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

"─ Well, boy. You ready to go?

Ray, who was to be present with King Yingjie in the course of the conversation, had initially returned to the place where he played his presence with Roana and was facing King Yingjie between him.

"Oh, anytime"

With that said, Ray puts his hand on the Mithril sword he put on his hips, but it didn't get to him by the time he pulled it out.

"Then pull out the Devil's Sword."

Because King Yingjie said to pull out the devil's sword first. Ray stopped his hand unexpectedly.

"... As I said earlier, I'm not willing to use this sword against people"

Once Ray decides, he's the type of person who won't bend it inside. Sounds good if you say you're willing, but you can also say you're stubborn.

But the Scarlet Flame thing is another story. He tried to kill his friend out of control. If you don't use it again, it's why it's not weird to seal it.

Still, being the sword entrusted to me by my father didn't let Ray do it.

So instead of using it, he folded it by shackling himself that it should not be used against people.

That in itself is not reprehensible.

But who the hell is in front of Ray right now?

"Do you think I'm going to be killed by the Devil's Sword, boy?

Doh and sweat erupted from the sweat glands all over his body.

The words were surprisingly heavy. He was so intimidating that he reached out to Scarlet Flame on his feet, and so full of presence that he seemed to have no problem pulling it out.

Overwhelmed, should I say? In just one word, a big being named him is screwed inside Ray.

The opponent Ray is about to challenge is the King of Adventurers, who will continue to reign for hundreds of years on the most powerful throne that even Redick could not reach.

Even the dragon slaughter that Redick became is just one of a few flowers to decorate a certain feat for King Yingjie. More importantly, some of its feats are that only one drove the Demon King to defeat. Even one-half of the monsters in Ray's hands are alone.

Being a hero is too different. That is why the King of the Heroes and men, with admiration and reverence, call him King of the Heroes.

What a strange word did I vomit before him? It's silly, too.

Even if I used scarlet flame, can I kill him myself?

─ ─ No, definitely not. If that's the kind of man who dies, no one calls him King Yingjie or anything like that.

But still, he's not the only one here.

"... still... no. I'm not sure I can get anywhere else involved."

Scarlet Flame's ability is the scorching heat that melts even demonic costumes and turns the earth into a magma. Needless to say the danger of using it all over the city.

"Hmm... your concern is the most. So, I'm sorry, but can you help us stop this and make sure the city doesn't get hurt?

King Yingjie took Ray's anxiety and spoke to those around him who were encouraging him to train. Speaking up, they stop the workout hand, clasp their shoulders just because they have no choice but to do it, and start giving way to the place.

But it's not just the city. They spread to surround Ray and King Yingjie. Ray was also worried that they might get involved.

So Ray intensifies his tone and rejects it again.

"So no matter what they say, I won't pull out this sword. I could really kill you by mistake."

"─ Shut up."

Pissy, Roana blocked the stubborn Ray's words.

"You don't seem to understand yet. That guy told me I could do everything I could. So whether the city breaks down or someone dies, nobody complains. That's the only absolute rule here."

There are no laws, no rules, no manners in this city. Strength is the most important lawless zone. The words of the powerful are strong, both as clans and as individuals.

Strength is more imperative than being an adventurer in conducting a labyrinth attack. If you can't stand it, just leave. The labyrinth is the place where the strong gather. The weak will die soon.

This is where only the strong are allowed to exist, there is no place for the weak.

Therefore, before you complain, show strength. If you can't show it, no one will have ears to listen to.

No matter what power it is, no matter how talented it is, if it is not accompanied by strength, it is cut and discarded as weak bullshit.

In that kind of meritocratic land, Ray is here now.

"I don't remember making such a rule...... anyway, don't guide me. They are all powerful men who have fought through deep space. Much stronger than you think.... and besides, boy"

King Yingjie turned to Ray to speak softly.

"If you can't point that at me, you better give up that you can't use that sword again."

He was right. As Ray ripens with scarlet flame, one day there will always be a day to point it at people.

