"Bitch!"
"Motherfucker!"
"Crazy barbarian!"
"You fucking cow bitch!"
- Whoa, whoa!
- Go, go, go!
- Kill him!
The wretched cheeks of the slums surrounding us began to shake the wretched bourgeoisie with all sorts of disgrace.
These bastards have heard rumors that we're fighting, and they think there's a lot of resentment in the back alley.
When I saw that barbarian son of a bitch do it, I was the one who got hit by me or the one who got behind it. Or do friends and family seem to be getting mixed up... and I'm having a bit of a hard time? The main grudge must be Regret.
This is a fucking angle.
They may have looked at our fight, but they both looked sad.
Obviously, if they're both in this condition, there will be a multiplication.
The bastards are passively insulted, so brilliant. If you think you are weaker than yourself, you will instantly turn into a Mancognitive Ohoe General.
I benchmarked these bastards right away.
"Gentlemen! Let's kill that red bitch today!"
"Kill something, you son of a bitch! Let me give birth to as many as you've killed!"
"Let's shove it back and forth!"
"Can we go back and forth? You have to poke three holes at the same time and chew them out!"
"Oh, that fucking cow bitch! Fucking bitch, you just have to grab the tits and rip them off!"
"Let's stick it in the brothel and stick it day and night!"
"Cut off your arms and legs!"
There seem to be only two major numbers.
In a frenzied rage, they waved sickle and hammer like the Communist revolutionaries, striking all kinds of malicious sexual harassment and sex-rips at the Regret. Regret, this son of a bitch is too sexy and I thought it would be like this.
And how skinny did you get in that slum, and all those bastards look like that? I guess I have a grudge because of the allowance bee.
"Hey, hey... Lizette. These bastards seem very interested in your milk."
"These sons of bitches..."
- Jaw.
I looked around against the ridge.
"That barbarian bastard! You son of a bitch! How dare you kill my friend?!"
"That son of a bitch killed my brother!"
"I've been fucked before!"
"Let's take out our limbs and feed them to the dogs! Unlike a woman, I don't need that!"
"Just sell it as a barn!"
I certainly killed a few criminals in the slums, but at least I've never seen those bastards before. There was definitely some misunderstanding.
I was full of objections, but now I think I need to save even my strength to communicate.
- Hemicephaly.
It's a real fucking crisis.
"Reget."
"Uh."
"Let's join forces."
"Of course you do, you son of a bitch."
"What? Son of a bitch?"
"Sorry. It's a habit."
I could feel it on my back.
Rijet was as nervous as I was. Because the sound of her heart was going to reach my ears. I'm afraid she's in a state of near-limits, too, due to the tremendous fighting... quite dangerous.
Can we get out of here?
"If you don't get out of this, it's gonna be you or me or a real dog."
"As soon as those bastards get raped, I'm gonna be a dick and a ninny."
"I'm so scared, what should I do...!"
"I'm scarier, motherfucker. If you're wrong now, those bastards are gonna have a hundred brother-in-law, motherfucker."
The most terrifying thing in the world is to say about this situation. And how many people do you have to deal with to have a hundred?
"Usually less than a fist away..." "
Unlike me, if I was subjugated, Lizette would see hell as a woman. Regret knows that, too.
If so, the objectives are consistent.
We have to get out alive.
"First of all, it's cooperation, Lizette."
"Come on, cheeky. That's what I just said."
"What? Chewbird? Rijet fucker."
"Your Ame hooker."
"What a bitch."
This son of a bitch doesn't say a word.
But I don't think much of each other just because I hate each other.
"But you're making the kids really sexually harass you."
"You let me come, too, man. I don't think I've ever done anything like this."
"Sometimes it's a little different from me."
"Where else?"
"I don't know... there's something like that. Roughly."
I am deliberately choosing to gain an advantage in combat and making a grudging remark. Slums are real hatred and lust.
"Well, my red flap sucks."
"Do you say that with your mouth?"
"Seriously, what do you think?"
"I don't like it."
