Different Dream Worlds - Reborn Cheats and Mysterious Skills to Build Different Worlds

Happiness is only honorable because it is annoying. It cannot always be happiness for the rest of your life.

In the time that flows by itself, happy times are short. Happiness easily collapses away and sometimes creates hatred.

That, the deeper the love, the stronger and irrational, the easier it is not to turn it off.

- 20 years ago.

It happened to one woman.

She doesn't know anything, and she still doesn't.

"- Gaius, are you still working today?

"Oh, yes, I am."

"Yes... come back soon, will you? It's your brother's birthday, isn't it?

"Oh, I know. Okay, I'm coming."

casual everyday conversation. I never thought that would be an eternal goodbye. If I had known that, I would have stopped him and surely the two of us would have escaped.

Together everywhere, even if the people of the country don't forgive anyone.

But that's a past that doesn't come true anymore. He didn't want it.

Bear everything alone, and when you accomplish it, you will not tell her as one, and the time will come.

It wasn't until after everything was over that she found out about it.

Gaius, the brave man, was a good man of roots, equal and gentle to everyone, very much admired from all around him.

My brother, the Emperor of the Empire, was a man of the same strength as his brother, but from a people who did not know him at the time, was severely bashed, until at the end of the day riots broke out because of it.

That's because Gaius failed a mission a little before the riot broke out. Defeated by a spooky ancient dragon, the result of which was the destruction of one city. The ancient dragon then flew away somewhere to lose interest in this country, but the price of its defeat was huge.

He lost one arm and even a few of his buddies.

Still, he was about to do his duty as a brave man.

But I also knew it was close to the limit. He continued to be a brave man after learning that the uprising was becoming uncontrollable and that the accusations were getting stronger every day.

That's because he was responsible for it.

And the brave, they will choose. That I shoulder that responsibility alone.

That day, the brave man visited his brother in order to take his last responsibility.

"Brother."

"Gaius, what's up?

"... I'm going to the demon king's exorcism"

That was the way he took responsibility.

"I know. Your brother is at odds with other nobles to protect me."

"... so what? Are you gonna die a dog? Are you gonna let me die? Don't be ridiculous. If you're here to talk about that, go home."

The emperor Zefrat thought of his brother and did not bow his neck vertically as he thought and advanced his country that the leading nobles should let him go to the demon king's exorcism and expel him from the country.

And his brother, the brave one, heard it, and thought of his country as well, and spoke unto his brother.

"My brother, he's not what he used to be anymore. An emperor at the apex of this country. I'm in the best position to think about this country."

In a strong tone he reprimanded his brother.

"Your brother must fulfill his duties as emperor so that I may fulfill my duties as a brave man....... say it again. Order me to exorcise the Demon King."

The emperor Zefrat took the word with the thought of weeping blood.

And, uh...

"Gaius the Brave. He will be given the power to crusade against the Demon King. I won't allow you to tread on the land of this country until you bring your neck back."

Zefrat's suffering as emperor began.

At the same time, the woman who loved the brave also suffered.

That's the beginning of everything that leads to the demon riots.

If a brave man leaves a word for her.

If the emperor had told her the truth.

If only the people were a little more tolerant of the brave.

She may never have hated.

But as a result, her life went wild at this time.

This country... hates... eh.

I kicked him out of this country.

It didn't take long for the mishung button to turn into hatred and shape into revenge.

The sun is setting and the darkness of the night is imminent.

When I heard about Cecil, there was a difficult atmosphere going on there.

Cecil said she started by scrutinizing the information. And I realized two things. On the night we missed the killer, we obtained the common denominator of those who became demons and the purpose of those who might have created demons from the information we gathered.

They had two things in common. The first is that they were all soldiers. The second is that he had just returned from the city of Arctia.

The purpose for which the demon was created is equally twofold. One is burial to the former brave, revenge to the Empire. This was based on criticism of the brave men who took place after the incident.

Based on this information and speculation, Cecil targeted one woman. A woman who was the fiancé of a former brave man named Iris Heidil.

In fact, she was almost black. She also seems to have given the country a way to connect with the former brave men, have a home in Arctia, and summon more brave men.

But I didn't know how to demonize him. That's why Cecil said she'd been looking around her until today.

Taken together, this is all, but the thinking leading up to it is a little elusive.

