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

"─ The dean and Mr. Sampel must wait on the 9th floor."

When I flew short instructions, I stepped out in front of the two of them.

That Guardian won't leave that room. Because the Guardian's body is far bigger than this corridor and not very big enough to pass through. It's hard to imagine that a guardian who makes it his business to protect the ruins will come after him until he destroys the subjects he protects.

So the nine layers should be a safety zone. It's safer to wait there than to rush through the swarm of traps.

"Ri, roger! Please don't push me!

Mr. Sampel was still a little naughty, but when he managed to get up, he followed the dean and ran down the stairs.

"Well... what are we going to do with that one"

The material I saw looks identical to the people-shaped one that fought in the ruins of the desert. I mean, a half-breed attack doesn't make sense. But I can predict weaknesses. If the construction is similar to that of the Guardian, that eye is probably the weak spot.

But it seems much harder than last time. I'm pretty sure I throw up braces out of that shape. In other words, the closer you get to your eyes, the greater the risk of being shot in the brace.

And most of all, what makes me anxious is the presence of the Guardian that he used to be at the entrance to the ruins. The guardian at the entrance said he was at odds with the old brave. I can't believe this dragon is weaker than that.

"Try as much as you can"

With the sword of Mithril, which was borrowed from the dean on his right hand, he slowly advances his legs toward the red eye, which does not make it as slight as if he were waiting for me.

I glanced back once to make sure the two of them were no longer in this hierarchy, and then stepped over to the left and right open doors.

Moments later, a circle of light spread across that room so that ripples could be transmitted from my stepped floor. And when it crosses again in the ceiling, the fire lights up bobbly and circular as if in the arena.

Hot light seeps sweat into the skin. I hadn't made the dragon simulation in front of me slight yet.

─ and then.

Between the eyes of the dragon and the eye, around the nose, a blue and white light emitted.

"He who truly inherits the name of the brave."

That was as if the dragon were talking. But the fact that his mouth is not moving at all and his familiar voice denies it.

Krakbael...... Huh! Are you involved here too? [M]

"Thou shalt destroy me if thou wilt go ahead."

Yes, the words end or no, the blue and white light lurks, and instead a red line runs from eye to body. As also represented by the maps of the entire city, the red line paints a geometric trajectory on the body of the dragon.

Wings scratch the air, along with the sound of Bung. The storm flooded the room, the lights bogged out and the lights lit up again.

The momentum stepping through the floor docile rises hands and feet. It was accompanied by a tail wrapped around the grunge and the left side of the body, and a jaw filled with biscuit teeth that I don't know from how many, but seemed to have good cleavage, opened in a smooth motion.

"It's a dragon."

Dragon intimidation. Heavyweight. And most importantly, the movement enters me uncomfortably.

Dragonflies?

This is no longer a dragon. Nothing else.

"Demon King"

If the opponent is a dragon, the pinnacle of stupidity such as seeing how it goes. From the beginning, do your best, at once. The original dragon would have to crush that hard armor and put a blow in it, but fortunately the fatal weakness is not covered in anything. That's the chance.

The demonic costume that wrapped the dragon phosphorous around it and increased its defense even more. - In Demon King mode, I used instant motion to storm red eyes.

Approaching with an unintentional strike that has just been activated, and even instantaneous stepping distance in an instant. A guardian who dodged it to recieve it in a small move that doesn't suit a giant body.

Sparks scatter from tiny, slightly touched eyes.

"Chip."

I struck my tongue, leaving a scratch on the surface when it was shallow.

Reflection space is purified in a straight line direction at the moment of being pressed. Play the rewinding body of the video against the face of the dragon with rebellion.

Dragon's jaw captured directly in front. The aim was misaligned, but as it was, I pushed my fist in momentum.

The impact of hardness hitting each other beyond metal becomes a roar and shakes the atmosphere. If you are a living flesh, your arms, reinforced by demonic costumes, make a mistletoe sound to the level of impact you grind. But it gradually weakened and, at the same time, the momentum completely stopped.

"You're lying..."

I shrugged as I touched the jaw of the dragon.

Usually, he said it was a move that was easy enough for his face to jump, but in front of him, the fangs grown from the Guardian's mouth were slowly blocked, giving off the glitter and the sheen of his quest for prey.

For a moment, I picked up an unpleasant tone in my ear. It rang at the base of the jaw in front of me with something resembling a mechanical sound.

They bite!

I use stationary space in an aggressive fashion and turn backwards. Hearing the kid and his tall teeth and sweating cold, he flashed his wings and further distanced himself.

"This guy... he doesn't have eyes for Kraken"

Huge unsuitable speed. Hardness equal to the demonic costume that even withstood Dick's full sword strike. Furthermore, considering that we have not yet shown any attack other than bite...

