different from mine.

Rick stared at Kurumi, as if he wanted to see something in the bright red eyes that were only exposed.

Kuangsan stood on the rock with his hands in his pockets, with a smile on his face.The straight black hair was blown up by the wind.

Rick was wearing big goggles, and through the goggles... Kurumi could only see eyes that were like darkness, and could not reflect anything.

The guy in front of him is a special guy... Kurumi came to a conclusion.

That clear heart like dusty jewels...and the appearance that is almost identical to "Sora", the red fruit shows that - "I" is the protagonist.

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Rick squeezed the ouija disk tightly in his hand.

I really want to... I really want to know why she can kill the demon species.