Then who do you say you're going to turn this sword on? Who can try to bear the past that Ray could not even turn to King Yingjie?

"... well, you're right... ok. I trust you."

Ray nodded in meditation.

Because I understood the practice of meritocracy to the point. And because I realized that if I didn't use scarlet flame here, I wouldn't catch up with my father for the rest of my life.

Ray became ready and broke the commandments he had sealed since his first battle with Singen.

"I'm willing to kill you, I don't mind. Show me your bottom."

Ray, who stood still with scarlet flames, exhales deeply to calm his heart and lays his sword.

And I saw it.

Difference in strength lying like a wall.

(What, this pressure... no... this image)

Ray's visions at that time were too intense a defeat - and the path to it.

Sword moves are lightly embellished, and witchcraft does not plunder. The magic is likewise, no matter what you do or whatever means you use, not scratching a single scratch on its body, and if you realize it, you're getting into the inside of it.

"What's going-- boy. You're not coming?

It can't be done.

Ray himself wants to step in. But I can't step in.

It's like I don't feel like it works.

"Huh..."

I bit my teeth.

What are you afraid of? A defeat?

No, it's not. This is not fear or anything.

I just see it. I see too much. Too clear.

Until the attack is recirculated and the sword is laid on his neck, the process is.

But this is not foresight. What the foresight sees is like a comadry image that cut just a moment apart. It also appears to overlap many times in some cases, making it difficult to say that it is an easy skill to use.

Well, if you ask me what it is, that's a hunch. Combat surveys and predictions that Ray has cultivated in previous combat and training.

That's tying Ray's movements now. It is used for good health.

Too... too expensive.

Skills and physical abilities are preceded by advanced combat skills.

When a person tries to take some action, it always appears in the form of a first move.

For example, when trying to punch a person, the average person punches out a large number of punches that are actually easy to read. It's commonly known as a telephone punch. But when you're also a boxer, that behavior is really small. Seen in motion, the jab flies straight like a bullet. So hard to see and hard to avoid.

So, how about between boxers?

Regardless of how good your eyes would be, it's a big one by investigation. So, what is surveying?

It is the first to feel unconsciously. He feels a slight initial movement in his opponent's shoulder movements, habits, and actions emanating from them.

In the case of Ray, that initial action is equal to no. But not at all. That's with King Yingjie, yes.

That's why Ray recognized it as expensive.

More or less, if you're going to put yourself in a fight, you're going to be reading how to get out of it. That's exactly what it's all about: foresight or battle.

Even then, King Yingjie is taking that technology backwards and showing it against his opponents, even though it takes years to polish it up.

How he moves and how he reacts.

That's what's holding them back. No, they're sealing them off. Ray's movements.

What degree of practice. This is the strength of the man who is said to be closest to God. Even one end of that power is already divine.

And surprisingly, the battle has not even begun.

─ ─ How strong.

Win, lose, before that. Ray can't even move.

What am I supposed to do?

What do I start with?

Even though nothing works. No matter which one you choose, you say it will have the same result.

Still, if the sword was all I could do, I had to face it with a sword. Magic, magic, if that's all I had to do, I had to face it.

But it's not. That's not true. There are too many things I can do, so I don't know which one to choose.

I've chosen that so far because Ray has found a winning streak.

How can I win? How can I make a blow? What's the right move? What's the most effective attack?

That's how I could move because I've chosen.

However, the miscalculation was whether I could not move until now when I could not choose that way.

"I see... so shall we wait? Until you choose."

King Yingjie's insightful eyes make such a ray's inner naked. That hunted down Ray even more.

"─ Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The first thing that came out was a growl. The pressure to ride the billies and voices is scattered in a radial fashion, and the magic reaches all over your body.

"Demon costume- [Demon King Killing] Huh!

From the beginning, I never thought of Ray cutting a trump card until this time.

As you can see from the name, that demon costume is Ray's No. 1 trump card. Shall I call it a demon costume to kill the Demon King for sure?

The depths packed in the best possible conditions, both in power, defense and speed, which further evolved the Demon King form.

