Civilization Game

"Monster, monster...!"

"You can't beat that!"

"Ugh, what's with all the steaming around! Respect the minor league!"

Beatrice's overwhelming role has led to a loss of commitment. If he had known how to dig into the enemy camp with his bare hands and slam every man with his head into the palm of his hand, everyone would have had to break his precedent.

"How dare you...!"

Phoenix walks slowly towards Beatrice. He was feeling it too. That stopping her here is the only way to solve this situation.

Beatrice also turns her head as she senses wit. Phoenix was reflected in his emotionless blue eyes.

"You bitch!"

"……?"

Phoenix sticks his finger out and chucks her! You point to the boss, but his crew glares at the boss and waits for the next word.

"I nominate you!"

"……"

The left side is shrouded in silence.

"Girl, I'll give you as much money as you want, so tell me what you're doing!"

"Tongue, brother."

Chili approaches his side, sweating and saying in a small voice.

"That's not the business lady, but the assassination director..."

"I see! This is the concept of assassination masters! How do you know I'm her fan? But if you're the assassin, then why are you wearing makeup?"

"How would I know that!"

"But I want to give you more points for that concept of crossing. I don't know what kind of business this is, but it's innovative! Excellent!"

"Oh, brother!"

Beatrice scatters her terrifying energy and approaches each other again. Chili gasps! Phoenix relaxes his shoulders as he snorts. Whenever his shoulders move, he steals! I heard a thump. The distance between the two is getting closer.

Chugaak!

Beatrice was the one who attacked first. She charges forward in a surprise and swings her straight hand blade. It's not a sword, it's just bare hands, but it sounds as if the atmosphere has been torn apart.

Phoenix smiles, avoiding the attack.

"Kuhaha! What an assassination master concept! Are you saying you won't listen to me easily?"

"Oh, that's not it. That's the master assassin!"

Chili screams as if she's stuffy, but Phoenix doesn't listen. Instead, he avoided the stormy arms and legs and wondered how to get out of this battle.

'I've decided.'

He bends to the waist as a paramour, avoiding Beatrice's rounding kick. He grabs and tugs at her crooked skirt.

Boo-ooo!

A third of her skirt is torn apart, revealing her white bare legs.

"Hahahaha! What do you think?"

"……"

Beatrice bends the direction of her fist, striking a delicate straight line.

Phew! Phoenix's head is bent, but his posture doesn't collapse. And his other arm had already caught hold of the edge of her maid's top.

Profit!

The belly, the cute belly button, and the slightly visible purple bra were revealed as the mated clothes were ripped off.

"……!"

Beatrice steps back, staggering behind staff. Phoenix was a wretched mortar with an iron nose, but lifted the edge of her torn clothing in the same fashion as the Reaper General.

"Waaaahhhh!"

The members who saw it cheered violently. Long live the whistle.

What? What? This fight... '

Lord senses that he has fled to Andromeda in his mind. So this is the fight in the back alley? The gentleman seemed to slap the cheeks of the British gentleman living in London back and forth.

The strange Lord checks Phoenix's status.

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Name: Phoenix Darkfire

Affiliation: Abyss Zoppoclan Brass

Title: Brass Leader

Race: Humans

Power Rating: (C) *

& Channel Grade:

& Outline Rating:

Political Grade: (F)

A Class C helpless class.

Unique Ability: Challenger of Determination

Phoenix tends to burn more when he meets someone stronger than himself. Free from all obstruction effects from the strongest and is granted a temporary Stat Up Bonus. Phoenix also instinctively detects the weaknesses of the strong, showing increasing persistence and persistence. This effect can only be achieved when you are dealing with a class with a Power Rank higher than you, and it will not be displayed on an opponent who is stronger than you. And because it relies on instinct, no one knows how to spot weaknesses.

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'Well, that's just it.'

Beatrice's powerlessness rating is B. Phoenix's unique ability effect is applied. So Phoenix chose exposure as the weakness of Beatrice.

"It's a weakness detection ability that relies on its own instincts, but I think it's just instinct..."

But the crazy thing was, it was working. Beatrice was visibly shaken by the Phoenix attack, although it was originally a big car and had to be unilaterally pushed.

Lord watches Beatrice fight with half the anxiety.

Why are you so ashamed of yourself this time?

"Choaaaaaaaaa!"

"...... * *!"

Phoenix was so excited that he tried to target Beatrice's clothes while bleeding from his nose and lips. Instead of giving up his left leg, he grabbed her skirt completely and bare both legs were exposed. Instead of sacrificing the broken nose bones again, he pulled on her top and revealed a bra full of cute ribbons.

Rawr! Beatrice's knees burn in his abdomen this time, but in the meantime, Phoenix grabs the last piece of her crooked bottom and peels it off to reveal her panties. Then the two of them opened the distance to each other at the same time.

