"Hey, let's have fun together. Isn't that something you don't know? If I like it, I can save it. Well, even if I'm not satisfied, it'll be a good memory for you."
I immediately stood up with my sword drawn, intuiting that this moment was the only last chance against death. - No side-effects, no afternoons - If you don't kill me here, I'll die!
"Let me use my body as I please-"
"- Fuck you."
A surprise swordsmanship.
Extreme Strike that draws strength from the whole body. Head Slash Act One non-feast head slash. An unrealistic flame emanates from the entrance of the knife house, simultaneously bursting the muscles of the whole Mana and Trim.
-Patch job!!!
"Monster."
The blasted blade aims for the essence of Alaune and shoots out. The sound of steel tearing the atmosphere was the same as the screams of photons, and the explosion did not exist in reality. - I'll split it up in one go.
- Bummer!
"Hmm."
However, my ambush was intercepted by a vine that rose faster than my speed. - Push... I couldn't even cut the vine completely, even though it was the final blow to the limit.
Smoke rises between the edges of the half-stuffed blade.
I failed...
"Strange. My body was going to reach out to men with great charm... but I was confident in my body... Is that how you like it? It's a terrible thing."
"No."
Alane, who defended me with all my might, looked extremely questionable and looked at my face with a relaxed look.
Whether the monster is beautiful or pretty. It doesn't matter what color it is or what color it is.
Alane is just a Mine.
He takes the shape of a human being and is deeper into the subject of talking like a human being than a moose.
It is death and salvation that has been granted to such beings. And only purification. I'm every cloth. Thousands of horses never acknowledge such existence.
And at the same time, it's a thousand.
I am.
Taipei.
"I'm Giant Gimcott."
A creature that kills a giant, a hemisphere.
Am I drunk of such a mind?
Ha. That's not funny.
There is no such joke.
"I just don't want you to be a monster bitch, you son of a bitch. What the hell does Amsterdam know about people's lives? You didn't learn anything about the value of life from your mother, bitch?"
I scoffed at him while giving him the strength to pull out a blade stuck in a vine.
This is all a matter of home education. I guess this bitch is a cancer surgeon, and the rest of us who don't have proper home education, it's like this.
"You talk too hard, don't you?"
"So you're gonna tell a bitch like you pretty?"
"Cook-Cook. Yeah, it's a natural reaction."
Alane looked at my swearing as if he had just come to death. I wasn't angry, I was rather happy. I just feel like I'm enjoying the reaction of a dying man now.
In fact, it's true.
My actions are just a gesture.
However, it doesn't mean you die without even getting a grip.
I can't admit it.
I wanted to feed even if I searched when I searched. I'm sorry, Claudie. Winia. And Karin. I'm sorry about Risha. I'm sorry about Elise. I search here.
"You humans are just nourishment to me. Aren't the races different in the first place? Hoo-hoo... It's designed like that, it's just the law of medicine. Rather, thank you for giving me a chance to talk and think about my family before I eat it."
Crazy bitch.
"Eat your heart out, you bastard. What are you thankful for? It's just a fucking insult."
"But that's my only pleasure."
"Fun is fuck."
- Phew.
I finally pulled out the knife to see if it worked. Immediately, he lowers the stunned Copson to the ground and aims his knife at the pose.
He's still making room.
That's why I'm still holding my position.
Honestly, it's close to 100% to being overtaken. But it's a shame when you give up. If you don't just give up, it's likely to be 1% or 2%.
Shouldn't we live and see our wives again?
"So, what's Dumbley's idea? Hmm, quit. It will hurt a lot."
"I'm going to search, but I have to get a hold of it."
"Oh? I like that word. It is truly a down-to-earth weather... and I resist my temptation to the end..."
- Mate.
Alouette clapped her hands and the vine table and chair disappeared. Her height as it stood was approximately 2m. I feel severe pressure.
"Very rare thing, no. It's the first time. That's why you lose your pride."
She says that the shriveled man went through her body with his eyes and hands.
"It is a great sin to make me feel this way, the Queen of Flowers. Not many people can hold me, Queen. I just wish I was lucky and used my place."
Definitely a charming figure.
I think I like stretched legs and big breasts. Genital enlightenment is also a good thing.
"My children."
- Zec.
At the end of the day, the boundaries of the garden open and the dryers reveal themselves. That number is a dozen. Maybe you can get close to the bag. All the dryers in the jungle followed her call.
... a lot.
Killing them all is hard.
- Sissits.
- Sitsitsitsitsits.
The laughing dryers have narrowed the visual distance.
The scent of dark flowers comes from all directions. They have flowers on their heads. The queen is a queen. You mean all of these beings.
- But don't run away.
Copson sleeps here without knowing the world. Originally, children in the new country had to get up to sleep and grow up.
It's my duty to help him grow.
"Come on, you bastards. I won't be bored to go there."
"Huhu. I wonder how far that attitude will go. Aren't you covering your fear with rage?"
"You're right. It's fucking scary."
As long as emotions are not castrated, fear can never be driven away. But I'm just being repressive. In fact, I'm still afraid to finish.
"But just because I'm scared, I don't have to bend over to crazy buddies like you. Don't you? And get dressed because you're a dick."
Oh, yeah.