The scale created by dragonization inherited its former defense-specific form, while the wings evolved into the wings of the undead bird. Furthermore, the demonic costume wrapped from the top of the scale is as prickly as a mommi tree, making sure that many sheets are covered to protect Ray's body. The arms and feet, in particular, appear to have been fitted with multiple layers of hollow triangular cones, from base to tip.

That is the first idea of this demonic costume. They created holes for magic sprays to increase speed and muscle strength while maintaining stiffness.

But that must not be a flaw in ruining your defense. Thus, by covering several pieces, a thin, thin gap was created between the demonic and demonic costumes. The sting is the idea of hooking up so that swords and the like don't get into that gap.

Furthermore, this also contributes to the freedom of the joints, like the shrimp shell. Because of the many gaps, the range of motion is not restricted. Therefore, a significant increase in muscle strength can also be desired due to internal magic contractions.

Well, I explained it in a lot of detail, but to sum it up succinctly, it's a demonic costume packed with everything I've ever done with demonic costumes.

"I see... I thought you were slightly overdressed compared to other adventurers, but in addition to the treatment of protection, were you also familiar with witchcraft? It's not a costume, it's a piece of armor. But it's also a high degree of completion. That's a lot of work."

"... Sora, it's the trump card of the Revenge War"

There are three elements that Ray was stepping on as essential to his showdown with Elgranda.

The first is pure physical ability and, perceived ability.

As you can see if you recall the battle between Dikuld and Elgranda, the high level of physical ability sometimes determines victory and defeat only by it. Therefore, there is a minimum line in battle to determine a female male.

And it is Ray who is clearly inferior in this case. Simply considered, the last Demon King can be estimated to be twice as many as the sixth.

So here's one.

Next, use Scarlet Flame to ripen.

The psychological state in which Ray fell when he killed the sixth demon king. Overwhelming predictive abilities, optimized movements, and strength to defeat enemies that should not be won, as we call them the poles of the sword.

Ray believes that whether you can bring that extreme state out at any time will be the key to a vengeance battle.

But it's probably an unreachable pole without Scarlet Flame's help. Ray has never heard the beat of a sword except Scarlet Flame, and of course he has never had the same experience before.

Scarlet flames are a special sword. Not only is it my father's sword, but also his ability to burn heat that does not allow him to follow any other.

Therefore, I do not think that such a hidden ability is so strange in itself. The question is, how do we extract that power?

That's the second key.

Finally, it's a demonic costume with performance beyond the demonic costume of Elgranda.

Demonic costumes protect their bodies and reinforce their movements. It would not be an exaggeration to say that defense and attack, magic that is both effective and the most pronounced difference.

Alternatively, it can be assumed that the performance difference of the demonic costume determines victory and defeat.

Ray and Elgranda.

Which hardness is above.

Which is more aggressive.

I couldn't get out of my hands. To increase the chance of winning at all, it is this demonic costume that has been created as a result of improving, rebuilding, and thinking about the demonic costume that is now in a higher dimension.

Months just for the thought period. Experiments and failures repeated, a year until satisfactory completion.

It was in the course of the journey ahead that it became available at a level that could be incorporated into the battle.

So it's still hard to say it's complete. There will be further improvements to be made.

Still, this was a trump card for Ray and a trump card he could confidently put out. It was...

"Now, as an outpost, let's strive to achieve its full performance"

No, where I could show off... and Ray swallows his gokuri and spit. Or Ray's idea of being assisted by a genuine demon costume was sweet, I have to say.

Even in this state, the earlier vision is the same without a few millimeters of error. In this minute, where the limits were elevated, the results were seen as unchangeable.

In this way, no. The difference is not filled when the force, speed, and hardness are increased.

Fundamentally, what is different from your opponent so far. As Ray made sure of it, it was now time to step in and attack King Yingjie.

"─ Huh!

Stepping on the cobblestone and gaining initial acceleration, Ray releases his thrust with all his might as he bends forward.

"Well, pick a melee from the beginning."

