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

Earlier, it was apparently the village chief from this village that Dikuld talked to. He spoke politely wondering if that was not the case, but it still seemed to be the case, and he was able to hear from the village chief about the demons that had struck this village before pursuing the demons.

Five demons attacked the village. None of them knew their official names. This is natural if you look at it from them who have little to no fight with demons, even adventurers who fight with demons more often than not, if they go to different lands, they will most likely fight against demons they don't know about.

But I could only hear a little bit about what kind of demon it was.

Of the five, they said two were four-legged walking beasts. They hang around with barefoot feet and attack with tough jaws and sharp fangs.

All three remaining bodies seemed to be bipedal, but every individual was huge and said to be comparable in size to an orga. Also, it seems that the whole thing was twice the size of that. I also told him he was going to attack me with a giant gold bar.

When Dikuld received this information, he rushed to the village chief's house and headed under the pedestrian who had brought him here. After this, he promised to give me a ride to Dilberg, but I had reason not to.

Using the skills of the space taught by Ray, as he walked around the city, he was able to quickly find him even with directional tone deafness.

If I could widen the range like Ray, his directional tone deafness might be better, too, but that's a long story ahead. Essentially because his talents are biased against his physical abilities.

Dikuld slowly approached the pedestrian, looking sorry. Then he also notices Dikuld and stops the hand that was about to take the load to the carriage.

"I heard the story, knight. They're going to exorcise the demons that attacked this village."

"What? Is that story already spreading?

Dikuld was a little surprised to hear that he had just finished the conversation, but that he already knew about it, but in this case he wondered if he would even say that the village chief's mouth was fast.

"I will be in this village until tomorrow morning. If you come back until then, I'll send you to Dilberg as promised."

"That helps. But if you care about me..."

"No, because we're just going to load up today and we're done. Either way, we were supposed to reveal it overnight in this village today."

"Was I? Well, if you're back by tomorrow morning, please."

Dikuld walks away from the spot when he thanks the pedestrian. And left the village in a hurry.

Aim east. Luckily I can see a large forest from here to the east. If he can see where he wants to be, he won't get lost.

"Holy Light"

Blue light wraps Dikuld. Strength builds all over your body.

"If the demons are big, it shouldn't be so easy to lose sight of them"

Dikuld kicked the ground with all his strength when he squealed so small. There is a loud and concave sound of the ground, and deep footprints are engraved on the ground. From the surroundings, at a rate that also appears to have disappeared, Dikuld runs through the plains.

Along the way, low-level demons such as goblins and oaks were chills, but Dikuld dropped his neck faster than he could be recognized without stopping.

The scenery shifts dramatically. This speed used to be finally using instantaneous motion. Previously, the view that could only be seen on the line was also well recognized due to the increase in intelligence.

When the sun was tilting a little and the sun was starting to emit a strong orange color.

Dikuld walked gently through the plains, capturing the giant. The huge hindsight was something he could clearly recognize as well, having been far away.

Whenever Dikuld steps closer to that demon, his body grows dong-dong. The dragons who fought in the martial arts are likely to be big enough to be twice as big as the Auga.

"Holy Light Shape Change, Dragon"

The aura of flesh disappears for a moment. It crawled out of his body in the shape of a dragon a moment later. You can't roar horribly like a real dragon, or hit a brace, but being born with the energy commensurate with that giant was a substitute for consuming half his aura.

A blue and white light lights the surroundings instead of the sunset. The demons just seem to have noticed the change, but the aura is going much faster.

The largest individual waves a gold bar at the dragon of light approaching the present. But the dragon avoids it by showing a swirl that would normally be impossible if Dikuld, who had looked at it from a distance, waved a small tact with his finger. And the dragon of light, which immediately fell directly underneath, bent 90 degrees and slided directly beside it, devoured the giant from its feet.

Goaaaaaaaa

Did it reach the pain of the giant, screaming and the giant rose hard to pull the dragon apart? The sense of weight propagates the ground, making noises with Zsinzucin, propagating.

But there's no point in that. His aura is a lump of light that destroys everything but him. I can't let anything get away with this.

