It was polished with extreme training and brutal practice, and my punch, which was completed to Manaro's immersion, was no different than the killing and striking.
For me, punch is murder.
As the head of the demon who was hit by that heavy honeymoon plunged into the ground, pop-ok! Like a joke, two eyes popped out and fell on my feet.
- Degur.
Crazy marbles...!
If they see this, they'll vomit!
"Deugh! Old school!"
The demon, who sat arrogantly on the couch and asked me to make a deal, later regained his manners, bent his back and let out a bubble.
I picked up one of the eyes that fell right away.
"Whoo."
After blowing the wind out of his mouth, he made it clean, grabbed the demon's empty eyelids and spread them open and put his eyes inside.
"Sobbing."
"Argh..! Caracas!"
The head of the demon that regained one eye begins to be repaired. The use of a demon with only one eye was bizarre.
"Mr. Madeye...!"
You little Madeye!
The puffy headache swells and releases the blood inside. I can't forgive you for trying to make a fantasy or a dream!
"Why did you do that, Madeye?"
"What the hell...!"
"Be quiet!"
- Quang!
I once again blew the night of the murder and broke the repaired man's skull.
"Geehaw!"
It was indeed a delightful blow.
Once the head of the demon is crushed with a single blow, the interior is shaken. An attack I wouldn't have imagined if it were me. But now it's a murderous power.
Even a demon with high body durability kneels before my punch.
"Be quiet, be quiet!"
- Quang!
"Khhhhhhhh!!"
I knocked him in the head without much pain.
I don't know what it is, but if this happens, there's nothing more to it than violence. You have to make him calm by chewing his dog, but you can do something about it, whether you're talking or extracting information.
The best way to talk to these bastards is to take them down first. If you have a chance, you should know how to use it.
"Motherfucker!"
- Bummer!
Every time he strikes, he splashes blood and brains and soaks the floor. However, no matter how much I hit and beat him, he continued to do only self-defense and did not die.
Is this his space?
Of course, breaking it will be easy.
"Argh..! Stop! Stop! Stop it, please!"
"Have you ever stopped when the victims told you to?"
"What the hell are you talking about...! Hahaha!!!"
These are the most unforgivable kind of bastards I've ever met. He's been killing precious lives for nothing, and he's a jerk when he's really dead.
Only his own life is valued and others are regarded as tools or bugs. Its duality was like that of imperialists. As a churchman, as a quasi-prisoner, I can never see this kind of defeat.
"Die! Die! You devil!"
"Whoaaaaah!!"
After a long period of violence, the demon's head bursts into thin air like a mole hunting game.
This is what happens when you fucking hit me.
- Boom! Boom!
However, even in that state, the devil only slowly repaired his head. It regains its circular shape as its head crawls into the furrow.
A demon of the resilient type?
Or because this place isn't real?
He seems to be suffering from that, and he is also suffering damage. I had a clear feeling about destroying and hitting something. It was real for the demon to scream in agony.
"Son of a bitch! Stop recovering!"
Anyway, I was furious with his resilience, and once again, I tried to make him powder by spreading the Scare of Death Ticket.
"Yippee!!"
At that moment, the demon, who had finished the repairs, shouted in astonishment.
"Stop that! Please stop! You're wrong!"
"What the fuck?"
"Wrong, please stop! I was wrong!"
"What, what is it?"
Surprisingly, the demon kicked the couch and began to mourn me there. Is that a little violent, or is that some kind of demonic courtesy?
"What's wrong with you? Get out of my mind!"
I can't believe I got an apology from the devil!
"Motherfucker!"
When I was in such an inhuman situation, I could no longer be the subject of violence. Angry to the end of my head, I immediately smashed a thousand horsemen into the back of the worshipper.
- Bummer!
As a result, the head of the demon exploded coldly and six pieces splashed. - Furry. The body that lost its head collapsed. I think I should be dead by now... Surprisingly, the Devil has begun to make his repairs again.
It's actually a planaria daemon or something.
"Argh!! Stop it! Stop it, please...! I was wrong!"
"What? Why don't you die?"
"Enough... Enough..."
The demon, who regained the circle, twisted his entire body and squeezed his tears and howled. You son of a bitch... are you ready to talk?
It was common sense to lose like a chopped meat before having a conversation with the evil creature. This was a legally guaranteed right, and local customary law was, of course, an integral part of religious proceedings.
- Glug.
I pulled up the couch that he kicked and sat on it.
"Why aren't you looking?"
"..."
The devil mouthed on my question. You're not even a punished son of a bitch. Are you trying to shut up? Immediately, he raises his fist once, and the seized one screams.
"Oh, my God! That's my space!"
It's a space.
"... what is your space, so you don't have to go after those attacks? Are you invincible?"
It doesn't make sense to get enough power to become immortal just because this dickhead demon is in his own space. Well, it's just that my common sense might be.
But it's not a very convincing answer.
"Well, that's...!"
"You son of a bitch! Don't be frustrated, tell me quickly!"
"Hiiyap!! Because this, this is not the real world!"
"I know that, you frustrating son of a bitch!!!"
Damn it, I'm having another conversation with this frustrated son of a bitch! In my experience, when I interrogated this idiot, there was nothing I could get.