The emergence of demons causes people to recruit fear. That is when the presence of brave men becomes the hope of the people in this country. But when the demons first appeared, there were no brave men in this country. In other words, what the people remember is the former brave men they hunted down.

The first purpose was to remind me of it.

Next, after a brave summons gave birth to a new brave man, he gave hope to the people. And by giving birth to a demon, we hunt down that brave man and, just like 20 years ago, incite the condemnation of the people. There, I guess, was also the aim to make the people at all regret what they did to the former braves.

And as a result, this country has again become unstable.

That is the status quo.

Give me this far, and later, it'll be easy. I suppose you are willing to destroy the empire and, at the end of the day, destroy it completely with demons.

Cecil, who thought about it, didn't get certainty yet, so she went for an arctic herself. Then, in the meantime, he manipulated the information and spread the word that the brave men had been forced from another world to be just citizens so that only the city of Arctia was tolerant of the brave men, and that they had no power to fight.

This prevented the mastermind of this case from moving to the final stage.

In this world, information is terribly difficult to convey. That's why Cecil and Gilk just have an unusual ability to manipulate information, and it's hard for even the big countries to spread the information. There is no such thing as TV or the Internet, it is a world where there is one or no means of communication in the city. Unless it's also top news, yes, it doesn't tell the world.

Cecil used the underdeveloped information network successfully.

If the mastermind is noble, it won't be hard to find out what's going on in other cities. But not in detail. Just what you're going to tell or what's deteriorated over time. If the surrounding environment is different from that, you would illusion that your plan is not working.

Her purpose is revenge. In order to exchange it, this country must not be tolerant of the brave men of today. Just like the previous brave men, no more blame, make them regret and blame themselves for expelling her fiancée, and kill them.

Because that's her revenge.

As a result, Cecil hasn't put her hands on the fact that the brave men have fled to Arctia. Given my previous history, I don't think I originally manipulated the information with that in mind...

Anyway, while buying time like that, Cecil was watching her move. Even so, they took time to travel and could only see it for a few days or so - but eventually, in the basement of her mansion, they discovered a suspicious vial.

Okay, that's good. I can understand Cecil's thinking to this point.

But from there, I don't understand.

This guy didn't know it on the spot and came under me with it. This guy is still out of his mind.

The habit of flirting perfectly with the opponent to this point and moving with his own palm, when he realized that I was not on that palm, he flipped his hand back and came to get me.

By now, it's not weird that the guys who fell out of this guy's hands are in danger.

Thanks to Cecil's hands on it, her plans should be pretty crazy. By now, it was not strange that this country had been disintegrating.

You must remember the rush, the frustration. It's not strange to be in an outrage.

What's even worse is that there are emperors and brave men in her mansion. I guess that's what Cecil said it wasn't weird to move today.

An irresistible opportunity to raise the condemnation of the brave in the city of Arctia. In addition, some Teng himself drove the brave Gaius to his death.

If I were her, I wouldn't miss this chance.

There is no time. We have to make our way to Arctia at the fastest...

"Huck, can you speed it up more?

"Hey, Parenthood!

They don't change this guy at any time. Maybe I don't remember any more of the crisis.

Well, it's like being suddenly involved, so maybe I can't help it.

And it was me touring swallowing thoughts, but I was stirred by the sudden strong wind that blew there, about to fall off Haku's back.

"Ahbu..."

Unexpectedly, when I said so, the guy who lost to the strong wind flew in.

"Wow ⁉ Seriously!

"Yikes!

He flew right at me from his back. Catch Lucy with one hand in his lap. Pull it straight back onto Haku's back.

Looking at everything else, Luxeria was in trouble.

He caught Cecil in a weak posture with his feet depositing his body in the wind, holding Silvia in his side or right hand, screwing his fingers between the scales and the scales, holding three lifelines with one left hand. Come on, Luxeria.

Wings that cut the wind get stronger. There was a strong wind on our backs, and I saw it on Haku's body so he wouldn't drop it.

Gun and sped up Huck. A strong wind blows through Haku's head to his back.

"Don't let them go when they're all dead!

I'm just amazed at Haku's growth today. I may not be any match for this guy in the sky anymore. Far faster than I run at full power. Is this the best way to keep going arctic?

"Uhehe, smells good"

"You, into the habit of not feeling well until just now!

Old Lucy smells me, but I can't do anything because one arm is on the scale and the other is used to catch Lucy.

