A Wish to Grab Happiness

He kicked his collapsing feet hard and threw his body forward. A white sword on his shoulder slashed the sky and roared majestically.

All you need is a moment. That settles it. I'm already in time.

Wave the white sword down, keeping the momentum jumping. Eyes that emit a hellish aurora and two horns. Separate them as they were, they smashed the brain of the warcraft Doha Sura. Warcraft's blood waves down my cheek.

He pierced his jaw from his skull and smashed it straight up to his spine, not to the extent of slitting his neck, as earlier. At the same time, breathlessly brighten the white sword.

I don't know the reason, but it's a warcraft that can survive a severed neck muscle. Is it fairly shabby or is it rigged? Then at least we have to make sure that we can't move.

Pull the tip of the sword and drive your hips as you kick up the opponent's bloody body. The white sword, shaken by the horizontal giraffe, unfortunately exerted its own weight, deciding through the flesh of the warcraft, breaking its abdomen as it was.

"It's not a mythical world, that's it."

Say what you want, then push the tip of your sword toward the upper body of Doha Sura, which is detached from the lower body and thrown off to the ground. flesh and blood, and the feeling of crushing my heart that way was certainly in my hands.

In my experience, most of us will die if we get to this point, no matter how many warcraft we do. Even a warcraft made of viscous bacteria, if you crush him to the shards, he'll die.

Normally, yes.

"... that it's over. Can I ask you one thing to celebrate?"

Tongues in the cheerfully told voice of Doha Sura as she contains blood in her mouth.

I thought it was odd to see where I couldn't find the nucleus, but it sucks. One speculation turns into something that seems certain. It's hard to think about, but there are still facts in front of us.

This guy is not the main body, he's a spirit.

He bit his teeth hard and spit out the blood accumulated in his mouth with his spit.

I've heard that some warcraft can cut their bodies into platoons like an army. They share their intelligence and memory in their individual willed habits. It is a single being, but it can exist as a large group.

But there really was such a presence, and that would be the story of the Divine Age. It's ridiculous.

To the words of Doha Sura, nod small. That's how I wiped the blood from the white sword as it was.

Whatever it is, he's already ruined. You can't act busy. At least now I didn't want to think that was enough. Although the expression cannot be very fragrant.

"Don't look nasty, the Warcraft has a broken heart, too, don't you?

Doha Sura says with a bitter smile as if she had forgotten the witchcraft she had shown earlier. I want you to say your bedtime words in your dreams. This one feels like he's been grabbed by a good mouth cheater.

He says, lips in order.

"... you, what are you mixing with blood? Finally, your bone teeth didn't evoke well. It must be your fault, that."

With that said, Doha Sura fluttered her body, which would hardly move, and glanced toward the crossing. Ahead is the blood of Doha Sura and my red and black blood poured into it as if it could be mixed that way. The crossing, which was both scattered, seemed terrible.

Lips, open.

"Come on, you're born out of a ditch. Only the bad ones are mixed up."

Just because that's not what I meant, Doha Sura put out her tongue. If you just look at that, you even look like you're just a dying child.

Doha Sura continues her words. I thought you figured it all out.

I'm not kidding. I'm not a Bible. There's no way you know everything from the beginning.

"So, by chance, your blood sprinkled on my blood, and you think it inhibited magic?

I'll tell you what, my blood isn't weak enough to be swallowed up by just human blood. Yes, Doha Sura went on. The tone is somewhere mild, but the eyes are serious.

I narrowed my eyes unknowingly.

"- I just heard it a long time ago. I guess magic hates foreign objects. I've been hated for a long time, so I thought it would be just fine for foreign bodies."

If Doha Sura can wake up fangs and bones from wherever she wants, I could be dead long ago.

But it has not been done, and rather the bones have only been called up from certain places in the corridor.

Then naturally there is a mechanism for that. If we were to kill this guy beyond the mechanism, we needed to twist down the mechanism.

So I came up with this stupid way of pouring my blood from the top into the blood of the guy who seems to be the mediator.

Upon hearing that, Doha Sura said with a demonic grin.

"I'll undo what I just said."

I don't have time to ask what it is, and I can keep saying it.

"You're not a human being anymore. Let me assure you."

He opened his mouth as he listened to some footsteps approaching. I didn't know my fingertips were looking for chewing cigarettes.

