At the same time, [Guardian] Urban was also crying bitterly.
As the chief warrior of the Tora (Gora) tribe, he continued to slaughter most of his enemies with his mighty armament. It would have been hundreds of years if it hadn't been for the same [Guardian] who was injured in the face of his hand.
The pain of tearing the flesh burned my nerves.
I just shook my head hungry for air, and blood splashed like a waterfall.
The blessed skin, which should be hard as iron, is slashed, and lethal blood continues to drift through it without being able to keep up with the repair.
I won't let you die.
I was no longer concerned about my own life or death.
I just stick my broken leg with that thought. While shaking his sight, he stood up to [death] itself. Your throat makes an unusual noise like an old wipe in your shaky breathing.
(I won't let you die)
The enemy who stared at him was stronger than I'd ever seen before.
Even the Old World was an Urban who did not know anything that had a larger body than himself, but met in the depths of a deep, cloudy forest like milk, which was so overwhelming that my eyes doubted it.
It was as if I looked up at the great armor warriors who stretched out their necks so much that they felt painful when I was a little armor. The enemy, who must be thirty yul tall, is too big, and halfway through the fog.
There was no time to relax.
From the fog, a boulder-like kabushi jumped out with explosive pressure, and struck Urban's armor like a golden centipede. The sturdy outer shell that the claws asked for last was lightly broken to reveal the hidden seams, and the muddy tissue inside was exposed. Without being able to absorb the impact with his legs, Urban's mass was pressed against the ground for a moment and then bounced.
(Is this the king solid of the [new species]?)
New species.
Recently, the Iron Guard of the Great Hogman (Aug) Clan collapsed, and the quarters of the layout were invaded by crawling objects.
Having gained the flesh and blood from the wasteland, they rushed to their first massacre while raising their voice to prove their lives.
There is an exceptional untouched period for new species that are freshly born. A moratorium given by the gods of creation to protect the helpless baby...... Until a clear form of life is decided, the vague and ambiguous are themselves close to immortality. Even the mighty Porcupine Clan could not destroy the invaded new species, but rather many were hunted and devoured by the flesh.
The pig king, the hero (Bibi), misjudged Bugal. As soon as the new species invaded the land, they should have dismantled and retreated. For the first time, the invisible try to learn how to live from the world they see. The Pigs, who tried to fight in vain, gave their opponents the biological superiority they had developed, their knowledge, and a large amount of flesh to feed them.
Exactly a nightmare.
The Porcupine people spent several generations supercharging the ancestral Porcupine (Shaga) people with the "dominant magic", a race magic they created, and drove them out of the land. Every time I could find a figure, I endured the days of despair that were hunted like pests, and over the centuries, I evolved as something bigger and stronger.
The centuries-old evolution endured by rinsing the mud was imitated by their own foolishness, and the seed super chime advanced quickly in a few moments. The Porcupine Clan created [natural enemies] with their own hands.
The born ones stole the approximate shape from the Pigs. It's just that the big mouth to swallow the baiting pigs is unique. The large mouth that chewed the pigs with the force of their terrifying jaws was characterized by the necessity of the hunting side. The new species, which had gained a giant that could not be beaten by the pigs with its special mouth and violence, unfortunately demonstrated the superiority gained, and again ravaged the eastern part of the pig country.
The Foss clan, who were natives, were driven from their habitual lands.
(You no longer qualify as a [Guardian].)
Urban mocked himself, spitting a bubble of blood.
The horns of the various races in this world are the work of the Creator God. Unless he was a relative, it was unlikely that the [Guardian] himself would be involved in it, but he did not hesitate to cross the line of taboos.
It began with the whimsical rescue of the poor piglets who fled from the hatred of the Boarmen and crawled around the dung bank. His soul, tired of living a thousand years, must have been imprisoned at that time. After losing a long time, he needed something close to his heart.
My sons and daughters.
It was not praised, but there were many [Guardians] who did similar things.
The dope of the Hundred Fangs (Mogari) was attached to the lizards (Ragart) who photographed his figure, and the lake marsh area was designated as the house of the end. Vahari, an old warrior of the Big Dog (Rogue) clung to the rocky mountains of the north, as the puppies nostalgic for him.