King Yingjie, who gently bounced the thrust with his sword, pushed it slightly diagonally upwards with his hand on Ray's jaw, which had stretched and stormed the thorn from his shoulder as it was.

Thorns slip through King Yingjie's shoulders and armpits. Ray's body fluttered away from the ground, spinning straight through King Yingjie's side.

But on the verge of rolling onto the ground, the ray rotates backwards due to magic injection. He steps on a fixed space behind his feet and is slashed from behind to King Yingjie.

"Hmm, I see"

Ray's sword is picked on his pinned fingers, and Gakun looses his body's strength. No, he was flushed rather than out, and Ray was slapped on the ground as he was.

"Ha...!

I didn't just get slapped. Yes, Ray recognized it only after he felt the pain with his demonic costume wrapped around him.

"It's impeccable with speed, power and skill. Above all, the courage of choosing a melee without fear of failure is brilliant. Did you get confirmation?

"Eh... the feather of the immortal bird...!

Ba and bouncing Ray don't have time to respond to King Yingjie's thoughts, and as he takes his distance, he launches a total attack by magic.

"You're clever."

A bullet with countless wings that struck King Yingjie. From below, the tentacles, accelerated by magic injection, burst through the stone folds and popped out. Above, a group of demonic stones on the verge of explosion. In an instant, Ray, who completely besieges King Yingjie, shoots a finger pistol in a row as he lowers.

But the only thing Ray could do was let King Yingjie use his magic fill skills.

"But this is bad"

Tan kicked the ground, and King Yingjie, who jumped up, thrust down the demon stone with his sword every blast. One explosion after another swallows Ray's billboard, and the blast blooms.

In addition, King Yingjie stepped through one of the demonic stones at the same time as the explosion, gaining an acceleration of the blast and penetrating towards Ray.

"Ku......!

An instantaneously single-speared body stretched from toe to toe of hand conveys the power of the whole body to the tip of the sword without excess. Even as he distorted his face painfully through the exact counterattack, Ray, who took it painfully in the belly of his sword, immediately spread his wings directly beside him and sprayed his magic. The entire body was stiffened by the explosive force condensed at one point to build resistance.

Severe friction and a magic blast scratch in the ear. On the cobblestone they slipped through as chunks, a black line like coal ran, and the magic sprayed behind them gushed through.

Eventually, when the momentum weakens, Ray's wings unfold to pinch King Yingjie.

Blade ejection from close range. But at the right time to do it, the pressure that was hanging on Gakun and Ray's arms falls off.

It's already too late when I'm happy. King Yingjie, who rubbed down behind him with momentum, stabbed his sword perpendicular to the cobblestone and stationary, was landing on the ground in a soft motion that did not make him feel fuzzy and gravitational.

"Next, let's start with me"

The second flame lid was cut without hair in between.

A blade that was ready to fire flies toward King Yingjie as a restraint. In addition, Ray, wary of instantaneous motion, created dozens of clumps of magic around him, which he compressed and shaped.

Looks like just a bunch of red balls floating around. A bunch of magic lines up in the universe dots by dots. It was the first time that a magic bomb had been applied that could be practiced with really delicate magic processing techniques, a mine source. With only a few contacts, the magic concentration is easily adjusted to push the limits.

If I were to mention one difficulty, because of the properties of magic, it would not cause an explosion, even if it was touched by immobilized organisms that do not entail magic, but it is something that has good magic in the body even though it is more than an organism. At the end of the day, the explosion would chain up and swallow every escape.

King Yingjie, who finished wiping all the wings of the immortal bird with only his sword, walks loosely where the mines were sprayed.

Without panic, King Yingjie approaches Ray as he avoids the red dots. Only footsteps, which are at regular intervals, shake the air and slowly but steadily pack the distance from Ray.

And when the red dots came to the halfway point where they dotted, Ray moved.

"The Demon Bomb Chain...!

Ray shot his magic from his fingertips, mostly. It is sucked into one of the red dots that was floating around King Yingjie, detecting magical contact. And sprinkle the red scattered light, blowing it up.

"Is that what this was all about?"

