I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

That was no longer a sight that could be described as “battle” or anything else.

A flaming shell that continues to be emitted from a turret in the sky with as many stars installed.

One shot, one shot at best, but if that's all there is to it, to Skeleton and the Immortal King.

It would have been about the time a toddler threw a pebble at me. It's like bursting after landing a bullet.

Even with nasty settings. But its number and density are unusual.

as cute as a group of meteors (...) or far from being rained (...). Overlapping but one shot,

One shot is fistful. It just comes down without gaps continuously in hundreds of millions of units (...).

That's like “the sky itself" falling in seconds.

A circular dance of explosions into oppression and crushing and blasting flames by the never-ending sky of fire.

The only weird birds and flying dragons that were knocked down first were the bones that were dancing at low altitudes.

Shot through the wings, a fragmented bone crashes into the skeletons on the ground.

If that's all, no fallen monster birds, no flying dragons, no skeletons involved.

He would have regained his original shape in seconds if he'd even given me time to play it.

There was no mercy in the shells like the sky itself that just struck them, and they continued to be unleashed.

A crashing fire sky swallowing the ground where you can't even tell if it's a chase, a todome or a no push.

Some skeletons tried to prevent the Great Sword and Shield from standing like an umbrella.

Defense in one direction alone did not make sense before the aftermath of the landing or the impact of the explosion.

The armor and shield of the masterpiece, and the great sword of legend, will be unbroken and scattered and ashed with the users.

Some of them were magically resistant, but not deactivated, but resistant, with the users.

Likewise, it will soon become intolerable. If you're resistant, until it's gone.

You can hit it. Or let it accumulate until it breaks the slightest damage that passes.

Before the idea that I had no skill, tactics, or snag to do it, the bone soldiers...

I can't even leave shards scattered.

Some bone dragons tried to fight it by throwing up braces, but how something called fatigue.

None of the skeletons can keep throwing up forever. Your health.

Even infinite magic is finite. Not to mention the mass of the sky of fire falling many times.

If you step forward in quantity, in the power of the individual, it's so easy to get pushed off when it comes to powerful braces.

They were only prepared for the end of crushing or burning.

That's how carpet bombardment falls from sky to sky named Fireshell is relentless.

The rulers of the sky and the earth, the armies of bones, just a few violent moves.

Forcefully, and simply crushed and “burned”.

-Travage.

Everyone has no say in the sight that can only be said.

Most of the parties were speechless than the original, but those who can speak have also lost their voices.

It happened in a collision of 35,000 and just one force. That's too shocking.

Naturally if the opposite is the case, but it is the 'one' power that is ravaging the anomaly.

Anyway, if that's unrivalled by the power of paranormal, then the lower turret magic just...

They just keep shooting in unusual numbers. And the pain.

There will be no more shadows to be seen by an army of over 30,000 bones who know no work or fear.

An elite aligned by the Immortal King over three hundred years becomes ash without even leaving a piece of bone in the dozens of seconds of things.

"Heh, heh...... hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

A bombing site that should only sound like an explosion, a roar and a slightly shattered bone.

In it the Immortal King did hear someone laugh. Like crazy, take this one.

Like a mockery, the boy has a deafening laugh. of the bombing with uncertain visibility.

Grudd trembles to find out why he's watching this place with those three moons even in the ocean.

He was full of creativity.

Every defensive technique and state-keeping technique made from the skin of a notorious vicious warcraft.

The engraved robes are so burnt out that they can't even leave pieces of cloth, and other

There are no even shards of the outfits that have been made to have a wide variety of effects. Still.

The body of the bone was protected for forty seconds in all, so it was not surprising.

Even though he was frightened again, he had tried to resist from the beginning.

Prepare to attack using as many defensive secrets as you can have and know.

It was a paper junction that could only stand for eight seconds, but with a magic formation in the sky in its crevices.

Twenty-four direct strike magics were prepared and unleashed, but the falling sky named Barrage.

None of them could have exceeded the height of the trees before. The magic you can have, the secret tricks,

He gave up his resistance around a minute after the start of the simultaneous shooting. Right there.

All my gear and defenses have burned out. So desperately not yet.

The bones of the remaining skeletons were collected and assembled as walls to protect themselves.

Repeat the act of immediately reassembling the remaining magic from the crushing side.

That's how the stars start to fall and roughly two minutes. The simultaneous shooting of that insane carpet bombing stopped.

Just two minutes. It was all over in about 120 seconds, and everything was changing.

The earth that leads from the woods to the mountains is still intact, but from the beginning I wondered if it was in that state

On such a large scale that I doubt it, the terrain had changed so much that I could not remember how it had originally been.

Wide range of stiffness laid in a straight line. A neat earth, like after the landscaping at the bottom of it.

It's like a big river dried up. Empty shooting like crushing everything is not so much destruction.

I had done it by chance or with intent that it was close to the ground.

"Ahhhhhhh... ahh"

Guldo managed to survive such a joke-like bombing - happy or unhappy.

But there are no appeasement emotions there, any reaction other than falling down on the earth and moaning.