To the point of complaining sophisticated, but a great opportunity for Lucy. When you're willing to do something, you're sweating cold...

"Sorry......"

Suddenly she apologized. Usually, it's like, 'Awful!' It solidified a little because it was an unexpected return on occasions like 'or something.

"Ooh. Well, be nice."

I think they apologized about this situation that way, and I replied, but they didn't.

"No. That's not true."

That's what I said, Lucy, peeking up my face.

"I... said terrible things. I didn't really think you'd save Mr. Kitchick, so I didn't even listen to him, I took the liberty of deciding he was a bad guy, and I cornered him. I'm a sucker. She's the kind of woman who sacrifices everything else for whoever she likes. I'm no different than that guy who's trying to avenge himself by using demons.... Your sister told me. That guy was the other Mr. Kitchick, wasn't he?

Confessions are also mixed, words like penance. Her eyes tell her that she regrets it.

I did terrible things. I felt sorry for myself for killing him.

"... well, yeah. But Lucy doesn't get sick. The guy disappeared satisfied. Besides, his thoughts are still in me.... one of them had to disappear. So there's no way Lucy's gonna turn him off or anything."

"But..."

It's me. I turned him off.

But not for Lucy. I think I pulled the trigger. I'm weeping at the weight that pulled that trigger.

I'm looking for words to lean down and blame myself for. That's what I felt.

I strengthened my hand holding her, hoping for Charstena's forgiveness. Then, realizing it, Lucy looks up bent over.

"If Lucy hadn't told me, I might have disappeared. Still, you apologize to me? I appreciate that. I never ask Lucy to apologize. But if you still say you're sorry about Lucy, don't forget about him. Remember and do it forever. So don't cry anymore. Laugh like you always do."

It's common for all boys to be vulnerable to women's tears.

And with prayer, I encouraged her.

In contrast, Lucy moved her hands small and regained her usual smile when she wept.

"... Mr. Kitchick, you know what? Girls say colo when they're cuddled and gently spoken, don't they?

"Oops, I heard good things about that. I'm gonna have to shal you when I get home."

I'll play it back like that, me and disgruntled Lucy. The usual interaction with her returned. But all this time, I seem to be at a disadvantage.

"Kon, what are you holding a pretty girl, and you're talking about other women? It's a punishment for a terrible Kitchick who doesn't know what's in her mind."

"What, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

There was a scream in the sky. Let's just say I got a cold glance from Sylvia later. I didn't do it...

The scent from the top of a rotten dish stimulates the appetite. Crispy baked skin. The gravy drips off and mixes with a brown sauce that emits a fragrant aroma and blends together.

Around it, fresh, green vegetables are placed in order to maintain the colour, and the appearance is also vivid.

"Come on, gentlemen. I don't know if it suits your mouth, but please enjoy it."

When Iris, the lord of this hall, laughed with his hands together, the brave men of the food platter wore it uncomfortably about the time of the meal, along with their recent hard work.

On the other hand, the emperor, as well as three men, Alc and Cannon, carry the meal into their mouths with a calm face. Alk and Kanon are as usual, and as the two of us converse from time to time, we go on eating. But the emperor, with a face that didn't float anywhere, was mechanically proceeding with the meal.

"Oh, didn't it suit your mouth?

"... no, it's not"

"So you're not feeling great, either?

At first glance, she looks as if she is worried about the Emperor, smiling the same as Nico, as if she were a doll. I don't see any emotional changes there.

"Do you two want me to get you something else?

"Oh, excuse me. I'm just thinking... it's not like rice never fits my mouth."

Yes, it's the sweatshirt that wraps excuses around the quickie. She left when she went to a nearby village... No, I was worried about Ray.

That was the same with Haruki sitting next to him, with a face that wouldn't float for a different reason from the Emperor.

"Was I? But if you don't eat well, you won't be able to keep thinking."

With that said, she was the same unchanging smile that encouraged the knit and the spring tree. Seeing it and feeling creepy, each person. The sweatshirt and spring tree were sometimes on the spot by the wow, and I didn't find it creepy.

But the emperor, an elderly man and with sharp insightful eyes, was feeling terribly creepy.

The emperor stacks his self-blame on his chest several times.

The fact that I turned her into a woman like this doll, who was laughing calmly, leads me to regret the order I gave her that day from my mouth.

Hands shaking the knife tremble with countless overlapping regrets no longer.

- Karan.

