Immediately after being fisted, an equivalent shock slapped him hard in the back of the head.
It was due to the beaten down Barbadorf punching his head to the ground, but the person who is not even able to tell the difference between heaven and earth due to the echoing swings doesn't even know. Jumped into the eyes of Maygus, a satanic warrior who laid on his back,
(light…, ………… gold, of colour…)
Skies covered and hidden by end-strength leaves. Light pouring down from the gap between the growing branches.
(... blonde, hair..., inoperable...)
The grace of the god of day, illusory in gold, and the unbelievable enemy of not using the technique, gave a glimpse of the memories of the past in a moment.
Same as always, hot desert mornings.
That day, my father was going to teach me how to dismantle "roses" of the men the "hunter" Venatr "and others had caught by mistake, but that father wouldn't wake up.
Instead, the bedroom I visited to wake you up.
A small, thin, dirty room that never replaces you. An anomaly that was in it. Red flowing and passing through the trenches of the laid floor stones.
There she was, a woman in a monastic garment.
Poke at the heart. A father who is stabbed to the chest with a pitch-black sword as thin as a needle, and is desperate - and apparent in the eyes of a child. Standing in front of that corpse was a blonde woman wrapped in monastic clothes, in the line of duty to serve God.
- This guy, no. It's not the bait my countrymen have captured. I've never seen a guy like this before. What? What, this guy?
If she looks back here, her brilliantly poured morning graced golden hair will shine and shake like quality silk.
Beautiful.
They just took my eyes off me. My chest rattled.
She said it was just a tool, like a woman. My father said he was killed in front of me.
- I can't remember that face.
"Yours, Father?
A slight, prolonged, sweet voice on the nose.
If she snorted back, the woman smiled "yes" and walked over to Barbados.
I had a hunch he was going to kill me. Instinct perceived this woman as far above herself. He said he was a rabbit and this woman was a lion. So much, difference as an organism.
It didn't even occur to me how I got into the settlement of the magician Maygas, or how anyone else noticed this woman's intrusion.
The woman gently lays her hands on the boy's shoulder that stiffens her. Give in and whisper in your ears.
"This is your job, too. I'm sorry, boy. '
The shaped cherry blossom lips make a terrible impression.
Left behind with a voice without discouragement, the woman leaves. The woman who killed my father walks out the door with dignity and no hands on the boy.
"Ha..., ha-"
Barbadorf's breath became rough and his heart pulsed loudly.
A whispered, exhaling voice in my ear. Delicate golden hair, touched cheeks. A sweet fragrance of a woman drifting in the blink of an eye. of the hand resting on his shoulder, a soft warmth -
Barbadorf, who was a boy, was at its peak.
What is the raw, warm, stuffy discomfort that dampens your underwear? A pleasant feeling that fills and spreads throughout your body. It was engraved into the boy's brain as an intense impression at the moment.
The woman who murdered my father, who was a powerful operator. The identity was not found with an elite investigation.
The lack of response to her ability to follow the traces of her surgery leads me to the startling conclusion that this woman did not use any divine chant "Oracle" in the process of intrusion, killing, and escape - all of it. But there can't be such an imitator. In the end, the compatriots of the settlement did not try to believe the testimony of the young Barbados, but were cleaned up as delusions. My father bought a grudge and I guess someone stabbed him accidentally, so I settled.
I tie most of them up with the maniac psychic "Ehier Zahee" to prevent troubles among such compatriots, but there can be some rubbing between the "hunters" Venatr "who are still not dependent on drugs.
This is such a, just a problem in the settlement.
Only Barbados will know the truth about that case...
(This, the kid... same...)
Barbadolph felt something of the same quality as that woman, avoiding the art of art, and finally to the boy who slapped himself with his bare hands.
Like chaining, evocative.
(- Hihi, hi. Lost, Got... Hey)
Find that woman.
That's one of the reasons Barbados stepped out into the outside world.
My father's hatred - I don't mean anything like that.
In the first place, the clan thrives by giving birth to one child after another to women taken from the outside. I'm also suspicious if that parent was my real father. I don't care about that.
(Take that woman...)
offend. Kill.
Brilliant beautiful blonde. Sweet voice on the nose. Cherry glossy lips. I can't remember my face, that woman. Just think, just dream about polluting them, and the hoop of reason "but" is about to come off.
To indulge in that sweet feeling I had as a boy again. To ravage that woman with this hand.
(Like this, by the way... go to sleep... I can't...)
Blunt light returns again to both eyes that dwell in madness.
Barbadorf's face, beaten down and bloody, engraved a tremendous grin.
Gu, Liu Xiao holds his fist.
Training with Belgrette and Crearia, which was repeated daily. In other words, a simulated battle against the user of the water attribute, which can be considered an achievement. Surprisingly enough myself, I could read the water orbit.