When the trajectory of the plump buttocks is revealed from the sticky underwear, the members say, "Wooooo! 'There was a scream that spread, and there were some who were shed tears of emotion.

"……"

Beatrice blushes, in a steady posture that may preclude her from combat. Obviously, it was Phoenix who was getting hit unilaterally, but it didn't seem to be losing strangely.

'It's a little dangerous this way.'

Lord turns his head to his allies. If I'm wrong, I was going to use the diary and the soldiers.

However, the soldiers' condition was a little strange. I was restrained from being beaten by my bosses, but it was clear that I was cheering for Phoenix from their anticipated eyes, their open mouths, and their rough breaths. No, I'm sure.

Phoenix has achieved a truly remarkable situation where royal soldiers and gangsters, such as water and oil, are compatible with each other. Being here didn't mean anything. There were only males who were devoted to their nature.

Phoenix, a very miserable molehill, shouts with his arms outstretched.

"Underwear next! Girl of the Assassination Leader concept! I will make my way to every man here in my secret naked body without any of your faults!"

"Whoa!"

The members cheer for the departure of the site. There were even soldiers who participated in the cheer. Lord sighs.

'We have to do something.'

Of course, Lord was curious (and extremely curious) about the situation behind this, but he decided to use his hands because he couldn't show the precious Beatrice's nakedness to other smelly men.

Lord looks at Phoenix. To deal with a delusional patient like that, it's best to keep up with the delusions.

Phoenix tries to run again, but Lord quickly steps forward, clapping his hands together and saying in a loud voice.

"Here, there, uncle! That's it. If you damage any more of our merchandise, we'll charge you more!"

Phoenix turns his head and shouts in a reflexive voice.

"Huff! Is that a no? I just got a hot one."

"Shouldn't we do business too?"

"Hey, hey! Boss! I'll pay you whatever you want!"

"Hmm-"

Lord looks troubled as he touches his chin.

"There's nothing I can do. That's all for now, and we'll take you straight to your bedroom."

Chi, the bedroom! '

The two eyes of Phoenix reminded me of a heart mark. At that moment Beatrice sprints up and kicks her between Phoenix's legs.

"Huff-puff!"

Phoenix stumbles a few times, foaming at the mouth, then blends right in.

"Tongue, brother!"

"Oh, my God, you can't just fall here! All I have left is my panties!"

"Get up!"

The squatting members of the group became feeble as if they had lost their country.

Seeing that pathetic figure, Lord approaches Beatrice and covers her body with the robe she was wearing.

"Well done."

With her tear-drenched eyes, she nods.

"Cough!"

Rod was about to be heartbroken by his intense cuteness. Ah, I'm glad I saved you, too. Lord turns his head and commands the soldiers.

"Arrest him."

*

The Phoenix Darkfire slowly opens its eyes. When I came to my senses, my whole body's tingling pain welcomed him first. Among them, the most fierce greeting was the pain between the legs, so it was painful enough that I regretted being born a man for a while.

Finnick's body was lying on the ground with his arms tied to a rope, and his men were also standing in the right corner.

"Oh, you're up?"

Lord turns to look at him, having a conversation with the soldiers while sitting in the chair.

"…… Who are you?"

Phoenix asked with a split voice.

"Rod Polentia."

"Ugh! Did you really mean the king? You tricked me!"

No one ever cheats. Lord thought to himself,

"Ugh, the puppet king! Brother Martin won't leave you alone!"

"Puppet..."

Lord gives you a nasty smile.

"It doesn't feel good to hear that from those puppets."

"What, what?"

"And your gangsters."

Lord scratches his ear with an unorthodox look.

"If we join forces, we can have the power to become the fourth generation of Abyss, right? Nevertheless, they are constantly fragmented, fighting over meaningless realms. What kind of dog are you?"

"What, what?"

Phoenix could not resist the shock and sighing. This was the first time I had heard such a blasphemous speech in my violent life. Even Martin, the leader of the Brass, will not be able to say this to him.

But Lord continued to speak out.

"You can't get away from Minor because of your tenacity. Apparently, you guys have to give some of your winnings back to Martin's mafia boy. Phew. Don't you feel ashamed of those punks?"

"Son of a bitch!"

The sudden rise of Phoenix tries to run towards Lord, but Beatrice, who appears behind him, crushes him back to the ground.

"Grrrgh!"

"…… Your Majesty, be respectful."

Phoenix was furious. So that woman you were dealing with was really the famous noble sword Beatrice?

The weight of the horror felt on his body prevents Phoenix from settling down like he was on a giant rock.

'…… hmm.'

Of course, the good feeling of soft skin on the back was a separate story. Phoenix barely recovers his mind and raises his anger again.

"…… You're a good talker! I'm sure you're aware of that. The fear of Brother Martin."