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

"Hey...... isn't this a little nasty?

near the watch stand.

A group of adventurers and aristocratic soldiers engaged in a fierce battle with the Demon King. As tentacles and people broke in and fiercely attacked, a little behind it, with a pair of swords on both sloppy, dripping arms, Anna took a temporary break and so acclaimed in a nutshell in view of the current situation.

Before the mighty threat of the Demon King, Anna and the others used a number of advantages to fight - specifically, splitting them into several units, rotating them and taking turns.

A method of warfare that makes full use of the advantages of a number in view of long-term warfare. As much as the enemy is the infamous Demon King, there is always fatigue. In addition, in a battle with Ray, the Demon King is deeply wounded. What's not a good wound to leave alone is that if you look at that wound, whether you have the expertise or not, you can see it at a glance. It is clear that if it is not treated, it will gradually weaken.

In fact, as illuminating it, the Demon King's movements are extremely small. He himself does not move off the spot while holding down the wound with his hand and fights at a distance. It's a move that obviously cares about the wound.

Then wouldn't anything suck or something? Rather, the war situation should gradually lean to Anna's side.

But unfortunately, it doesn't make it as easy as you think.

The reality of the war was gradually beginning to lean in the favor of the Demon King.

Spread out in front of Anna are traces of a good number of blood trails and people who fall and fall. Simultaneously learn to feel sick and hard to fight for the null feel of traces of bloodshed that have not yet dried up.

The number of injured and wounded increases proportionally, while the number of those who have conceived the danger of not being taken off their feet continues to increase.

During a single shift - about half of which is injured or killed or injured in just a few minutes or so - the battle continues in a difficult state. And neither the manpower to carry them out of the battlefield to a safe place nor the personnel to be healed, as to treat them so that they can fight again after they take turns.

And if one who has finished his treatment and is fortunate enough to have taken his life returns to the battlefield, no.

I want you to think about it. They're dying now. He was about to be killed.

On the immediate side lies those who have been equally wounded or have lost their lives. The healer's face is rugged. Injuries brought in uninterrupted have not caught up with treatment. Their magic to treat is not infinite either. Nature, there is a choice of life there.

Seeing it, there were a handful of people who could have the temper to return to the battlefield with the death still in mass production in front of them.

I despise them as cowards.

It's a symbol of calamity and so on. Just because you stayed on the spot to get people away deserves credit for standing up to it enough.

But more than the first, the second time. More than a second, a third time. It is true that the number of people on this scene has definitely declined for the increased number of casualties and serious injuries.

In such a state, we cannot take advantage of the advantages of numbers.

For Gilmouth, who launched this operation, the biggest miscalculation was that.

He experiences the strength of the Demon King once and for all. Then I said, the win was too much. Even if the previous Demon King quoted high, about SS grade. In addition to S-rank adventurers, there were tens of thousands of powers.

You can't even lose. I should have won. But that was why it was a miscalculation.

If I told you, the Demon King was too strong. Far more than before. So much so that there are no islands to attach, so overwhelming.

The potential is to fly SS even further and say SSS. No, in terms of annoyance for a minute of wisdom, even that can transcend.

Is the force of numbers so brittle before the overwhelming force difference?

There are super top S-rank adventurers with less than 10% of the total, so many backup, and they haven't even put a decisive hit in yet.

To that fact, adventurers who jump in ready to sacrifice are slammed into fear unreservedly. That's true for your own death. Stronger than that is the fear that your sacrifice will leave no meaning and will end meaninglessly.

It breaks my heart. Even if we can go back for the first time, we can't do it for the second time. Because the next thing you know, you might die senseless.

And the rotation replaces the vicious circle.

Fewer and fewer companions.

Injured whose treatment is not chased down and who are losing their lives.

Top-notch adventurers with a gradual increase in dangerous occasions.

Rotation debacle. Without the benefit of numbers, no, without new sacrifices, this equilibrium will not be maintained.

I mean, like Anna said, it sucks.

That equilibrium is already about to collapse. Breaking through, no, it's a desperate situation.