"Shape Change, Arrow"

The dragon breaks its shape and changes its shape to countless little arrows. And, uh...

"Million Arrows!

At the same time, arrows are disturbed in all directions. It comes and goes within a certain range and is struck by one demon after another.

The tracks traced by the arrows overlap, and it also looks as if a demon has been trapped inside a glowing sphere. By the looks of it, it was a beautiful sphere, but in it the demons were struck by a storm of arrows that would never end.

Keep pushing it off...

and the next moment, suddenly the sphere bounced and flew.

"Become..."

Unexpectedly stunned voices leak out of Dikuld's mouth.

Gowwwwww.

The roar of a giant doll demon rocks the plain. Around the demon, there are four demon bodies that are falling apart and about to become smoke. As if furious with it, the biggest giant dyes his skin red and furious. From the red-hot skin, the vapor-like smoke rose and its outrage was also transmitted to the denial.

And the wind around him stops as if to fear the wrath of the giant, and the flowers that had grown cautiously on the plains scatter to escape.

"Run away! Knight!"

It was the voice of people.

I didn't think so, and when Dikuld looked in the direction of his voice, there was a woman wearing dirty clothes there. She stood to hide herself in the tall grass at one time, dirt creeping against the front of her body. He was probably hiding himself in the grass.

She's the young man in the village?

Wasn't it a man?

While putting a fix into such a mistake, Dikuld approached her in an instant with a spiritual arrow towing to the giant who noticed its presence aloud of the woman.

"uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"You're from a village near here, aren't you?

"Yes. How now..."

"Rather than that, please get out of here now. That demon is dangerous."

The woman could not hide her surprise from Dikuld, who appeared in front of her at an unstoppable speed. However, there was no room for Dikuld to fit in with it, and he jumped out of the stick from the giant approaching during a slight conversation, hugely behind him with a woman.

A moment later, a stick falls to where I was until just now, and the dirt bounces off like a crater.

"Kiyah!

Unexpectedly in the strong wind blown by the shock, the woman meditates her eyes, screaming.

Dikuld, on the other hand, was slamming down one earthen mass after another, like a shotgun, with aura, with great care not to hit a woman.

He then leaps backwards twice, and when he takes enough distance from the giant, he lowers the woman.

"Please run away while I'm attracting that giant"

"But then the knight... if I'm on my feet, I'm confident the knight won't beat me either. So, the knight is the one who must flee. I'm still small, but I can't believe I'm alone with that."

So she grabs her fist and with her powerful eyes, she tries to let Dikuld escape. That's because I guessed from my back length and voice that under my mask was still a child's knight.

Even though she was a knight, she couldn't leave her young child and run away.

Besides, as the word goes, only her legs had a speed that was no less than that of a common knight. So he thought he could get away with it until so many knights came to help him.

But Dikuld's pride doesn't make it good to leave her and run away. Besides, it doesn't necessarily mean this demon won't attack other villages.

Already, he was ready. That's been a long time now.

Ever since I first held a sword in this hand.

He says he is a knight who shields and protects people.

"It's okay. I'll take that one down. Just think about running away."

Dikuld took off his helmet and exposed his face.

I was in the way. For him to fight with all his might.

In a motion that was too fast, my vision narrowed. That was only in the way.

"But... ugh!

"Please. Let me protect you."

"Huh...!

Smiling so that a woman who hasn't convinced me yet can feel safe, for some reason, she dyes her face red.

But he was not given time to think about why.

"The chase is coming! Come on!"

"What, ah, ha, ha!

Dikuld put magic through his sword. Then he wraps a high-density aura around his whole body and wields his sword through it with all his might.

Air resistance increases to hardness as if it were steel. Screw down that resistance with force, a blade of vacuum that is born when the air is torn apart.

The blade crashes into the ground between him and the giant opposite him, creating a deep moat. Only the winding dust hides each other's appearance, the great shadow cast upon the sunset, and the dazzling figure of Dikuld among them, can be seen.

Besides, a woman whose hair was drawn behind her to hide and leave Dikuld to flee, but her worries blew away at Dikuld's motion to stand ahead of her when she turned around chillily.