The sole you don't show is like a white bone corpse as it looks. It's already full of creativity and stuff.

Even beyond state, it's so strange that consciousness is still there. The original form can be seen in

Only the jaw and upper body. But it also lost the lower half of the ribs, and the left arm has no trace.

There is no right hand or finger left, the head is full and the mandible is missing the right half.

And the soul of the body that dwells there was also greatly shredded of its power.

"Oh... ooh"

Even if magic is hard to work with, that doesn't mean you can do zero damage.

Grud gasps in an unspoken voice while realizing a story he knew above reason.

Even if you can only do damage that doesn't bother you enough, every second of it.

If you keep taking millions of rounds, you'll accumulate. It was self-evident that you won't be able to stand it.

Something like water scraping hard rocks, etc. over the years.

This just reproduced it in a very short time.

In this case, it was an interminable number of fire shells that were sharpened by

The vessels and souls of the Immortal King (Rich Road), and their 35,000 armies.

"Oh my God, have you managed to stay? Poor thing."

"Huh!?!?!"

A weak soul screamed when the boy (AKMA) 's voice was heard up close.

Behind the orbit - weakened - the eyes of darkness once looked around but were invisible.

Still, he stops when he realizes that he has no lower body (assistant) to escape by accident.

I tried to use my hand, but with one arm and no fingers, so even my body became (lighter) less than half

I cannot move it satisfactorily. Still, the feeling that it's just horrible,

The emotion of trying to escape from it puts dirt on my arms in vain.

A sudden weight was added to the arm.

"Huh!?

"I panic too much. First, look closely at your voice."

Quiet.

I had opened my normal sight if I realized that my voice would invite me without mockery or pity.

In an attempt to gather the bones of the Skeleton soldiers who still have the power, only for the unique sight of the immortal.

That's where I first realize that it was. And with a masked faceless look.

I looked down at myself and finally found the only boy who was stepping on his remaining arm.

"Oh, but... why... how did you do that?

"Hmm?"

There was also, of course, a more screaming part of the guld.

Yet out of my mouth, the first thing I thought about was the question 'why'.

That makes me feel extra strong because I recognized the boy properly.

"I don't know. No. How could you do this!?

You are certainly below the average person, and no matter how inferior you are, that number shouldn't be magical enough!

Whether it rots or becomes a bone, it follows its intellectual exploration.

The question came out of my mouth the most before I wanted to know.

It does break through the resistance of the immortal if it accumulates even damage to the degree of feeling.

The turret magic used for this purpose can also be created with a small amount of magic.

The amount of magic consumed per shot is not a big deal either. But so is that.

It would be a tremendous amount of magic if it stacked up with the same logic. But I don't care how you look at it.

This boy (AKMA) is certainly nasty, but has less than his magic holdings.

The magic remnants scattered around him had been rooted and recovered,

Still, I don't have enough magic to do this.

"... your eyes are empty next to your head"

Even if this happens, you don't realize what you've been asking or why?

The boy, who sighed one, just gave him his own arm for every thing he grabbed and showed him.

"Gurudkun, why do you think I had this princess on purpose?

"Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry..."

A princess who repeatedly apologizes as if she had broken, albeit with a slightly distressed voice.

That was an anomaly, but Gurdo was just as present for three hundred years?

I realize that the statement that came out as a question is the answer itself.

"Oh, no way...... that's such an idiot!

You think you took the magic from the Princess of Earthgant!?

I have a grin on it.

It is a technology that can be found in the current magical culture if it is transferred with consent.

But when it comes to forcibly taking it away, it is a way of doing things in the realm of bans and evil laws.

I naturally know Guldo, and I even remember actually using him several times in the past.

It's just to take away the magic of what can be called biological energy from others.

The substitute that the subject feels a strong pain in its loss and eventually ends up dead.

Things are going crazy, but the princess, who lives without pain, looks like Guldo's.

Things are obviously not the same as those I know.

"No way, this guy's magic rank is a broken one called s-.

At most, it's like 30%. "

"Stupid! That's why the princess was given the technique of preventing multiple seals and external interference!

No, magic in the first place without consent, without that also inflicting pain, etc!?

No tools, no magic formation. That's what happened! Impossible! What is that anomaly?!

What the hell kind of method is that?

I'll try to light up all the bans and evil laws I know, but I have no idea.

It can be seen that the numerous techniques applied to the princess still work today.

Without touching it, without making the subject feel anything, even if it is suddenly self-defeating.

It was an impossible place to think about taking away that enormous magic.

Without breaking any warehouse, so to speak, protected by multiple sturdy keys or strong walls.

It's like stealing only the treasure inside without anyone noticing. What the hell?

What kind of anomaly (trick) is there?

"Ha... so are the maids over there, 'cause we had a chance.

You better get used to checking your opponent's status first, huh?

The more confident he is, the more lazy he is, the more foolish he is to fight me. "

"Stae, tus?

I shake my head all the time saying I'm a jerk with a frightened face.

But Gurdo tilted his inner neck as to why there was talk of status here.

There.

"--------Ahhhhhhh!?

Suddenly, a woman screamed.