I tell you, I don't like it in my eyes.
"What do you usually have to live with when you see mine?"
"There's something like that."
"Son of a... that's the way it was. You filthy bastard."
"No, cheeky!"
Anyway, the thrilling swarms of slums were walking slowly as they gave off their hideous lives. They are holding the extension for work together. In this case, the word "work" means murder.
If you're really caught, you'll get a steamed 24-hour full-course homicide club and start traveling three dozen times. This is what a twilight really means.
Survival instincts run into unprecedented crises.
How -- how do I get out of here? If I knew this was going to happen, I would have gone to a nicer place and fought.
- Regret is too late.
Me and Rijet are already at their limit, surrounded almost defenselessly.
But it is.
If the two of you join forces, there is definitely a possibility...!
"... knives."
"What?"
"Pick up the knife, come on! I'll take care of it!"
Regret, who held the position, cried out in a seizure. The knife was right in front of me. There is still a little distance for the poor to reach. Can you take it? No, I'm taking it!
Once and for all, you have to trust Regent!
If you two don't work together, you'll never get out! It's impossible to break through the siege by yourself! After judging, I immediately blew myself up. If something goes wrong, Regent will assist you.
- Pa!
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"
Running with a fanatical shout, the poorest of the poor dance and step back. Of course, they don't want to die either. They were only slums armed with extensions and assembled, not trained soldiers.
"Yes! That's it!"
The resilient Regent immediately followed me.
"Ah, in front of the knife! Stop it! Go!"
"You go first, bitch!"
"First, stop it! Pick up that fucking knife!"
- Urgh!
At the same time, the poor ran into the swarm. "Kill it!" cried one of the bastards, who wanted to kill as much as this inciter did.
"Fuckin 'Reget!!"
"Pick up the knife because you know it!"
"Ooooooooo!!!"
Slums ignore and pick up knives first!
- Purebuck!
Then a fierce blow burst from the back of my mind. Who is it that searches? Please, I hope it's not Regent...!
"You barbarian!"
A slum runs with a club in front of it.
- Increases health.
- Focus on your legs!
To survive, you have to ignore the pain of the body and overcome its limitations! We can postpone the recoil to tomorrow to live today!
"Fuck you!"
No matter how tired I am, I can't physically lose to these poor bastards. Believe it or not, the brain whispers. Collect knives while avoiding flying clubs!
"Fuck you!!!"
- Phew!
And at the same time, he sticks a knife in his abdomen and pulls it out. "Turn it off!" the knife recalls. There are weapons and the difference is great. As I killed a cub, I declared my rebirth!
- Smulsmith.
Hope flows with confidence from the hand that holds the sack...!
I can do it!
"Reget!"
"Come!"
After I checked, I had already taken an axe in the old evening and slaughtered three of them with sweat and blood. Other poor people did not come quickly to that fierce horror.
"Motherfuckers! Kill the son of a bitch who's coming! Get the fuck out!"
"Hey, hey. Fuck. You want to see my red bucket like that? If you want to poke me, come in turn, you bastards. I'll break your head."
"No, go away. Why don't you come?"
"Shut the fuck up."
The slums danced to our imagined provocation and bluff.
By killing a few, the apocalypse melts like the eyes of a spring day, and terror takes its place. I'm glad they're more cowardly than I thought.
"Peek, don't be nervous! If you don't kill that red-haired boy here, he'll come back later!"
"That, yes! That's it!"
"Kill him! Fuck!"
"I fuck you first!"
- Arghhhhhh!!!
However, since there was also an overwhelming number of heads, the containers were quickly contagious by incitement. They've been storming like an army.
"Hey! Break through like this!"
Regret yells at you with an axe.
"Back. Can I leave it to you?"
Tell her that.
"You son of a bitch, you and I are a community of destiny! If one of them dies, both of them die! Leave it to me! I'll cover for you no matter what!"
"I believe! I leave it to you!"
"Trust me, motherfucker! I have to live!"
It's good.
"I'm not going to fuck those bastards!"
Then I believe.
