A Wish to Grab Happiness

A giant sun illuminates a person's skin. Someone drowned sweat and moved his tongue for moisture. And it came to pass unto the steps thereof, that they were finally beginning to realize.

Dead snow, but oddly hot.

Look up at the lid and the sky. There were naturally sitting dead snow clouds and great sunlight to clear it up.

Light that is usually supposed to please and grace people. But it's also poisonous if it gets too close.

The end of those who touch the sun is set at what time. Is it going to be a destructive end or a monster?

Slowly its pseudo sun was approaching the earth as people footsteps their groaning voices at the heat. Water evaporates and skin burns. There was no point in thinking about what would happen if it fell, etc.

But when the heavens show their wretched faces, the earth is also set for Hell and the market.

The soldiers' voices rang high.

"- General, don't stop. Move. Yep!

Threats appeared to the soldiers, before the eyes of mankind and others.

Crawling down the ground with Mr. Eating Everything is the poisonous dragon of the demon Junelba. The poison stretches out of both its arms to form a shape, becoming a multi-headed dragon and crushing the ground.

The dragon is a symbol of Junelba's believed madness. Junelba knows the strongest dragon. There was never anything that I couldn't eat up.

The same thought still exists today. So this is how Junelba still lives.

The dragon floods and swallows a huge amount of magic and some of the sandstorms. The magician and the marvel of the beast could also be seen by Junelba.

At the same time, a thunderbolt spear penetrates Junelba's left chest, and sand joins his limbs and intertwines with his mens. Unexpectedly smile. The same thing has happened many times in the past.

Killing demons breaks bones. Then once they try to catch the move, they all think. Although there are very few that have been made.

But it was too late for everything. It's all after it's over.

- The great human mage and the dead beast die here.

Junelba shrugged in his chest. Loneliness might have been stronger there than the color of relief. The loneliness was, in a way, close to his very roots.

Junelba can't really like this feeling that those who know themselves, those who are closer to him, are leaving. Even if you remember the hatred that is unbearable to your opponent, this was born down.

The death of the mighty will never be sneaky to see.

A poisonous dragon opens his jaw wide to show his fangs. A drop of zero falling from it is poisonous for both humans and demons. Naturally, if it is eaten up, it dies.

And there can be no interception between the two names that were attacking. Even if you avoid it, Junelba will always chase and kill you.

With even certainty, Junelba steers it with both arms. The moment when he eats away the neck of Mastigious and Doha Sura, where he is slightly caught.

"- Huh!"

Vision hidden. I don't know what happened. But I shook my arms up and let the snake eat me up. The feeling of piercing the meat spread into Junelba's hands, but I'm not sure I took my life.

After a moment, his vision cleared and Junelba saw who he was hiding in front of him.

"- Assault wih! It is now that the true value of the soldiers is questioned! Prove you're not a coward!

The soldiers who were lying in the left and right house, and possibly the sorcerers who unleashed their magic on Junelba earlier, are also mixed.

They were now a handful of them pointing and killing spears at Junelba.

Silly. Are you insane? Junelba opens his fierce eyes. I couldn't believe the fact that mankind would be attacked by demons.

Not that they are heroes, brave men, or demonic.

Junelba, full of magic, is a mass of poison, and if he is weak like them, he just touches it and melts away. In fact, it was their crushed flesh that hid Junelba's vision.

"What are we doing, what are we doing? Idiot!

It was a heartfelt growl for Junelba. I never thought that such a weak soldier would tarnish the battle between a hero and his old enemy.

Above all, I don't understand.

Indeed, there are a number of people who recklessly come up against the demon opponent. But no one has come to see the difference in isolated forces.

That's just because you're a fool. And here were all the fools.

"Protect your Lordship General, my comrade! We're the only ones who can do it! Kill that viper!

The soldiers seemed to dream. Enthusiasm is born in the eyes, forgetting something called fear.

That might be something of a runaway kind. They die drunk by a vortex of enthusiasm. More than half were already desperate. How much can survive?

But as a result, the hero and the beast lived.

"I don't care how much you thank me, human beings have changed their minds."

A lot of sand grabs Junelba's limbs. The eyes of those who were once the Supreme Warcraft could temporarily capture the Demon without killing him.

Its body is slightly eroded by poison. Still, should it be called a boulder around where power is used?

And if the demon moves stop and after he spits out his magic once. He can get close.

"- Junelba the Demon. Let's settle this. Even if all my body is broken, you will die with me. If you want to pillow a battlefield with soldiers, this is good."

Grab Junelba's skull as Mastiguios shows blood in his mouth. The soldiers still point their spears at the demons, and their voices are absurd that they are not with the general.

If it changes, it changes. Junelba shrugged in her chest as she cried.

Junelba doesn't know how to fight the weak against the devil. Because witchcraft doesn't do that.

The weak are the ones who flee, who are scattered, and who do not become the terminals of the stage.

Junelba's relative overlapping of fangs has always been the strong one. That is why he preferred the strong, and hated the weak who fled.

Those weak people are now up on stage and turning this way.

Right. Junelba sighed and snapped as he was grabbed into his skull. The sand tangles in the limbs, and the soldier's tip turns to Junelba. Demonization cannot come into this battle.

"Really... I'm getting stronger"

Moments, 'Transformation' happened.

Junelba's vision is greatly distorted. Blunt pain and sharp pain were tasted at the same time, including in his mouth the pain that had long since he became a demon. That's not bad, Junelba thought.

The pain is a sign that the weak and the disdainful have grown stronger.

Most of the organs and blood vessels are dysfunctional, and Junelba doesn't die. Magic connects his nerves and sustains consciousness.

Junelba felt the warm blood on her body. I don't have to ask who it belongs to. Mastiguios has already exceeded his limits. It's not strange to fall on this scene right now.

The same was true of Doha Sura. No matter how crazy they were at hand, they didn't cut off all the poisonous dragons, either.

There was no room, either, for mankind, who looked like a cornered outfit. If you can withstand this clog, your victory will not be let loose. Junelba had come here, rather he had regained his calm.

Even if you couldn't stand it, they die. With his distorted vision, Junelba looked up above.

A pseudo sun that emits brilliant light.

I am the root. One of the industries made possible by the divinity temporarily regained with the help of the gear Labours.

Although Junelba initially wondered if it was necessary to put this in mind. Apparently, he needed it.

After all, Labours is always right. There is no falsehood in that word, and there is no betrayal. I deserve to love you.

Thus, in the sight of Junelba, who had lost momentary power, he saw them.

- There's an excessively long red copper figure that flies through the universe to overlap the sun.