Genocide Reality

When you enter the fifth floor, the air changes. Probably because of the cold on the fourth floor, but I feel slightly warmer. Originally, it's colder in a completely sunless dungeon, so it's better to be warm than cold.

"Well, I wonder what this floor was coming for."

When I walked into the first big room, what I was waiting for was a huge lizard in dull red (pancake).

Guillot and red eyes stare at this one.

"Ugh!

Lizards are dragon bites, although they don't have wings. It is the one called Lesser Dragon.

I pulled it off unexpectedly, but you'd better fight in the big room. When I switched my weapon to Samurai Sword, I jumped into the big room.

"Gasha!"

As I waited, when the Lesser Dragon raised a sharp scream, he opened the big mouth where his fangs grew and bit me.

No idiot eats the bite attack as it is, and the fierce, sharp nail attack gently spins around to the side.

These guys are not moving as fast as the lower dragons.

Your body is covered in hard scales, but you're not that scary of an enemy if you keep going around and slashing it.

I keep slashing him, glued and flattened.

The Lesser Dragon tries to attack me with a big tail, biting me with a sharp fang or rolling out sharp nails, whilst hitting the pain of getting my skin slashed and ripped off, but it's not stupid enough to get it right.

At the end of the day, these guys' biggest weaknesses are their dull, monotonous movements and too big a figure. That should destroy the dinosaurs.

I jump and run as the giant occasionally hits this way and is about to be crushed.

I wouldn't die where I'm crushed right now, it's no big deal because if I don't, I can restore health in potion.

Get up right away and go back to Hit-and-Away again.

Every time I slash and tear the skin of the Lesser Dragon, the red scales splash, and gradually the red and black bloodshot crosses.

A ferocious giant is a miscellaneous fish that can only attack with sharp fangs and hard tails on its back. Without fear of its size, it is not an enemy that cannot be defeated if you fight calmly and in an offensive position.

It was nice to be aware that my footwork was exceptionally better than when I dealt with the Mustard Dragon before.

Speed and power were out of step with me then. It's no longer me then.

"Look, it's time to die!

"Gaaaaaa!"

I didn't aim for him, but he stabbed a knife deep ahead, maybe with a deadly gut.

The extinct scream rose, and the flames popped out of the dragon's mouth and disappeared, like when the flames of bow and candle went out.

Immediately the movement slowed, and the Lesser Dragon collapsed with dosari trying to round the giant.

I'm out of breath.

"Not very much, but you can't deal with them without one at a time."

If this comes from all directions and you're surrounded, you can't win.

Even though I grew up more than I used to, my warrior (fighter) rank and weapon aren't strong enough to defeat the Dragon in one blow yet.

"Well, that means you can still be strong."

I'm glad to hear that now.

Now let's eat, I'm looking forward to these guys talking about the meat on the dragon being pale and delicious.

It's difficult because of the large figure, but I'll try piercing my heart, chopping off my neck, and draining blood all over my breasts.

I don't care about the taste of monster blood, but I'd like to taste the dragon steak, meat in as good condition as possible.

"Do you want to bake and eat once in a while"

Firmly small sharpen off the hard scales and slice the delicious looking flanks into moderate sizes to pierce the sword.

On top of the stones picked up and made, cook to broil.

"This is a fine treat."

What can I say about the taste of dragon steak? Even though it has a light taste of chicken, it has a beef tooth taste.

After all, it tasted very similar to the meat of the crocodiles eaten at the reptile (Hachiyuuki), outdoor ethnic museum I went on a school excursion.

Boasting blunt, high health and stiff scales, the Lesser Dragon is also your opponent to bring to train your warrior moves.

Moreover, there is no such convenient organism because it comes with a walking pantry of such magnitude that it cannot be eaten.

While slowly exorcising into the tunnels, let me give you a good combat drill here.

Having eaten enough dragon meat and done enough workouts, I decided to move on. What awaits is the stone statue of the devil.

It's Gargoyle, this guy moves out and launches an attack when he gets close.