King Yingjie, calmed down, exploded in chains and waved his swordless hand at the linearly approaching expansion of the red dot.

King Yingjie, who bounced into the sky with every hand of Bathyun and his extinct light, will try to respond to one looming chain attack after another with only his left hand. In the sky, a demonic explosion, launched like fireworks, emits turbulent light and dyes the scene red.

"What the hell, it..."

Ray looked up at the sky unexpectedly. Approximately, I understand what King Yingjie did. With his magical little hand, he bounced off the demon bomb. As a matter of principle, I let the demon king Elgranda do the same thing that pushed back the demon bomb, with the least amount of magic.

For one thing, the fact that the absolute amount of magic that Ray put in is different probably helps, but it's hard to think about that instantly.

What I see is what's happening in front of me right now. It's not the first time I've been shown a difference in isolation, but I still get stunned.

Because this was a slightly different colour from the experience where Ray felt the difference in power.

When I first saw my father's moves.

When I first fought the Demon King.

When the killer almost killed me.

And it wasn't something that made me feel helpless the day I lost my father, it was just that I felt shown its height.

With what, will he continue to reign in the mightiest seat?

Power?

Is that a move?

Existence?

No, it's not. I'm sure there are some of them, but the backbone of his strength, he can't talk about it like that. He's not in the dimension where you can flip with something like that.

Overwhelming combat experience cultivated over the long years of 500 years and days of battle. I felt like I saw one end of it.

"There's no time to be distracted, boy."

If you point it out and put your gaze back, there were no more demonic sources around King Yingjie. Ray hastily activates the distorted space. We secured our escape route and jumped into it.

"A distortion of scenery... is that the magic of space?

With his eyes narrowed and an approximate hit, King Yingjie bowed his hips softly and slammed his sword into distortion with the guiding principle of living-slaughter.

"Become..."

Ray, who was in distortion, stopped suddenly on his feet.

The distorted path suddenly interrupted. From the rays that were in it, it was as if they were suddenly held back by the wall, and the space that was supposed to have been continuous interrupted along the way, losing its way.

"No way - did you cut the space ⁉?"

Such an idiot and a werewolf Ray. But if you see him cut open his distorted vision and come into it forcefully, besides interpreting it that way, King Yingjie admits it again as he slaps his sword on Ray.

"If it exists there, there is no reason not to slash it. You can do it if you get the hang of it."

King Yingjie.

Ray argues in his mind that it's not a trick or that kind of dimension. But the body prevents the impending blade, so make the best of it. I couldn't afford to slap him in the mouth for nothing, and after combing my swords three times, I got a blow from a kick in the belly and was kicked out of a distorted space.

Ray jumped up with a gobble and a rolling hand on the ground. There were no injuries, but if you look at the look on your face, you can ask how terrible it is to be trapped mentally.

But Ray bravely cuts a new hand tag and challenges the hero king.

Roana, who saw and watched, zeroed in her heart.

(Poor...)

The fact that Ray had no hands or legs was as unfolding as I had expected, but the old companion's child combined to make Roana feel deeper for Ray.

'Cause don't you think?

Ray first said that he was reluctant to fight for the damage to the city and Roana and the others, but for the first time, he had not been able to hurt King Yingjie with a scratch.

The confidence you've built up must have collapsed from the ground up. You must have figured out how stupid your mouth was to spit. And you've been reminded of your weakness.

(Boy, what you don't know is a sin. But...)

Don't compare it to the man, Roana prayed and closed her eyes.

Because Ray was pitiful and couldn't watch anymore.

Perhaps a wall experienced by those who explore the labyrinth not least.

At the end of that turbulent wall, the best wall is him.

But it's a wall like a statue. There doesn't seem to be, a wall of fantasy.

Because that wall is something that exists in different dimensions.

That is a fact that everyone who belongs to the [top of the sunny sky] knows.

It doesn't make sense to compare the different places you've been standing since the beginning. If it makes sense, it is only those who stand in the same dimension as him.

