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[Wave 22] Power of Adventure

“That certainly bothers me. ”

I was going to touch my spine so I wouldn't have to pretend to be cute again.

What do you mean, "God"?

I felt it when I fought with my best friend Neubius, but once I have the "God" sign, I can't look at it as I see it.

Not enough to win.

This is a fight without a Lost and Resurrected War, so you must be able to conquer it with confidence.

The place is not good.

Imagine fighting Ranubel and blowing up the planet when you have to prepare for MolanSoft.

The Fantasy Dimension may be fine, but this place will be a mess.

“Tell me the warrior's schedule or plan this time. I will not spare all my heart for my sweet granddaughters. ”

“How strong are you? ”

How powerful is this Elf King to help me?

Elveheim grins.

“The influence of my grandchildren on the festival planet is absolute. I've always been diplomatic and political in a weak position. They were so weak that no one was born to call them heroes. But Selenis and Selvinus are different. They gave their people pride, and they had a power that was absolutely insufficient for us. ”

“The tribe is long. ”

“Haha! I told you at first. My grandchildren's influence on the festival planet is absolute. Literally. Even the strongest dragons were on their knees. When the Manslaughterhouse was about to begin the genocide, his grandchildren were promised full cooperation and support by helping them. It's still early, but the far-flung descendants will be flying around on dragons born around the same time. ”

“Indeed...”

I didn't mean to, but I found out why the Manslaughterhouse was being hunted by my daughters.

I told you history goes round and round.

Thanks to Erdanti, the King of Sexuality, Neubius' best friend, who gains peace of mind, did not commit genocide.

But the unmarried festival's youthful brainbius repeats the same path.

Hmm. Married science?

I was clear that Elveheim had tremendous influence on the festival planet.

“Warrior, I'll tell you something I've never told you before. How can I help you? ”

What a wonderful thing to say!

The righteous MAX class warrior smiled and replied with the best smile.

“It's too late. ”

“Ah…”

“That's enough for now. ”

I'm good enough just to have my two daughters grow up healthy.

*

Few of the warrior's comrades have spoken abusively to me.

But no one cursed the world to perish like Ranubel.

It's doubtful how such a creature became a god, but it was a fairly acceptable story if she was the 'God of Adventure’ like Elveheim said.

A fantasy world where the variable "Adventure" disappeared in the supply of Moranfon 2.

It would have been unacceptable from the point of view of the pretending to be cute.

Like those angels.

“Damn chicken heads. It was a lie not to have an army. ”

I quietly said good-bye to Elveheim, and raised myself back to heaven.

And then what?

A number of fully armed angels came forward.

Knowing that I had visited one of the cities, I was presumed to have gathered an elite group of Buryans.

The stats were substantial, and there was an angel man on the front who was born with a 'second curse’, like the Socians.

Race: Second Angel

⁄ Level: 999 +

Job: God-king (Faith Domination )

Skill: Divine GGGGG Giveaway GGG

Energy ZZZ Faith Z Charm Z...

Status: Alert, Anger

The stats were poor. However, one divine figure was formidable enough to break through.

And even though I'm too handsome to admit it, the angel in front of me is handsome as the second.

Skill ‘Liberation’ has reached the realm of God. It seems to have a profound effect on his appearance.

“You think Parmael's son is a woman... I see. ”

There were other angels beside him.

The Demon Lord Fedonado was only a beloved woman and her firstborn son, Socia.

Since then, I have borne many "Demon Prince" and "Demon Princess."

I've killed them all and I know it.

“I am Bananael, the firstborn of Parmael. ”

“I am Umuel, the second son of Parmael. ”

“I am Potato El, the third of Parmael's descendants. ”

It's probably because of their feelings that their appetite is drawn as soon as they hear about themselves.

The second cursed son, Bananael, was the strongest with his stats, and his daughter, Uriel, had such a frightening heart, and the third potato, he lacked a lot from his looks to his face.

Even though the angels who are thought to be descendants of Parmael were overwhelmed with silence, it seemed that there were three practical leaders.

I have business to attend to.

“Where is the Lanuberg you claim to be gods? ”

A preacher of the truth.

While it is inevitable that the planet will be destroyed if we unravel and fight amongst ourselves, it is much better than when the warrior festival begins.

Even if it's a little dangerous.

You must judge with a lanubel, not with a vagina.

“Foolish traitor pointing his sword at the gracious one! Have you forgotten that by his devotion and love, you were able to become a strong warrior? ”

“My dear Lord, we would have been inferior to our livestock had He not exalted the possibilities of men and groomed them. Be aware of the subject and step back. ”

“Brother, do not provoke God. It's not too late to reflect now. Destroy a unique monk called Moranfon and join his adventure. It's the only way to be forgiven. ”

... I never listened to that kind of hocus-pocus before.

I think it's time for me to retire and suck my wife's spine.

“So Lanubel is here. ”

Tak.

I bounced my fingers.

I silently listened to their mischievous stories to see if there was a label.

I didn't expect to confess so easily without hesitation, but I also have the information I need. I need you to leave.

Darkness

The gloomy dark matter shifts the army of angels and crushes them in space, leaving nothing behind.

However,

“The power of love is strengthened through Yin Yang's logic! ”

Adventure

The pink light shot from the angels' bodies behind Bananael pierces him like a straw.

“Bananael! ”

“Cheer up, Bananael! ”

“You must win! ”

“Bananael! Be careful!"

“Never lose! ”

A strength not represented by fantasy stats was transferred from them to bananael.

Flammable!

You can tell by the visible swelling of his sword and muscles.