From afar, shoot several flameballs (fireballs).

Then he rushes to attack this way, so he slashes it with a samurai sword (samurai sword).

Calm down and deal with it, it's not such a big enemy.

The gargoyle, whose neck was chopped off, turned his body into stone again and collapsed to pieces on the floor.

I have a feeling I'm getting stronger.

This road is the route I played in Genoria over and over again.

Sure, the more he slashed himself, the more he was screaming. It hurts the more he wants to hit around, the more he's going crazy the more he burns his skin to flames.

That kind of real feeling gets in the way, but if even hell's blaming bitterness endures and a strong spirit can be forged that can move forward and wield a sword, nothing will be different from the game.

What we do is simple.

If I kill him, I just kill him, and the result is. I can still be stronger.

If you go through the passage of Gargoyle, which is positioned to protect the boss, the fifth floor boss, the mustard dragon, will wait ahead.

The mustard dragon, the boss of the fifth floor, is highly intelligent, unlike the usual species that have been urrowing on the sixth floor, although it is of the same kind as the previous one dealt with in the 'invasion' on the first floor.

A mature dragon who survived for a long time to gain intelligence, not a junior young dragon.

Chenglong's mustard dragon.

Dragons are a species that takes time to mature.

When you gain intelligence over the years, you get as strong as you get for it. If you say it game-style, the thought routine is different. Simple shark moves don't work, and I'll handle them as this one moves.

"But if you rank now, you can!

Ready and breathing, I slowly opened the stone wall blocking the boss's room.

Genoria is certainly a terrible murder game.

Still, it's a game.

Real closes the gate as if to bruise people's efforts at times, but the game doesn't betray people's efforts.

If you type properly, it returns the output properly. A world that is pure (simple) and beautiful.

That's why I like it, if you do what you can, you'll never lose.

"You're an adventurer to get here, that's rare."

When I walked into the boss's room, I heard a wrinkled voice like an old man.

The same poisonous purple mustard dragon that fought on the ground floor.

Its ferocious eyes bear the colour of intelligence.

The scaly skin looks a little dull and the body is about two turns large. It is a dragon that has reached maturity (peak) over the years.

"Yes, I am a danger taker. I'm here to take you down!

"Humph, a child. Fine, I'll try."

They don't do the kind of small work that suddenly sets me up with an unintended blow.

The giant Chenglong woke up shaking his loosely heavy body and lifted his sickle toward this one.

I'm not going to talk to the person I'm going to kill for long.

That seems to be the same over there, just staring at it made sense. A battle from the front. In my head, the bell of struggle rang.

"Wow!

"Guffaw!"

Cheng Long turns his jaw (after) over here and spits out his fiercely poisonous brace.

I was a magician's coat (diminished cape) and shook my knife with a flicker.

The basics revolve around, but the samurai knife (samurai sword) that slaps at the enemy's neck is stopped by a crisp, hard scale.

Well, that sounds pretty stiff.

Turning sideways, he came at me looking for a relatively soft flank, with all his weight to roll.

A giant dragon falls this way.

A moment when everyone tries to flee in fear, panic, and panic.

But this moment is our only chance to seek life in death.

Take the abyss of death, one step forward.

I poked my knife in the face without putting a dragon giant on it.

It's like a dump car rolling over, crushed as it were, and I scream at the severe pain my limbs are about to fall apart.

No, this is not pain anymore. I was going to scream, and I'm not even going to be a voice.

But the samurai sword (samurai sword), which used its weight and momentum to pierce it, profoundly pierced the body of the mustard dragon.

You must have pierced the dragon's steeple I checked out during my battle drill with the dragon.

"GOOOOOOOOOOO"

A mustard dragon that spits out a virulent brace along with a scream from your mouth. Perhaps this is unconscious.

The part I stabbed was a dragon brace bag. The chemical poison accumulated in the accumulation is now breaking the bag and rumbling around in the dragon's body.

Instead of being able to make intense brace attacks, such as fierce poison or flames, when a brace bag is torn, you suffer from your own poison.

