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

By the time the sun had fallen and the darkness had fallen into the city, we were finally free from the strong winds made by Haku's wings.

The only light that lights the earth that spreads beneath your eyes. Seen from above the sky, it shows all the more conspicuously.

"Pi?"

"Oh, it fits. I guess."

Haku, who has looked to the city and confirmed it. But I don't remember coming to Arctia, and I replied a little vague.

"Now, how long will you be arresting me?"

"Shackles, shackles."

"You look like you're having fun"

I can't really be serial because of the hack of one lung appearance, but I took it with a wide heart that the finish of the resumption had not yet fallen.

And I tried to tell Haku to go down, it was then. What made the city noisy?

"Here we go..."

Screaming from the city and the sound of destruction.

Looks like it was a little late. But it's not like I didn't make it.

"Luxeria, Huck, I'm going first. Sylvia, don't go into the city because it's dangerous."

"Wait, Kitty!

I didn't even hear Sylvia stop, and I jumped off Huck's back. Because I'm faster from here.

"Space"

During the fall, the space was extended to all of this city.

People fleeing. Follow it, humans… or demons. The flow extends radially from the large building.

In the hall, dozens of human beings fall and fall, still seem to be alive, but can hardly feel themselves moving.

Around it, about 10 human beings stand looking down at them, only one being woken up and dragged out in front of a woman. As those two argue about something, moving their mouths, but unfortunately I didn't know what they were saying to me without the skill to do lip reading in space.

However, I had an approximate idea of what was going on.

Apparently, this is the master hall.

I hung my feet in fixed space. And as you step through it hard, there will be an explosive acceleration.

I can't help it. I don't even have to. The new demonic costume that has just been created is wrapped around only one leg, and is further accelerated by adding instantaneous motion.

My eyes don't follow my speed, and everything that goes into my sight flows backwards in line.

In a fraction of an hour, perhaps less than a second, he jumped through like a bullet, to the outskirts of the city or to the central mansion.

The ground of the mansion looms. If you collide at this speed, you won't be safe with me.

However, the instantaneous super deceleration function works, and the moment it touches the ground, the world returns to normal. The roar echoes with the landing. Dobba and earthsmoke rose instead of killing the momentum of acceleration caused by the demonic costume.

"Who is it!

It was the middle-aged Imperial soldier who roughed up his voice like that. Around, there are servants invisible to soldiers. In total, there are five of them. What do they have in common is that they are all dirty in return blood?

If you look, there are about five Imperial soldiers in the garden...

"... get out of the way. I don't know which side you're on, but this mansion is mostly for you. How's the response going?

Just looking at the situation, I didn't know if it was an enemy. So I hinted and waited for a response to avenge the Lord of the Mansion, that is, the mastermind of this case.

In contrast, the response taken by the soldier, the servant, was physical.

A bloody blade and a magical storm strike.

Too bad it's that way.

I didn't panic, I shook it with my sword. Only then did the ground disappear with magic and the sword was bounced with wind pressure.

"Ha ha, Dick Mitte"

After recognising the usefulness of the new demon costume, I approached the unbalanced soldier with a natural body.

"Ku, take your pills!

The Imperial soldier I approached was the leader of that group, and while giving instructions to the whole thing, I put my sword aside to take my sword.

But I can see you defended, but no fool punches you into that place. When I returned my wrist, I twisted my hips and put my sword up on the soldier's shoulder.

"Gu......!

A soldier whose face was distorted by pain. He's staring at me like he sees a vendetta. I raised my nibble and mouth angle to that gaze, and with my feet wrapped around the new demon costume, I kicked my stomach up as much as I wanted.

Kubah! and the body of a soldier rising high in heaven, sprinkling dirty liquid from his mouth. Seeing his companions climb up almost at right angles, the rest of the soldiers put amazement and fear on their faces, but hurried to get their hands on their chests and pockets as if they had been driven more agitated than that.

"You think I'm gonna let you do it?"

When I say something like that, I move to stop them from taking the pills out. The three who were far away were simultaneously activated by fixation, inversion and rebellion, one grabbing the hand that stuck in his pocket and pulling it out forcefully.

Then he pulled the arm of the man he grabbed and slammed it to the ground with the power of his demon-disguised arm, as if doing a Judo backthrow.

