A Wish to Grab Happiness

The intense rays of purple electricity engraved on the body are brilliant, accompanied by a great diversity. The treasure sword was beside Roseau's comatose flame, and made his body shine greatly, and he was so present that he could not even swallow the flame, that he merely followed his Lord.

I think so. Or something like that. The treasure sword remained in the hand of the Lord and moved to squeal his nose.

Demons, people called demonic species. They are bewitched by beasts with the dead, wheels, witches, etc.

If the Warcraft is merely a being in which beasts and men have been invaded by demons, these demonic species are indisputably the direct line of the Great Demon. Those who have benefited from the Great Demon.

I see, then naturally people are good enemies. Though not even family members, they are the ones whose hearts have been grabbed by the demonic nature itself. The body is no longer apart from man.

If so, there can be no rivalry against them where humans have diligently wielded their art and martial arts. Killing them requires miracles at all times. That's what humans shouldn't be able to grasp.

The only person who can perform such a miracle and grasp glory in that way is a hero chosen by destiny at any given time, or a brave man with the love of God. Until that time when they are elected to the world, people are just being crushed by them.

Then the treasure sword remains hollow with the purple power lines drawn, I think.

- Then my Lord will naturally cut this one down. It's easier than killing a sleeping beast.

Have yourself because you are a hero, and kill this because you are a hero. It can't be any clearer and easier to understand than this.

There is something very, very delightful about killing heroes and the treasure sword that bears that name. It was that he and the Lord were united, and he finally walked down the path he called a hero.

Even so, though it is not dangerous to narrow your eyes and walk in a very dazzling way. This time, if the body is no longer human, the gut will rot in heat and live. What the Lord has here is proof that the Lord has made his flesh a hero, too. Well, strange magic was reaching out to him, but he's a little handicapped. Still, delightful. If I'm gonna tell you, I'm proud of you.

Again, who shall say unto the LORD himself that he is mediocre? I won't let those stupid words throw up. If that's what you're doing, you might even show them a miracle.

A treasure sword, shaking. While the blade drew an arc, it slashed the sky. Fire powder shakes its body and disappears.

And. Interpretation, this in front of me is one seed that Altius sowed. Then where is the reason why you cannot kill?

We were once the mystery and miracle itself created by the great demon Altius by braiding its magic. The Spirit, so to speak. How can we defeat something to the extent that we have been given exquisite demonic remnants?

- Come on, Lord. Joy, miracles have come to pass here.

A faint flame blew up in the dark.

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- Bhu, n.

The beginning is the heavy sound that slashes that air. It was one axe, thrown at me trying to poke my surprise from behind Roseau.

Though not clearly visible, his lord must be Vestalinu. Behind the flames, I could see the shadows moving willingly. So after stepping forward, I was also deciding how to move.

Stay in a falling position, step in short legs and stick your shoulders out. Stay completely forward, forward. In front of him, the flame is as fierce as a serpent, and he cries, entangling his prey. Roseau himself had also taken an attempt to swing through his right arm.

If you're surrounded by that freshly burning heat, you don't have to breathe at the end of the day, maybe even a breath, and it's all over. Your throat burns, your lungs rot. Your limbs will turn into charcoal.

So to kill this one. There's not a breath in between, and I just have to kill him without even giving him as much respite as a blink. Kill, smash your belly, choke your heart.

One step, I took it. An overlapping flaming serpent burns her skin into a prank. At the same time, he was approaching Roseau's rear head as the throwing axe waved its heavy body fully.

It's about Vestalinu, he must have shot me to attract Roseau's attention so he wouldn't punch me through the body. Everywhere is serious, or what? Of course, thank you very much.

If a demon, albeit a demon, decides himself through the armor, he has to throw his consciousness out for a moment. It was understood in an ambush blow. That's why I think Vestalinu aimed behind the skull that would be most effective. Even though Roseau is no longer a burning flame per se, if the boulder bounces off the cranial area, it should be somewhat effective.

In the dark, I open my eyes and assume Roseau's movements. Anticipated, discerned, and thus put the treasure sword on the line drawn.

I don't know if that track is right or not. I'm not sure. You can't even hold it. The only thing I'm sure of is that at the next moment, it's either me or Roseau, either body is dispersed. Nothing but believable ingredients.

Still believed in it. Yeah, but I couldn't be anything but scared to shrink from losing it. At the end of the day, there was nothing left in this hand.

If I'm going to die anyway, I want to die inside the script I drew myself. I don't want to die on someone else's stage.

Intense purple spills the firepowder. My eyes traced the orbit I had in mind to say that the sword was even easier. A smooth line is drawn, as if the treasure sword itself had a willingness to do so. It rips Roseau's left side, and that's how he chooses his heart, a blow.

- G., Cha.

A heavy noise rang. It's the sound of an axe blade plundering Roseau's skull. It was the sound of crushing something that could not be called meat or flame.

As soon as I touched Roseau, the heat quickly eats away the axe. It should nevertheless be noted that it is not easy to take a severe impact, which is inherently fatal.

About, that knee shakes. It was less than a moment, but I did see Roseau's flame flash. His eyes, which were shining bright light, are shaking white and black.

If it was meant to be, I'm sure it was a blow you should have even knelt with this demon. So much agitation, Roseau's eyes did remember.

"- Gah, aah, aah!

Still, he is. Roseau swayed his right arm, which became a fire pillar, into our samurai. The shock of rushing through, the upset, would have thrown everything away and shaken it off, flaming.

That's just supreme. Roseau, who would be an amateur in his warfare moves, relegated carelessly, just a dozen demonic strikes to kill his opponent and burn down his resentful enemies. If you swallow it, people will undoubtedly be dispersed.

Looking at the flame in front of him, he then crossed with the red, but emitted a flash of violet electricity. Slight, narrow eyes. After all, nature and my chest understood that me and this guy were alike.

Without hating the blow that came down on itself, he wields his authority over our samurai, the likeness of which. He was shot through the skull in a distorted way, shaking his arms to kill his enemies.

- Yeah, I'll do that for you, too, Roseau. Bye, fellow countrymen.

At the end of a moment that seemed distracting, the heat didn't leak a whimper, and it collapsed.