- Glorious blue light.
Thousands of threads of Mana burst out and erase the demon's boots. It's the year of Mana. It is a real bayonet because the stranded fragments of Mana are finally shaped to form a strong shape.
"I love this real sword."
True power.
Examination of the poles.
Common sense and emotions that have been shaved by living in this world. And the terrible pain that arose there turned into a desire for survival and tenacity. Psychic. Yeah, psychic. One of the warrior's most important virtues.
If you hadn't met Claudie, if you hadn't seduced the body and spirit of life with the goal of being reborn as a true warrior according to her wishes in return for that love. It would have been impossible to say sword. Claudie said I was good at what I did. If I tried, I gave my love and compliments in any way. For the first time in the world, I became a prisoner of the abundance of motherhood and warmth I received.
"Claudie and I."
Claudie with a warrior's soul.
The tree kimcott that grew up eating Claudie's compliments.
It bears the fruit of the sword.
"Victims of imperialism."
In this world, I was no different from the black people in the sugar cane field. For me, this world was imperialism itself. The land of the living. There is nothing to do, only suffering and hunger.
Killed a man there and survived.
Karin told me he had a swordsmanship talent. Could it be a talent? A talent blooming in a world like mud. If you don't try, you fall. It crashes in a moment of relief.
Just because I knew what I had to do, I did it by throwing my body in training, training and practice. He has always exceeded his own limits and soaked my soul with a mixture of my blood and the blood of my enemies.
It was all for Claudie, too.
The most beautiful goddess of my own.
"And you."
The suffering of the weak.
I know it well.
"I will give it to you."
The burning woman in front of my eyes was a victim of imperialism. I learned it as the truth of the mansion they showed me. Women who were ravaged by raiders were the same as blacks who were slaughtered by imperialist whites. Because I know it well, then I will give you salvation as a companion and as a companion.
"Salvation is coming soon."
The Spirit of Fusion Confucianism. Truth. Dory.
"The Old Testament will soon be salvaged."
The blackened steel covering the blade was strong. The grudge of the devil was deep, but it cannot be beaten by the sword.
"Punish you, and divide that soul!!!!"
It is a tragedy for those who have suffered to despair and hate it and to pass on their suffering to others. The Buddha, King David, and the cheer are watching over me.
"I will stop further corruption!!!!!!"
I'll stop you here!!!!!
Burn to death -!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Kaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!
A demon who completely loses Izzie runs screaming.
The merchandise that filled the passageway lost its power due to the blackening. However, the burning flame behind her back was fiercer than any hot concept. Emerging from the flames are the visions of the past.
- Pa.
I'm going to hit it and the front!
"Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"Kaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!"
Slash the racing queen with the sword that rises!!!!
- Quang!
The tragedy of the mansion and my sword overlap as the past and present intersect. Who wins? I believe it will be me, and I put my strength on the blade!
"I'm Thousand Horse Gimcott!!!"
I'll cut your soul white from here!
- Oh, shit.
"It hurts."
Practically trained swordsmanship and senses destroyed her body, blocking Race Queen's attack.
"I was sick."
A glorious sword draws out the flame of the devil and crushes her flesh.
The spirit of the devil is scattered. Gold rushes to the frozen skeleton and ashes; it breaks like a glass window and reveals the beautiful woman's face in it.
"I've been waiting."
- The moment the time seems to have stopped.
A woman looks at my face with clean tears.
"No one came."
Finally, Lace Queen, who took the shape of a demon, returned to her original appearance and faced me. At the same time, the sword was scattered. The power is enough. It's overflowing.
All that was left of the woman was the head and the upper half.
"I don't know why I suffer like that."
- I should have.
The woman who took Izzie back smiled and wept as if she were broken. The voice echoed toward the other side. Bloop. The tears that flow become drops and fall to the ground. Why she had to suffer. Why did I have to suffer such a terrible thing?
"... there is no reason for malice."
There is no reason.
Imperialist slave traders do not place any weight on the slaughter and abduction of African blacks. It's just money. Nothing else comes to mind, no. I commit a crime without even thinking about it.
Sometimes people feel guilty, but then they rationalize by using the word "god" as a pretext.
The same is true of other criminals. They take it for granted as if they were breathing the crime itself. I don't care about other people's thoughts, I don't even think about having to care. But even so. He cries when he is truly struck.
That's the crocodile's tears.
I hate crocodile tears.
"All the bad guys are like that. I don't need a reason. No, I don't even care. It's just a phenomenon."
"Did I suffer and die for that?"
Ask her what I say.
There's only one answer to that.
"Yes."
"... that's it."
The emotions she will feel.
"What a... unfair thing."
It is injustice.
"So go to a good place. To a place where there is no sorrow, no pain."
At first glance, no one was killed by Lace Queen. I decided I would save her because I did. That was the true place of Fusion.
I don't know when this mansion is an enemy mansion or when the evil spirit woke up. But there was only a mansion on my way. The Savior always goes astray.