"From here on out, I won't let you go first"

At the same time as the proclamation, the red light rushes up to heaven.

"Limit sublimation!

The crystal of awakened power in the battle with Ray burns up red. No less than the sunset, its red light temporarily dyed the heavens red.

Dikuld's physical abilities jump up one stage… no, three levels.

- Not yet. Still going up.

In addition, the density of the aura becomes darker. Aura and the light of the breakthrough of limits meet to give him an overwhelming physical ability. That lifted him much higher than the militant tournament finals earlier.

A stick with the power of a giant approached Dikuld. Dikuld reaches out one hand that stretches it out softly. The earth is plunged and vibrated by severe shocks. But what's the difference in stature, Dikuld? Delicious? But like I said, I took the power of that giant with one arm.

"Ha ha!

Dikuld stretches out his arms with his temper and bounces back the stick with his sword. Giant tree-like arms bounce up into the sky and grow taller. But one yell.

No one was standing there when the reclined giant turned his body back and turned his eyes to where he was.

And suddenly the giant felt uncomfortable with his legs. sooner than to ascertain the identity of that discomfort, and now discomfort also occurs on the other foot.

And in the next moment, the body sinks. By this time, the giant recognized what the identity of discomfort was.

This is - pain.

Goaaaaaaaa

The tip was cut off from the foot on which it was based and the body was forced to fall to the ground.

But that's not the end of the pain. The pain of a vacuum wave cutting through the flesh engraved the entire body just moments after it fell to the ground. Dikuld's appearance on the move at high speeds does not appear in the eyes of the giant for a moment.

- I won't allow it. I won't forgive you, little bug!

"Gohhhhhhhhh"

An ear-beating roar sounds and the ground vibrates. To the vibration, the sounds and screams of an answer echoed from a forest far away. That was as if the woods were shouting anger.

To that unusual sight, Dikuld accidentally forgot to make a toddle and stopped moving.

"Yes, what's that..."

No way, they called my people...?

With such a worst sight in mind, he had to be prepared to change his mind.

A group of giants march out of the woods. No, maybe that's not all, actually. Even though it involves other species lurking in the woods and marching on, the situation can be described as even worse.

Massive demonic progression. Nor, if it is a flock formed of more than the same individuals as the demons attacked by the earlier villages, will there be anything but a tragic tragedy waiting ahead.

Perhaps the villages around here will be devastated.

I don't know how many knights there are around here right now, but there's no way he has all the fighting power to fight this.

Good and the village is devastated. If the villagers could buy time to escape, it would be your word.

Here and now, if I run away.

"Here... we just have to stop. Until backup comes."

Just by myself.

When so prepared, the big mouth of the giant, which was the lightning in front of the wind, opens hatefully.

"You little bugs..."

"What...?

Dikuld couldn't close his open mouth to the voice.

"Gentlemen, take the wrath of the curse that man has planted on my family."

"Are you... a warcraft...?

Dikuld had been devastated. I never thought the identity of a giant who thought it was a demon was a warcraft.

That was because, for one thing, there were few instances of warcraft attacking people, and this giant was able to obey, because it was surely a demon. Even in the giant in front of us. Obviously, he had different eyes than Haku and Wearise da Ryu species.

'There is no longer anything to keep reason in my family. Because of the human curse. [M] Even me, it's hard to resist the curse. It's all your fault. "

"Hey, wait a minute! What is the curse of man?

"You humans are greedy. Sometimes, I don't quit being outrageous. Then only humans are left. '

Big red eyes stare at Dikuld. A flame of anger burned up behind his eyes, and he fell into the mood as if he were being burned by the fire.

"Destroy the wrath of my clan."

Finally, the warcraft of the giant disappeared. Literally from this world, it became black smoke and disappeared.

…………

Bumped with the wrath of a giant, Dikuld stood flashly on the spot for a while.

For the first time, I put a non-demonic being in its hands and took my life. In a way, that's no different than killing.

But...

Still, as a knight, I must protect people. [M] Even if that results in taking a man's life, I am the shield that protects the people of this country, the sword that destroys the outside enemy.