I heard a knife fall to the ground. The emperor noticed that the knife was not in his hand, especially when he tried not to stop and resume the meal.

That's when. What struck me was the paralysis that spread all over my body.

"Ahhh..."

"Gu......"

Battambatan and heard a man fall on the table or on the ground. Everyone was leaking groans, hands, feet, and shaking their bodies at the end.

"Ah, Iris......?

With a trembling voice, he moved his body without listening, and he saw Alicia.

Her face still the same as Nico's. It stroked his spine with chills.

"Are you still able to speak? Your diet contains more than 10 times the usual paralysis pills."

Without hiding it, her mouth rips open on the third moon. To match it, a soldier who was holding back behind her dragged the emperor rampantly down from his chair, unable to move, causing him to kneel before her. Deep sorrow floats in the eyes of the emperor, who grabbed his hair behind him and was forced to raise his face in front of her.

"Iris, do you hate me...?

"Hate? Hehe"

She was elegant and then let the emperor bathe in a distorted laugh.

"Yeah, I hate it. Very. It's not enough to break everything that's important to you, make it unscrupulous, make it a gutter."

…………

Her hatred, the emperor took silently. No excuses, no resistance. Just take her passion.

He may have wanted to be blamed this way for a long time.

I can only defend his choice that he did the right thing around him while sending his own brother to his death and being annoyed by regret and self-reproach. No one blames themselves for saying they were wrong.

That was the pain.

He wanted me to blame him. He said his choice was a mistake. I didn't want you to tell my brother it was right to order him to die.

So he was not willing to resist Iris' hatred.

But her accumulated hatred is not small enough to be stopped with the life of one of his.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty. You're not the only one I hate. I hate everything about this country, this country. The brave man also forgot that he was desperate to protect him, and hated the people who cornered him. The nobleman who expelled Gaius hates it. You hate me for driving my brother to a dead place where I split his blood! I hate everything about this country that killed him."

From her mouth screaming hatred, a spit flies into the face of the emperor.

"... so I decided to destroy this country."

She shouted outrageously and said so quietly, as if satisfied.

"Iris, I'm the only one who's bad. All hatred goes to me."

He glanced straight at her and begged her to laugh creepily. But she laughs like she's really enjoying herself without getting along with it.

She was already broken.

"Hehe, that's not enough then. I'm not satisfied with just killing him. I give you the despair you deserve. I will destroy the country you tried to protect until you killed Gaius. Are you happy?

So she leaned her neck, and asked the emperor, and she rang her bread and hands twice.

"Now let's begin the feast of vengeance"

A servant, a soldier, who vowed allegiance to her who was in the mansion, moved in unison to the voice from his mouth, which he avoided on the third moon. Out of the city, in the midst of the crowd. Those who remain in the mansion and kill soldiers who were guarding in the garden, the roles given to them vary, but everyone had him all in the flames of hatred in his eyes.

"A lot of people agreed with me. You cut all the pieces for it, and you hate this country."

Iris, overlooking the emperor, was back with his original nicked face.

A scream strikes the city. It also sounded like a mansion. Iris heard it with a tranced look, and Zebrato understood everything and paled.

"Start by turning these phonies into demons."

Soldiers and servants who agree with her left in the mansion take the vial. It was shaded like a potion, but from the word demon she had spoken, you can quickly see that it wasn't even a busy one.

"Stop it, Iris. Even if you do that..."

"Nothing left?

She could not even scream with a paralyzed mouth, and with a weak voice the emperor tries to stop her, but it was overthrown with her words.

"Do you need to leave it? No, I don't. Everything in this country disappears, and I die, too. That's it."

She can't be stopped anymore.

Becoming a vengeful ghost, she will not stop until she is killed.

That brings deep darkness into Zebrat.

What he sees in his eyes are the younger brothers' cauldrons, whom he calls, who are about to be transformed into demons by the woman whom his brother, imprisoned by hatred, loved and loved, and by those who lend a hand to her vengeance.

The water put in the vial was about to pour into their mouths, just caught in tears in situations where they could not move.

- I'm sorry.

Is that for not being able to judge yourself?

For not being able to carry her hatred on you? For having to kill her with this hand that my brother wanted to protect?

Zebrato, as emperor, also made the choice to shatter his own heart.

A soldier who was about to pour water into the brave was chopped into the wind. A soldier who was suppressing the emperor blew up with the bombing.