"Kaha......!

The ground is concave with dogginess. Soil and dust came along, but my vision was good. Thousands of eyes and clairvoyant collaborations detail where I look.

At the end of that gaze, other than a fixed servant, the system was already about to be put in place. The hand is about to reach for the medicine again.

- I want a gun.

To the extent I thought so, I couldn't afford it. The three types of space and instantaneous motion that can be stopped instantaneously cannot be used with time limits. Or, to cast magic, we don't have a little time.

I wish I had a gun, but it wouldn't drop conveniently.

But this is a fantastic world. My nails fall off conveniently.

"Hey, what's this?

"Damn, you're a demon!

Yes, there were claws wrapped around the arms of the two people who reached for the medicine.

He's the only one who can use such strange treasures.

"Nice, Huck!

If I looked up, my nails were spread across the city from the sky. Large bodies assimilate into the dark night with body-compatible wild claws stretched out of their hands and feet, as if free-flowing claws stretched out of black dragons were raiding the city, driving fear to people.

"Do it, Huck!

"Big Fish Big Fish!

Huck fights like he's even fishing, having fun. Its pleasant voice echoes across the city, but no one will ever expect a black dragon on the sky to be emitting it.

People who forget to scream suddenly and fear its pitch-black dragons. Petan drops his hips on the spot, as if he gave up.

Presence of the strongest species stained in the back of the brain. Fear of a blow like no other brace shook people up, driving people's cities to ruin more than once.

Even if they were still children who had not reached that area, they did not have the knowledge to distinguish it from them who had lived peacefully in the city. Fear only swells up.

- But with them on their asses, the outstretched nails roll back together. It not only hung the two people in front of me, but also the demon man who had lost his reason, by the number of his fingers, and threw him outside the city.

"Piggy!"

Thunderlight runs on Haku's body, feathering the guns and wings and sliding perpendicular to the top of the city.

Bees and hacks that thunderbolt your body like thunder dragons. Are the guys on board gonna be okay?

The thunder that illuminates the darkness of the night gathers Haku's body to the slippery mouth.

To go with it, swollen chest and opposite body. And dazzling thunder overflowing from your mouth.

It's like you're adding sun to your mouth.

- In an instant, the blinding rays ran diagonally from heaven to earth, and they were swallowed up by the braces of thunder, including the demon thrown by Huk.

Thunder and overlapping roar rush through the ground. And after the light covering his sight cleared, the outskirts of the city were left with only black, burnt traces for hundreds of meters.

He's horrible.

I can shoot another pair of braces. Plus, that unique restraint technique.

Free and free, and numerous. I can fly, I'm vegan and strong.

True, it's the first time that the name of the most powerful species has grown.

"Geff."

It's like saying you ate too much, Huck you got. I think I can still afford it. I guess that means I can shoot that class of braces many times.

Oh, man, the most powerful species really grow fast. I can't lose, either.

I regained consciousness of the enemy in front of me.

- 10 seconds.

That is the limit at which the fixed space is uniquely lifted, and the time at which the remaining two species are freed from the limit.

At the same time that time came, he sank the last one with an intense kick to see if his neck would be cut a thousand times.

The first soldier to kick up, who had fallen in good time, where the last one stripped his white eyes and a soldier who rolled down the ground was slammed against a fence on a flowerbed. Sounds painful, but still seems conscious. He glanced at the soldier and then dropped his hips.

Magic to contract. Acceleration, such as in the event of instantaneous motion, affects the body. And to the spicy, conscious soldier, I hit him relentlessly, shielding his body and plunging him into the mansion.

When you drill a hole in the wall, blow up the door, and make a forceful intrusion, you're running straight through to the room where you captured the reaction ahead of you.

- Somebody stop her, brother!

I heard someone asking for help. No, is it more accurate to say it came through than to say I heard it?

At any rate, I don't have time to fit into an unexplained voice.

Now even a second sooner, to where they are.

I go through the building without stopping at my voice. With more bonbongs and new doors, going through the walls about four, we get to a room that would now be in exactly a pressing situation.

"Rahhhhhh"

I blew the last wall out of every man's body with full muscle running, and soon I slipped into the room, too.

The debris makes a noise and falls to the floor. The earthen smoke subsided, my vision gradually opened, and I caught sight of the situation in the room.

