"... hey"
I'm here. I'm serious. Not if you're on track and throwing up a throwaway dialogue or something. The sweat came out.
Give me a sword stabbed in the arm, hesitate for a moment, then yeah do it all at once!! and pull through thoughtfully.
Bush, and blood blowing out of the wound.
"Yikes giggles - yah, fuck off!!
I inadvertently throw up evil from too much pain and throw away the sword I pulled out.
Shit. I'm gonna cry.
Really, it hurts so much that I don't joke anymore. Super painful in a nutshell.
And the finger on the hand of the person who did the unplugging, which is not as bad as the wound on the arm, also hurts. It's definitely broken, this. Because the tip of your finger is bent in a direction that shouldn't be bent.
It was an almost unconscious attack, and I'm glad I could actually stab Todome...... I knew amateurs wouldn't do things they're not used to.
They often attack with a penetrating hand in a comic strip, but they're definitely all broken fingers. You look like nothing, but let it go. Because I'm just patient.
Don't let all the good kids get screwed.
When I open the item box, my fingertips don't move if I had a sword stabbed in my arm, so I stick my arm in a void rift with the hand of the one who broke my finger bone.
From there, when I remove the advanced potion elixir by grasping it in the palm of my hand, I pull out the cupon and plug with my mouth and hang it first on the arm of the person whose sword stabbed him.
"Uggh......"
A distressed voice that accidentally leaks from the mouth as the liquid touches the wound.
The wound is shuuuuuuu, it comes together and blocks up as if it were reverse regeneration, and eventually my usual arm appears as if it wasn't from the beginning, such as the wound.
Next, when I grabbed the advanced potion with my healed arm and hung it on my broken fingertips, this one also made some unpleasant noise with Beggi, Meggio, but without a few moments I went back to my complete finger.
I just tried to weigh myself in on using the advanced potion a while ago... I can't do this, this. There's no way I can do such a handy thing as weigh myself down.
Absolutely, who, that's such a stupid thing to think about. It's me.
But I learned. He said it was only through the use of this kind of convenience. There is no such thing as a dead body. It's about being an asshole and hesitating to use others.
Therefore, I have no choice but to use this. QED.
"No... and you were strong, Koitsu..."
Put the magic short gun that was dropping to the ground back on your hips, grab the pattern of sin and shoulder it, then look down at the immobile combat fanatics and squeal like that.
The last attack I just made, seriously, I thought I'd die, too.
At the same time as the sword stabbed me in the arm, I managed to twist my arm slightly, which shifted the tip of the sword, sparing me the fatal wound... but if I were to make a slow decision, facial skewering would have been an inevitable future.
Totally, it feels like we won by a status gap.
Physical abilities were too geographically different. The sword flash was sharper than I had ever seen before, but thanks to the Demon King's kingdom vision, I managed to keep capturing it.
Despite the fact that my level is much higher than mine, but I still have a higher status.
From what I've seen so far, apparently the rise in human talent is high, but even the Orihalcon-class adventurer, who still seems to have strength close to the apex in humans, doesn't get to my status as the Demon King.
- I guess that's the irresistible inequality between humans and other races.
However, assuming the Orihalcon class adventurer calls me in bundles...... that's a bit nasty. I'm confident he'll die easily.
... When we get back to the dungeon, let's say we reconsider the Dungeon Defense Plan and the Demon King's Physical Enhancement Plan.
In the meantime, this one has a paragraph, and now when I switch consciousness to chase Nell and the others.
- Parin, the sound of the glass breaking into my ear.
Almost at the same time, the hustle and noise that resounds so far outside the royal castle.
The direction of the sound is - up.
"What...?
Look up, but you don't know anything from here.
... What if the guys who went earlier even boobed in the fight?
On the castle, that would be where the great people are anyway, and it's highly likely that something happened to them heading that way.
... Well, there's no point in being here, and let's just go after him.
Going through the interior for a long time is... a bit of a pain in the ass.
Let's fly.
I checked the map, then visually confirmed that there were no eyes around me, and then activated the concealment.
Soon a pair of wings appear on his back, jumping up all at once.
Floating sensation that wraps around your whole body.
ground away in an instant.
I approached the source of the sound, and eventually it came into my sight - it seemed like a fierce riot.
On the other side of the window, the brave and the carotta, as well as the faces of the rescue troops, are dealing with the impending princely soldiers as they defend the king.
That other difference in strength is overwhelming, and it almost knocks down soldiers like armor cuffs... but in my eyes, that didn't show.
- What I was staring at was the back of that room.
Just a little up the stairs, standing like Ella, one man.
As far as the Soviet outfit and how the soldiers around you are protecting the man, it seems for sure that man is a prince......
What bothered me was the prince status screen, which I saw in my analytical skills.
- He's so (...) dying (...)!!