"... that really sucks, this situation"

The number of casualties of war has already exceeded one hundred units and is about to reach between a thousand and a thousand.

In the rear treatment space, there is not even a place where people can be lined up anymore, and recovery units are forced to retreat to the back of the city to leave the dead, with few replacement personnel, etc.

From now on, I don't want any more reinforcements. All that was left was two choices: defeat it before it ran out of health, or defeat it with all your might.

On the other hand, in the battlefield, where every effort is made to maintain a front that does not match the number of dead and injured, every moment and time passes, the battlefield was worse than the breakdown of the profits of numbers.

The Demon King was caught up in Ray's deliberate magic rampage, suffering an insignificant level of injury. However, to him, who did not originally need to move his body hard due to his skills, there is little weakening due to injury. However, it was a miscalculation, but if you accept that it was impossible to weaken it from the beginning.

Rather, the problem is that we are gradually remembering new means of attack from our memories of the past and becoming stronger geometrically.

Initially, the tentacles, which took four different ways of attacking when tapped, played, stretched, and grabbed, have repeatedly split and deformed, launching attacks as if they were roots of a tree. Also, when you get tired of it and create even a split that mimics the Demon King himself, the main unit distances itself and manipulates and flirts with them like a commander.

For the Demon King, the presence of Anna and the others was only a stepping stone in remembering how to fight.

In other words, this monster is now standing back to the most powerful demon when the Evil God was still here.

Meanwhile, with the enhancement of the Demon King, the casualties of Anna and Willing Army exploded. Although at first the hard work of healers had managed to contain them with minimal sacrifice, the magic of healers was also largely lost to uninterrupted injuries, leaving only a few more. The number of dead was definitely increasing.

Still standing with five bodies satisfied are Anna and Gold, then more than A-rank adventurers who can prevent the Demon King from attacking, and a few soldiers, including Anna's brother.

"Hmm, you might not win"

Gordo's words, each taking a defensive stance with a shield and a two-handed sword, represented the situation more specifically than Anna's. Anna assures me that as soon as possible she was anxious about the steadily decreasing number of people, as it was usual not to have a sense of crisis in the words.

"Maybe not, you can't win. Not like this. Surely we will all be destroyed."

"But when Ray's father comes, we'll figure it out, won't we? I'm fine ~"

"You idiot. For once, this guy was knocked down by an undead bird, right? Normally, we'll do something about that before we trap Ray. And yet you didn't get your hands on anything, which means you're confident you can't beat the undead."

Anna is not an idiot. I wasn't very motivated, but still the Royal College scores third after Ray and Charstena. It doesn't matter whether you put it in your studies or your physical skills.

From such a girlfriend, this time things are full of discomfort. Some of them were dissolved from the fact that the Demon King's purpose was in Ray's life, but then I don't see why he left Redick alone.

But every time I fought, I saw the movements of the demon king that became colorful and flexible, and I began to think that there was the art of defeating the undead.

Though I tried to put that in my mouth, Gold, who heard it, would just lean his neck. Wrong person to talk to.

"Even though we lost? You're an idiot."

"You're a fool. Anyway, you can't just expect from an undead bird. Even if you can't defeat me, I'm going to see one more blow."

What we need now is a dead blow. Big enough to overshadow this inclined war situation.

Other than that, there is no way to make things better. And if we can do that, we're the only ones still hiding the moves.

"Manage to make a gap, Gold. I'll do it."

"Copy that, leave it to me!

I skipped the detailed explanation that I didn't expect understanding. When Gold nodded strongly at Anna, he pitched his two-handed sword toward the Demon King body.

"Smart."

The Demon King orbits it from bottom to top with a new tentacle stretched out surly. Elsewhere with a sword launched directly above, the tentacles identify the target in Gold, approaching simultaneously.

Dressed like throwing down a shield and taking both hands together, Gold intercepts.

"Magic cannon!