Blood splashes and dust dance.

A fierce sharp wind breaks through the walls of the room and the blast burns with the smoke. Without even screaming, they were buried by Zebrato.

"Become... ⁉"

Suddenly, Iris was stunned and turned his attention to the Emperor, having been wiped out in an instant by more than a dozen soldiers.

"Then you monster...!

"Iris, resent me"

He twists his paralyzing body down with force, and rises up with a roar. And when I slowly pulled the sword out, I turned to her.

"As emperors, revenge on them cannot be overlooked.... Farewell, Iris"

"Like this...... there's no way this is going to end up here, Zebrado OH!!!!

Iris didn't die before, yet he shouts hatred. But that cry does not stop the sword.

Zebrat had killed his heart, freezing his heart to the extreme, as he once did when he gave his brother his command.

Its frozen heart passed to the cold blade, and when it tried to cut off her life, the blade stood alone, obeying inertia and falling out of Zebrat's hands.

"What..."

When Zebrato turned his attention to a sword fixed in the air, trying not to panic and grasp the status quo,

"Hitchhich, it's my checkmate"

Yes, the word that ends sounds. Seeing, one of the brave men falling down, a man poking a knife in the neck of a gray-haired girl, was laughing with his madly distorted eyes.

"Oh, you've come a lot. This man almost killed me."

"I can't let you die yet."

Iris and the man seem to be more than familiar with each other. The emperor casts a chilling glance at the knit that has taken him hostage. Her eyes were fixed on the knife placed on her neck and she was terribly frightened. But her body was paralyzed and she could not move her mouth, only to make her fear grow in her heart.

Meanwhile, Haruki's eyes dominated by anger emotions as he managed to move his body next to it. The murderer looked at the angry gaze, comfortably, distorting his nibble and mouth.

"You're the engraved killer."

"Yes, it's an honor to have two of my names known to His Majesty the Emperor."

A killer who admitted to being a clam. But he moves his eyes around the partition and looks around, seemingly unwilling to fit into the emperor too much. The gaze, as if it were a statute of goods, stroked each and every one of the brave men who fell into it.

"So, what are your demands?

"Well, let's just get you away from my partner's girlfriend"

Murderers stick their demands to the emperor, but they don't look. More than that, he seemed to enjoy how he would kill those who were here.

The emperor obeys the demands of such a killer and takes distance from Iris.

"Anything else?

"So can you strangle the boy there?

Happily, the Emperor replied with a strong attitude to the murderer who spoke so.

"- No."

At that moment, the blade of the wind rumbled. It was the magic unleashed by the emperor in an attempt to chop up the killer. But...

"Quarantine space"

The killer, who smiled and created an invisible wall, chilled its magic without bitterness. The emperor peeled his eyes at that strange way of defending, but he did not lose his calm.

From the information already obtained, I made a guess that it was defense by space-based skills. In his head, the matrix for killing killers is gradually in place.

"Scary. Scary. This is why the strong. But that's why this exaltation. How can I kill you?"

Murderers who deactivated quarantine spaces. Distorted emotions are appearing on your face. Hands trembling in joy tremble in small pieces, scratching small on the neck of the knit. Two and shed blood.

A knit with pain added to the fear of death shivers the body as it cramps.

"That's right, how about being killed by the person you killed?

Kacha......

Small metal noise. A tiny sound that rings when something moves.

The identity was the little collision sound played by the armor when the body of the man Zefrat killed trembled for just a moment.

"No way......"

The servant emperor, too, had no choice but to admire it. The dead rose up slowly. Its body is marked by blood seeping and flesh and bone defects caused by the explosion. It is no longer a living state or a moving body.

But as if possessed by resentment, the man's body stomped firmly on the floor.

"The resentment of the dead is so beautiful and strong."

Strike Zefrat with the resentment that the corpse is speechless.

"Vooah!"

Spitting and blood fly. Considering that's what splashed out of the body, my spine is going to grow with disgust.

However, only a few minutes have passed since his death, so his blood, spit, and raw warmth, and no body corrosion. Mental hygiene may be helpful, but that's why it was unnecessarily unusual.

…………

Zefrat, who shouted and regained his calm. Two bodies moving in resentment attacked him. He lets his body pass through magic, even though he is uncomfortable with the work that deceases him. At any time, it was shaped to counter any attack.

At the same time, in his head, magical images were being assembled.

Meanwhile.