Until just now, we fought each other's lives, but now we have to be one like a couple. Fold grudge. Fold hatred. I came out of here and Rijet was a friend and a comrade!
You can't survive unless you're two!
"-!"
You two will survive together!
"--I 'll let you out!!!!!!"
From this moment on.
I will never care about the back.
So if you only care about the front, just focus on the three bastards in the front! I don't think these poor bastards can learn to pass anyway! There are only three slums I can deal with at the same time.
Then it's no problem!
I have a knife in my hand!
These poor bastards are not my opponents!
- Tak-tak-tak!
Run with a shout. It's like a sea of slums. Still don't look back, don't care. Focus on the front with all your psychiatric abilities, blocking even the sounds from the rear!
If you don't, you can't break through!
"Die!"
"Fuck you!"
"Bitch!"
Axes and daggers. And the poor with the clubs are coming.
- That's all I think about.
Immediately dig into the cub in front of you and pierce through the branches. "Huff?!" The dagger flies. Roughly raise your arms and pick them up. I'm wearing a quality armor anyway, so I can stop it with my body bread.
Knowing that the attack was done, the paint on your face cuts off the hair of the money dagger. - Bloop. As the blade touches the carotid artery, the axe flies.
"Yay!"
The axe is still dangerous, so you bend your body hard, dodging and punching at the same time!
- Bummer!
"Caracas!"
Ignore the three fallen and advance again, forward! Charge! Break through! The bastards died in real time, so many of them died.
If I don't see my back yet, the Regret will be alive.
Fly your thoughts to the other side and increase your final stamina and mental strength. I think I'm gonna burst into breath. I have a load of muscles and brains. There may be side effects, but ignore them. Maybe we should get some more nursing--
"--I don't forgive the insect that ripped my heart out!!!!!"
Take out the attack with your left arm and start poking them in the front and right. The prerequisites have been worked out brilliantly, and the more you kill them, the more you'll find a way.
And the path expands and stretches explosively, as if it were a hole in the dam.
"Argh!!!"
"Turn it off!!"
"Do, run! You said you were going after all these bastards."
Runaway slums.
"The patterns are all dead, you bastards!!!!"
Swinging the knives, all those who stood in the way were scattered left and right.
- This was Moses' miracle of murder.
"Jesus...! Zipper Creepers!"
I see the end of the slum before me. You just have to get there. The poor don't want to go outside their territory, so go straight ahead!
"Reget!"
"Don't worry about me, you son of a bitch!"
"Fuck you, I think I'm gonna get hit by those bastards! Are you still okay?"
"It's all right, damn it!! Way through!! You son of a bitch!"
"You're a fucking merchant, too!"
- Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
Khhhhhhhh!!!
Make a last-minute sputter.
Strongly tread on the vibrations as you burst the strength of your legs and feel unrealistic speed with a cool breeze-Runners High! If you die here, you'll be Runners Dead, but now it's Haida!
"Do, run away! What are you going to do!"
"Grab it! Grab it! If they survive, we're fucked!"
It's too late, you bastards.
Prepare to search next time.
As the heart beats like crazy, it becomes difficult to breathe like water in the heartbeat. It runs. But it runs. Nevertheless, it runs...! I'm Murder Marathoner Gimcott!
Finally...
"-Golyn!"
"Fuck!"
We're out!
Me and Rijet ran for a long time until they came out and touched the end of the world. It ran to a place where the screams of the poor could not be heard.
That's how I escaped a slum that was humiliated and infernal by blood and murder.
"Haa, haha... haha...! Ha..!"
"Kaaak...! Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
In front of the fountain where all sorts of walkers pass.
I stretched alongside the Regret.
"Bitch... are you alive...?"
"Ha... damn well."
"I'll take care of you alive, you son of a... Kaaak! In the future... live well...!"
It's gonna blow.
"I'll take care of it, man. In the future, someone else's place of business... Argh! Don't touch my brother-in-law, you son of a bitch! This is all because of you, you son of a bitch...!"
I took a breath for a long time.