I'm Thousand Horse Gimcott.
The word "thousand horses" is constantly returning to my mind. I think so, because of the heavy name of the Heavenly Angel, the fear pressed on it sinks to the other side of the darkness.
At the extreme, self-implying is enough to control even my emotions.
"Hm... yeah, I hope so."
Am I not worthy to rebel against my queen's words? As she declared with a nasty smile, she said to the dryers:
"Do whatever you want with that kid down there. But I don't want that black kid to get hurt."
.. It seems that it is already what you want.
But it would be extremely difficult to defeat me without hurting me.
"Hoo-hoo. Yeah, it's a shame you're using a child like this as a nourishment. I think it would be okay to use it as an army instead of nourishment. As soon as I opened my eyes, I met him... Yes, it could be fate. There doesn't seem to be any Green Dragon, so there's no problem expanding the realm."
What, an accomplice?
"The periods you have seem to be abundant..."
Alane, who smiled kindly at the end, said in a kind tone to me. In Mine, with a voice that never suits you.
"I will use you as an army for the time being. You know it's an honor to live by your wishes."
"This screwy bitch fell in love with you."
What, is that it?
Do we have to pull semen instead of nourishment and create endless monsters to thrive in the jungle?
That miserable last thing, I don't want.
"Fuck, I'm married."
"Hoo?"
Alane, who showed interest in the words, laughed bitterly.
"Then it will be tasty to take away, and it will be tasty to defile."
You filthy NTR-fuck!
"Don't worry. Soon you will fall in love with me. Let's expand together. Filling this jungle with you and my child."
Am I a tiphone?
"Chewing."
It's nothing but a linguistic dodo to become a monster horse in this jungle. I don't need any more words. Immediately, I brought up Mana, who had consumed more than mischief by the previous attack.
"Go."
- Pa!
As a sign of her reaching out, driers everywhere rushed to me. Each one stretched out his sharp fingernails, and they took the shape of a human being, but they were extremely monstrous.
"Examination of the head."
Left, right.
And the front and the sky.
They fly in all the defenses you can imagine, and they're shattered. That's the dissolution of the meltdown. It feels like a cannibal plant that stretched out the tentacles. He hypnotizes himself, recites the hypnotism of the chief swordsman, and spreads the raised manna to the whole body.
- Shaaaaah!!
- Shaaaaah!
- Shaah! Shaah!!
I will show you the truth of the extreme skilled murder!
"Chief Inspector!!"
- Wedge!
My experience! My muscles! Mana! Draw an extremely efficient trajectory and egg the space! Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
- Shaah!!
The first cut drier disappears into the reconciliation leaves.
The next attack was two, three. No, I can't count anymore! I was running so densely that I couldn't get a spot of light in!
It belonged to the space dryer, but I'm trying to take it away.
- You can't beat me!
"Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
There's a crazy roar coming!
Blade Mouseover. Status of the Dead. His experience and his practice become the most powerful shield, defending me and cutting off my enemies.
- Shaaah!!
- Shaah!!!
The more you move, the more Mana melts in your muscles.
Mana was not consumed in violent combat, but was recovering. Gain acceleration and gain more power from faster blades...!
I can't guarantee victory.
Survival is also unclear.
But I...!
I've got the landscape.
I jump.
"Irresistible impulse Dejaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!"
The blade becomes blurred.
At the same time, consciousness becomes blurred.
When it found its blurred shape again, it shook the neck of the three dryers in an instant, drawing a strange curve with a blade that stretched out three quarters like a pee wrapped in the morning.
This... screening...!
"My heart is ripping out!"
- Shaaaaah!!!
Kill, kill again!
- Shaaah!!
Their magic didn't work on me, and the assault on the flesh returned to its infamy. Iron breastplate and gauntlet with the power of humanity. And the grib stopped all the sharp nails, and the quilted armor and the shoulder blades are chewing, but that's it.
There are no critical hits.
Throws out attacks that fly with the neck and head with a blade.
The equipment I've been collecting for good works is my will! I am now a fortress itself! Who can beat me, a steel-rolled golden horse!
"Insects!!!"
You can't kill me!
"I never forgive you!"
- Weeping fluid!!
A large iron-beam trajectory overwhelms the space.
- The storm of screening is coming.
The sliced dryers turn into leaves, covering the sky and the ground... Ha, I remember the leaves that were swept away in the fall. Sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep.
"A thousand horsemen."
- Quang Guang!
I stepped on the ground and shook my siege.
Dryers' feet that have lost center fall from the ground. My swordsmanship is not over yet. Cut off defenseless targets in the air like meat.
"Weak, foolish bastards."
The number of dryers that touched the bag is decreasing. Nevertheless, according to the queen's orders, they have driven her faithfully.
"How can a plant overcome iron?"
- It's not reaching me.
"How can food overcome a thousand horses?"
Argh! Cut off the flying one with an oblique slash, rotate immediately, and tilt forward horizontally. As a result, the four dryers are reconciled with leaves.
"How!!"
Left to right, back to back. They're coming. Some of them come to grip Copson's hairy branches and aim for a crack.
"Plants!!!"
- I won't allow it.
Blow the screening, block the kidnapping, protect Copson.
"Will you beat me!!!!!!!"
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Roar overwhelms the garden.