-Tudada!
Running monsters were similar to reptiles who built a pack named Desert Runner and jumped insanely.
What it looks like is a dinosaur, but if you think about the feathers and beaks, it looks like an algae, but it feels completely different from the like-looking monster, Cockatrice, and I think that's the difference between an algae and a reptile.
Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Anyway, the ostrich teenagers that came out of this nightmare were running towards us. The speed seemed as fast as that of a short-range athlete. That's why I wanted to name it Runner.
The number of them seen between the dust was approximately fifteen.
The height of each individual was approximately 100-140 cm. It didn't matter because it was a smaller monster than me. I remember catching it a few times and the meat was delicious. Those with swords are not that difficult to deal with.
"Hey, Serka. Monsters showed up. Don't get too close. Get rid of those bastards first."
"..."
However, as soon as the monsters appeared, everyone was ready for battle. Serca holds a legitimate position and Roel also aims at the staff. Cursto with Mace was also in combat.
"Versus, contrary, contrary..."
"... it's annoying, but I have to roast it all."
I wanted to put some medicine on the back of my kids in the fucked up yard anyway, but I decided to quit because it was a little hard to deal with a dozen monsters on my own.
"Knock, knock, knock. Mundo! IM Kim Gaddo!"
- Paaaaaaaaah!
"What is this!"
It was actually gura.
"Hoo, did you stop him?"
He kicks Serka while pretending to go backwards. Surprised, she stirs up a pinch and stops my attack. However, the reaction rate seemed to be improving, as the color was mutuga.
"Then stop this too!"
"Oh, stop! Monster now...!"
- Pa!
"That crazy son of a bitch!"
"Katnisim...! Katnisim..! Please, stop doing it, please..!"
- Differential pressure!
I cut off Roel and Custo's mourning with a gasp. A monster running in the back, and Kim Kat in the front. Serca was completely out of control.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
She exclaims with a bluishly bored face, blocking my kick.
Did you really think that monsters would show up and not fight?
Still, there was a monster, but you didn't think this would happen?
I looked shallow.
I looked at the world in ridicule.
You've been so shallow, you've seen me.
I was the one who stabbed him, Kim Kat.
"Profit!"
Serca, who constantly stopped my kick, pulls herself back to the back step, fixes her posture, bursts into old age, and rushes to me. A tight fist seemed to emit a glow, whether it was due to a complete loss of reason in the previous workshop.
"Look behind you, asshole."
- Queaaaaaah!!
Dessert runners, however, were not playing.
"Huff!"
When we were filming the endless drama, they came running towards us more sincerely than anyone else. The Desert Runner, who is finally running, pokes his trunk against Serca's back. After bouncing off, she was literally dumped on the floor.
"Serka! You crazy bitch! This is insane!"
Loël, who was perplexed, quickly cast his spell.
- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
A small fire burns on the head of her staff.
Is it a Fire Bolt? But Winia's speed was terrible compared to that. I should have prepared and resigned, but I missed the time to watch the instant match between me and Serca.
"Argh!"
And the wizard who misses the timing will be exposed to attack. Confronted with a running Desert Runner, she rolls to the ground screaming like a balloon bursting like a serka.
"Three, Serca... Lo, Roel..."
Cursto's face was also dull.
He swung the mace hard. However, the attack was not violent at all. An attack as weak as a weak impression could not defeat the monster. Dessert Eagle, who was beaten with Mace, was rather angry and knocked Custo. I also fell behind.
"Argh!!"
"Argh!!"
"You son of a bitch! You bastard!"
Then he opened his eyes.
The cocksuck spills the screams of the trio. Serca suffered from getting hit by the flanks without being able to catch the time to wake up, and Loel, who had missed a staff, was being chopped down like a dog that bit a half-breed on the day after tomorrow.
"Darkness!"
When I arrived at Custo, I was rolling flocks according to the runners' footsteps, as if I had been a human gecko.
"Argh!!!"
It is.
Unlike the three bitches who avoided Desert Runners with hands-on training, they were just rolling the floor and kicking monsters like crazy.
"Hahaha, hahahahaha!!!"
In the middle of that hell I burst into laughter.
"Let's go to the bell! Let's go to Myeongdong!"
Now it's a promotion war and it doesn't matter.
I laughed. I laughed and sang again, dancing, avoiding the running Desert Runners. Then it was a lower monster. They're not even capable of piercing my armor. They'll become fresh processed food in a single knife.
Surrounded by opponents weaker than me, I was not afraid of this situation at all.
"Crazy bastard! Stop fighting these monsters! Argh!"
"Car... Katnisim...! I mean, please help me... yoo...!"
"Khh, darkness! Hey, you have to get up...!"
I was just begging for them.
"What's wrong with a beggar's attitude!"
- Tsk!
"--I do not forgive!"
At least the basic Cerca got up on the floor. Upon waking up, she immediately fed a punch to Desert Runner, who was banging herself. That intense strike combined with the knuckle struck the long neck.
- Purebuck!
Punch didn't end once. A very robbing and rapid move led to three successions. Washed or punched in the thighs in an instant, Desert Eagle collapsed as if his cervical bones were contrary.
"Not as much as you!"
Serca, who finished one, tried to run to me.
