"On Sixteenth Street, Brandall and thoughtful figures were witnessed...?
"There was also a report here! Capture suspicious people like Brandall. But it wasn't him, it was Gorotsuki, who was gripped with gold. According to this man, Brandall himself is planning to flee the country..."
"We have the same report over here! Son of a bitch, that's what you mean! You've got to be kidding me!
The Norstación remnants, Brandal, who were unaccounted for. Its barracks in the corner of the Wang capital were confused by the successive appearances of such figures. There are many such blockages in the Wang Dynasty alone, but similar reports seem to be rising there.
A suspicious man dressed in a brown robe appeared in this sight and said, "Long live Norstación!" He runs around just like, "I'm Brandall, let him catch me." There's no reason to leave him blatantly knowing he's a phony, and the soldiers are still being chased to deal with him.
"Da, Mr. Dalcor! Duh, what shall we do......!?
Priscilla, an apprentice knight who happened to be stopping by this barracks on his way around, turns to the knight who sits snuggly in the back of the room for judgment.
He was a very big man. Same as King Aldia, or more body. He sits in a chair with a big crotch in a good posture and puts his arms together with dignity. But in large part, that giant has a somewhere more nostalgic atmosphere than intimidation.
By the way, I don't care how you look at it. It's a piercing look that seems to have two or three big kids, but what a twenty years old the real age is.
The first name is Darkor Eddas.
He is a member of the clean Silver Legion Troop Silvalios, part of it.... but.
"What the hell?"
"No… so the appearance of brandals has been reported everywhere…"
"What do you mean? The man to be brandalled... does that mean he had a bunch of brothers?
"Chi, no"
"Mm-hmm. So, you have a lot of relatives?
"No, it's not"
Priscilla explains politely as she is about to weaken.
"I mean you're hiring Gorotsuki to tailor your own phony. We have a report from the captured soldiers."
"What. You mean that! That's amazing, it turns my head! Enemy and sunshine!
Buhaha, and a luxurious laugh.
"But in that case, don't you need a lot of money? I wouldn't be able to pay for that. Is the man who brands the drill rich?
"What? No... what do you think?"
Dulcor said he was appointed as "Silver Legion Troop Silverios" at the age of twenty due to his overwhelming combat abilities, but everyone had a rating to give.
That is - retarded, he said.
Hot and honest in character. He has no back table and is a good person to treat his people and colleagues with kindness.
But anyway - retarded, he said.
Is that why we are not being driven out by the daytime terrorist response that would have required an ad hoc response? For once, I'm supposed to have been doing other work...
"Wait. After all, don't you have a lot of brothers? Because I'm not going to be able to pay for that. How many cups of milk can you drink? It would be a waste."
"What, no... There have been reports from those who captured..."
"What. I mean... what do you mean? Again, are you rich...?
Bad. I can't finish the conversation.
What do you care? This was the first Priscilla I've ever dealt with Dalcor, but this is more than I expected. I'm not kidding. The look on Giant's face is serious in itself. I can see what you're talking about while I think about it.
Even while Priscilla is in a hurry, the barracks are rushed to receive reports of Brandal.
"It's a large number of reports that Brandall is planning to flee the country. Again, as a glare, you seem to be tailoring many impostors!
"Waste your foot scratches... you can't go far without your feet. We'll alert carriers in the surrounding area."
"All right, let's go! Put up a siege net!
Do you 'know' about Dalcor, the soldiers pop up at their discretion.
"F... you can't run away"
But Priscilla felt oops dependable at Dalcor's inclusive laughter, full of confidence. After all, it's Silver Legion Squad Silvalios.
"There are so many brothers out there that you can get away with it! Brother or brother, I'll capture you first! And let's convince him in tears! Perfect!"
Priscilla snorted at Gakuri.
I don't even know what such an apprentice knight thinks, and Giant Kui solitary in some enlightened tone.
"Either way, the...,... b...? would be to survive, if he were truly strong. Otherwise...... just disappear. That's all."
"Shh, shh, shh, ha...!
The outlaw man dressed in a thin dirty outfit appears to have been burned in the lungs for inhaling the heat. Rolling around with a arousal.
Red hair and red eyes. The young man, like prison flames formed the shape of a person, looked down at the man who fell like a bore.
"……………………"
Take a sick sigh from the bottom of your heart. Not even willing to stab the stop "most," Dino Gailroen walked out ignoring the rolling man.
It's been another week.
Lose, get caught, get put to work by that 'brave' little boy.
Today...... Earlier, I was just finally released. I still feel a little weak, but I don't have any problems.
Odilon's "Come Again!" The smile was depressingly dazzling.
"I'm not coming anymore," he maligned, starting walking through the city for the first time in a week, getting tangled up by fools in the first fifteen minutes, repelling and now.
