- Kiyaaaaaaaaaah!!!!
A race queen, completely turned into a demon, flew away.
- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Every trajectory she flies, the fire burns. The flaming skeleton was the same as the envoy that escaped from hell.
- Lose the moment you feel fear.
You can't retreat, this is an outpost.
A battle in which only one of the two can get out alive.
"I'm strong about it."
That is why I have survived to this day.
I believe in it and take a step. Forward the blade. My body is protected by a steel plate, and my sword is longer than the devil's arm.
Please, Bronze Society!
Show me the power that chewed up the Corrupt Cobalt Queen at once!!
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
Run with a shout. The sacred light rises from the blade. The Holy Water of Faith and Confidence! But if this strike doesn't work, there's no victory!
With that in mind, I swung my sword.
- Quang!
The fire of vengeance collides with the holy light.
- Push!
"Kieheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"
The devil screams.
My knife cleaves her evil hand. The attack will work. At the same time, however, the sacred light emanating from the sword began to fade at a rapid rate.
Attacks work.
Critical hits can also be dealt.
But there are not many opportunities. If the sacred power has already been consumed this much, the enchant may be released soon.
"Tough!"
Only one bottle of holy water is left.
"But!"
If you don't end him before you use it all, I lose.
"Enough against this thousand horses!"
Uncertain possibilities infiltrate the mind, causing anxiety. My growing anxiety will lower my speculation and my senses. I am now Ghostbuster Kim Kat. Ghost Hunting Expert! I never lose to ghosts like that!
"Dejaaaaaaah!!!!!"
Raise Bravery and Fight.
The lace queen, who danced in that mood, retreated a little.
"It hurts... it hurts!! Ah! Didn't you come to save me! My hands are hot. They're hot... Ugh! Please! Please, now, Gma-an!"
"Yes! We have to stop! I'll stop you now!"
Where are the weaknesses? Should I aim for my neck? Or the heart? This is why the first monster to deal with a fucker is tricky. I didn't know where to aim.
I thought for a moment about which of those two I would target first while trying to attack, and I missed a beat for it.
"Burn it!!!"
- Oh, shit!
"Khhhhhh!!"
His arms stretched out in an instant, squeezing the gap between my blades, and tore his chest armor. The iron breastplate is torn!!! I would have touched bare flesh if I hadn't hurriedly turned around and avoided!
- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
But the attack didn't end with it.
"Fuck you, Amy!"
My chest was burning.
"Amy Functional Fire!"
I threw off my chest armor and quilted armor, trembling in a panic. The chest armor was just torn, but the cloth armor, the quilted armor, burned to ashes.
"Motherfucker!!! My armor!!!!"
Fortunately, I didn't hurt my bare flesh, but that's it! I've lost my precious armor!
"The insect that rips my heart out!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I grabbed the handle of the sword again in my fury and rushed at him. I don't care what the fuck the opponent is! If there's nowhere to run anyway, with or without armor, there's only one thing I can do!
Don't spill it, don't defend it.
You will only have to fight while running two types of evasion and attack. If that son of a bitch is powerful enough, his armor is meaningless in the first place.
"I don't forgive you!!!!!!!!!!"
The sacred power of the blade is pale.
Nevertheless, he wields his sword.
- Quang!
"Kiyaaaaah!!!!"
The devil swung his arm and stopped my attack. I had not been going deep The divine power is just around the corner.
"Fuck!"
The striking force was weakened.
"Argh...! Ugh! Don't do this... Stop it... Stop it... Please get me out... Ugh!"
But even a weak attack was enough to retreat the devil.
Her trauma.
It is associated with pain. I was greatly surprised by the small wounds and shed tears with the two eyes of the already emptied skull.
A woman who is strong with grudge, but not a warrior.
- Pfft. Pfft.
Tears poured out became flames.
The wall surface of the passageway begins to burn due to the flames spreading from the floor. In an instant, the temperature rose and sweat gushed out.