I don't regret it. Absolutely.

Squeezing his sword hard, Dikuld bravely kicked through the ground.

What he aspires to is a herd of giants who stepped through the knocked down trees and began their progression. Some of them look like other species, but the threat itself is that a giant who stands out from the sky marches without herds.

Wang du progression seems so cute...

Along with the earthing sound of Don, Dikuld leaped one person in front of the group. Its back length is too small compared to that of a giant.

"My name is Dickold Belstead. I'm the one who killed your leader."

I wasn't sure if that made sense to Dikuld, who raised the name, but the roaring individual was a chill.

"We can't let you through here. I'm not gonna pull it off, but I'm gonna slash it."

It was Dikuld who entrusted a desire to be a warcraft and so put it in his mouth, but as the head of the giant said, there was no one among them who kept reason.

The roar returned as a response to Dikuld's words, and the sway born of the estate waste, strikes him.

"... too bad"

That's a word for who. Or maybe it's a word directed at him himself.

The first target was identified and the flock went wild. And if we cut him in the front and bump into each other, there won't be any life for him. His strength, reinforced by fortification, is not suitable for long battles. Well, now I use it until I save it, and I don't have a minute left.

It was no exaggeration to say that the lapse in its effect time was the boundary between life and death.

But you can't pull it off if you know you are. Protect people from this decay. Because that's what he's ready for.

But if he dies now, the demons will attack the surrounding villages. So I couldn't even die.

"Let's go!

Yes, the moment you bark bravely, the ground explodes and a blood splash strikes. In less than a second, the wind of Reaper, where 20 mowed your life, does not know that it will stop.

But the wind was also too weak to break down the number of walls: the population.

Whenever a glimmer of wind blows through, the Warcraft, no longer very different from the demons, scatter their lives unharmed.

Bloody rain. Black smoke that informs the demon's death.

Dyed in red and black, there was so much death that it was no longer an exaggeration to say battlefield.

But against one, countless demons just looking at pah. When the wind stops, it exposes a number of violence.

The red light emits abruptly and foggily. Only blue and white light remains.

A sense of tiredness that strikes at the same time. They greatly blunted Dikuld's movements.

Huge body and raised muscles. Wolves with long tails divided into two parts. A bipedal demon with a lizard face.

Again, I've never seen anything like it.

What is common to such an unrecognizable demon is that they are all extremely powerful individuals?

I've been flirting with absolute speed, power and demons, Dikuld, but I can't help but struggle to get here.

The whole thing has a grand strength with S-class, and there are many kinds of it.

At this time, Dikuld understood why the area had been abandoned for so long. No, I found out through myself that I had to leave it alone.

I'm here. I've been told for a long time that people should never get their hands on it, a super-disaster array.

"Ugh..."

My feet are heavy as lead. My hands can't keep up with the dull giant attack. The recoil was killing his height of physical ability.

Usually, the body is lacerated with a sense of crisis in an attack that is not supposed to hit it.

Not yet to that extent, but it's impossible for him to do everything against all kinds of imminent attacks from all directions.

Gradually more dangerous occasions arise. To match, the lacerations become cuts and the scars running on the armor increase.

But still, the sword he wielded every day without indispensability, his bottom strength, forged by his training with the master, does not let him break his knee. It is not good to fall.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha."

The magic in the sword turns into fire. Rotated the body, releasing it in all directions, which burns up in circles.

But to that extent, it will not be possible to inflict deep wounds on the demons. Exquisite, just a little bit of fire to protect yourself.

But now, on this occasion, that little time was needed for him.

- What are we gonna do?

The power of limit sublimation has disappeared already. The remaining magic was also used up now.

All that remains is the power of Aura, who has already cut 20%.

Besides, you can't give your original strength with recoil.

As it is, it is suspicious that we may be able to carry on for another hour.

In that case, the villages around here will be ravaged by a large group of demons for a day.

That's all... that's all you have to avoid...

If there's a way I can take it now, there's only one way. But that's...

Baki-ba-ki-ba-ki-ba-ki-ba-ki-ba.

