Maybe it's the mad rage.
The instant vision was dim.
"You."
The world has blackened for a moment.
The time has come again.
I almost snapped down the blade in rage as it happened. A wild beast-like scream burst out, and each time, the orc stopped the blade by spreading its extreme defenses from its strength.
It's solid.
It's heavy.
Skills are cumbersome, but strength is also a problem. The muscular structure of man and oak was to run the orbit from its birth.
Look at those powerful muscles wrapped around your gut like macho armor. Orc's muscles were real exhaust. 100% practical muscle that consumes protein from hunting and also swells from hunting!
It's a species of macho, a fortress of muscles!
That was the monster called Orc!
"Macho."
But I'm not an idiot.
It was a violent battle just a few days ago, and I learned something about him. It would be the same for the Orcs. As a result, each other's attacks became even sharper, and one side was already transformed into an extremely deadly one.
The explosively evolving aspect of combat evoked the cruel Suncambrian era.
Opavinia, Halukigenia, Anomalocaris... the early days when the most ruthless warriors, born after the similarities, were violent at the level of all those who fought over the power of the Earth through extreme evolution!
There were no dinosaurs in those days!
"Suncambriaaaah!!!!"
Why did they fight!
I fought to survive!
All they had was the barbaric ancient power flowing in blood! But they struggled for survival and defeat with their physique alone, and evolved!
- Drunkenness!!!
Somehow, those ancient powers seemed to permeate my body beyond time... Oh...! Progenitors! My Progenitors! Ancient power imprinted on DNA!!!!
- Wedge!
I swung the knife again.
The oak also fits in with me. Cut it off, stop it. If the other person slashes, this time I'll stop them. Repeating the process, two men in tuxedos dance to the tune.
Yes - this is the case.
"Dance!"
Leave yourself to the flow.
It looked like a workshop, but not a workshop. It's as comfortable and relaxed as the tones of the last iron jazz. Flowing knives are vigorous, but at the same time soft. Standing at the heart of it, the dance of me and the oak was hot, but it was not so relaxing.
"You son of a... You're good!"
"Humans! You too!"
Somehow, I felt like the oak was talking. Yes, in this premature transcendental dance battlefield, racial and linguistic barriers were merely Berlin barriers that had already fallen.
Me and the Orcs are as hot as East and West Germany are in harmony! And beautifully! I danced with my sword!
Beautiful moves tailored to your tune! And the one with the foamy outfit and the gentleman's manners! Facing each other, choreography! I met a dramatic partner and I asked him for his name.
"What's your name?! I'm Kim Kat!"
"Profit! Profit!"
"What?"
"Yikes! Yikes!
"Speak up, you bitch!!!!!!"
Aaaaaaaah!!! I couldn't hold my anger any longer! The distorted reality surrounding me began to break with rapid collapse. - Charge! The sound of a broken glass window was the sound of a blade crossing!
It was not the SunCambrian era now, nor was it Berlin.
Without jazz, only transcendental, cruel cries and performances have been heard aiming for each other's breath!
"Argh!!!!"
This was a hell of a world!
Meaning I wielded the sword. It is only for survival. If so, isn't killing the other person the only thing that matters?
- Chae Yeon!
A sword that can't kill an enemy is meaningless.
- Chae Yeon!
In my mind, I saw a flame.
The flame of iron, created by the violent impact of the blade and blade, left an intense residue that seemed to burn the cornea. The hand wrapped in a gauntlet was ringing. It seemed as if a finger articulation was shaking in a repetitive shock to the limit.
Claudie is in a fight.
Copson is also fighting.
What is Winia doing without my help?
I became incredibly curious. But I needed to ring the oak in front of my eyes to know. That was the first and last task left on earth, and the only way to heaven!
"Yikes!!!"
The man who threw out my sword roared and wielded his sword. No skill, no finesse, but a huge trajectory painted with the power of trained muscles to the extreme must have the power to crush my sword!
- Familiar sensation.
The situation just before the enemy's blade cut off my life.
"Chief."
- The power that rises from the inside.
From when, when I was halfway out of my mind during the battle and reached the state of the infant, an unknown force soared.
"Sword."
It's a couple of times.
How many times over.
I crossed my limits and saved my life.
Dryer.
Bulbourg.
And Kobolt Guardian.
The same sensation that I felt when I fought with those transcendent stronglifes-a sense of totality that felt instantaneous! Rising Courage! Unlimited inner power and sharper blades!
"Dejaaaaaaah!!!!"
You don't have to avoid it.
- Chae Yeon!
There is no need to stop it.
"Profitability????!!!!"
Just be honest.
I took the Sword of Orc from the front, swung as hard as I could. Like a grinder trying to cut an H-beam, the flames burst into flames.
The blade and blade clasp together, releasing heat.
This force is a force.
What the hell is that?
Suncambria, no. I'm standing here now. Rising Power. Different courage in Almighty. And unbelievable speculation. All of that seeped into my muscles.
"--I 'll let you go."
I stepped out.
I took a step forward.
I don't know why, but the overwhelming power bursts with the strength of the Orc. It crushes the Orc's stance as if the knife were subjected to strong gravity. What is the source of this endless courage?
Is this even a fantasy?
- Hooray! Hooray!!
It wasn't a fantasy.
Orc's screams were the truth.
At some point, I overwhelmed the orc.
He seemed to be embarrassed by my strength, which suddenly became stronger. Now I've surpassed all of my skills and all of my strength.