Ghosts dealing with flames.
"... I've come to get you out. Stop grabbing my hand. Let's go somewhere nice. Let's go somewhere happy. Let's go where there's no pain, no hatred."
It's a dangerous enemy.
Even more if the physical attack doesn't work properly.
"Fusion will lead you."
- Pats...
Now the light wrapped around the sword was so weak.
Nevertheless, we have to go.
"Argh..! No, no...! I hate it!!! Hot, hot. Turn off the lights, please! It's too hot! I can't wake up!"
"Wait. I'll put out the lights soon!"
- Dejaaaaaaah!!!
Race through the burning passageway through the ground.
The occasion is when the devil is screaming.
I was aiming for her crying heart. After attacking there is the head. Let's walk destiny on those two things. As the divine power is weakened, we must aim for where it is supposedly weakened!
- Yikes!
At that time, the candlestick that was flying near the Devil's House had been shattered. It's not hard to dodge, and the hand that comes in aiming for my neck is perfectly dodging--
- Bummer!
Stick a knife in the heart as it is.
"Kiheaaaaaa!!!!"
"Did you get rid of it?"
Beware is forbidden.
Immediately twist the knife and slash it up to the bristles!
- Oh, shit!
With it I took the heart of the devil and all its branches.
- Dig.
At the same time, the power of the Holy Water disappeared.
Did you take it down?
"Kahaha..! You, too, you're the same! Give me the pain!"
I was expecting it.
The devil didn't fall.
"... fuck."
Her wound began to heal in an instant.
Oh, shit!
There is no retreat for evil spirits. It was the same wherever you hit. An absolute amount was not enough to overwhelm her grudge with a bottle of holy water. If we add a bottle here, can we make a significant hit?
- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
A lightning bolt poured out with him.
"Ame!"
I immediately flirted with agility, avoiding the lightning.
At the same time, the demon slowly advances as if trying to enter the basement. Crying, he said he didn't want to go in and threw up screams and curses slowly.
"A terrible place...! Ugh! Ugh! I don't want to go! I don't want to go! It hurts when you go in... but! But now we have to go."
It's time.
There is only one bottle left.
"Last chance."
There's no way to kill him.
The holy water that was destined was struck, but it was not enough. I needed a stronger, more holy water to kill him.
I already used one bottle, but I couldn't even scratch it.
Even if Elise was by your side... would she be able to beat it?
I don't know.
That's a pretty strong demon in front of your eyes.
"No one saved us... no one, no one..."
She's getting closer.
As soon as he enters the basement, everything will be over.
"Fuck...!"
Holy water does not work.
It doesn't mean that it is.
If you can't express the sword, you can't kill it.
The power of the primitive Mana.
My manna control is so fast and sophisticated that it can't be compared to anyone. Karin said that there are very few people like me who can handle manas as free materials in the body.
There's no way I can't eject a sword like that.
It is indeed simple to eject the bayonet. Beyond the muscles, outside the skin. You can send Mana to make it a reality.
- Goo.
The boiling Mana was shaking like it was coming out right away. Mana and the muscles tell me. Let me out of here. Let me out and let me take that down.
I feel a more vivid feeling than ever.
A sensation that fluctuates right below the skin.
"..."
However, the screening was not ejected despite the holding of the knife. It just fluctuates in the body, asking it to escape, asking it to liberate, and it can't penetrate the skin.
"... the name of a thousand horses will cry."
Blacksmith doesn't come out.
After all, this last bottle of holy water is my destiny.
I sprinkled the last holy water on the sword.
Claudie, Winia, Karin, Risha. I think of their faces. I won't be able to confirm that I'm going back. But I believe I can go back. I'll go back no matter what.
"Phew...!"
Now let's just think about it.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
Light emanates from the blade. Bigger, Bigger Power! My roar filled the passageway. Evil Spirit, I am the Great Horse Kim Kat!