Magic converged into the palms. Previously, flower-shaped demons - unlike those that attack a wide radial range that buried a large group of Laphrussians - were magic cannons with a strong orientation, like laser beams. Run through the battlefield, blowing through the tentacles that are on the ray.

The Demon King, who was spared, fails to dodge his unexpectedly powerful attack with only a slight deviation from his body.

"Huh...!

The magic beam, which compressed energy to its limits, easily broke through the last fort protecting the Demon King, drilling a big hole in his left shoulder.

Behind a demon king who broke down his system as if he had been sniped with a rifle, the magic that crashed into the walls of the building can be bounced heavily. The demon king, who scattered the roar and received a blast on his back that blew a strip around all the buildings, let his body yolk forward for a moment shortly after his injury.

At that moment, the shadow of the demon king stretching out to the ground behind him as if he had been targeted null and distorted.

And from there Anna, with two swords, crawled out in an instant.

"I got it!

Anna's two swords can only be caught completely. He swung down to cross his sword to the demon king who turned his back, twisted his wrist and cut it straight next to him. It was Anna who instantly added four slashes, but she felt as if she had cut a rock, twisting her body immediately instinctively, one spin. I poked my sword deep into the intersection of the cut demon costume.

Gussa did feel a pierced response this time, and Anna's face unwittingly loosened - but when she pulled her hand to pull out the sword, the other way around, Gussa's hand was drawn.

"Damn!

In front of Anna, who had unintentionally dyed her face in amazement, the Demon King had grabbed and pulled up the belly of the sword he had stabbed himself in the belly. The only act I can think of as crazy was an act because death is not the end of the demon king, but for Anna, who doesn't want to know about it, an act of self-harm that she doesn't anticipate.

Adhesive produced slightly as a result. The demon king, who deepened his wounds for it, could not have missed it, and the tentacles stretched from all sides approach Anna.

"Let it be. Ah!

And it was Anna's brother, Salt, who jumped in there. He hits Don and Anna and uses his own body as a shield to shelter Anna. But a rapidly redirected tentacle approaches Anna with a buttcake as if to mock it. Anna can't move quickly after a fall. In addition, defenses are irresistible with light swords with only one instant strike specialty.

But Anna would never feed on those tentacles. Salt grabbed the tip of his tentacles and stepped on them in the face of death, which could also be taken as an obsession.

And then I let myself shake it up and plunge it into the ground...

"─ Phew."

When Salt tried to fight back, suddenly, the Demon King laughed.

Instead of laughing at me for nothing, I laughed really weird. Both Salt, who was opponent of the tentacles with all his might, and Anna, who rose behind them, unexpectedly feel chills in her spine.

"Ha-ha-ha!

What's so funny, being pierced through your belly, bleeding, putting your hands on your head, laughing loudly, is madly visible in people's eyes.

It's like, you know, people have changed. Change. Its madness strikes me, and even its unspeakable creeps stop the movement of the battlefield altogether.

Ahead of the demon king laughing and turning his attention to Anna and the others. There was a running stream of blue and white light that went up just before.

"Ha..."

Eventually, however, the laughter is also reduced and slowly interrupted as if exhausted.

The demon king opened his mouth when he exhaled more briefly to calm his feelings.

"It's not like I'm playing with you anymore."

moment, a battlefield that moves again. A demon bullet fired from his tentacles. As he roared doddly and fiercely, he blew people up one after the other, destroying buildings, and -- exploding.

"Oh no! That move..."

"Anna! Get away from me!

Demon King moves that caused the same magic runoff as Ray's. Unexpectedly, Anna stops moving and startles, while her brother Salt shelters, distancing herself from the Demon King.

Playable ground. Collapsing building. People who spit blood down.

From Anna's eyes, who sewed between them and ran through with her brother, the winning opportunity can disappear.

It's not unscrupulous...

The war situation was no longer completely inclined. I'm not talking about putting in a dead blow. No longer is the limit just to flaunt the attack. We cannot approach the center of the storm of the attack.

I got chilly. For the first time since the battle began, I was aware of death.

At a time like this, my brother, who has always been the stronghold of his heart, just turns his back and flees the spot. There's not a single piece of room on that face.