"If you don't search, you lose until you search! Die, Cheonan Limbo!"
"Arghhhhhh!!"
- Bummer!
There was a scream in the distant space.
Whenever you step on a piece of cloth, the ground turns upside down and the light breaks. The swords that are embellished like ornaments have also become dust and scattered.
- Hildegard.
The experience she had in my dream helped. As I have adapted there, I have now overwhelmed the space of this demon as well. A thousand horsepower exploded with complete power overcomes the space.
- Wajiang Chang!
And suddenly the landscape breaks down--
- My eyes are open.
"Fuck!"
"Katt?!"
The rest of the impression frowned at the moment when the eyes were too dazzling.
Is this voice Claudie? I'm dizzy with an unclear vision. I barely sat down with my torso raised. It's a strange sensation.
"Aw, shit... Claudie? Winia?"
"Nigger, you're awake!"
"Oh, my God?"
I looked around, and this is where I fought with the Mage Sword. There was a man lying there sleeping, with Claudie and Winia on both sides of me.
I don't know what it is, but I think it's back to reality. It's the fastest way to solve anything physically.
"... what happened?"
"Kat, Kat...!"
Claudie and Winia were almost crying and holding me.
... what?
No, fuck! My women are crying!
The fierce fury rises, and my mind flashes.
"Claudie! Winia! Calm down! Stop crying because I'm here! What the hell is going on?"
I asked, calming Claudie and Winia who were about to cry. Soon after she stopped sniffing, she began to explain.
"... the nigger suddenly collapsed. I thought I was searching for the sword, for real! You barely listened to me, and you almost searched again!"
When I heard it, I suddenly collapsed while looking at the Mage Sword. So he moved to the back of the tree and was doing first aid.
I seem to have lost my mind and been dragged into the realm of the devil. Son of a bitch! How dare you make my wives worry!
Still, it doesn't seem like much time has passed. If it was too late, it would almost make me more worried.
"Phew... yeah. I'm not gonna die, so rest assured."
I explained what was calming them down. He was dragged into the Devil's Space, where he was asked for a contract. Of course, he hit and escaped. Winia frowns when she hears the story.
"... no swords in the future."
"Yes, yes."
There are a lot of prohibitions.
Claudie hugs me because I'm getting up and trying to stretch.
"Kat... I'm so glad you're up. Surprised, really... are you gonna make me worry like this?"
"I'm sorry. Oh, that's what happens there."
You demonic bastard. Unforgivable.
I immediately drowned my mind and looked around. I can see the machete cut right over there lying in a furious puddle.
Did you succeed in killing that demon before? I would not have been immortal, so I decided to surrender before my Heavenly Limbo. But honestly, I don't know how strong he is.
Even though he was in such trouble... this is what I think, demons were a mix of reality and non-reality. That's why he's a demon.
"Claudie, Winia. Follow me."
"... where?"
"Over there, towards the Mage Sword."
"Nigger, you're crazy! I'm gonna go do that shit again!"
"No."
It's okay now.
"Don't worry. I think I defeated the Devil."
"..."
Immediately he approached the pool where the sword lay. Claudie and Winia stood behind me holding my arm. It meant to be careful.
- Boogle boogle.
As I approached and looked, the seemingly distant puddle began to boil.
"Nigga!"
"Cat!"
Two wives overreacted and tried to pull me down. But that's okay. I was able to get out because I won in the deep system earlier. That demon can no longer harm me.
"Kuooooooo!"
- Argh!
Something rises inside the puddle.
- Hot rocks!
In it a little hand appeared, pointing to the ground.
"Gurghh...! Khhhhhh!"
Crawling out of the darkness of that moor... was that demon before.
No, it was a little different exactly.
Minor (minor ).
"Kahaaaaaaah!"
The demon, roughly 50 cm tall, frowned on the arrogant statue and vomited his bare blood, barely crawling out of the inside of the pool. Winia was appalled to see it.
"Hey, what's that? What's that, nigga?"
"... that demon I told you about. That must be the identity of the Mage Sword."
Is it because you lost your powers because you got smashed?
"Uh-huh..."
- Tubbuck.
Claudie stretches her long legs and slowly approaches the Devil. I went after her, too. Winia didn't make it to safety, but she followed us.
"Oh, my...! This is ridiculous! I can't believe Bügall is like this...!"
"Bugal?"
"... you?"
Claudie suddenly reached out to Vugal. He's so small that he can't resist, he grabs her by the hand.
"What are you doing! Let go!"
"..."
- Booooooooooooo.
Claudie suddenly grabs Bügall's bare limbs and starts tearing them apart as if she were tearing the cabbage. It was so natural that I couldn't accept the situation for a moment.
"Kiyaaaaaaah!!!"
Blood poured out with a scream.
Degree of surprise!
"Wait, Claudie! You can't kill that!"
We must not kill him, but take him and show him the evidence! It was a pleasure to capture the Devil alive, even in the church! A demon that small and weak can capture enough!
Demon Saint Pora is a prelude!
"Can't you kill him?"
When I stopped it, she looked back at me.
"... Khh, Claudie?"
His eyes were very sharp.
He seemed very angry.
"Are you mad?"
"Then why aren't you angry? Cat... I just thought I'd lost him."
... how to calm this down.