"You shouldn't. Only that man will kill with my hands."

With that in his mouth, Iris approaches the killer,

"If you take my prey, I'll kill you, too, won't I?

And, killers don't treat you like you're dealing with them.

The madness of different colors bumps into each other. Zefrat looked sideways at the situation, deciding whether it was a match of interest rather than a consignment.

Iris, who wants to terrorize the empire, and a killer who just wants to kill. I thought that the unanimity of interests had led to linking these two.

A collision of hatred and intent to kill. And when the battle between the living and the dead didn't even begin,

"Get away from Mr. Knitting, murderer!

There was a man who rewarded the murderer with an arrow. The killer, slashed from his back and alarmed, suffered more than a thin skin wound to his back and had to leave his knit.

Bravely, it was the little boy, Ghoul, who stood up to him.

He, like the brave man, was fed the paralyzed poison and fell on the floor, but he slowly moved his paralyzing body, taking the medicine he had been given as a precaution, recovering by the time he could move.

"Well, well, it's a brave thing"

Try to roll, runaway killer. Standing beside it, with a chilled eye of gools, compliments Iris. She remembered her anger and anxiety at the gradual collapse of her plan, but did not put it on her expression, but merely stopped to send a cold glance.

"The ambush was brilliant when you stepped on it that you couldn't win from the front."

Blood seeps through your back. The clothes are torn and the slashed wound is exposed. But I'm not feeling any pain, but the killer stands up...

"Hiccup, shall I kill you?"

Deeper intentions to kill than the deep sea turned to Ghoul. Cold sweat overflows Ghoul's forehead. It's new to my memory that I used to stand in front of this man and stand up for nothing.

Ghoul got stronger. Intense, rigorous training, both spiritual and physical. However, to the extent that the hair still grew. If the killer asks me if I'm strong enough to relate, I have to lean my neck. Totally unexpected, he was not even able to cause deep wounds.

I mean, things haven't changed since before.

But if only one thing had changed, that would have been what he had sworn that day. To my mother. To my own master. And above all to yourself.

I held him so hard in my heart that my mother could be a proud man, he didn't pull.

"This is the first step."

As I say to myself, he holds a murderer in his eyes with a strong light and stands in front of him.

In that appearance, the knit, which was only fearful, was also inspired and strongly felt.

If we don't step out now, I have to change nothing.

"but..."

With a trembling voice, I only deposit my thoughts with him instead of my immobile body.

For a moment, the orange light wraps around Ghoul's body. The light was as warm as the sun, and a light that included tenderness and strength.

Surround yourself with warm light, surprise Ghoul and open your eyes. And I see the light that attaches to my body so that I can be sure of the force that rises on my body.

"Wow......"

If this... and for a moment, a gushing mind. But it was dispelled by an even colder intent to kill.

"Your despair seems delicious."

Murderers rattling their mouths. Blood-running eyes like predators. The light that made some difference to Ghoul could also only be an element that would boost the madness of a killer.

Ghoul understands.

We still have to get it.

- In a moment, the intent to kill is squeezed.

Ghoul instinctively felt a chill in his neck, tilting his body aggressively and raising his arms.

Bushy arms tear. That's where my neck was until a moment ago. What happened didn't stop in his eyes, but Dosssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

"Hiccup."

The intent to kill a madman who leaked a short laugh never stops.

Eyes, abdomen, shoulders, wrists, chest.

Chills run all over your body. The pain of being slashed through the flesh becomes fever, transmits the nerves and flows into the brain.

Where the hell are you taking it from, the knife never disappears from the hands of a killer. The knife was back in the hands of the killer just moments before Ghoul felt the chills and wounded. No, it looked more like I was taking it out new than I was returning.

Ghoul's wounds increase in time. The knife already thrown exceeds 100, and the table behind the ghoul is hive state. It was obvious that if we stopped moving even for a moment, Ghoul would do the same.

And the chills that strike Ghoul even harder. One goes to two. Having felt two chills at the same time, Ghoul adds new slashing wounds to his cheeks and abdomen.

"Hiccup, will you hold it forever?"

A murderer who shows his teeth and laughs with his eyes like a child he even sees in a circus. Ghoul desperately avoids while distorting his face to the pain that has spread throughout his body. From the side, the movement is small, and it doesn't even seem to be sparing.

