Oil flowed from the knife.
Twinkling ideas often bring humanity to a higher level. Einstein did, and Edison did. I may have said more, but I don't know. Because in the first place, there were no scientists who knew each other.
Anyway, it's the Wright brothers.
Brother Wright was a legendary brother who fulfilled humanity's wish to fly in the sky. Legend Brothers.
After an unusual obsession with wings that would fly through the window, the brother created a framework for the concept of an airplane, and practiced that possibility.
They have taken humanity to the next level, even in a physical sense, beyond the tolerant sense.
However.
At the same time, the era of air warfare came to an end. Humanity reaches higher places, but its nature falls into the fall of the abyss as it offends the sky.
The fighters slaughtered a man.
Bombers exploded and many people were killed.
By the bullets and bombs falling from the sky, the children died screaming, and the adults cried out to the gods and oxidized into powder.
The plane was a crime of humanity.
It is death itself that is scattered from the sky and death that is floating. The Wright brothers never intended this, but the groundbreaking idea was to evolve in the direction of killing people well. Dynamite is like a similar kind of thing.
In this way, new technology and ideas were the only way to achieve that value when used in violent ways.
Ah, Edison. Einstein. And, brother Wright and Nobel.
It wasn't just the oil that was pouring down on the body.
At the same time as the tears of joy from the scientists who laid the foundation for scientific progress,
It was also the tears of war victims who died miserably with new technology.
"Roel. Shoot me the Fire Bolt."
In refinement, I said loudly.
"--to the innocent victims of war, to mourn."
The blade consumes a lot of oil and shines brightly. If it touches the fire, it burns as it is. Good. It's been a long time since I've had a firefight. Let's play it hot. My mother was not here to force me to get salt even if I peed in my sleep.
My ideas will be tarnished with devastating violence.
"Go ahead and shoot! Turn on the Fire Bolt!"
"...!"
Loel looks at me, astonished at my cry.
Cerca was avoiding all sorts of dryer attacks. The only thing I knew how to do was run away, but I learned how to use my body, so I had a high evasion rate. The whole body was already bleeding.
"What are you doing! Shoot me, bitch!"
"Profit! I'm going to shoot!"
Shoot me, you asshole.
You don't get shot anyway.
Loel, who got up, enlightened Mana. The burnt airflow generated heat. The flames converge with magical power to form a sphere, and the sphere of fire only grows as the spell is completed.
Then it swelled up to the size of a baseball.
Roel stares at me. At the same time as she stretched out her cane--
- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The fire bolt flew.
"Playball."
It reminds me of baseball. I was a prestigious typewriter as a boy. Well, prestige seemed to work among the neighborhood's friends, and he was the only boy who liked baseball who couldn't do anything in real life.
I liked baseball.
When I painted the ball, I felt better than anything else.
I dreamed of a baseball player watching a flying ball.
However.
I couldn't break my dreams like that, but it was my own limit.
I swung my paw.
I swung and swung again.
But it was too much for me to swing the right ball no matter how fast. The pitchers at the school next door are monsters. And like haunted high-school athletes. To me, playing their ball was a physical flock.
Physical or technological, I couldn't keep up.
So I gave up baseball.
I watched TV, and when the baseball channel came out, I turned her around with a pinch.
So he was beaten by his father.
Baseball was my childhood dream and at the same time my hatred.
Hate.
- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
A ball of fire flew.
Mana, the source of the unfair power.
The fire bolt that burns into the manatee is reminiscent of a baseball. The baseball that frustrated my dreams, that I couldn't defeat.
"But why?"
Now that seems so small.
Beyond being small, I was seen as something I could go beyond.
On the arm, the force entered.
"Let's hit number four."
- Angry!
The baseball is approaching.
I flew into an incredibly slow and unconscious trajectory because the pitcher's skills were improving. I'm Pata.
I grabbed my sword.
Hold position.
Breathe in.
Strengthens the eyes.
Twist your back.
"Now."
- Swing.
A sphere of Hong Kong. It cuts it off. The swordsmanship I learned from Karin was never harsh. It was the darkness itself that contained the essence that would divide human life. Trained shoulders and forearms are loaded with the correct force on an honest blade.
In a space where time seems to have stopped.
- The fireball was split into two.
"I cut it off."
The moment time passed again-- whoops! I heard an explosion. The heat was near, but the fire bolt that had already been cut in half was just a lump of fire. At the same time as the explosion, Mana's power disappeared.
- Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
At the same time, the fire burns again.
"Fire Horse Examiner, Kimkatt."
I enchant my sword with fire attributes.
The burning fire that devoured the oil literally became a fire and devoured my sword. The blade burns with a primitive flame, as if it had received Elise's buff. Yes. Sprinkling oil was for this.
"Descent."
