A Wish to Grab Happiness

Even the world screams, the giant's haughty arm was there.

The lid that covers the sky crumbles away, and even the wind that strokes the universe is torn apart by its momentum. The hammer, which seemed too much to crush the mountains, is swung down in the other realm.

The subject is just one. The full power of the ancestral giant was coming down on the body of someone who seemed even as sandy as a hammer.

That's just the way it's all over itself. The more you say it's just a fantasy, if a person's body is struck down, the presence can disappear at that point.

It's not crushed or broken. Disappear, no flesh, no bones, no drop of blood left. No magic, no small craftsmanship, just an overwhelming primitive authority is at its disposal.

And it came to pass, and golden in the shape of a man moaned his head, and said,

"- Whatever the original hammer is real, it would be a fantasy. I wonder if the impotence passes. King of the Giants, the Great Demon Flimsrat"

Man's flesh sounds as he distorts his lips. There was not only the atmosphere of the main arueno of the body, nor the will, but also the appearance of the divine Spirit that floated a dazzling light.

The truth of it, I think I can see it. A contour engraved in the soul emerges on the superficial layer as if it had been sensed by the authority of a giant.

I can see it nagging. It's in the shape of a person but no longer a person. It was just a vivid, exfoliating demonization itself.

Giants don't respond to demonic voices. I don't have any reaction. Just with tremendous hostility towards the other person, I barked.

- Ooh, ooh, ooh.

That is the heavenly high, as it sounds to the bottom of the earth. While swinging through the hammer.

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When Karia's silver eyes licked the altar of the Great Temple, there seemed to be nothing there at first sight. Dim ahead is not as clear as a cloud. No sound, no voice, I couldn't even feel the atmosphere where people were.

If it's meant to be, I guess we should leave early at a place like this and go find someone else to look for. It's about that guy, it's not like I know what I'm gonna do to a gap with my eyes off.

But only today, it's not on its own. Karia had a taste of blood all over her body that conveyed a strange feeling for a long time.

The indescribable feeling of blood biting from the inside out so strongly that it's going to flood out of your whole body. Skin lights up and exhales are rough everywhere.

I have never been in such a state before. It's as if the blood that runs through your body is violent and crazy.

That's how their blood speaks. That man, Rugis, is there. In thin darkness.

I don't like it, I got a feeling. Karia's heart makes a louder noise and rings harder. The sweat that licked my cheek was strangely hot. Blood is pointing out, it's still dark. Still something, I could see.

With the thought of looking at the bottom of the quiet sea, Karia opens her eyes wide. Silver was brilliant with tremors.

There was certainly a figure of him there. Dressed with green military uniforms dyed in black blood and white blades from their own flesh.

Reflectively, breathing stops. For a moment Kalia didn't even know what to do.

Fingertips sway as if lost, feet flutter. In the skull it turned bright white and the noble things of thought and so on disappeared.

I don't like it, I have a feeling. An unpleasant imagination snaps inside my head.

Make sure you shake them all off, and Kalia runs to its lying flesh. Touch your cheeks, it's as cold as ice.

It's not simply cold. Just the heat that should be in the living is lost. Nature and Karia's throat, spit licked.

I was sure. Rugis will be dead soon enough. No, even that soul may have already been lost.

There was no respite. So Karia never got lost.

- Without a slight hesitation, I hold the wound that was made on my own shoulder with my own silver sword and now I will not make a decision. Blood jumped.

That sight doesn't seem very sane from the edge. Not even Kalia herself can say that it is the action of the end of sanity.

The eyes run bright and bright, and the body jumps around as if a good amount of blood were willing. They overflowed from his shoulders at times and poured into Kalia's fingers.

Karia opens Rugis' lips with a gesture that can be described as polite. Kalia's hand was conveyed and blood poured straight into Rugis's mouth.

Karia wasn't absolutely sure. I just had a feeling it wouldn't be a word.

Blood coincidence. My own blood once contained in Rugis's mouth. That's what's still sitting in Rugis' body.

Only then does the blood correspond to itself in this cold body, but it has fever and pulses. Perhaps it was his own blood that brought him here.

Then you may be able to share the heat with Rugis with your own blood. Paranoia, which can also be described as such fools, was a good enough reason to do self-harm if you take it to Kalia.

And. Anyway, there's nothing else I can do.

I can only wield the sword in question, if there is anything I can bet on, it doesn't seem like a bet. Karia loosened her cheeks by forgetting even the pain surrounding her whole body. Try to talk to Rugis and tell him.

"What, if you can't, we'll die together. Don't worry, Rugis."

That seemed to be telling Rugis, and it seemed to be telling himself. I don't expect anything like words coming back, such words.

But there were words accordingly. The hallmark voice echoes the temple.

"You don't like it. What happened to your ambition on the battlefield? Giving up was created by people who couldn't be more convenient if we gave up."

Binoculars and hair of the same color rise in thin darkness. Elves' queen, Eldis, said so in a mild tone as if she had imitated Rugis.

However, its complexion is not as familiar as the tone. Her skin was pale and her cheeks, which were whiter than before, looked extra white and clear. He has a hard expression and seems to be very unsafe.

Eldis looks at the blood running out of Kalia's hand as he flexes right beside him and says: Kalia found that her eyes were soaked and thinned.

"- I guess ancestral returns. It's rare to happen with giant blood muscles. But it should go well with elf spirituality."

As such, Elves are made, Eldis said, even with a mocking atmosphere.

So without any hesitation, Eldis crawls his hands on Rugis' body and activates the cause and effect of spirituality.

A surgical ceremony crawls around, stroking Eldis' skin. It was a solidified surgical formula and a manifested curse. It conveys the skin loosely and flows to Rugis' body as if it were a ride away.

That's no longer even called an origin spell. What the Spirit's beloved son was born for, not all human beings, but only one individual.

Oh, loving. Oh, hateful. That's why I'll curse you. That's why I'll tie you up. A muddy surgical ceremony rushes around Erdis' body, devouring such emotions.

Eldis, I think. Rugis' body is losing that heat now, and that's how his soul is about to be lost. If Karia had the blood of a giant, she would be able to apply heat to that body.

Except for the soul. Once stripped from the body, the soul does not leave the hand of the Reaper so easily. It is the work of God and the devil that can do it.

Eldis is not a god or a devil. I can't possibly put my soul at hand and manipulate it freely. When it comes to what you can do, the sperm just curses and binds you.

Yes, then you should tie him up and lock him up.

Rugis is still dressed in a spiritual outfit to which Erdis is full of spirit. That's like spiritual art, in other words, keeping Eldis' spell intact. The flesh so devoured by the spell is the same thing that accepted the spell as it was.

Only then will it be easy to tie the soul of Rugis to a prison named Flesh with a new technique again now. Just stitch yourself up by the curse. Let Rugis' body itself be cursed, just like blood.

Erdis injects his talent into his own surgical ceremony without taking any account of his own body, which his blood draws. No negligence or error is tolerated. If it happens, perhaps Rugis' soul will be lost as it is.

Trying to hold her cheeks together, Eldis laughed. That is unacceptable.

Whatever happened, we swapped our vows. Then I have a duty to fulfill it, even if I cut my body slightly. Erdis remembered in his brain what Rugis once said.

Rugis said he wouldn't let Eldis get away with it. That's why Erdis swore to Rugis again.

- Be sure to let them get away with it. That's even with death.