It is foolish to rush to the devil with a sword that shines almost bare.
"It hurts... it hurts...! Don't hurt me...! Ugh! I don't like it anymore! No! Stop it! Stop! I want to stop!!!"
"I'm more sick, you slut!!!!"
- Quang!
It collides with the devil.
Her burning fever is reported in front of her nose. The seemingly distant skeleton shrieks and screams at my face.
"Kiyaaaaaaaaah!!!"
"Ooooooooooo!!!"
- Quang!
Ignore being bored.
This is the last chance. I dodged the demon attack and conducted a series of strikes with counter strikes.
"Holiday Chief Swordsman Mudejaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
"Kiyaaaaaaah!!!!"
The last difficulty that mobilized all my skills with practical polishing and endless training. It was an integer that contained everything in me. My real swordsmanship that you made and refined to kill only your enemies!
Is it going to work?
No, it must be eaten!
- Little one!!!
The more attacks and attacks follow, the lightness around the blade diminishes, but I am aware of it and focus only on the area where he is repairing.
"Kahhhhhhhh!! It hurts! It hurts! Stop, stop!!!!"
Screaming.
A divine glow that fades.
"Look at the power of Fusion Judaism!!!!"
When I finally cut his throat-
- Wave!
"All of them!!! Burn them all to the fire!!!"
- The flames burst.
"Teaeaeaeaeen!!!"
With that shock, I flew back.
The light of the blade was scattered like a fog.
"No one! No one saved us!!! Then everyone is in the same pain!!! You have to feel like I've been hurt!!!"
Has the shadow of despair fallen?
My skin is hot. I burn all over my arms. It might take some time to cure the fucking problem.
It's a story of getting out alive.
- Kiyaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!
But it didn't seem meaningless.
After being robbed with a sword enchanted with holy water, her body ceases to repair and constantly releases seemingly liquid. Unfortunately, I couldn't end it.
It's an obvious fatal blow.
Just Hansu.
Even if I had just one more chance, I would have won.
- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The flames overflow. A flame filling the wall reaches the front door of the basement. A completely flammable space. It's a fire of desperation. Am I getting used to being Kim Cat Welldon? Grilled beef becomes tougher and tougher after a long time. But he's not human.
"... it's hot."
- Head, head.
The world is loud, but the sound of my heart echoes sharply.
That heartbeat swallowed up the roar of the devil.
"... is this your hatred?"
Burning wall.
Let's scream like a critically-stricken lace queen.
- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
As a result, the flames that fill the walls of the passageway burst into hot azyrang.
Aziarang, it's miraculous.
- An expansive peak villa.
Marble is bundled, and the cornerstone is solid. The mansion was well maintained and cleaned by a large number of servants. There was always constant laughter, and there were also many who came. Good music overflows with good food. The owner of the mansion stayed vigorously with the users.
- Aargh!
The laughter of the women resounding as beautifully as Mr. Sulundo's compass. Was it a happy time?
- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
However, only the red and black worlds were seen in the landscape that soon changed.
Servants are slaughtered indecently. The maids are kidnapped. The women of the mansion are humiliated and thrown into the basement. Who are the Raiders? Men with swords. They became incarnations of violence, creating catastrophes.
This is the view I saw.
- Eagle.
The flames dizzy again.
This time, the lights go out and the mansion of the peak age shines again. And it's on fire again. The lights go out again, and the peak... flickers like the best. A smiling woman is consumed by fire, and the devil plays in the ashes. The visions of the ruined mansion intersect with those of the High Ages.
The hallways of the basement were completely starry, mixed with the desire and hatred to go back in time. On the left wall, people were laughing at the peak mansion, while on the right wall, women were screaming in the basement burning with fire.
Grudge and hatred.
"All...! All of them! Burn them all to the ground! If I burn you...! We can be liberators! So!"
In addition to that illusion, a messed up lace queen approached the basement.
