Hitsugi no Maou

A white bone cow raises a voice of pain and anger and collapses from his sternum on the ground. He swoops through the soil with a protrusion of a protruding bone, and is pulled from tank to tank as he drifts.

No matter how many cows and wreckage cars we've lost meat, it shouldn't be the weight that we can wield with each person's power. A white-bone cow blowing up cannibal skeletons and humans at the same time finally wakes up and picks (idle) a five-minute battle against Oren's traction.

Chains that equalize, columns that equalize. Both take the center of gravity deeply and not a single step sloppy.

Oren is now definitely exerting a force beyond his muscle strength. The secret lay in the fact that he was getting chains and in the fulcrum of dispersing them in multiple ways.

When pulling objects via chains or ropes, the traction force is reinforced by snapping fulcrum or fold points in the middle. Columns and debris (grubbing) standing on the ground scatter the weight of white bone cows to some extent, making Oren's power work more efficiently.

In the friction (mazutsu) part of the chain and fulcrum, it is deliberately chosen where there is a lot of moss (coke) growing. Primitive, but in other words, a pulley principle. In these tows, a person's power triples or quadruples.

But that's the same thing with a white bone cow pulling the chain from the other side. If the direction of power were set correctly, the power of the multiplied monster would blow Oren away.

Auren changes her pull and posture cleverly and continues to pull. Some move to support him, but the reinforcement of the cannibal skeleton obnoxiously prevents him from doing so.

It's probably the biggest predicament in the entire defense. Each and every one of them is charged with a battle for the Rigidling. One win or loss could crumble everything.

Oren wrapped his chain around his fist, knowing that he would take his life at the defeat of the line, and fastened it to his own arm. If you drop your hips deeply and pull, white bone cows and tanks move as they drift.

The white bone cow's leg was trembling. A very thin (very thin) pseudomuscle rises to the surface of the bone and penetrates (shines) electric light like silk.

"Crush it...... ugh!

Oren, with her vascular face loosened, chained the power of her entire body. Moments.

Until then, a white bone cow desperately stepped on the ground and suddenly offered herself (Mizuka) and ran out in the traction direction of the chain. Auren falls ill with tears. deflect (...) chain.

A moment of freedom is exploited by white bone cows with incredible disease and momentum. Instead of pulling the chain again or heading for Oren, what a fulcrum of the chain it began to circle around the pillars and debris.

The paths of the strained chains are loosened one after the other, losing their fulcrum. Even if the startling Oren pulls the chain, he can't keep up with the disease of the white bone cow already. The deflection of the chain was already aggravated enough for the chain itself to land.

It is not the intelligence of a coarse bull horse, such as deliberately loosening the fulcrum of towing. As I tried to circle around the other pillar, the white bone cow stopped fuzzily and looked at Oren.

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A white bone cow puts together a silence that makes you feel some kind of thought. deflected chains and one remaining fulcrum. It was as if he had realized that Oren already did not have the means to counter his power.

Grunting, whiteboned cow's throat (throat) rings. Oren was convinced it was a mockery (today). A white bone cow thrusts into a straight line at him pulling all over his face.

"Shit!!

The chain of screaming oranges pulls his body down to the ground, but at the end of the tension shortly afterwards. The towing structure, which lost a number of fulcrums, no longer doubled the power of Oren. Let's drag the resisting Oren and lure him into the bull's orbit.

The hooves and wheels loom over my head. Continuing to pull the chain and try to slow down the speed of the enemy by any means, Oren scattered a squeak of eight hits to the end.

"Somebody bring my horse! Useless, you idiots. Ahhh!

The earthen smoke rashes on Oren. The hoof of death crushes his hair.

- The sound of a crushing break. The sound of a pressed object instantly shattering and losing function.

Oren gazed (though) at the white bone cow moving backwards as if time had refluxed in front of her as she felt some of her hair and scalp dancing through the universe flapping on her hooves.

Slowly, slowly - puncture the sternum in contact with the ground, pulling the forelimbs, monster.

To the chariot lifted by the strained chains, twitching and rolling, Oren chewed his lips as he peeled his eyes, and exhaled to those who were at his feet.

"I told you to bring the horse. Who said to give me a hand?"

"That horse is mine now. Don't be sweet."

In the earthen smoke, Sabitoga and Straw, who had taken up the chains, were solidifying Oren's stiffness as he widened his eyes to a sore twist. A white bone cow, dragged through his crushed forelimbs and retreating to the fulcrum of the column behind him, raises a high odd growl.

Sabitoga pulled the chain and said, "But it held up well!" Continue. On the defensive line behind it, the Gentiles had finally eliminated the cannibal skeletons, which had begun to diminish in number, by two or three.

Straw lowers his posture so much that his back of his head rests on the ground, offering Oren one hand. Oren, who did not even hide Iraki, but grabbed Straw's hand and put his soles on the ground again and returned.

The authentic trio strikes a white bone cow and a tank. But the demon of Neru was hardened in the pillars, and he sealed his movements.

The skeleton of the tank and white bone cow crumbles together as they make a shimmering noise, giving a deeper appearance of adhesion (yuchaku).

A dark orbit of white bone ran a line of numbness as he watched as further support turned to the three caustic (little) people.