─ Oh, even your brother can't do that.

Yes, my mind feels it before I think about it. And the sentiment of fear that was suppressing, no, suppressing that was springing up.

My hands, my legs, my body trembles. My lips clasp as if they were dry, and my whole body draws blood.

Salt, who was feeling it up close, tried to get Anna back to her sanity as she yelled.

"Anna, hold on! It's okay, I'll protect you even if I turn you into a life. So now look forward! Get the hell out of here!

Pushing forward the hand that was pulling Ba and Anna's hand, I stand between the Demon King and Anna. Seeing it, Anna perceived what Salt was trying to do and tried to go back.

"Oh, brother, ah... I am..."

"Go! Go!

But the pressure of not letting you say whether or not the salt, the foot you tried to step out, stops freaking out.

Turning his back on Anna like that, Salt stormed relying solely on spears and shields toward the demon bullet and tentacles, and the explosion that would powder it - but immediately after that all those movements would stop perfectly.

"hey... to..."

Complete pause in a dressed structure, as if it were in gold bondage. Even the movement of the mouth, for some reason, renounces its intended movement, and the body does not listen to anything at all. Neither the rotation of the neck nor even the movement of the fingertips move as if frozen.

It's as if you've just pulled out one of the images.

And what jumped in there was a voice colored by intense confusion.

"Hey, hey, Basil ⁉ It's not dangerous!

"Oh, no, this is... my body's on its own... ugh!

"You're kidding me at a time like this..."

"─ Avoid! Sharaah!"

If we only moved our gaze, it was the sight of two adventurers covering each other until earlier, staggering their swords.

However, it is clear from the conversations and irresistible movements between the two that it was not an intentional attack.

The worst vision comes to Salt's head. In other words...

"Brother...?

"To..."

"To?"

"Run, whoa!

It's a sight to put my beloved sister in its hands.

And it becomes a reality.

"What..."

A pimpled cut runs on his cheek. That's an unshakeable sign that Salt's spear tip plundered Anna's face. The little pain that passes on to my cheeks makes me gossip that I'm not dreaming of the sight I just saw.

If my brother, who had placed absolute trust, did not do this, my head and heart would deny it, but the figure of my brother pointing a spear at Anna in shaky eyes would be more strongly affirmed.

Anna was attacked by her brother now.

"to, yaru...... hey, ann, na"

"Ah... oh, brother?

"Ha, ku"

Salt exposed his suffering to his face as he desperately resisted a body taken over by another will, he said in a plundering voice.

But Anna's upset was intense and she wasn't in a position to make a very normal decision. It's a system of falling back with yolo yolo and sitting back with petan, and if you look at Anna with tears if you don't want to believe it, you can tell at a glance.

"Now let's open the curtain. You can't even talk to me about the stupid dolls dancing to me."

A demon bullet was shot out of both hands, mixed with laughter and spread wide, to dispel the last resistance. It starts with basil and salt and is suddenly shot into the body by all who have been slashed by their allies and disappear into their bodies. At the same time, all resistance without was dispelled.

"Ya stop..."

The discomfort had disappeared from the motion to restart the spear. My body doesn't listen to me completely anymore.

Just the mouth. Only the mouth was left, as I said, colour the tragedy. Everything else is as the Demon King thinks.

Screaming and moaning rose everywhere, and the tilted situation accelerated at once.

The power of the only number of people who were winning is also only a good duck before the demon doll. About half of them turned into puppets. All of them, once, were in direct contact with the attack of the Demon King.

I was setting it up. From the beginning. To take care not to notice, keep pouring poison in steadily, and use at the worst possible time.

Anna, who sat up with Petan before the salt pointing at the spear's spear tip, was crying shaking.

With the grief of being attacked by my brother and the fear of a falling heart.

How did this happen...

I did my best.

You promised me, so I could do my best.

Your brother won't protect me anymore...?

"Come on, kill me. Friends, family, friends, with their hands."

And the curtain of the tragic puppet show came up.