Bloodstained floor. On top of that, there are several scattered corpses that have been turned into immobile meat chunks. Some of those bodies were moving, even though they had demonized, lost their hands and feet and burned their entire bodies with fire.

The next thing I saw was the figure of the brave men. Some people wear blood and their bodies are stained red, but at first glance, they don't seem to be injured and unable to move. There is consciousness. But my body cramped thin and I couldn't seem to move. Is it called paralysis?

While making that assumption, capture a full-body scratched ghoul in his gradually clearing vision, and a falling down murderer.

Due to the positional relationship between the two opposites, I thought that Ghoul had defeated the killer sooner rather than later, and I feel proud as a master, and I feel sorry for the shape that caused him to wipe my ass.

I saw Ghoul, whose body would no longer be able to move, and he worked hard, opening his mouth to me after that.

"Come on, Mr. Mastermind of the Demon Disturbance. To arrest you... is that it?

but in the last opened sight was the appearance of an emperor pointing a sword with red blood dripping towards a woman of nobility, the mastermind, no matter how she saw it.

"... it's over."

Apparently, the emperor has put this place away by himself.

When I explored it in space, I should have been grabbed on my knees and held down... but that's what I meant when I came.

Perhaps the emperor also gets a paralysis poison or something similar to it. My hands are trembling subtly.

But in that state he hunted down the murderers, the mastermind women. I guess that means I'm not a line-up prowess. I feel so magnificent and dependable that I don't think that the dwelling is being invaded by paralysis.

"Do you kill him?

Knowing the approximate situation, I asked the Emperor to do so. I thought it might be better if I kept my mouth shut, but for some reason I was concerned about the earlier hearing, and that's what I heard.

"That's right. Don't let this man live."

The slaughter overflowing from the eyes of the emperor who once flushed me was ruthless and contained no other emotions. As if, like me who assumed that acting selfish was the right path, he had no kindness, no warmth, cold eyes.

Because that's how I got a sense of ready-to-see, I...

"... I don't think you should kill him."

I said such sweet things.

I don't know them deeply, but to a shallow extent, I think so. He said he was tied to being an emperor.

But I'm not experienced enough to do good and evil there. If you change the way you see it, the answer will change. It seemed like such a thing.

"I have decided that it is more solid to kill this man"

An emperor who shoots a noble woman through a sharp and cold gaze and mouths her pale as if greeting of a formal event.

Benefits of killing, benefits of not killing. I was mentioned by both sides. But the emperor, knowing that, decided to kill him.

I've stopped talking.

Was the aristocratic woman blamed for the killing, a step back? But the tips and heels hit the wall, and there's no escape or anything behind it.

She nevertheless escapes sideways and sideways slightly with her back pulled against the wall, as she still seeks an escape.

I didn't do anything about it. I was just watching.

This is... for the sake of the country, even my brother, with feelings similar to anger in a sense, wondering if it's the way a man cuts off even his family.

I don't give a hand, when a sword is waved down my neck.

- No! No!

The hallucinations echo in the back of my brain again.

- We're not gonna make it! We can put magic on the floor!

... What would this voice be?

What won't make it?

Before such questions arose, the sense of impatience and urgency transmitted directly to the brain was reflexively pumping magic from foot to floor.

Am I... an asshole?

A moment later, when he calmed down and complained about himself being driven by his fantasy,

The woman who was being hunted down - laughed.

The moment I saw it, my spine stretched. Cold chills like cold sword tips on your spine and unpleasant disgust that makes you want to scratch rush through your body.

That seemed to be the same for the emperor, when, at the moment, the tip of the sword flashed in front of the woman's face. but it never pruned her neck.

A woman's body sinking into the floor as if it had fallen into the water. The sword line changes orbit like following it. - but the emperor's blade slightly uneven to the sound of a thrust from directly below. The deadly discrepancy saved the woman's life and allowed her to remain merely to destroy the floors, which the magic had yet to reach.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

The laughter rings out of the hole where the woman disappears. At the same time, the continuous explosion sound transmitted. The shock and severe shaking transmitted to Zuchinzucin and his legs have eloquently told us that there is a huge explosion underneath.

If the magic pack had been delayed for a second... we would have been caught in this explosion, and me and the Emperor would still be dead, the others.