Outlaw raids on defeated dinos.
It was something Odilon was concerned about and Dino was also thinking about.
But when this is not unexpected, it is no longer clear.
Honestly, I don't understand. It's not because Dino was getting weaker or anything because he lost to "The Brave Man". Why do insects that have ever gotten smaller and shrunk get on well?
In this way, requests for work will still not come patchy either.
but that didn't matter either. Originally, I don't have any problems with money at all. The money I was saving up for Alicia is so surplus that it rots.
Through a dim alley and out to the back street. Even though it's a normal day, the number of people is high.
Dino had also asked Odillon.
Anything like there was terrorism during the day, and even the fact that he came out to Opt's corpse, third place in Midir College, seemed like a lot of fuss. Indeed, during the day, there were slightly more soldiers in the castle.
Everyone must be intoxicated by this unusual air.
Dino goes through the backstreets where the badly gutted humans wander into even narrower alleys.
Kick the stinking trash can in the way of blocking the road. Due to physical strengthening, the trash can flew up to the second floor of an abandoned house nearby.
It's further behind the back street, the Borough Inn where you can stay, although it would be outlaw if you just gave the money. Affordable accommodation where Dino is staying continuously.
- There was a man in front of that building that was still about to collapse.
"I'll see you with Lord Dino Gailroen."
Dino didn't even hide his discomfort and struck his tongue chipped. The second one is here now.
but this guy's outfit. I'm not a rogue or anything.
Wrap around a big brown cloak, underneath it - like some Knights, black monochrome clothes. For some reason, the clothes are all worn out, but the deep face of the sculpture makes an extra grin.
What can I do for you?
"My name is Brandall. It's an honor to meet you, Penta, the mighty flame."
"What can I do for you?"
"F, excuse me for this. As a matter of fact, this time I brought you a certain deafening story. I thought you might be interested, and this is how I got here."
"Hmm. That's a deafening story... So, where do we talk?
To the words, the man who named him Brandall returned a grin with a ni.
"It's not really the kind of story people want to hear, so... in your alley, would you mind?"
A short distance from the inn, a dark trail.
A number of buildings abandoned and deserted. Stone walls in place. A large bridge across it casts a colorful shadow around it - so to speak, the blind spot of the city. Only a faint light of distant street lights illuminates a narrow alley.
Brandall, who was walking ahead, stops and looks back. Darkness to such an extent that we can barely see each other's faces.
"It would be nice around here."
"So, what's the story?
"You know about Redrack, too. It's about the technology of being able to transplant someone else's soul and heart strength, Prarna. Let's just go straight in. It is not only the soul heart power Prarna that is gained by that technology. You can also take the Oracle, the man's divine chant."
"... Huh?
That's Dino, too. Pickled and frowned.
"If" Penta "were to gain the power of" Penta "by that technology... what would you do?
"... sole means"
"Yes, if a strong man like you gains the power of another 'penta' - you will no longer be equal to God"
Hearing the words, Dino, who previously seemed blatantly uninterested, opened his eyes slightly.
"You were chosen. What do you think? This story... why don't you get in?"
In contact with Dino, of course, Brandall had done his research.
Among the targets, 'Penta', is this man who is at high risk. Stick to being the strongest, arrogant and belligerent. Now, we also have an apathetic, lazy side. Its character is hard to grasp, and I can't be flexible with gold or women.
But in that it has been very recent and has suffered defeat. This is the main point.
If this man is bound by "the strongest," he should definitely show interest in this story.
"I see. During the day, Opt's corpse was raised. I tried to make a fuss... but it was Omei's fault."
"I don't know. Currently, the area where Opt's soul and heart strength, Prarna, resides, is strictly kept by us. The transplant... can be done at any time."
Dino scratches his neck and throws a try glance.
"Kuk... I don't know what country Omei and the others are from, but if they find out, it could be a war, right?
To the words, Brandall laughs furiously.
"War, fine. There's a problem. - True and strongest, if you were here. If there is a war, you may be able to patrol the unexpected."
I mean, can you be one of us?
"That's an easy deal. I will provide you with strength. You help me."
The grin of the transcendent increased the brutal depth.
"- Fine. I'll give you a ride. I haven't had a job since today, and I was wondering what to do."
The man, too, replied with a deeper grin.
"Hugh... I was so helpful when I talked to you. Let's show you where we live. First, I'm going to turn back the way I came."
Hearing the words, Dino turns back his curly heel. Turn your back on Brandall.
Brandall sighed in his heart.
I never thought it would be different from what I had planned. I had no idea that even Dino would fall so easily following Opt. Initially, it seemed to be the most tricky result for Leafia, who thought it was the easiest.
Brandall unravels the sword he raises on his hips without sound and walks to Dino unconstitutionally.
