A Wish to Grab Happiness

It was almost at the same time that Richard's body was bounced into the shadow of purple electricity and the demon held his hand. Fragments of stone slabs make scattering noises in all directions. It was so loud that my ears were paralyzed.

In the meantime, Richard was listening to the voices he could hear. Apparently, he was forced to push himself. Where the method is forceful, it does not change from the past.

Richard opened his mouth, not even concerned that his right shoulder would continue to spit out blood. My whole body is paralyzed and I don't even know why I don't feel as much pain. Maybe he was about to lose his mind.

"... it was late. Then what? You hooked up with a woman somewhere."

The voice includes a sense of giving up and thus something of regret. I'm sure nothing noticed that. It's just Richard's chest.

Behind the words he uttered, Richard wished those footsteps hadn't come.

I crossed the blades once to understand everything. The monster itself is a myth that never happens to be a demon. The calories are not the same as humans. It's so different from humans that it makes you dizzy.

If you're going to win something like that, it's natural to give away one or two of your lives. The poison, the oil fire, was never too much, etc. Rather, Richard thinks it's still missing enough.

Still, maybe I can kill this one. It could have been done with my own life.

Stupid bastard. Those words squealed all over Richard's chest. Burned by fire, this place is no longer a dead place itself. Perhaps the soldiers of my men have escaped. How does it make sense to step into it? I didn't mean to teach you that, I just should have taught you the art of living.

Footsteps said, wrapped in purple electricity, as he shook away those thoughts of Richard.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa. I've just made a sweet promise for the night with my good daughter. I'll finish it as soon as I can."

He turns his gaze to the Demon Man, keeping Richard on his knees. Something like stray didn't even hold shards.

The back you see there reminds Richard of what Rugis looked like not long after we met. You wouldn't even know the queen of the elves following him now. Back then.

He's a skinny kid, he doesn't know the logic of things, he doesn't have any talent.

That's how I made Richard think it wasn't weird to die at any time, as it was back then.

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Heroic Killer. The treasure sword so inscribed shakes its soul slightly while it is satisfactorily in the Lord's hands. He was brilliant with his hectic blade in the figure of the nostalgic demon he once killed.

"- Is that you? Altia's family. What do we do? Do the war again. Or were you willing to give back my treasure?"

I'd be happy to. Controller Drigman said he was shaking his head with a grand behavior. There is no feeling where it is, no fright, no impatience. Its appearance has remained unchanged since the past.

The perception of who the Lord was to be his family is outrageous, but at this time the sword was not aware of it. So much so that I didn't even think it mattered.

Because I understood everything. In the ear of the LORD, the words of this demon have not entered even fragments. There was just something very, very hot running from the tip of my hair to my toes. The sword knows exactly what the fever is.

That's why I think. Not good. The treasure sword heard the Lord twist his words unconsciously.

"- Pepper talk. Bye. You don't talk about dead people, do you?

The moment the words are uttered, the treasure sword devours the demon's body as it draws a purple electric line. The swinging flash decided the demon's left shoulder and heart intact. The feeling of breaking both meat and organs wraps around the treasure sword vividly. The demon's blood polluted the space in an instant.

If it was just an iron sword, the body of the demon man who could even twist and bounce causally was the exception to all this treasure sword.

A miracle itself that was once shredded from the soul of Altia, who also killed the devil. Great teeth. It can't be stopped by a demon-like body.

Just as Rugis forgets to even breathe as he is, he takes a step and slashes the demon's guts. Drigman's eyes opened greatly. That wave was too violent.

A treasure sword rips through the sky mixing multiple emotions.

It must be a supreme time for the treasure sword to be waved by the Lord, and in that way to expel all distress together. It is only natural that we still have the trance in the blade at this time. Now, there is only one great dissatisfaction. That is that all of Rugis' swinging blades deviate from what the sword teaches and guides.