- Do you want to run?

Escape overheads. But if you look at the door that came in, at some point the standing position will take its place and it will be a place that you cannot reach unless you step over the dragon.

One more contact is inevitable.

"Really, Krakberg is nothing but extra."

I switched swords from my left hand to my right and flushed them behind me, even as I voyed.

Even in that short time, the Guardian was getting ready for his next attack. From between closed teeth, a blue and white fire leaks out.

When I stopped the wing movement altogether, it fell naturally, and I went down to the ground, toward the Guardian's mouth, and ran out in a straight line. In contrast, the Guardian opened his inorganic fangs when he played a pale and given role - instantly, his vision was engulfed in a blue and white flame.

"Quarantine!

Surrounded by blue and white fires, I can escape into the only safe zone in it and magic my right leg. And the moment the momentum of fire weakened and the color changed from blue to red.

The quarantine space was released, the magic of the right foot contracted and dissipated.

It takes a strong G on my body, and my body goes to the sea of fire. But the magic armor plays it and blocks the heat. But even though it has weakened, the storm of fire mimicking the dragon's braces is tremendously red in sight yet. Gradually shredded from the weak parts of the demonic costume.

But that's only a flash of events. Yes, when I was swallowed by a brace and melted to the bone, and I jumped out of it, the servant dragon would also delay the reaction.

Is it a machine that runs on an algorithm but is late? In terms of thought, algorithms never come true for people.

The face of the dragon that captures me moves toward evasion. However, that can only happen if the face is slightly sidelined in a moment. The dragon's eyes are not small enough to flatter my attack.

"I got it!

Mithrilled steel with red eyes amputated to be sucked in. Sometimes the dean was proud. Good sword.

Streets of magic are good, and the original sharpness and hardness are impeccable.

Cracks running into red eyes. Straightly slashed and torn, the red polar light leaks out of its gap. The light, strong enough to make me want to close my eyes by accident, jumps straight over the back of the dragon and hits me trying to reach the door.

"Ahhh......!

Red Phonon Laser.

I would give it that name. What if this was magic?

But what's now is a trap that was set in the dragon's left eye. A burning laser of light straightened my back. The thread-like lines of light, narrow and narrow to the extreme, melted both the demonic costume and the scales, with holes in the shoulders. Unexpectedly, the force at the tip of the pierced shoulder falls out, and the sword of Mithril falls out of his hand.

An empty hole in my shoulder ignites and tries to burn my flesh directly. When I calmly removed the potion from my pocket, I brutally wounded it, extinguishing the fire and treating it in parallel.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

A dragon that returned itself crooked. The dragon's body was still sitting in front of the door, and my body, whose landing spot shifted because of the laser, was in front of it.

Strike off by tail without waiting. A rocky chunk of hand shook off at me when I sidetracked it in the air. If you now jump back and avoid that, the tail that has folded back like you anticipated it will hit you from the side.

It is impossible to avoid. That's what I decided, knees and elbows and a defensive system. And he gets blown up doggedly as he is, slamming him against the wall. The impact opened the wound that was blocked, and blood erupted from his shoulders.

But thanks to the demonic costume, the tail attack itself was not as painful.

Immediately, when the system is in place, swirl left as you jump the piompion. Mindful of his tail, he attacked him and retrieved the Mithril sword he dropped.

"Well, what do we do..."

Too far away and not too close, the dragon's hand was in a critical position to reach, and while attacking, he contemplated his hand.

The wound is not deep. Maybe it won't take a minute to get blocked. There's still room for magic, too. The problem is the means of attack.

Roll out the ramp from the brace again and you'll easily be able to crush the remaining eye. The problem is a trap set in the eye and the time to activate is tremendously fast. It is almost impossible to evade because it also looms at the speed of light. It would be the end of a roll if they had pierced my head of something good because it's my shoulder occasionally.

I haven't been cornered enough to make that bet yet.

"... you had the skills to say that."

I was remembering a new addition to the plate I saw the other day. I haven't done the commissioning yet, but bumping into production isn't a bad idea. For once, the magic will be restored to full power, and then the timing will be right.

However, considering that the skills of the same pedigree are activated without a time lag, there will be no problem.

"Come on, come!

He took his tail with a sword and killed a flying impact behind himself. Then, immediately, his mouth closes and his tail winds back.

Open distance. Blue and white fires loom to fill it up.

Avoid it in quarantine space, just like before. The moment the momentum of fire weakened, I jumped into it.

That's it, same.

The only difference, however, was that it was the hands, not the faces, that were there when it came out of the fire?

"Gu......!

On the verge of a collision, I managed to get my sword in between, and instead of taking it, I took the power away and slipped the Guardian's hand forward.