The sound of a tree cracking. Burning trees are trampled on with big feet, scattering pieces of wood unbroken, and crumbling.

- I don't think I have time to get lost.

Dikuld attenuated the momentum of the fire and stormed the barricade in the direction of being crushed with his feet, with his sword running behind him. A giant noticed Dikuld approaching Gwo. I have a stick in my hand, and I tap it with a dickle on it.

Dikuld avoided the stick by flying sideways, and with a slight gap, approaching the foot of the giant, he raised his sword to shoulder height for a spin.

Zubaba and his skin ripped and the meat cut Dikuld dives under the giant's torso and runs in a straight line to the woods where the trees thrive before checking for that scar.

"Over here! Follow me!

Even if you know it doesn't make sense, there are times when you are in battle, and you provoke your opponent with words without worrying. Besides, the demons who give you roar.

Dikuld rolled into the woods, taking care of only the demons that would stand in his way, blooming blood.

"Come... come here!

With little magic left, in the sky just to draw attention, Dikuld launched the flame. The fire, which burned from Boa and his sword tip, rose high in the sky, and a group of demons saw it and were lured into the woods simultaneously.

"Yay..."

Yes, his mouth exhaled relief at what he had intended, but countless footsteps and shouts did not appease him.

Dikuld grabs his sword and runs out into the back of the woods.

Your body has already reached its limits and Aura is not sticking to your body as well as usual. Yurayura rocked like a pneumonia, so much so that it seems to disappear now.

The magic is still there, but nothing is left. The limit would be to put up a firepillar to draw attention a few more times.

It's hard to say that your body is healthy, too. Wounded all over the body, and under the influence of limit sublimation, so much so that his leg was taken from the roots of the tree and fell.

But he keeps running away from the demons that follow him from behind, and from time to time he sees the gap, raising the pillars of fire, going back.

Eventually what I saw was a small space where no trees were growing. The moonlight was pouring down there without being blocked by the leaves of the trees.

When he stepped into its open place, a demon appeared by snapping down the trees from the other side.

A demon who stands on the ground with four legs and intimidates this one to dig holes with black hooves. Big bodies like elephants and bullfight-like tuna grow.

Dikuld for a moment, but I stopped there. In that moment, as if that were the ring, one demon after another appears under the moonlight.

The flames I gave you to draw the attention of the demons even attracted unrelated demons who were in the woods.

"So far... but"

Breath is interrupted. My body is already flirty. Should magic be used in elementary magic? His holding is gone.

"I'm not going to get killed easily. Let me scratch you to the end!

But Dikuld, who decided not to abandon only his sword and his will, but to fight until the end, stormed the bullfight of his own black hooves. Literally dying, he instills all of his remaining power.

No longer does the sword, which has not been fortified in any way, have the sharpness to easily cleave the flesh of demons, nor the strength to withstand an intense blow.

But with the sharpness and hardness of his time, he desperately follows Dikuld's movements.

Sprinkling purple blood, taking attacks on horns and sticks, and occasional scattering sparks are the desperate resistance of the sword. Whenever chili and red spots are born in the air, the sword causes a blade spill and loses its original sharpness.

Eventually, it becomes a rattling blade and cannot follow Dikrdo's movements to the point where cutting off meat is not possible. It lethally dulls his movements...

"Ha...!

Dikuld was attacked by a fierce head thrust. The shock that transmits to the brain fades out his consciousness for a moment, and the shock of being slapped by a tree wakes him up.

But the stick smashed Dikuld as if he had been waiting for that awakening.

Dikuld, who had his whole body pressed to the ground, threw up blood. But when I lose weight, I wake up just because I haven't.

and along the way, the moonlight is blocked and a second shot down from the top. He took it from his face.

The third and fourth shots that follow, too, he is on his way up, crushed, and every time, some bone in his body breaks and vomits blood.

How many times would I have taken it?

Wood spirits are the roar of crushing the ground and the groan of gradual weakness and bitterness.

He couldn't even move anymore as a shooting down without mercy.

Dikuld plunges into the ground and looks up at the sky with his vain eyes. Hardly remaining consciousness had a hunch of death.