I thought I was in a fight that I could never lose, so the vast courage that came out to my limit swung through my world.
A world of courage.
"Sword."
It was a legendary world where marshmallows were told to live. The slice of the world that I admired seemed clear to me now.
- Reached out.
"You know."
- 'Macho' seemed to be caught.
At the same time, the Orc's sword is pushed, and my blade begins to dig into his shoulder. I only pressed it with a purely overwhelming force, but that's why the hot blood rose.
"Do you know the sword?" "
"Yikes!!!!"
The Orcs didn't know the sword. I didn't know the sword, I didn't know the language, I didn't know about humans. That's why I'm losing. This world is not all muscles.
"I'll let you know if you don't know."
I grabbed the end of the handle.
Due to the principle of the lever, the blade is embedded a little deeper. The spit of the spilled oak sticks to your molars. They only looked slow.
Finally, I began to feel the sensation of bone at the tip of my sword.
I beheaded him.
It will burn the oak.
"This is it."
- Oblivion! The less power you give, the more blood you get. I added strength again. Push the blade, just pull. As the bones were sliced, white powder soaked in blood blossomed like a fog.
"Sword."
A huge scream exploded.
"Yippee yippee yippee!!!!!!!"
How about losing flowers, losing to bloom again, or losing to life?
Life is born with cheer and joy. But that dying oak's scream was neither cheer nor scream.
Just despair.
And only pain was there.
- Kueung!
The Orc's body has already collapsed with two sinuses to the heart. At the same time, I felt the power that soared disappear without a trace.
"What the hell is this power?"
I just transcended myself.
Dryer, bulbourgeois. And when I fought the Kobolt Guardian, I was able to rise up like this. However, it was the first time today that such a strong fire had burned.
I heard a familiar scream as I was about to fall into contemplation.
"Argh!!!"
I pushed my concerns backwards.
For now, I had to help Copson.
"--Thousand Arms of Limbo."
Habitually, he opened the Thousand Horse Limbo, a non-conservative law of the Thousand Horse Creator, but this time he didn't have much power. Is it because the unknown power has disappeared? Unknown. But it is.
"Bavarian!!!! Help me!!"
"Hang in there!!!"
I still have my muscles.
That's Kim Cat.
- Pa!
He immediately supported the Copson, who was about to search Ilbo. A small oak was cooking Copson, but not skilled enough to win a 2: 1 situation. I put out my sword as I entered the battle.
- Drunk profit!!!
The panicked one bursts into awe.
In an emergency, he changed his target to get rid of me, the new raider. This is the advantage of Dacopper. How dare you sell one eye during battle?
"Copson!"
I shouted.
"Iriaaaab!!!"
The sober Copson knelt down on the oak's abdomen with his gaze on me. - Drunk profit!!!! He twitches and snaps his blade into the branch of the one who misses it. As such, it was over.
"Whoo! You're alive! Thank you, Barbarian!"
"Haa... Haa... yes."
Now there's only one left.
It's just the Captain Orcs Claudie is dealing with!
I looked back at Winia. She was watching the battlefield and was vigilant to block raids by other unknown creatures. That is also important.
- Chae Yeon!
I saw Claudie.
Her height was finer than mine, but the oak was only two metres away. A mass of muscles wielding a long sword made of iron, it literally looked like a general with green skin.
-Yikes!!!
The feathers wiggle. A stung of speed that cannot be followed by the eye. All I saw was a blurred blade that turned into smoke. But Claudie didn't avoid it.
I just lifted the curvature.
- Chae Yeon!
The flames burst. With the strength of his muscles, the long sword was swung at an unbelievable speed, simply lifting its hand and stopping it with just a stretch of the knife. Still, the face of the rotten Orc was more distorted.
The big bent oak jumps back to see if he intends to open the street.
Magnificent angle.
He retreated more than five metres without any help.
- Pa!
Claudie digs that gap. The crossed blade tore the green flesh to shreds. Orcs were only a matter of urgency for defence. Claudie is overwhelmed.
Do you want to help?
No, I'm not.
If I stumbled in clumsily, I felt like I was shattered like a chick in a mixer. I made progress in front of Winia with Copson.
"You're a damn good fighter."
"Huh?"
"Look at that. You're playing with it."
Winia lowered her staff and approached and said, It seemed like the battle was over.
"By the way, nigger. Did I feel wrong?"
"You feel wrong? What are you talking about?"
"Umm... I can't feel anything right now..."
"Murga?"
Winia grabs my face and looks in and smiles.
"It's not dark."
At the same time, the situation ended.
- Yippee yippee!!!!
The captain oak, crucified like a cross, stretched out on his knees. Claudie kicked him in the chest. - Quong. Orcs fall back on their knees.
It's dead.
"Huh, this much? He was a very satisfied opponent... but he was a little short. I think it's okay, though."
Karl approaches us with Claudie's drawn face.
"You took care of the rest? Hoo-hoo. We're playing cats. I can't believe I grabbed Orcs myself."
"Well, yes. In the end, I won... even with a little help from Winia."
"Did you get help? Ah, that's a little too bad. It's okay. That's enough bare. Next time, try to catch him alone... Huh?"
Claudie, whose tension increased, spoke quickly in a tone that seemed to run. As I speak, she looks suspicious as I approach the corpse of the Orc I killed.
"Cat. This corpse. Did you make it this way?"
Claudie pointed to the corpse of an orc that split from shoulder to heart.