'The Guardian' is just one very weak creature. There are not many things that are supernatural even if they are the last of their kind. And Urban was entangled in the mercy which he had once bestowed upon him, and was obsessed with the pigs as a curse.
He was no longer equal to my son.
After the massive collapse of the heavens, the Mei begins… The [Guardians] who have survived from the old world have memories of the end of the world without exception. When the gods descend on the lost land of the roof, they are often targeted and devoured by the great tribes that have inadvertently approached it... Like a flock of well-ripened fruit, they target a fat race with good flesh and soul.
The Foss tribe that has just begun... The Foss tribe of the vagabonds is too weak to defend the land and too close to the shore of the Milky Sea (Kushira) in the foggy sea.
(Live)
He ran with a hunch when the great roof of the human race fell.
At this rate, the Vildlings will be found by the gods.
I thought I'd have to gather the scattered clans and the [Guardian]... and scratch the pillars. We have to build a strong roof that will cover and hide the veils. I no longer had time to hunt the sub-clans around here. Just being scattered would give the original Foss clan the privilege of not taking back a large number of forces, and if the people and the land gods were united, they would have the privilege of not taking away a large part of the land.
We need to hurry to gather the retarded Phoenix.
(Son of a bitch!)
Totally choked with force.
There was something wrong with this new species of king. From the moment they bumped into each other until now, the combined blows continued to weigh horribly. The huge body that mimics the Porcupine Clan...... until a few hours ago, the body was so large that it had to be looked up and down.
It was a privilege of the King's divinity.
Urban gazes at the lumps of meat that emerge for a short time from the coldness of the flowing fog. The ugly black meat that swelled up from the blubber could not create an internal skeleton that could withstand the load, and it lost the proportioning of the upper, lower, left and right sides.
It may have already exceeded the physical limit supported by the internal structure of the bone. Just as the instincts of the struggle were coming, the arm just grew bigger and shot down the fist. The cloudy bottom of the fog is scratched by its movements.
An intense blow is a monotonous word, but a fading Urban can't avoid it.
Due to the angle of impact on the armor, the dying Urban was bounced off each body. Maybe they're not fighting anymore, they're just playing. He was kicked, beaten, and pushed back hundreds of yul.
At this time, "retreat" grew unexpectedly large. The slopes stretched over the Baren cedar. Even if you scratch your feet, it doesn't stop, and slippery slips like scraping grass.
Urban thought vaguely in his cloudy consciousness.
The king's body appeared secretly as he scratched the giant tip of Balen's cedar as he chased after him. Fifty yurts is not big enough to surpass the height of a certain Baren cedar tree, but it has grown tremendously large.
Can he stop the pitch-black carb that is raining down its folded leaves as it is raining down its thick branches?
(Is the fog... clear?)
Suddenly noticed, Urban's cloudy eyes quickly looked over.
The ancient road connecting the depths of the forest since ancient times...... Pushing through that path, he who was supposed to aim for the main land of the Porcupine Clan was forced to retreat so that he was stopped by the king himself. If I thought it right, I would have gone back to the entrance.
Then this is the new land of Foss... the land at the northern end that was taken from the Sparrow (Ispani) tribe. Urban's thoughts were confused because of stories from his friends who were thrown at him one after another.
(* * *)
(Kuhaha, nice outfit)
(Punishment, pounding)
Even though it is a serious injury, there are few voices to worry about.
Well, it seems that the [Guardian] who survived the millennium won't easily collapse. Indeed, if only I were given the necessary amount of time, my God would quickly heal me from this degree of injury.
In the dark years before the outside gods ravaged the surface, the [Guardians] wandered around the boundaries of life and death to the point where they wanted to shout that they would rather die. I couldn't even resist a higher-order opponent that was too different. After I realized the waste of facing the teeth, I continued to run away exposing the unknown.
I felt the pressure from overhead and looked up. I remembered a number of unpleasant scenes in the sight of my eyes.
A group of foreign gods. < While I was shocked that the meeting had already begun, I also realized that the sky spreading over my head was clearer than I thought.
(The roof... is high)
When he jumped into the ancient road to the land, there was only a very low roof that the white light that blurred out of this land ruled by the children.
It opens like a lie.
I felt a sign and looked back.
A strong spirit rises in the center of the land, by a fountain with a tomb.
Urban looked at Kai.