At least a bunch of S-class demons. It's a level where cities and villages don't perish if only they're bad at it. That's what I'm after only hundreds and myself.

I'm not the only one who can win by heart.

Several people have been powerless, and this is how they have scattered their lives in front of a group of demons.

That should have been the same as Dickold.

However, if one thing is different, is that his true power was the power to embody the mind?

Unless it breaks my heart.

Unless the fighting spirit disappears.

As long as my heart sounds strong.

And most importantly, when strong feelings came to his mind.

Only then will His power produce a stronger power than the endless magic, than the power that exceeds every upper limit, or than God.

- I don't want to die.

I don't want to die yet.

I haven't fulfilled my dream yet.

To a strong, cool knight like my father, I haven't been able to be yet.

- I can't die.

This is still on the way.

I'm in the middle of a battle between my dreams and Ray's dreams.

Throw them out on the way, Ray gets angry.

"Here..."

The power of the heart is his power.

That is the root of his power. the power to overturn any irrationality with the power of the mind alone.

He was born with it.

"Die... no..."

weak words. But a powerful light, the opposite of which, envelops him.

It swells up dramatically, starting with the shaken down stick, involving even the giant who shook it down, and even the demons surrounding it.

A light that shines blue is a light of denial that does not acknowledge anything but Dikuld. Just wrapped in that light, the demons scream one after the other and disappear.

But at the same time, the light snatched away even Dikuld's own consciousness just because it was still too early to wake up.

And the bulge of light that took away the many lives and the consciousness of Dikuld turned to contraction - a blue Dikuld was born.

Potsu......

The feeling of something falling on your cheek.

"Ugh..."

The moment he regained consciousness and tried to open his eyes, he was attacked by pain, and Dikuld closed his eyes all the way, trying to open them unexpectedly.

One breath down, now it's time for Dikuld to open his eyes. At the end of his gaze a dark sky widens. In the night sky, where there was not even starlight, the clouds were stretching and the rain was starting to pour.

Dikuld, looking up into the sky and saying nothing, took off his right hand small hand. And when I plugged my right hand into the gap in the armor, I took out the bag there. From that bag it was wet with green liquid and I heard chatter and glass rubbing from inside.

Dikuld kept dripping droplets dripping from the bag into his mouth. The glass bottle breaks and the droplets of potion that were in it fall into Dikuld's mouth with the rain grains.

Every drop of force is small. But the overflowing potion heals Dikuld's body little by little and relieves the pain.

"Phew..."

He held the hemp bag to his chest and Dikuld exhaled briefly. Then roll the cotton and neck and look around.

Severe combat marks. Demonic stones and demonic materials are scattered in disorder. The trees around you break from the roots and there are holes in the ground. Not only that, but some trees remained after scratching and biting and became extinguished.

Who helped me......?

That reminds me of what happened before I lost my mind.

The last thing I saw was the sight of the stick being bounced back into the blue light. What was that?

I feel like I've seen it before. But I still haven't realized that's my power, Dikuld himself.

"Anyway, we need to move out of here"

Waking up a body that had only gotten a little easier, Dikuld picked up his own sword, which had fallen nearby, and put it in his sheath. That's all the action, but it's a hard one for him with his whole body scratched.

But crying is behind you, and if you don't take care of the life you pick up in the corner, you move, dragging your feet, to escape the beast-shaped demon who doesn't know when you'll smell it.

Potatoes and unstoppable blood create spots on the ground. I noticed that, Dikuld tore and wrapped a cloth cloth around the terrible spot of bleeding, trying not to leave a trace of blood and walking through between the trees.

It was quiet.

As if there was nothing else but him, I can only hear the sound of rain and the sound of him dragging his feet.

"Ha ha..."

You haven't even moved hard, but you're out of breath.

Forced to move legs I can't remember, while flirting.

And Dikuld's appearance, disappeared in the rain.

- April of the 5th millennium of the New Genesis.

Dikuld Berstead intercepted a large group of demons alone in an undeveloped district and went missing.

That fact was concealed by a few less than or equal to the Knights in vigilance of the presumed enemy nation.