You have the ability to learn!

Even with that stupidity floating in my head, I pushed my foot forward with my dragon nose tipped.

─ ─ Paqui

The sound of cracking eyes. No blood, no tears. A sword pierces my eyes deeply. At that moment, in the red glowing eyes, I could see the light gathering at one point.

I screamed without checking it again.

"Different Spaces Generated!

"Oops... that went well"

Making a slight noise with a ton, I stepped down to the floor, feeling the gravity pulled directly underneath me and the relief that I was back in this world.

"All right, all right, you're stopping completely."

After looking up at the sculpture of the stone statue and making sure that the function had stopped completely, I felt the flow of air flowing from behind me and looked back.

"What is that?

There was a staircase down there that didn't exist until just now. Probably means defeating the Guardian cleared the way. The floor in front of the stairs is raised. I guess that was hiding the stairs.

"Well, I don't know what to do...... I guess I should go back and call you once. I know you're worried."

For a moment, I thought I'd see how things were going first, but even with such a big trick, I had my boss enemies ready. I don't even think this guy was the inside boss, even though there's still a trap set ahead of him. Or I don't want to think about it. If I did, I'd run away without getting lost this time. I don't feel like I can win.

Diving under the strands of the dragon and going up through the corridor, the deans greeted me with a haunted eye.

"Bu, you're safe! Great! Hey, I'm so glad!

Take my hand like a bah jump, crying and laughing dean. It may be that this joy represents the goodness of the dean, even though it has not been a few days since we met. I got away first...

"No real injuries. Above all."

Mr. Sampel, unlike the dean, was calm, but had a slightly broken face. Most importantly, it seems to be genuine.

"Come on, let's get back to it. The challenge of the Guardian Crusade remains, but it is a decade's worth of progress when the door just opens. Hurry back to the city and tell the other scholars..."

"I knocked you down. The Guardian."

I put it on Mr Sampel's words and said it purely with the intention of reporting, without the intention of bragging.

Then, should I say as an indication, they exposed their dumb faces and solidified so much that they seemed to be able to decide on a one-to-three and combo.

"Are you serious?

"Seriously."

I nodded with a grin at Mr. Sampel, whose wording suddenly changed.

"Ko, this is..."

"Is it a dragon...?

Hundreds of hearings are only at first sight. I did the same thing again with the wisdom of my ancestors that it was actually quicker to show than to speak in words. Well, maybe the troublesome questions ended quickly and I wanted to move on...

"Well, that won't work anymore, so I don't think you'll have a problem letting it go. First, look, let's look beyond this staircase."

"Yeah, yeah, right"

I took the two of them how the surprise still didn't slip through and went down the stairs. At the end of the staircase, which was completely easier to see, was a small room, only its centre was warmly illuminated, as if it were in the sunlight.

"This is..."

The words didn't last. It's supposed to be the same thing I've seen before, but for some reason, I don't have words. It's not like I'm overwhelmed.

For some reason, I was losing my word.

Illuminated by the light are two graves and a black, pitch-black sword pierced only in front of one of them. The cloth on the pattern is weathered and the prototype is not fastened. I don't even know what it was.

However, somehow, I thought this grave belonged to someone who had fought and died.

He passed beside me as he stood at the entrance, and the dean entered in front of the tomb. And I read out the inscribed letters there.

"'Sleep here, hero of the slayer of God'"

Words I'm not used to hearing. That's the first word I've ever heard. But the words alone were enough. Whose grave is it, everyone here figured it out.

God-killing hero.

I only know one god who is supposedly dead in this world.

Evil god.

I mean, this tomb is the tomb of a brave man and a bandit, who one day came out in an ice paper play that Charstena showed me.

"It's a big discovery, Master"

"You're absolutely right, Sampel. It seems these two graves and this sword were the ones this ruin has been protecting."

The two are caged voices of achievement, exchanging words. When I said, I just stared at the black sword and stood at the entrance.

- What is it? This feeling...

I feel like something is calling me that.

Also, is it the influence of the voice of the dead?

No, I haven't heard anything. Yes, it's like... the sword is calling me, that's the feeling.

My foot moves one step closer, one more step closer to the sword so that I can be drawn to its strange gravity. As if seeking it, my hand stretches out for a black pattern.

And when I touched the pattern of the sword, the gravity suddenly disappeared.

But I didn't have the idea of letting go of the sword I grabbed once. I can put my strength into my arms trying to pull that sword through. But it doesn't even work with Pickle, as if it's assimilated to the ground.

... I can't get out. This sword... I can't hold it.

Without defying my feelings of unconsciousness, I was releasing myself.

"Shall we go home?"

A badly tired voice. I was in that mood, with my chest covered in clouds more and more.