A Wish to Grab Happiness

Junelba, the poisonous demon, and a horseman of the Magic Guide General Mastigious. If you look at it with a big eye, it was close to a miracle for mankind just to get here.

It is difficult to reach the demon in a state of perfection, not to mention the hero of the brave. More than tens of thousands of warcraft demons, spirits, are inherently refrained from being demons, and not even one person can break through.

Therefore the brave man kills everything. And the Warcraft, and the Demons, and their families. Only the brave made it.

In fact, there are a thousand rivers of blood, and many who, after overcoming ten thousand corpses, had to relate to the demon with depleted body and strength.

Silver Marginal Herd Blue. It was so with Keeper Valerie-Brightness. Once she built a mountain of demonic corpses and even the Great Demon bounced back. The likelihood can be called indisputable Yingjie.

But I guess it's sad. She was human everywhere. Humans have the concept of physical strength, and thus she too can no longer resist demons at the end of the day.

So Yingjie was unharmed and relative to the demon. This in itself equals a miracle. How many people wanted and could not accomplish the sight?

- But today, humanity must perform another miracle. A miracle that mankind overtakes demons.

Urgent as if the moment had stopped. It's not surprising that life and death have been decided at the next moment, such a narrow space.

From the state of confrontation, it was naturally Mastigious who took the lead. The word "demonic" is not used, especially when it comes to superior demons. Because in the meantime you will die.

The key is how not to let the enemy use his powers, and it is best to drop his neck in a flash.

If you can't do that, you have to at least keep taking the lead. Both arms of Mastigios glow the lightning as they roar, playing the thunderstorm.

- Step on it.

Mastigious's arm is swung down. It was a breath. A magic mechanism that zeroes the wrath of God is poured into Junelba as a glimmer of thunder.

No, it wasn't just a flash. Two, three, four. It is no longer a multiplicity of countless pillars of light, and it pierces Junelba undecided. Yet it even presents the appearance of numerous fangs.

Eat and kill while the target is unresponsive. Speed was everything for that. Quartet, eight. The demon's aurora from everything is targeting Junelba's steeple.

"I see."

Junelba squeaked a word and distorted his mouth as he was wrapped in extreme light. With this one light, the herd of warcraft blows up intact. It was no longer beyond man to be able to disturb it so much.

Junelba was convinced. Sooner or later, he must have stuck out that frame.

If you keep the extreme light in the face, the boulder Junelba will not be intact either. You'll have to be ready to burn it down. It is also difficult to avoid.

- Then you should melt it down. The surrounding space covering Junelba, its contours are distorted and dissolved.

The way the landscape turns and melts is a sight that, if you look at it, I even think the world has gone mad. But unfortunately, this was real.

The poisonous pathology of Junelba erodes the polar light of Mastiguios. For poison, life, plants and magic are equally their own food.

But still, if that was all it was, it wasn't the enemy of Mastigious.

Cruel was the speed of its reaction and the accuracy of its response. It's no different than a toy if you can't handle it.

But Junelba is not like a new demon who just has power and sprays fire and power. He was able to treat every drop of the poison, to the tip, as if it were his hands and feet.

He was an overwhelming exception as many of those steering massive demons did not like elaborate exercise. You're right, I've been craving demons for different years.

And for Junelba, who lives more than a thousand years, he is equal to a mastigious and other babies who have not lived for a hundred years.

"... Kannon. If it was meant to be, I'd prefer to withdraw as soon as possible."

In the wake of a storm of extreme light, Junelba was still intact. Unless you're surprised, the Toxic Demon's defense performance is unplugged. The great magic of Mastigious, which is good to say atrocious, was eaten up all with its poison.

Front, side, back, above, in the ground.

Harsh ravages from all directions do not make sense. The magic of poison erodes magic much faster than magic touches this demon.

"That's good, too. I don't care if you're the only one alive."

Junelba meant it. All you need to do to fulfill your purpose is for a large number of people to die. There is no problem where I missed one Mastigious.

"I can't do that - I won't spare you. This is the best we can do."

Mastigious instant answer. And repeated storms of extreme light. A flash of deception that pokes the time difference, or a small craftsman that tries to poke the unexpected, is woven into some of them.

Sorcerers do their job of knitting witchcraft, but military men do their business of deceiving their enemies.

It was no exaggeration to say that a series of great sorceries was a collection of military sorcerers, Mastigious. Sweat tells the cheeks, and surrounding buildings and warcraft bounce and fly in the aftermath.

It's indisputably the demon of the maximum output that Mastigious is releasing. The power of heat can poppy even the Demon's cheeks.

But on the other hand, Junelba was taking it while remaining calm.

No deception or small workmanship is so brand new if you take it to Junelba. I've come up with something that deals with demons in the past.

It is true that Junelba is suppressed from the offense. But this maximum output won't last long. There is no scratch on this side.

Then wait. Instead of being cautious, I thought about how I could get around to being more advantageous, but it was late. You can't have a few seconds of this stuff.

That was supposed to happen.

Five seconds have passed. Ten seconds went by - thirty seconds, and so the next minute went by. The thunderstorm that still covers Junelba does not weaken the momentum.

The boulder Junelba also sounds his throat at at this and looks into the eyes of the Raptor to see beyond. The battlefield, wrapped in thunder, is no longer even visible in front of us.

Impossible.

Junelba muttered small in his mouth. There can't be anybody or anything that can keep this much maximum output. No matter how much the mastigious is separated from the human being, it is beyond its limits.

I'm not being pushed. But to the obvious anomaly, for the first time, I could not afford it from Junelba's expression.

The most fearful thing in the struggle is that you don't understand. Leaving things incomprehensible, they will surely return to themselves.

Junelba carefully leaned forward in his attitude. That's a combat attitude.

Junelba decided that it would be advantageous to take off the scene even at some risk, rather than waiting for him to remain unable to grasp the situation on this occasion right now. I'm confident that I can handle whatever the enemy has done. That's true, and I'm not overconfident or chronic.

So it was inevitable that Junelba would choose to escape the situation here.

And there are those who respond to it if it is inevitable.

Junelba fluctuates the range of poison, jumping a corner of the thunder light and opening his sight. Clear in front of me. But for a moment, the density of the poison diminishes.

In front of me, there was the magician. A big finger grabs Junelba's shoulder and neck instantly.

"- I'm sorry. I lied. It's the best we can do now."

Mastiguios said as he opened his eyes and held them hot against his fingers, and Junelba held up his mouth.

It was absolutely delightful. Junelba finally realizes the fact at this time. This man really wants to kill himself.

I believe it can be done without any hesitation.

Junelba had seen someone with this look on his face somewhere. The sight was covered with thunder and smoke.