Is that voice trying to help us a little...?

A guess comes to mind that makes me want to say I'm such an idiot. It was then. I heard the phantom again.

- Get away from there!

"Huh... Everybody out of here!

I immediately represented the phantom and urged everyone to evacuate, but no one seems to be able to move except the emperor who reacted to my voice.

"Damn!

What are we gonna do?

Is there anything I can do to move this number of people...

A floor reinforced by magic is being pushed into something different from the explosion. The splendid mansion was no longer worn down, the floors outside this room had already blown up and the walls had collapsed. Only this spot was as if it had been slipped through, with large holes around it.

ceilings and debris falling out of support. Underneath, spring trees, knitwear, and gools are unable to move and are falling.

I try to shoot compressed magic out of my hands reflexively, stopping on the brink.

- At this distance, I get involved.

Even during that moment of hesitation, the ceiling is falling directly below, with the missing debris pouring down on the brave men.

I got tired, put my head around it to see if there was anything - I went to the bet.

"In time!"

The magic that was spinning all over your body, all at once. And I solidified it, stretched it.

It's a demon king's affair. It was a hopeful observation that I would have a similar skill line, but they managed to get it out.

I grabbed the debris that had fallen with a few red hands stretched out of my body, or crushed it and lifted all four sides of the ceiling with a different hand from it, supporting it from the bottom.

"Ha, ha, I think I'm losing my mind"

I'm separating my thoughts, but still 10 bottles is the limit. Was it bad you were aware of your hands, your brain was heating up.

I have a headache. It won't last long.

A further explosion strikes us, even as we suffer the pain of running into our heads like that. The explosion broke down the support of this room, which had remained painfully, and the floor leaned heavily.

"Damn."

When I threw up like that, instead of the debris that was running low, I stretched my hand across the hole and sewed the magic of my feet and floor.

"Gu......"

Gakun and the floor of the room fall - stop.

- But I can't feel very safe.

The situation now is like shafting my body and forcing it to support this massive object. With the weight of the floor, my lower body is going to be taken. Plus, the weight of the ceiling is added, and the body is twitching and lowering.

As it were, sooner or later, it fell.

"Pi!"

And my reliable partner's hand there...... no, my nails are stretching. Haku wrapped his fingernails around the groove and the second floor of the mansion, lifting them up and throwing them out of the city.

"You, there wouldn't have been anybody ⁉ *"

"It's okay!"

I accidentally yelled and confirmed to Haku, who threw it abusively, but Haku said it seemed fine. I don't bother throwing my nose where people are because my nose is fine...... I want to believe.

"Hopefully...... well that helped anyway!

"Pi!"

Yes, from Huck's back, who replied, Luxeria jumped without even slowing down. Luxeria landed with a dong noise.

Now go down more gently, I wanted to scream, but when I saw Luxeria's face with the sweat creeping and burning, I stopped.

"Hurry up, sir! The water is coming up from below!

"If you ask me, the water sounds..."

Did you destroy the pulse?

Or did you dig the hot springs, but the water is easier to deal with than the explosion. You can freeze it.

"Sylvia, freeze me!

"I don't need to be told."

I literally raised my voice to Sylvia riding Haku's back because I was full of hands, but by then her chanting had already ended.

"Icicle Rain!"

From heaven, column-like ice falls. A column of ice protruded into the hole blown up by a circularly round explosion. Frost seeping out of the ice cubes and the sound of pacifiers and water chilling and freezing strokes the tympanic membrane.

The original Icicle Rain just drops the ice cubes, but she can't help but put her hands on the existing magic. It is also seen in the distance that extreme cold air is seeping out of the ice column.

Without a heart or ambient temperatures became much colder. Almost done, I want you to work for me in this desperate situation.

I don't know if you know my mood like that, Lucy follows it.

"Me too!

With only a peek in his face from Huck's back, Lucy chanted magic with a temperamental voice.

"Rockwave!"

What she chanted was elementary magic. But the scale is at a level that I don't think is very elementary, where the earth roars hard and begins to wave with gnats.

Hey, my hand...

A large soil wave involves my demon hand and falls into the hole, swallowing the ice columns Sylvia drops and liding the ground.

"Please run away!

I can't seem to afford a voice, and Lucy screams. I let go of my hands buried in terrible dirt.

