Hitsugi no Maou

The same sight must have been there many times in the past.

A sight where a person's courage and willingness to kill are praised (ho) and exceed the limits (...) called heroes. Those who stand up to beasts and evil men are called brave because they have the least chance to be visible.

The enemy is no more than his height. It is a being with a clear weakness as an organism. Bleed. Break. At the end of the battle, he eventually turns into an untold corpse.

With such proof left, people who don't fight can call themselves people who fight. It is only those who go on the difficult but certainly victorious path that the title of hero is prepared.

But to those who turn to too mighty enemies, contempt, not honor, is given. The courage of those who confront wild storms, waves, and fire is often unacceptable. No matter how much righteousness you bear, no matter how many lives you represent, those who resist the unseen great evil of victory are called fools.

Reckless and barbaric. Instead of those with them who are contemptuous and derisive, but who says they can fight a people-eating calamity?

Who says he was scratched by a demon wreck (mulch) comparable to a storm, a great wave, or a volcano? Are you saying that at the end of the millennium, we could hunt him down to the brink of death?

Raymond is right. The strength of a truly mighty man is to inherit loss and death. If he who turns toward a victorious enemy is a hero of Yang, he who turns toward an enemy who does not is a hero of Yin. Stack foolishness (gu) and disgrace, allowing no one to have to.

The last fool waves down the hammer. It unleashes a deadly (chimei) blow to blossom courage and willingness to kill the shaders who faced the giant skeleton of the Devil's Island.

Those who run to the same foolishness will never leave again.

The honor of jumping and scratching a giant skeleton is lost forever.

There is nothing for those who did not fight.

Charcoal and bones spray up like geysers from where they were hammered. The heat and steam that was filled in the giant wax is released into the air, pulling away the membrane of the pseudomuscular.

The entire body of the giant skeleton trembled violently, and at the next moment all joints stretched out and collapsed into the earth. Sternum and chin bones creep through the soil and cover the surrounding towers and trees with dirt and sand. Numerous cracks ran on the canopy, the whole cranial area came off and slipped off.

Heated, steamed (Mm), white discolored giant brains reveal themselves before people. It was beating (how) as if it were the heart, which slowed (down) its movement at the same time as it touched the air -.

Eventually, the shaded plants withered and shrunk so that they stopped moving.

Sabitoga and the others often observed pseudomuscular detachment (ripping) from the skeleton of the giant skeleton, then drove (or) over to the exposed brain without telling anyone, and began to pull out the meat.

A large crowd watched Giddrit, who stabbed a stomach in the giant skeleton, submerged it in the brain meat beneath his feet as his skull came off. In how many minutes will a human be dead wrapped in brain tissue that was boiled? No place in this world, such as those who know that.

The oil flames were almost quenched (tiny), but the brain meat I touch with my bare hands is hot enough to burn my skin. The fact that people who draw out their brains with weapons and tools of exchange work in the name of Giddrit, for a few minutes.

A reddish human hand grabbed the remnants of the barricade that Straw plugged in from the inside of his brain. The surrounding people immediately help and pull out the barricades and hands.

Leaving most of his moss (koke) clothes in his brain, he walked out as Gidlett knocked the hammer through the door with one hand, keeping the hot air together. My exhilarated skin is full of scratches and wrinkles, much older than Sabitoga or Straw thought.

Flexible, muscular, old man. Leaving a slight moss on his head, Gidlett walks over to Raymond without covering multiple dislocated joints.

On Raymond, who laid his hands on a scoop filled with brain meat and allowed his chin to be loaded, Gidorit offered a tae arrow that he was grabbing along with the hammer.

It was a crossbow (dust) arrow that Raymond shot in when the giant skeleton appeared. To Raymond, who leaned on his neck, Gidlett said in a cloudy voice.

"'A human would be more clever'..."

"It could be evil. And this way of winning."

"Yeah. But I probably enjoyed it a lot more than you did"

Raymond bends the edge (shaver) of his mouth and plumps a tai arrow from a giddlet laughing low.

Leaving Sabitoga and the others to fall for him shortly afterwards, the Gentile village chief found a few of the least fatigued and injured and ran to the back of the settlement to check the situation.

The wind of battle will probably stop. Neither the sound of a kender nor the voice of an extinct demon can be heard now.

From above the settlement, a fine scum, neither charcoal nor bone, shed light of electricity, glittering, and poured down on the heroes of the shadows.