But the truth is, Ghoul couldn't move. As Ghoul tries to move forward and forward, the chills strike as if expecting it. That limits Ghoul's movement and won't let him do anything.

The killer takes the lead, and Ghoul can barely move from his first position. irritated by impatience and fear. Plus I'm still young and inexperienced. He did not yet know that he would endure.

The rush drove him to a reckless attack.

Ignoring the chills, a knife dyed red with blood profoundly pierces both his thighs as he takes a step forward. The blade, where the remnants of the magic lingered, severed Gould's muscles from the butch, turning down his flesh and still trying to force it to move.

"Uh-huh."

There is no more power in Ghoul's feet. What is the strong will to reward an absolute arrow? Your body leans to the floor on your back. Still, according to the will, the hand waves down before, the sword against the murderer. Even if I could see and know it wouldn't arrive, I couldn't help but scratch it.

But they had one miscalculation.

"............ ugh!

For a moment, it stretched. The cutting edge of the sword captured the killer.

- Oh, look at that.

The only thing I thought to myself was Haruki, who could only keep an eye on the war. Haruki was a body that couldn't move and calmly predicted the timing. the moment to poke the murderer's void.

It was his unique skill 'Huge' that instantly stretched the sword of Ghoul. The killer, who showed alarm that the battle had been entirely decided, was slashed wide open in the chest by Spring Tree's tactics.

Blood dances. Bashful splashes of blood stain the floor bright red. A knife falls from the hands of a killer into a bloodbath.

But I won't fall. He bled out of his mouth, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured. But it won't be like breaking a knee and falling into the floor.

Instead, the intent to kill becomes darker, colder, ecstasy leaps and madness in my eyes.

"Aha..."

Disgusting grin. Zorr, the whole body of blood draws away.

It was a grin that gave the image of intense death.

Both Ghoul, who stood up to him with courage, and the two who supported him, and the rest of the brave men who made him fear a situation that never got better, felt the chill all over his body.

- And at that time, new blood broke out.

"Well done"

If you look at it, Zebrato is pounding the killer's chest. The body that was attacking him had already been truncated and magically burned. From the corpse that continues to rise even in the fire, I can feel something similar to a demon.

A corpse that moves without losing an arm, losing a leg, and even a neck. The only means left in Zebrato were incineration.

The fire burns into the mansion. As it were, the mansion would be covered with fire. But before I extinguished it, I had something to do.

"Well, the engraved killer. Your sin in killing so many innocent people is heavy. I would have cut it off here, but your memory is necessary for the return of the brave. Now let's keep him alive."

Zebrato contemplated the return of the brave man, and did not offer todome to the murderer. But a killer with a pierced chest, if left alone, would not be immune to death. When the bah and sword were pulled out of the killer's chest, he fell into the front.

But I haven't lost consciousness, and when I vomit blood reflexes and lie on my back...

"Hihihihi"

I laughed when I saw the emperor.

No longer understandable. Though pierced through his own chest, he would lose a great deal of blood and his consciousness would be blurred, neither the will to kill nor the madness would disappear yet. Nobody understood what was making a killer laugh.

The part close to instinct sounds the alarm.

Zebrato wondered for a moment if he should stab Todome. This man should be erased as soon as possible, even in one second.

But before I make that decision, the roar and the grunt rocked the mansion, causing my thoughts to interrupt.

As if there had been an earthquake, the building would shake and something would fall. Not only that, but I could easily imagine hearing the cracking of vases and plates and scattering fragments on the floor.

Fortunately, however, the earthquake was not that great. It was not a level of collapse of the building, but an earthquake to the extent that poorly equipped furniture collapsed or objects fell.

Zebrato breaks his alarm and turns to Iris. Iris still had the same hatred in his eyes.

And when I tried to cut off her life again, uh...

"uhhhhhhh"

Sounding roar again. That was the sound of the room wall blowing up. It was the two of them who blew up the walls, rolled up the dust and filled a rambling entry.

One is a man who blew up with the wall and fell on a table that turned upside down. My body has already melted. I don't even look conscious.

And the other intruder stepped over a pile of rubble and appeared dignified.

"Come on, master of the demon riots. To arrest you... is that it?

and an intruder who tilts his neck when he sees the mastermind and the emperor who points his sword at it. Furthermore, if we look at the chills and the tragedies around us and get a correct picture of the situation…

"... it's over."

I realized I was late.

The wind blew through the hole leading to the mansion's garden was empty.