"That's fine. Shall we start by eating raw meat?

As he clapped his shoulders, Doha Sura laughed at the sound of a plunder from her throat.

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"- For a long time, you're believed. his men."

The Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu-Guerla turns her thoughts as she speaks out for the warden Paloma-Bashar.

The limbs are cold as frozen. But not if I can move it. I do have a feeling at my fingertips and can wield enough if I reach the battle axe.

Vestalinu leaks a bloody exhale to prepare his breath. But it wouldn't be the same if they told me if I was in a state to fight.

At least, I've been wounded so far since Karia-Birdnick ripped my shoulder off at Belfein. Not very much, but not in a state where it is possible to continue fighting. Yes, it should be.

Vestalinu thinks that a fool without thought must do something to hit an enemy with this wound right now. Even so, it's strange.

The judgment, which would normally never be made, had been made within Vestalinu without knowing.

"... I'm not talking about believing, not believing. It's just a fact."

To the words of Vestalinu, Paloma returned only one word to that effect. voice that would have chosen the word carefully.

Vestalinu is convinced. This man undoubtedly trusts his men, and that is how he is sure of his victory. Otherwise, you can't be so relaxed.

The sorcery kingdom is not long patrolled, and if the spirit of the sorcerer is rubbed off, that's it.

For this reason, it is absolutely conditional that there is support for its operation from other sources. By nature, it is no different from a caged castle. That is how this man asks for the support of that warcraft of his own men.

Then this is where this man enters the gap. If you are going to drill a hole in a strong wall, you must first stick a blade through the wound.

Vestalinu grabs a battle axe at his fingertips as he stains the carpet with red. That's what I said.

"Let me assure you. Your men will be defeated."

Vestalinu is forced to stand up while he is no longer fluttering his footsteps like a spirit. It is not of those who fight very much. The hands and feet are still complaining of pain and shouting their limits.

Either way, it won't last long. But I have to stay calm all the time right now. Otherwise, words can't be convincing. What, I'm better at sticking masks like iron than anyone else.

Paloma says nothing. So Vestalinu tells him to snap inside his chest.

"How did you know that? It's easy, your men are facing each other, Rugis. Because it's Rugis-Vrilligant."

Vestalinu found that Paloma's eyes slightly increased swordswallowing. After all, I laugh bitterly in my heart that his notoriety seems to resonate well with the Garrist kingdom.

"I know and am convinced that he is a man who does not defeat. So I'm not gonna help you."

Step in the fluttering footsteps, pack the intermission. Enough to wield the battle axe already. But a step further, I packed it.

"- I wonder if he, one of the chiefs of the crest, would sneak into such a land with a few gestures."

Paloma said, spitting out the bitter air from her mouth. It seemed to spit saliva tangled in his throat.

Vestalinu loosened his cheeks.

Vestalinu wonders what's going on. Even though I hated the way you bewitched your enemies with words, like this. Even though he seemed grand and loved the tale of a knight wearing a spear with justice in his chest above all else.

Now it's like him. The treasure sword at the waist is hot. As if screaming something.

"Yeah, I will. Because he said so. We need to get rid of this prison from the ground."

One more step, make a loud noise and step through the floorboard. Then loosely, Vestalinu shook up his battle axe. Be as good as you can be, so you can intimidate them.

Vestalinu saw something sweaty floating around Paloma's forehead. But that doesn't seem like a wind of awe in Vestalinu's appearance.

Rather, it was the words that seemed to react differently.

Do you have any idea? That too, something of a dark nature behind it. Vestalinu deepens his grin as he drips his blood.

"None of your men will come to help you with that evidence - Rugis will come to kill you one day. He's a blood-loving tyrant, so I think it's still better if he's captured by me."

That was incontrovertible bullshit, but it would be more of an enemy pressure. Besides, I'm already flying around with my own notoriety, and I can't complain about one or two more places.

After the words, I can see Paloma's eyes swaying loudly. That is a clear upset. It was like seeing something incredible.

The treasure sword at the waist is increasing the fever. Was Paloma upset by his words, or something else? I don't care about that. All that mattered now was the fact that the sorcerer of the sorcery junction had shaken its spirit.

Vestalinu exhales, exhales.

- At the same time, I waved down the battle axe. An indisputable blow to the body. It devoured the corner of the magical world.