"There's no reason for you to suffer."
I told her once again.
"So you weren't wrong. They're the bad guys. You are Innocence."
I don't think you're wrong.
"Argh.. Argh..!"
Lace Queen burst into tears. I burst into tears and wept. Tears pour out of the dead. She cried and said in haste.
"I wanted to hear that... Ugh! Argh!"
- Sarah.
The look of the lace queen began to fade away with a swarm of light. Holy fire or Ascension. It's a godlike world, but I don't know much about the afterlife.
"Thank you."
She disappears completely.
"Thank you, Knight."
Nevertheless, she thanked me with a smile.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Thank you, Knight.
- Thank you.
- Thank you to the Knight.
At the same time, thanks are heard here and there. The Philly Banshees must have been liberated. Their curse was also lifted as Lace Queen extinguished.
The ghosts disappeared and returned to their original old villa.
"Thanks, you bastards."
I stood up with my sword on my sword.
"Live a happy life in the world to come."
I felt like I had lost all my strength. A sensation similar to the feeling after performing a head incision and a thousand horsepower.
But not so immovable.
"Just hold on."
The power of the overflowing black river.
Head bayonet.
Now the mausoleum is in his hands.
Let's go home and recover Mana and show it to everyone.
I could only see Claudie shouting with joy. I finally pulled the sword. I don't even know how happy I'd be if I showed you this.
Winia will love it, and Risha will love it. But since they are wizards, it may not be very realistic about the prosecutor's accomplishments.
Karin would love that.
"Uh-huh."
I was empowered to think like that.
"Ugh, fuck... This fucking hurts..."
But I was hurt, too. I burned my arms and my trunk. I feel pain and fatigue. The Old Testament must also have armor.
"This is not the time."
Now we have work to do.
With the disappearance of Racqueen, his friends and his missing adventurers would soon wake up. I immediately went back to the basement and put Copson, Meria and Lina down.
"You bastards are still in love."
Their faces seemed truly peaceful, as if they were taking a nap in the room of the house.
But does it take a while to wake up?
After making quick judgments, I immediately approached the fallen group of adventurers.
From now on, you have to take off your clothes and rob your pockets before these bastards wake up. Of course I deserve to be rewarded for everything I've saved. This is absolutely natural.
Dozens of people just looking frozen.
If you pack it all up, you'll be out of your league.
"You bastards. Know how to live thanks to me."
I robbed the adventurers' pockets in turn.
I haven't done it once or twice. In an instant, I stole their hidden wallet and took out the money and gave it back. Nevertheless, the adventurers did not wake up as if they were at ease.
That's how I stacked silver and copper coins in my wallet. It was more than 30 silver, even with a frostbite. Still, it's because of the gathering of the bastards who have their own clean feet. There were just as many people.
"Oh?"
I don't have the equipment now.
That's a good opportunity.
I immediately picked a few and took off my favorite armor. Peel off the quilted armor and attach it by removing the chest armor. My Gauntlet and Grieve are fine, so I slip over, rob my shoulder.
Equipment recovery is complete in no time.
If it wasn't for me, they'd all be dead in here, so I'd have to take care of this.
- Gross.
I also pulled the knife and checked it.
It was a very good sword, but there was gold there because I just used the real sword. Can't even stand the black iron? I can't throw it away because Karin gave it to me. Let's go pick it up and confess to ruining it.
I took a long knife and went straight to my friends.
- Glug.
I poured water right into Copson's face.
"Arghhhh!!"
Then he got up screaming. He who causes his torso to budge confirms for himself whether he survives by tapping on his body. Fuckin 'energetic.
"Demon! Demon of the mansion...!"
"Shut up, man."
"Bavarian Shek! The evil spirits have made me...!"
A frightened Copson shakes his eyes and hangs on me.
The night of the demons is over.
It was time to go home.
"The night is over."
"Barbarian?"
"It's morning. Let's go back."
"Uh, uh... evil spirits."
Copson looked into the transvestite basement.
I said as I grabbed his shoulder.
"I survived. I ran away all night, and I survived. I don't think I was caught and released."
"Well, is that so? Oh, by the way, Barbarian! Well done! You're alive! I'm alive! I'm never gonna have a fucking lung again! No way this is happening!"
Only then did Copson shout with joy that he had lived. Seeing this son of a bitch react, I think I've seen evil spirits just like me. You must have been scared a lot.
"But hasn't Barbarian clothes changed?"
"What are you talking about?"
I woke up Maria and Lina with Copson.
They also poured water, so they were terrified and tormented.
"Argh! Don't come! Don't come, you bastards!!! Uh-huh?"
"Brother! Where the hell are you...! Aah?"
Surrounded by evil spirits, he seems to have lost his mind.
Anyway, they woke up without any problems either.
"Hey, hey. It's morning. I don't have anything, but let's get out of here."
"What's going on... aah, my head."
"Oh, brother...?"
I guess I'll have to explain it to you while I'm out.