(but you momiagi bastard...... fucked up)
Barbadorf was diminishing his power by pulling his face and flying around the moment his fist struck him directly. The response is shallow, and the collar of the fallen and bounced magician Maygus will not come off as a sign of it. It was a drift protection trying to move into pursuit,
"Shit."
Looking back before that. A giant manipulating the wind was fleshing in front of him at a slippery speed.
"Well, you know what?"
"Holy shit, how many times. Approximate M.O.......!
The beast says it is at that moment when it eats to its prey that it exposes the gap. According to such a theory. Enrokak was roaring the wind for drift protection shortly after he stuck his fangs out to Barbados.
A few fists wrapped around a swirling storm. The boy scowls at everything as he is about to be hit with his arm, which he prevents with his armor, whilst he is about to get his hair caught up.
"Huh... I just cut off that irregular water shot. The skill of the recipient is first-class."
"That's all."
In the midst of a blowing streak,
"... hum, yeah, hey. I don't know what to say... I didn't show you yet."
Giants have a meaningful grin on their fat lips just because they were losing it.
"Ah?"
"The ultimate in protection, the heavenly garment of headwinds. If you concentrate a little bit on that amount of wind and use it as it is to attack..."
What, and the giant pulled his fist and set himself up.
"This is what happens."
I had a bad feeling about it, and I stood up to be able to deal with it no matter what.
"- Extreme attack, blast formation"
I could see it. It was in the eyes of the shield. It is not the fist that looms. It was a palm wrapped in a breeze.
(Palm bottom -)
Intercept at the roundabout. Iron wall defense moves through the orbit of a circle. I've worked out karate skills for years - cancer, he said.
(-, what?)
Naturally, they played it.
The palm bottom, which flies without receiving, is directed perfectly to the left flank of the flow shield. Gentle, like an inch stop.
(- - Ma, no -, p)
That's like being pressed straight into the cannon launch port, if you like.
The driftshield intuitively feels a frigid chill and quickly turns itself around.
The moment, it burst with the sound of an explosion.
emanating from Enrokak's palm. Whether that is no longer a good substitute to call 'the wind'. An unseen force thrust through instantly raises the roar, involving the surrounding dust.
The shock slightly blurred the flank of the shield.
And that's it.
The force of the bursting wind was easily blowing away the flesh of the stream protection, which should be heavy in this world.
"-, -, bu, fu,...!
Blood refluxes and exuberantly spills out of your mouth. The bouncing stream protection of the drained stone hits the trunk of the old tree all over its body, where it finally opens up from the force of inertia.
"……, but……, …"
Slurring, he rolled straight into the earth.
"N ~ …, that's a big deal. Try to avoid a direct hit."
Only the low voice of Enrokak woods spirits in the woods where tranquility has been restored.
"It doesn't matter. I enjoyed it there... but in the end, this is what happens."
Barbadorf lying in large letters. Blew up and rolled drift protection. And I'm just alone, Enrokaku.
But the two fallen rings haven't come off yet.
"Hmmm... I feel like I'm running out of things... but this is the curtain."
The black giant started walking to stab a stop at the two lying down,
"Ho."
Stop the fudge.
Barbadorf carved a tearing grin on his bloody face.
Exhaling in a rough breath, there's a current shield.
Each woke himself up.
"..., gu... gu...!
As the flow shield rises, place a hand on the affected abdomen to check the condition.
(..., critical, right...)
A few ribs. It's not broken, but it hurts like an electric shock. I just scratched it and it looks like this. It's a joke, and the shield throws up the blood accumulated in his mouth.
(... damn)
I'm angry at myself for being hit as a maniac. It can be prevented - it shows off scattered attacks that can be prevented, and finally it unleashes a super-powerful blow that pushes through without defense or anything else.
(Isn't there a splendid feint in place... you'll do it dude...)
Slip your gaze sideways.
"Shit..."
Barbadorf was getting up, too, while he was getting a real pain.
"... uh... what kind of rash... Get out... this is it..."
The nose is shattered and a bloody grin on the mouth. Those eyes are vain but dangerous light dwelling, squeaking and whining at words that don't make sense. If you also thought about this man's original temper, you no longer know what to do.
(... is... yabe, this...)
With his breath absurd, the boy holds his fist.
"You have the guts to look up, you guys"
A black giant throws words at them both in a tone that even makes them laborious.
"But... that's enough."
And it drives.
"I enjoyed the outdoors. But I still have something to do, too, so let's get this over with. I don't need you guys anymore."
The wind that gathers into Enrokak's thick arms, the two tornadoes that manifest themselves. It's - enough armed by a storm to illusion that both arms have multiplied. If you touch this swirling spiral, the human body and others will be easily pulled and cut.
"- Funeral burial:" It's about to follow "- Blast Duplex:" Bukufu Lenzin "
At the same time, the drift protection was popping forward. As if riding in the wind that focuses on Enrokak's arms.