Next to him, the Uriel declared:

“The power of friendship to become stronger in Judaism. ”

Adventure

She wasn't that different either.

As Parmael's daughter, of course, her heart looks twice as big, so she sticks a nasty white straw into her followers.

“To Uelle! ”

“My power to Umuel! ”

“Only you can have me. ”

“This slave exerts his power. ”

“Master Uelle! Hooray!"

Unlike bananael, she has a mixture of men and women.

The second curse, Uriel's overwhelmingly weak fighting strength, caught up with him in every way.

I also checked on Potatoes.

Adventure

“The power of hope that grows with a heart that does not give up...”

... I don't know what I'm doing.

He spreads his arms and legs wide and quietly floats in the air in an X-shape.

But one thing's for sure.

As Elveheim guessed, Ranubel was a ‘God of Adventure’.

Bananael, yuel, potatoes.

It is proof that the three angels, who are hungry even after hearing the name, are holding on like that without being crushed by my personality, "darkness."

“You had your beliefs, didn't you? ”

But it's trivial.

Human

[Spinal cord]

The personality you inherited from your father-in-law is very weak because it is wasted on the preservation of the Fantasy World.

However, these personalities that I have earned are different.

Pot!

I leapt fearlessly towards the most prominent bananael.

“No way! Love it! ”

However, like the second angel, bananael's reaction rate was very fast.

Boom!

A familiar sword was summoned into his hands, calling out, "Love Gage."

“The Sword 1.”

The one in the fantasy dimension is a goat copy, and this is the real one.

I confronted him too.

[Spine]

I summoned a righteous sword formed by my personality.

Kang! Kang-!

We exchanged workshops dozens of times in a moment.

However, there was no sign of a broken bananael's spine.

Because...

“Tsk?! ”

“Back…! ”

“Oh, it hurts! ”

“Ugh?! ”

I was distributing the damage to the support group behind me.

If this damage accumulates, it is fine, but my personality dispersed among many angels has been swallowed up by divinity and natural healing.

And the Sword 1.

My father-in-law hated it.

“Dirty Auto Combat! ”

“Yasiriel! The Demon King is looking at you! Get back! Lumiel! Not there, to the right! Shuel, don't just stand there. Clear the street! ”

Bananael leaves the battle to Swordsman 1, and he manages the cheerleading squad with a pink straw.

They were unable to target the defenseless supply group.

I wish I could press with skill the automatic combat of Swordsmanship 1. Unlike a fake, my sword skills are incredible.

But we'll be able to get through...

“Bluuuuu!"

“Silllllll ~! ”

“Chaoooo!"

“Gollll!”

“Greeee ~! ”

The dragons raised by the angels, like the brainbius of old, took my breath in unison.

I saw who it was, and I saw milk and followers riding on the dragons' bodies.

Plain.

Dedicated Neubius may be intimidating enough, but a pet of such an angel is just a lizard no matter how many.

I'll take care of it in one shot.

Human

I'm not as free as Bananael for his melee battle with Swordsman 1, but I still have my left hand.

Pangya-!

As the breath of the dragons collapsed, a radial shockwave swept through the milk and its followers.

“Love Aid -!"

In the field of destruction, the voice of the mill resounded.

Gaaaah!

And my shock wave split like a bell.

“Sword 2...”

A sword that boosts skills.

I don't doubt the effect as much as I used to.

But it must have worked something I didn't know about.

“Foolish Demon King, drunk from strength. Sword Love Aid enhances and shares skills. That means no matter what you do, you can't outrun our friendship. ”

“Slaves.”

The followers of Umuel, who were discussing friendship, were not intimate relationships like friends or colleagues.

Dragons filled with high bells are commonly treated as hounds and pets.

Fuck friendship!

Of course, I won't deny that the milk method is efficient.

“You lose! ”

“Victory is ours! ”

Bananael and milk began to boast.

Ridiculous.

Talking about strength and justice on the subject of underhanded collaborators?

I will show you the true justice that cannot be defeated by such a horde of evil.

Human

Darkness

Backlight

... and amplify the love of your cowardly wife a little.

If I possess it, I reject both identities, but if I borrow it like this, the synergy will be terrifying.

As a bonus,

“Let me show you our friendship. ”

“Meow! ”

A lot of numbers doesn't make friendship stronger.

The sullen palm of Captain Fantasy slapped dozens of dragons at once and rendered them incapacitated.

The angels on it are Dum.

“Reeeee ~? ”

“Ugh!?! ”

“Whiiiii ~?! ”

“Huff-!"

As soon as the captain fantasy swirled around like the wings of a fan, everything was swept away.

No, it's on fire.

The wings of a giant flame evaporated, leaving no trace of anything touching them like the Sun's Crimson Flame.

Here's where I finish!

I kicked the hot groin of the dangling bananael and hit the soft chest of the milk.

“Huff!”

“Tsk?! ”

To Captain Fantasy!

I found Potatoes, the third one who didn't participate in the battle until the end.

And I opened my eyes.

“What the hell is that...? ”

How did I miss so much power?

I realized later that bananael and uel were bait.

You hear the voice of potatoes full of spleen.

“All friends in the universe. Lend me some strength. Be the fire of hope...”

“You can't borrow! ”

Ugly Chicken Head. Prepare to search!

As I made my move to stop it, Potatoes moved.

“Here I go! Lovenarok! ”

Kuku Gu -

The stature of the man who plundered the power of the hijacker fell on me in hope.

At that time, Captain Fantasy...

“Pussy? Pussy! ”

The situation was closed with a cute cry.