I was the one who surpassed me as a boy. I looked at the paddle-dryer for Serka's larynx. She also looked at me. - It was a frightened snowflake. I fear fire like a plant.
One step.
Two steps.
Finally, three steps.
I ran explosively and jumped at the dryer. The burning blade draws a clear trajectory into the air and leaves a remnant. This was such a symbolic attack that it suggested that science had led mankind to victory at the same time as confronting the victims of war.
- Shaaaaah!!!
A frightened dryer avoided my attack.
"Weak."
The bushes grew where she fled. My flame sword burns those vegetables mercilessly. Dryer was alarmed again and did not know what to do. "Come on." I swing the knife again, provoking her. The petals burned and the cut grass burned in the air.
Do you know the horror of wildfires?
The power of the fire horse to take everything and swallow it is now in my sword.
- Shaah, Shaah!
Dryer rushes to me to see if I can't see him anymore. A vicious attack to avenge the people. But the plants could never beat the flames. Even if the knife was drawn down obliquely, she could not attack and avoided the body.
"Come on, honorable botanical warrior. Stand before me on behalf of your people."
Extremely divine, I chew and spit out all sorts of bullshit, and I'm screened with a stabler. At this moment I was incredibly serious. My victory is confirmed. Then shouldn't we take it seriously?
I felt so confident and self-esteem that I couldn't dry up.
- Shah!
"Slow."
She shoots at me with the vine that produced the vine on the floor.
Burns the vine. The cut vine burns as it is. Simultaneously apply centrifugal force to dry. Unlike before, additional firepower damage started to enter, so she couldn't reach the Mac and swung into my face.
- Shah, Shah! Shaaaah!
Her body begins to melt, which squanders my attack. Now is the chance. The twisted step strikes her with a continuous flame. The blade of fire sweeps the trajectory, burning the flowers and chopping the air. Dryer's scream exploded.
I always thought, but the monster's screams were as good as the last jazz.
"That's gross."
I attacked her with such a hindsight.
It was then.
"Anet!"
After all, the plants that covered her body trembled, revealing her huge breasts. The two big tits were freed and began to shake. Surprisingly, it was the mystery of nature that had teats on the subject of plants.
I couldn't help but be frightened when I saw the sight.
"Hey, you insect! You're using a handover in combat! You have no pride as a warrior, do you?"
I was unbearably furious.
It was unbelievable. This was certainly an honourable duel. The warriors and warriors risked their lives against each other, and the losers fell and became fertilizers, and the winners became honorable and holy.
But she suddenly tried to darken my eyes by using a handout. In a vile way, he really waves his big heart like a man's weakness.
This was a brother-in-law who looked at me in complete ridicule.
My reputation as a warrior is just a dumpster.
The treatment I'm getting right now was just human garbage blinded by sexual desire.
- Shah, Shah...
Dryer is in position. Following her trembling, the heavy breasts sag down by gravity. It was like hypnotizing to me. It was unpleasant. You're not just handing over, you're walking to hypnotic attacks.
"This bastard is still out of his mind!!!"
An incredible amount of anger burst out.
I'm gonna rip out that motherfucking nightmare breast.
I was a breast abuser.
"This evening is dry breasted steak!"
I couldn't brag about her blaspheming the warrior.
Are you trying to seduce the other person by revealing your breasts in a desperate slaughter with raw and saga? Clearly, I was a dryer who looked like a beautiful fairy, with my life at stake, but I didn't lose my lust.
Claudie is a hundred times prettier than most.
I feel like I've lost my heart.
"Iriaaaab!!!"
Half lost my mind, I blindly rushed towards the dryer.
I knew her attack would not work with the defensive power of an already proven armor. The black is still burning, but the next few seconds are too late. I had to fight now.
- Yikes!
I put out my sword with my strength and true swordsmanship.
Already half-baked, the Dryer was significantly reduced in combat strength and agility. He continued to advance, curling his arms and turning his wrists to cast a continuous slash. Painful in the fire, she frowned at the tip of her fingernails, barely throwing it out, or turning her body hard to avoid.
- Shaaak!
And finally, the validity batter came in.
My blade crushed her nails completely, ripped her hands open and dug in. I expected blood to splash, but no blood came out. What is it? What is it made of? Feeling uncertain, she pushed her legs and twisted the tip of the knife and stabbed her in the chest.
Phew. The fire went out when the blade was stuck in the body. At the same time, Dryer's knee also collapsed. After pulling the knife, I lifted my hand high and lowered the knife with power.
- Spam!
Dryder became a leader. The bare taste was not deep... as if the interior were empty. When questioned, the answer came out. The two split dryers were blown by the wind and turned into a leaf.
- Whirlick.
About half of the leaves fell to the ground quietly, and only the rest were swept away in the air by Haram. That was the last of the dryers.
Surprisingly, there was no loot.
"No, fuck you. Does this make any sense?"