(Even though it's forbidden to kill on the face of it... these guys are too hazy. ……………………)
Run your eyes blood. Lift the end of your mouth.
- We have to do it.
We have to stand on the same mound.
Lifeguard told himself that.
In principle, exquisite force application and subtraction exist in the martial arts the boy wields. That's never meant to be clueless or clueless. Should we also call it a deterrent to working unconsciously? Perhaps everyone has that feeling as an instinct. That must be, even the inhabitants of this world used to rough things up.
A struggle to think about yourself or your opponent's 'tomorrow'. Power to control and hold down enemies until they are full. Power to defeat enemies.
The forces that flow protection is about to wield from now on - they will be located opposite poles.
Power to kill enemies. A struggle not to look at the enemy's 'tomorrow'.
That is.
"But, Master. Oh, no... '
"So... what do we do? Are you still under the law for a situation where your life is in danger? Are you dying unnecessarily with your beautiful mouth on?
The look of an old man, like Nobu.
'That's okay, Liu Yu. Grandpa will forgive you.'
Laugh.
'Not in that situation. Just like I taught you...'
Let's go.
It's like once cracking Drauthor or Farvnar's head and damaging the assassin Detlev's belly - the end point where what's called violence strikes. Power to drive the opponent to the 'end of the line'. Not to defeat, but to kill.
Grabbing his fist, the boy moves forward and forth.
The hoop was about to come off. Something inside me was about to eat through the cage.
Upcoming is a stormy fist that is likely to be a piece of flesh at the moment it is touched. The orbit of the right hook dramatically avoids it, scratches the tornado and enters the interior.
"-Sh!"
Had it not been for the great whirlwind, the dry noise would have sounded.
A lower left kick of the full body released at the same time as the stepping in caused Enrokak's right leg to tilt.
"What, oh...!?
A blow that doesn't look at your opponent's 'tomorrow'. Break it, or you won't be able to walk, but kick it with no mind.
It's not a strange blow to crush a fracture if you're a regular person, but the giant stays only as a mid back. And it was just as the drift guard read it.
For a moment, Enrokak's right knee with his hips falling and at right angles. The drift guard stood there on his feet, jumping high.
"Wh..."
Thick stunned groan, emanating from thick lips.
This was probably the first time this back-length big man was taken 'up'.
Visiting this world is not shallow, as it was in Farvnar. Not even the anger of someone close to you being compromised, as in Detlev's time.
Continuing to touch the actual battle that risked his life in this other world put him in a situation where he had to respond to whether his own life was in danger or not, which may have 'finally' rocked him.
The hoop came off and popped out.
'- Just like I taught you. Kill me, kill me. "
Poured from overhead into Enrokak's face peeling his eyes at the shadow covering him was his relentlessly slapped right elbow. Impact of beating on hard stuff. The feeling of a broken nose bone. A vivid sound slaps his ear.
That's how I put up my right elbow - with my left hand to the right fist I gripped, and pushed it in relentlessly twisting.
That business instinctively rolled out by the boy. The name is "Bowmetz".
That darkness, which the master old man had planted "for some reason," was never a martial arts skill, etc.
"I, ha, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...!"
At the same time as the beastly scream, the tornado that was swirling in the giant's arms spreads mist. A thick finger holds his face and a red flush overflows through that gap.
It emits a tremendous roar as it folds and twists its giant into a writing. A big leg stepped on a razor stood up the smoke. The dripping red spots create a stain on the earth.
In his chilled emotions, the driftshield peeled his eyes off with clarity.
"You're not going down."
It should be called incredible stubbornness.
But thoughts have already switched. If you don't fall, until you fall - only punch in until you're dead. Only keep killing each other.
drift protection trying to land and move into pursuit,
…………
Before that, I turned my gaze sideways without alarm.
He was wary of Barbados' cross spear, which was standing on the bar, but the magician Maygus had no sign of moving with his vain eyes. I don't even try to use Arsilegna leaves.
Though I'm showing enough gaps to wonder if I should clean this one up first.
"F, ha, haha, hahahahahaha......!
It wouldn't be Enrokaku giving you that kind of time. The drift guard intensifies his vigilance and quietly stares at the giggling giant as he holds his face down.
"Nice... to blow... 'willing to kill'... Finally, you're having fun...!
Michi, and the wet sound. Enrokak grabbed his own nose, which was crooked, and forcefully corrected it. The face of the blood-soaked giant is filled with unparalleled ecstasy.
"... oh. If you like it, I'll punch you in as many shots as I want. You're really strong, don't hesitate anymore. I'll punch you in until you're dead."
Nothing.
Kill before they kill you.
Simple and lucid, the cuisine of the world.
As a single organism, it follows a natural instinct, and the shield quietly looks at the outside enemy.
- In conclusion.
I guess it was unexpected, something that had to be said.
In terms of intent to kill, the man who had protruded to the point of anomaly. The end of this struggle, bewitched by such a presence.