-Tudadat!
"Argh!"
But it has already become the realm of decent runners.
Those who saw their people die were indignant, and it was up to Serka. While she was running, she switched trajectories, blowing punches and kicks, but there was a physical limit to dealing with multiple monsters with knuckles.
Okay. Let's get started, too.
- Phew. Now I've pulled the knife and I'm in the right position.
Let's get rid of the monsters.
If you get hit by something wrong, you're in trouble.
"--KKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEKK!!!!!!!!!!"
Inhaling, I shout the battle to the Desert Runners.
- Queek?
Then they stared at me in astonishment. What the hell is that? 'There was such a gaze for a moment, and the gaze soon turned to anger. Three men wandering around rushed to me.
"Come on, you bastards."
- Queuec!
The first one with the big agary open ran to me. I stepped on the side steps, avoiding a simple crumple and slit his throat with a knife to the side.
- Shh.
A neat slash shook his head, shaking his cervical bones.
Next, take two steps forward and draw the knife down obliquely. It was really sad to have a long neck. There is too much scope for exposure to attack. The second slash dropped another headache, and as soon as I lowered the pose, I gained momentum and stabbed like a cannon that was shot out.
- Bummer!
- Quake, quake...!
The third Desert Runner, which pierced his chest, also collapsed in vain.
You fucking bastards. You guys are awake and you can't beat me.
"These cocksucking monsters are nothing but flies."
I looked around the intestines. Loel, who fell down like a dog, opened his eyes and looked at me, and Serca looked at me as surprised as she grabbed Runner's branch.
What? I slaughtered three marinas in an instant.
You wouldn't even dream about it with the skills of those kids.
"Save me?"
I told them that.
"... that, yes! Quickly!"
In response to my question, Roel shouts for pride and what he threw away. Shrugged, I called Cerca. Isn't there a complicated administrative procedure to go through before saving people?
"Hey, Serka."
"... what's going on?"
- Bummer!
She replied after feeding a kneecap to Desert Runner's chest.
"If I want to save Roel, so be it. [I, Serka's mother, am a dirty whore who sells cheaply in the back alley. Discounts are also often very popular. And stamps. I love her so much.] Now, if you do the same, I'll save your friend."
I rob Agari of Cerca, killing her. She shouted after being shocked by that blatant message.
"What the fuck are you talking about! My mother is not a prostitute!"
"Yes? Then I'll go there and rest. Santa's grandfather doesn't help liars or naughty bastards."
I can't and I can't help it.
If you don't go through the process, you can't do any public work.
- Queer...
Dessert runners who saw my goons were far from me. They acted as if they had decided to target only those who were excluded from me. Roel's screams burst again. The beak of Desert Runners is plunged into her forearm with the guard up.
"Argh! Serka! Please!"
"Gi, wait, I'll save you!"
"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
Ah, there was Custo.
He was already in a state where the white law suit became bloody.
"You look fucking sick, motherfucker."
After turning around without any foolishness, I immediately climbed onto the nearby rock and sat down on the gurter.
Despite this, the number of Desert Runners has already fallen below ten. Even if it's a little difficult, Cerca will take care of it somehow. Of course, it will do a lot of damage. By the way, winning won't be a normal affair.
Then they'll be completely slutty and no longer close to me.
I am tired and injured, and I can never be beaten.
You will then be able to go on a pleasant confetto gathering trip with mild lambs. It's no use whining about going back. If you could teach me how to punch a completely exhausted Serka, wouldn't everyone be frightened and listen to me?
Of course, Roel never touches me. It's a wizard, and so is Custo. Even though the Church does not know what it is or what it is, the young priest of Zidal came and will not stand still.
So naturally, Cerca is my target.
Even I began to be afraid of my meticulousness.
- Puebuck!
Sitting on the rocks, I watched this desperate situation quietly.
It was a simple battle that would have flown moderately, even if I hadn't just kicked Serka in the first place. Once you shoot magic from a distance, Serka defeats the incoming opponents. And if Custo catches Cerca missing for a while, Roel will take care of it again.
It would have flowed that way.
But look, the Desert Runners have been running like hell since I started working with my inverted trolley.
Destroying a team is not the strength of an enemy, but the evil of a team member. Even though Sercagua Roel was not hostile to me, the party never exploded. Sin required proper reparation.
I will be a just Circuit Judge today.
"Argh!"
Serca kicked and punched hard, but she noticed she was already exhausted. The force on the punch became increasingly clear. She no longer deals with a number of Desert Runners, and rainy runners knock on Roel and Custo. A scream exploded.
I shouted in frustration.
"Hey, asshole! Hit me harder! Are those bastards gonna die?! Mutu is the only one?! You're fucking your friends!"
"Doc, hit me!"
"Argh!!! Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!"
"Gi... take care of it! Roel! Bar, I will save you! Huff!"
"This is a hell of a tool."
In the end, Roel started to cry and tell Serca to do as I asked.
It was a moment when their friendship was broken when they didn't know what it was. Who wants to play duo with a friend before he gets promoted? In the first place, it was wrong to have a promotion war with a friend. I only pay for it.
That's the result.
The destruction of friendship, of course, and the plank exploded.
It was followed by a scream of trio suffering.