The dragons of this world have become distorted (snoring) creatures with such weaknesses.

The stronger that poison is, the more you will suffer from self-poisoning.

I didn't think it was Zama, but I couldn't afford to talk about it. I'm still under the dragon giant.

"Shit, you punch around on my body."

My whole body is still sore, I haven't felt my left arm since just now. I guess the bones from the shoulder down completely fall apart. The ligament may have been completely severed.

I managed to find a gap and escaped under the dragon's heavy pressure to crawl with one right arm.

From the rucksack rolled on the floor, pull out the health potion and drink it up.

Far from full speed, but every time I moved, the pain healed like a thousand cuts of meat and bones. Even intermediate health potions seem to work as well as connecting bones.

I gave up the samurai sword that remained underneath the dragon and took the spirit knife out of my backpack and stood up.

"Did it work a little, mustard dragon!

"Goho, brilliant... did you aim for the poison in my womb!

The opponent is an intelligent enemy, he will suffer for a long time.

As soon as I stabbed him to a halt, I jumped on a dragon giant with a spiritual knife in my hand and stabbed him with all my strength.

Perhaps this is the heart of the dragon (Dragonheart).

"Gehu......"

Spitting blood from his mouth, the mustard dragon stopped moving by trying to round the giant.

I haven't been able to get around for a while either.

Though not dead, my body still trembles in severe pain and my head flickers.

If the moment of death passes, now it's something that will strike you with fierce pain, like you flinched.

Tighten your teeth tightly to withstand the pain.

Come on, what hurts is proof you're alive.

"I'm here, motherfucker....... hahahaha"

Even the intense pain that my body was about to smash into pieces was a delight I couldn't afford right now.

Satisfaction that only one person could defeat such a powerful and overwhelming enemy. A living feeling, hidden in the abyss of Hell's death. Raw joy that can't replace anything.

The treasure chest of the fifth floor boss contains a large wave of samurai swords (samurai swords) as if to bless me.

Isolated (Solitude), a weapon reserved for samurai classes with the most powerful class slashing power.

The inscription of isolation (solitude) stems from the fact that its fullness is made of meteorites.

Its machete, created from a plate of meteoroids that took 200 million years to fly to the ground, never bends and never is blade destroyed (spilled).

It increases its ability to slay only as much as the owner's power, and eventually becomes the strongest weapon capable of cutting off all objects.

For this reason, despite the weapons available on the fifth floor, it becomes a famous knife that can be used until the end.

When you proceed to play alone in the samurai, 'Isolated (Solitude)' generally comes out here.

There is only one rare weapon in this world, which emerges on the condition of defeating Naruto alone.

Slowly pulling the knife out of a black sheath with decorative strings, its blade crossing is long. It's close to a meter.

Would it be easiest to say a wild knife, a great knife, and now a horse-slashing knife?

It is a thick, strong and great knife that the samurai of the Kamakura period made him strike to boast of his mighty arm power.

A knife to cut off the samurai from horse to horse, but in order to deal with powerful organisms such as giant dragons, it would be more convenient to have this length.

By the way, it is too long to be pulled out of the sheath when it is placed on the hips.

Like a ninja, I just have to grab the carp while I grab it on my back. I can't lose my mind in the labyrinth, so the knife will remain unplugged from the long sheath.

"Either way, thank God we got a new weapon"

I tried pulling the old samurai knife (samurai sword) that was underneath the mustard dragon, but the blade was broken pokingly, as I exhausted it, whether it was the limit in previous fierce battles.

If I didn't get a new weapon here, I'd just have to go back once.

Rather than being twisted, I felt loved by the God of Killing.

I felt like I was being pushed back by some great force to slash more, kill more.

Place your comrade (Samurai Sword) who has fought with me so far on the shelf of the wall.

And carry my new companion (Solitude) and I move on.

"I'll do it."

On the chest are gems and gold coins. And you get The Dragon Key.

Finally this far, the road to the sixth floor opens.