Since the treasure sword opened its eyes, the blade of Rugis has always been with the treasure sword. The Lord waves the flash that the treasure sword teaches and guides, and the treasure sword gives the Lord all the observation records he has stored. It is the pleasure itself that the treasure sword feels. There is no difference between you and the Lord.

But at this time, Rugis doesn't try to follow the teachings. No, I don't even see it.

Rugis waves the blade with just a ferocious willingness to kill, with a rising and wavering enthusiasm all over its body. Oh, yeah. It's fierce. Now my Lord is mad.

In some cases, he was trampled on and insulted by a man who could be called his master and father. How humiliating is that? How beautiful it would be to be angry and angry for it.

But not the Lord's. The treasure sword swayed when it was something more dangerous, not such a great thought. That's why it's not nice.

The Lord does not love his own things in their essential parts. I'm not even trying to acknowledge its value.

Therefore, the reason for its existence is always entrusted to others. Sometimes it's to the heroes around us, sometimes it's to the raising parents, now it's to their own teachers. It is for them that the Lord chooses to live.

- That's why, if he gets hurt. The Lord doesn't care about anything but him. Not even the Lord's own body.

Drigman waves his arms around his body as he is exposed to a purple electric storm. Its body is far from death, even though it exhales blood in abundance. The power you have in your body does not allow you to die.

Then backlash is natural.

Open your palms and wave your arms as you do not protrude the earth far underground. With that blessing, even the slightest swell of the earth turns into a meat-eating spear. Once upon a time, the carcasses of many enemy soldiers were exposed to the earth. If there is a moment, it can be formed.

But now I wasn't even given a moment for it.

The stretched right arm is severed lengthwise, bouncing pieces of flesh and red and losing meaning. Purple electricity then bit into Drigman's neck without ever stopping. That's not very much, but I don't think it's human movement.

No, in fact, they weren't human movements. If you're just a human being making the same move as Rugis is now, there's bound to be a jam somewhere. The joints collapse, there is distortion in the flesh and bones and the movement should always stop.

Not at all safe with Rugis' body. Its entire body continues to scream with this moment now.

The muscles are chopped, the bones are cracked, and the joints have collapsed many times. Still, it could move only because the blood of a tough giant circulated in the body connected by sorcery and the grace of the Spirit covered his entire body.

But still, I don't know how long it will last. I'm sure Rugis himself has no idea until what time he can move. A few minutes later. Or just a few seconds.

But that's a good thing. So what happened?

All you need to do is kill this guy in front of you without leaving any shards. I'm gonna slash him down, crush him, and make sure he didn't exist. That was everything for Rugis.

The ruinous violence that knows no hoops and the will to carry out the purpose without staying. Perhaps that is the nature of a human being called Rugis. It was only one master who gave him hoops as a way to live. I was once held back because I had the word of the master.

There are no more of them now. There are just beings who have insulted their teachers. There is no one reason to stop. Even if your body breaks down and falls into ruin.

The treasure sword roars as Rugis wills. Tastes bad. Very bad.

He seems to be overwhelmed by speed and outrage, and Drigman still doesn't die here. Knowing that, the Lord cannot stop. The loss of a teacher is so unmissable to the Lord. I don't even allow my body to breathe one breath.

for a moment. The treasure sword roamed, and thus set his heart within it. I no longer had time to be confused. I can't stop Rugis if I don't. What lies ahead is indisputable death.

- Lord. It's expensive. Humiliated.

The treasure sword is in the hands of Rugis, and only for a moment distracts its orbit from the Lord's thoughts. That's really a small thing, and it doesn't affect a lot of people. Until now, however, the behavior of Rugis's treasure sword is clearly heterogeneous.

Its heterogeneity opens Rugis' eyes for a moment. The demon's bloodbathed cheeks swayed. At that moment, the voice went through as expected.

"- Rugis! Oh no more, you knights with no choice!

The queen of the elves said in a clear voice, emitting a black curse from her fingertips.