To that back, where he began to walk in a daze, he stabbed his sword without hesitation.
Definite response conveys Brandal's arm.
……
It feels strange. Brandall jumps away unexpectedly.
- I did pierce the sword, and the response to it -
Seeing the sword in his own hand, Brandall looked out for him.
The sharp tip of the sword melts like candy.
The moment I recognized it, there was a fierce pain that could burn in my right hand holding the sword.
"Gu, ah!
Unexpectedly throw down the sword.
On the hand, tingling pain.
It's heat. The melting heat of the sword conducted it and burned Brandal's hand. Despite the fact that it is a sword made of Bai Ling Iron "Bitterness", resistant to heat and cold air.
"... chip!
Brandall stares at Dino, who is still turning his back, just because he is abominable.
The red-haired young man shook his shoulders as he showed his back. - It is.
"K, hahahaha... don't hook me up"
Finally, I look back. Let the red ball-like eyes twitch, and the flaming 'penta' shudder.
"Huff... is that why you suspected me from the beginning? You seem quite capable of perceiving danger."
"Dangerous? Ha, don't make me laugh"
Dino laughed like a little fool,
"If a fly was choked in front of you, do you think Omei would be in danger of such a mon? The bug flew into the fire on its own."
"The kid..."
I deduce it was invisible, wrapped around something like a thin curtain of heat.
Wasn't it that easy? Then, until you twist it down with local force. A body that has obtained rare absorption attributes. There is no reason to lose to those who just manipulate the flames.
Brandal exercises a healing technique on his wrinkling hand, while remaining alert.
"If" Penta "gets the power of" Penta, "it's the strongest, huh? Asshole, I'm the strongest from the start. Come on, I just happened to sneer a little at the brave kung fu, and the idiot that attacked me still sprang up, when I finally solicited, 'Why don't you get stronger'. And that's a lie, too, my spot aim. Take a look at the lame ones."
Dino flashes his right arm in exactly the kind of behavior that pays for bugs. In response, the fierce Red Lotus licked the alley.
Brandal falls back big as he prevents it with the ice walls he created aggressively.
Bong and awesome noises echoed the alley, causing massive steam to blow up. Meanwhile, the melted ice rained and poured into the brandal.
"What, ah, ah!?
Unexpectedly Brandall exclaimed. A poured splash. The Shizukuishi was burning.
A large red light in the darkness ahead, even while groaning at the pain. The appearance of "Penta", who is still trying to release the prison flame wrapped around his right hand.
"F, f..."
- Stupid. Powerful, so stupid.
I don't even think that they might have the means to resist themselves, etc. Release a powerful blow cheaply. Without knowing that power will be returned as it is.
Seeing the flame that dwells in its right arm, he decided 'I can give it back'.
It is no longer comparable to the art of Leafia Windfall, which had reached the realm of disaster. It's also a phenomenon that took a lot of chanting time to activate. If it's a one-on-one battle, I don't even have the time to use a big move like that in the first place.
Brandall sticks his right hand out.
"Absorption". We need to do it well. It doesn't make sense that you shot back in the detour and burned down Dino. It would be best to blow only the lower body successfully in order to leave the inhabited area of the soul heart strength "Prarna". It's not easy to be modest.
From Dino's right arm, a wave of burning radiated.
It flew at a tremendous rate, and Brandall takes it with his right hand.
"..., no...!
That's just strong. It has the power to be awesome, even though it is a casual blow. but I accept. Absorb.
Because the stronger you are, the more power you return to the surgeon.
"Huh, ha, ha -"
- Get lost. You mistake yourself for something special, something coincidental. It only takes that power and throws it away like garbage -!
Make a noise, Bohi.
Brandal's right arm disappeared.
"- Oh?"
Impact that does not stay between and pushes through the body.
…… …………
uncomfortable, if you turn your neck down.
Right half. Abdomen to chest, and right arm.
Those disappeared, I had my own torso.
There's a wind hole in your body. It's like bread that was ripped off with a big mouth.
"... but... ah, uh, -"
Black.
Even, black.
The body has changed to an inky color around large, rounded holes.
A faint remnant of the flame clung to the tyrosis and clothes.
- Idiot, yeah. This... this, me. This is also easy.
It's healing. Treat, we have to.
No, is it going to heal? healing technique, to the extent that this, it should be noted,
Dino's voice echoes.
"Omei, you're so fucking weak. I'm disappointed."
With the sigh of disappointment, it is created in Dino's right arm - a vast, fiery sword. No, the immensity that shouldn't be described as swords, etc. It's like - flaming, pillars.
No emotion, no hesitation, no mercy. With the ease of paying for the bugs, Boom, and the flaming pillars swung across the giraffe.
The last sight seen by a chanter named Brandall, Magee, was the red on one side of his sight.