"Take our pain...!"
I've been crying and begging.
"Then."
Her pain and hatred had already been reported to be so cold and overwhelming.
"The people who are going to burn here. What's going on?"
To escape suffering, I try to pass it on to others. She suffered so much that she perceived it as wrong, and had so much hatred.
"As you wander around the mansion forever, you hate a vengeful opponent who doesn't exist and give birth to yet another innocent victim."
Do you really want it?
"Do you want it?"
Race Queen answered my question.
"... I want it. I want it to be. You have to suffer, too. I can't be the only one suffering. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair... Unfair. It's unfair...!"
Lace Queen's desperate cry.
Its contradictions and twists have been conveyed to me. As such, the true truth of fusion is awakened. In front of his eyes, Lace Queen was the victim.
Oh, yeah.
"Aah."
He was a victim.
"Is that so?"
Victims. '
"This is the place."
I finally realized.
"It was a sugar cane field."
Cruel plantation.
The cane fields of hell.
African black people who were hunted and loaded on a horrible vessel, like goods, and moved across the sea to exotic lands.
They died in a place they didn't know, suffering and torture like hell.
The reason black people suffered was because the imperialists, who were purely evil, wanted it. Catch slaves and increase wealth. Only to be called their ship, they take another man's life and inflict cruel violence.
Absolute evil of humanity.
Imperialism.
"But even if it's a sugar cane field. Even those black people who suffered from cruel and inhuman imperialist whites."
However.
"It is impossible to be captivated by that anger and hatred and to harm innocent people."
No matter how many black people have suffered. It is impossible to point the blade of that hatred at innocent people who have nothing to do with imperialism.
- Wrong thing.
"This is unforgivable."
Forgiveness. Pain. Moral.
Despair and hatred that they would have carried.
Rage spreads without Dory. But their weakness, which had to be swept away because they had no power. They suffered because they were weak. He suffered because he was an acronym. Then is it sin to be weak? If it is sin, can we call them sinners when the women before our eyes are dead?
"That's not it."
It was only then that the true truth of Fusion Judaism became apparent and could be held in the hands of men.
Something I haven't seen in a while. The things I ignored come into my eyes. There was no end to the way of reaching the truth of Fusion. I was just walking around the world and moving towards that end.
The judgment of morals and values is changed at any time.
Until it reaches the truth.
"You shouldn't do that. Even if it's suffering unfairly. Turning it over to someone who has nothing to do with it is wrong."
"You don't know...! Don't try to pretend to know our pain!!!!!! You'll be just like the man who broke into the mansion!"
- Kaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!
The demon rushed to me, screaming bitterly.
The evil sight bursts out of her two eyes. To her who's obsessed with hatred, I'm just gonna look like a dick. It's natural. You're overlapping me with the warriors of the past.
It's the last time.
"But now."
- I can.
Let's put the true Dory in the blade.
It's not difficult. I've already done the same thing. Above all, I am the savior of Fusion. It is my mission and duty to spread the doctrine and make the world a better place. The spirit of the Red Ear Man. If I don't do it, I will literally become a Red Ear Man.
- It's what I have to do.
Set the blade straight. Use extreme concentration to control the Mana in the body. It's simple. I've been fighting like that ever since.
"Jin's Chief Swordsmanship Act."
Now let's take one more step there. Controlling Mana, go outside. Outward. Let's eject the skin outward. My horizons have already risen. The way I see it is different. I can do it now.
- I'm doing it, Gimcott.
"The Third Feast."
- Head. Head.
The heart jumps. It's a mana that's never been expressed externally. It's opening up right now. A storm of Mana blows from the inside. The muscles swell, and the long stretched hair floats.
Therefore, as a true Dori of Fusion Judaism, I decided to save her.
"The Great Sword." "
Mana explodes.
-Patztststststststststststststststst!!!!!!!!
As such, the glorious and massive sea of Mana is engulfed in the sword.