Zuuuuu

I didn't fall right off where I let go of my hand. However, she shredded the temporary earth she had made and gradually began to decline.

There doesn't seem to be much time left.

I used my demon hand to grab the brave men's bodies and take them outside the mansion. At that time, it became somewhat abusive, but I would like to ask you to spare me the degree of abrasion.

Luxeria, on the other hand, also held one in each of its hands, going back and forth over the dirt. For holding it aside, he treats it more politely than I do, but his running speed is considerable, so his neck seems to be whipped.

But while me and Luxeria were busy moving, the Emperor didn't try to move. I concentrate my consciousness all the way down. For a moment, I thought about giving it a mouth, but I hesitated to give it because its face was too serious.

As a result, we were able to take almost all of them out on three trips to and from the landfill.

All that remains is the emperor and the ghoul, and then the killer.

When I disarmed the demon costume, I rushed over to Ghoul, where I had cuts all over my body.

"You did a really good job"

"I wonder..."

Ghoul's voice was weak. I poured it into his mouth and wound when I took the best potion I could out of the storage space. Then Ghoul distorted his face as if it was stinging or painful. But I have to shed tears. I endure desperately, and I don't even scream.

... You've gotten really strong.

"Have you used all the potions?

"If I was training alone, I'd be gone"

Did the pain pull off, or there was a little strength back in Ghoul's voice. When I lifted the ghoul, I turned my eyes to the killer who would fall right on its side.

Hugh, Hugh.

Breathing was terribly painful, and there was a massive overflow of blood from a deeply cut chest wound. Severe illness is also serious. Leave it like this and you'll have a few more minutes of your life.

But...

"Now die alone"

I dared to stab my sword deep into the heart of a murderer.

The feeling of breaking through meat and bones. It's a feeling I remember. I don't feel too good.

But this guy's got to be sure to kill him here. Now, if I hadn't stopped breathing, it felt like I'd be killed again.

I was scared. This guy's face.

Before death, you're not supposed to do anything, but your eyes are full of madness, your mouth, your face, your fear of death, your body pain, as if you're not feeling it.

"- Isn't that great?

The voice was emitted by a killer whose heart is now being pierced.

"I wanted you to know this exhilaration. You can hear me. If you came to this world as dead as I did, you'd be able to hear the dead."

"... oh, I hear you"

There's a sad groan.

A voice resents the living.

There's a voice screaming hate.

"But I'm deaf."

What does it mean to be trapped in the grievances of the dead? Is there anything more there than sympathy for someone you've never even met?

"...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The killer's face distorts into anger. It's like being betrayed by something you believed in, those eyes are asking for me. Very invisible to a man with a pierced heart. The light seemed disastrously cloudy, trying to swallow me with every light as dark as an abyss.

"You can understand me. If you can hear the same voice, you can understand how wonderful it is to liberate your soul. Why don't you try to figure it out! Death is salvation! The liberation of the bound soul is what the dead want! Why don't you listen to me when you can hear me! Aren't you trying to free yourself from this badly distorted world!

The killer sprinkles blood reflexes and screams out loud. So he begs for me, irrelevant to have a sword implanted in his body.

- As a companion.

"... you don't even want to understand. It just sounds like bullshit to me trying to justify a murder."

I was scared.

Today is the first time I've heard a voice.

So maybe I can still say this. Sooner or later, am I going to get caught dead like this?

That kind of fear has sprung up.

- That's not true.

But the voice denies the fear.

- You responded to my voice. You would understand. What this man is asking is resentment. It is not the voice of the dead.

And I've conveyed a desire that's not resentful and cynical.

- Stop her. Not with your brother's hand, but with yours. I don't want either of you to suffer anymore.

At this time, with these words, I finally know who this voice is.

"Oh."

That's all the replies are.

"Murderer, I'm not like you. I can hear you wanting the happiness of the living."

A weakly pulsating heart. I didn't want to feel the beat any more and pulled out my sword. Red, red, bloodstained sword. Red droplets fall from the potato.

"... envy"

With words from the mouth of a murderer, two and shed blood. eyes with the darkness of a black abyss with open pupils. Blood that stopped him from moving. Chest that runs.

I burned the death to my eyes and slowly lowered my sword.

"... I didn't know that."

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