However, Roana and the others knew that such a presence had not appeared alone in the last 500 years since his reign.

But they don't know.

Give me that sword fever.

that there was once someone who had stepped in unwittingly.

That's the difference. It's the branch that separated Ray from Roana and the others.

─ ─ Gowo! and the scorching flames scorch the world.

Red-hot fullness and a rough sword breath.

The fire was filled with a sword engraved with dragon prints and Ray's eyes with it.

"Let's do this."

I can't. I can't. If you can't, you lose.

Yes, like that day.

Nothing to bear behind, but this lack of hands and feet is reminiscent of the battle that day.

Why won't it work?

Why can't you take a blow?

Was what I did to this extent?

Difference in force. My sense of helplessness. I've had enough of these difficult negative feelings.

"------Ahhhhhh!!!

Ray growls. Just beating back the spirit that was leaning.

I swung a scorching sword and pierced it.

Hot fire can be bounced. Spread the fire, sorry for the spark, Ray accelerates.

Foot carry. How to swing a sword. Avoidance on a single piece of paper.

Scrape waste off for more efficient and optimal movement.

The way we do it is, yes, the sword tells us.

More... more.

Regression, at that time.

Still going up. Faster. It gets heavier. I can see more.

Because I know who I was stronger...

Both legs were moving busily. In mutual agreement, not a single step is pulled, and the swords are struck at each other.

If you make a mistake, if you delay for a moment, it's not a strange distance to get an unrepeatable blow. Avoidance and defense of critical like the side you're looking at is a glitch. I don't even have time to breathe, a series of fierce attacks.

There he was, as if he were someone else from Ray, who had been beaten without the art of doing it.

Different expression. Different quality of movement. I feel different about killing myself on a sword.

If you don't have to identify - people are different.

Roana and the others who stood, literally as meat walls, were at war as the lay changed.

No sympathizers, no distractors, etc. Even a grain of splashing sweat burns into its eyes and enters its battle.

Behind his chest, some felt fever.

It's not even an exchange of lives, just a bump of strength.

I gripped my fist and let sweat seep into my forehead.

The clash between the two males was antagonistic. No, maybe he was being made antagonistic.

As Ray moves better, King Yingjie also moves up the stage. How far will that overtaking, chase relationship go? How far does that sword climb, which can be called supreme?

For those who put themselves in battle, there was a pole of moves that kept their eyes open.

It's just... well...

…………

With each passing hour, whenever I struck a blow in, the expression was lost from Ray's face. The rugged eyes were as quiet as a lake, the mouth that was open was closed and the complete absence that did not make you feel one emotional swing.

Ray's behavior is also matched by the loss of even close force to unconsciousness, and waste is shredded.

In parallel, the feeling of getting sharper. Dokun, even the beating of Dokun and the sword you're not supposed to hear, is drawn to listening to it.

The sword taught me everything.

From holding the sword to avoiding it.

The shapes of sword moves that have scraped waste to the extreme are burned into this body through a heartbeat.

I just don't need myself to keep myself to it. My mould gets in the way.

The way it was done is the same as before. All you have to do is put your emotions in the sword.

Oh, my God, isn't that easy?

Just keep yourself as the sword tells you.

Whatever you don't need, cut it off to emotion. That's the pole of the sword.

"Huh - ⁉"

In the face of King Yingjie, the first battle runs since the battle began. Scorching his eyes, he wrapped himself around the fire overflowing from his sword as if it were armor, and the figure of Ray waving up his sword - the silver wire staggered at an unstoppable speed in his eyes.

─ ─ Kickin '!

For a moment, two arms surpassed the perceptions of the first-degree seekers and scratched them off. The staggering sound of a heavy sword, even the tall one that was right after it.

And one sword launched into the sky, spinning at high speeds. A gaze gathers in nature and its sword.

"... was in danger"

Behind King Yingjie, who breathed a ho, the sword that was dancing in the sky pierces the cobblestone floor lightly with a ston.

"─ ─ ─ Huh...?

It was Ray who leaked his dumb voice as everyone was blinded by the fallen sword.