A Wish to Grab Happiness

Suddenly, Kalia had the feeling of swallowing large amounts of blood directly into her body. Doesn't mean there's a feeling close to it. Undoubtedly, a new blood is pouring into my body right now. Such a tough feeling.

Nausea scratches his throat, and vivid pain burns his eyes.

Second, if a moment of pain passes, the next pain eats off the limbs again. So much so that I wonder if the guts themselves are spitting out blood.

What is this? Karia doesn't have time to ask herself what happened. Without knowing, the Great Temple disappears from sight, even the sound disappears into the darkness.

There's only one thing I hear in it. The cry of a giant who even seems to scream.

"- My flesh is no longer nestled with maggots, my eyes that look to the future can no longer be the orbits of cancer and see one"

It's close to screaming. It's hard to pick up words. Understanding is tantamount to suffering. But what happened, Kalia just heard it and the scene came up in her sight.

Worms crawl around the body that has become rotten. A mighty man whose whole body is almost a bone itself, yet still survives and lies. The way the king of a former giant slept. His sleep will not awaken him until the day the world dies. Live close to eternity in the dark with a rotting body.

The scene coming into view was exactly the myth itself. No matter how much I try to shake it off, the scene sticks to my lid as an indisputable reality.

A presence in the myth still sleeps and exhales at the bottom of the earth. Karia felt a tough emotion in her gut just as such an imagination went through her spine.

"You won't be able to grab this hand that once reached the tip of the horizon, or now Altius' hair tip"

Altius. The word is lit with passion by Kalia's claws.

That's the name Rugis was referring to and speaking of the Holy Virgin of the Catholic Church. The name of those who are thus still threatening themselves.

Yeah, what happened to Rugis? What happened to that witch? What am I doing now? Such thoughts roam Kalia's skull, and his feet flutter.

But I just don't think it's such a Kalia confusion or anything I found out about. The giant's voice shook Karia's entire body.

"My little bloodline. If you pity yourself, if you stand in front of Altius."

In an attempt to give blood tribal favor, the giant speaks. That's with the pressure that could just crush Kalia.

What an unsolicited statement, Karia thought. To hear what I have to say, perhaps the tragedy that is happening to me now must also be the work of this giant.

The Great Demon Flimsrat. An arrogant, formerly champion who believed in power and trampled the earth. The King of the Giants, who did not even send human shards.

So he who was defeated by Altius.

Karia snorts like a snort. From the nostrils, I smelled dark iron.

Well, whatever the circumstances, in short, that's all I'm saying to those who once trampled on themselves, trying to use their offspring to fang them. And the king of giants.

After a moment, there may be multiple thoughts behind it, or there may have been more confusion than you can even imagine.

But that doesn't matter to Kalia. The only thing that matters is one. I say, chewing down the paralysis running through my gums. There was an excessively large amount of heat on the palm of my hand.

"- If you want to talk about things in words, be a poet. What I profess is not like that."

Karia ripples her lips by squeezing the words of the king of giants, that's how the heat is on her palm. The flat heat of his hands echoed Kalia's words, but as he rocked himself in the hollow of nothing, he formed one form.

Moment after moment, the sound of a whispering ear strokes Karia's ear. Unlike earlier screams, it was like a voice when it disappeared.

- My mythology runs out here. Little giant. Let's hope you never fall to the ground.

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They are a wave of swords reminiscent of Claymore. The color of the intense black scarlet wrapped around it like blood distorts the eye of the beholder without exception.

The whole thing is rigidly applied and stiffened, and dubious dull appearance as to whether there really is a blade or not. At first glance, it reminds me of an iron pillar, no longer a sword. Its style may slightly exceed a person's height.

Swordsman will speak, this is not a sword. Adventurers will talk, this is not a weapon that people wield. Besides, it's not a tool that people handle.

Divergent everywhere if applied to the boundaries of human intelligence. One of those waves that I can't very well call weapons etc.

So I'm sure that a woman named Karia-Birdnick, who shakes them loosely, was no longer in the human framework. The atmosphere swings in response to the movement of the Great Sword, leaking a whimper.

The first thing I noticed about that great sword was the golden eye.

Altius opens his eyes so much that he seems to stop exhaling, and the golden thread that was crawling out of his fingertips reflexively lowers its neck.

"Flim, Surat."

A voice full of pure amazement. It was the first sound Altius made to hear.

In sight is the great sword of heresy. I don't remember building it if I hadn't seen it. But Altius is not so foolish as to know what lies in the Great Dollar.

Flimsrat, king of giants, its primitive.

You can't even look at it wrong. The figure is very different, symbolized by the king of giants who once crushed the nations of man overnight. A hammer that crushes a world that has tormented itself to the very end.

Thus, there is only one thing that proves the existence of Flimsrat. How could Karia-Birdnick have it?

The original is the root of the power of the Great Demon, the Demon, to prove himself in that way.

Giving them to someone else, albeit a blood family, means losing their place of existence. What lies ahead is the disappearance of the Great Devil and the Devil's most awe-inspiring beings.

Not even death, the end of nothingness.

It was accepted by the king of that arrogant extreme giant. Thought I entrusted everything to my blood clan. Altius stomped firmly on the earth where he came to the thought.

Are you upset or frightened? For a moment, the golden thread kept its body hollow. Exactly while breathtaking.

But for a ten-year-old recorder, it was a moment that seemed like eternity.

Purple electricity draws a circle and prunes it to shave off a number of stretched threads. A bloodstained green military uniform appeared to be about a step away.

Rugis, the Great Evil One. A man whose spirit he wields.

"-"

I can see him opening his mouth, letting even blood stick to his eyelids. He seemed to be telling Arueno something. Altius' lips wave for a moment. No, that would be Arueno's will, I'm sure.

Altius rocked his fingertips as he narrowed his eyes.

His arms still don't reach him. No, it can't even arrive. Because I don't even assume such a musical book. Impossible.

But he couldn't even get close to himself. He is now at a distance where he can even reach his voice. Is it Ouhul who is in this Dayuan? No, or himself.

Delayed in his thoughts during the blink, Artius opens his eyes. In front of me, there was a flash of black scarlet. The silver hair of Karia is well visible.

King of giants. Its primaries are swung up toward heaven as it involves the surrounding space. At this great temple in the sanctuary of the giant, it was the first time in a long time that he had gained vitality, but it became a wild storm and showed his fangs. If you are like the Great Temple, you will chew it up easily.

Absolutely, there's enough for script-breaking. Altius distorted his eyes.

The primitive of Flimsrat is ruin itself. Will to tear even the earth apart. They don't even have one hesitation, they swing through.

- "The Giant Myth" (Flimsrat)

Ancient myths became the flash of black scarlet, swallowing the Great Temple.