If you turn your gaze in a slow motion, you'll know that's someone in the maid who stays down and down.

The maid had her face paled and a small card put up.

"What's wrong, Clara!

"S, the status!

Come on, damn it, set us up against people like this! No! "

It also shows a card in the dark that you can't do because you're scared to put it down with a face like you're scared.

The other maids who rushed over also looked at the things that floated there and opened their eyes.

"Oh, shit... gi, skill is S-rank!?

They were dazed by the unlikely rank for a moment,

I put a status card on each of them to measure his rank. And.

"Ah, ah... Ugh, you're lying, like this!?

"Ho, all the others are d...... the skill is s, what the fuck is that!?!?

"Huh..........................."

Screaming screams and dead silence spread all at once.

On purpose, the air changes. These are the ones who kept themselves in an inexplicable state of strength.

I recognized the fear in a clear way because it was expressed in an understandable status.

That's why everyone looks at the boy with frightened eyes as he shivers his body into small pieces.

That's why Guldo understood that the rank was not a lie or a mistake.

Above all, if that is the case, then this situation is satisfactory. by hopelessness.

"Techniques, s... Ha, ha, what's that?

That rank is too high for bullshit that doesn't console anything, such as the fact that the others are all D.

It is common knowledge that children know that even the same notation (rank) as other items in the status means something different.

Skill rank is considered to be one serving in the C-rank, master in the B-rank, and hero in the A-rank.

From there, the S-rank is further ahead beyond AA and AAA. Not even in the legend.

Its rank is said to be the rank of convenience that does not come out. It's no longer a monster or a legend.

Kaibuz in the mythology that has passed. Whatever. Sole's got a couple of heroes together, must-have measures and

After preparing a powerful weapon, we struggled, and eventually the heroes were lucky and courageous, and it was convenient to talk.

Together, we can finally win. If seen alone, Kaibuz in mythology turned it out to be

Much stronger than the heroes who defeat them. Even a million troops have lost at a time of hostility.

No, I'm not the person you can talk to with the concept of winning or losing. An opponent who just shouldn't fight.

A walking natural disaster where you have to figure out how not to turn to the enemy.

─ ─ That's who the boy in front of you is.

"Oh, ah, ah... why is there such a guy?!?!?!"

So screaming just like them, the Immortal King aroused like a child.

If the bones of the five bodies were satisfied, that would be escaping barefoot or losing their hips.

"Don't be ridiculous, what is that!

Yes, no...... please forgive me! I didn't know that!

Not much of this! Help me! I don't want to end up here!

That's all. That's unlikely bad luck in case.

An encounter with an astronomical probability like the one that brought millions of misfortunes together.

I got my eye on something like that, even as he moaned at the rupture of his branch.

I was desperately trying to escape the disaster (...).

What a lovely expression, such as Acma.

What does Rich Road, which existed for three hundred years, also mean in front of this one?

Guldo's question isn't much of a story either. If the skill is s, that's before breakfast.

It's not some sort of logic or method, etc. S-rank because you can do that.

Before that, principles, theories and means bend themselves more and drool their heads (...).

I can follow the magic of the Epic at the level the organism breathes (...).

That makes that floor position abnormal and natural.

"Well, don't you want to disappear...... then good luck"

It's like backing it up, sneering -- frigid -- flashing grin.

The floating boy rang his fingers. It's just that much motion, shaking to an S-rank impact.

A precipitation occurs in the air that was there. Heavy, dark, loose, gloomy air from Rich Road

Then something familiar and energizing will be filled.

And the sole appears.

"Become, grudges... gathered, did you?

A cold sign from a human, a pleasant air from an immortal,

It's the people who barely show their human form that are haunting them.

Shaking ghosts are toxic shades because of the presence of a collection of negative thoughts. None of them.

I can't see the difference because of the appearance of the eyes, nose and mouth holes that just crushed the chin.

Sole and the others groaning with unspoken voices, like surrounding Guldo and the boy.

Gradually increase that number. And toward Kale and the others the boy tells them sternly.

"... I'll give you guys a chance.

resentment, hatred, anger, mourning... it would be as much.

I'll blade it here and now... Look, the guy who killed you is here. "

The boy (natural calamity) pointed to the rolling of the earth.

The resentful spirits' gaze was slowly pointed at them so that they could be caught by it.

A red madness colour appears in its eyes as soon as possible, and a blade of hatred appears in its hands.

"Oh, Necromancer!"

Someone extremely represents that figure and screams.

The translucent, unstable shaking figure wraps around the body and force that can certainly interfere here.

Remaining a phantom, the mindless dwelling obtains the tip towards which it is headed and is shaped, with a sharp blade.

The way you deserve to call yourself an armed evil spirit is vicious and creepy. Skeleton's got bones and bodies.

If you're an immortal soldier, Rayce can interfere with the Necromancer himself.

Something to give and serve. Both are classified as contraindicated.

"Oh, my God."

Someone's mourning leaks because of the desecration of the dead, but we haven't heard it.

The boy just smiles, the gurd just shudders, and

From the red eye holes of the Reyes and the others - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -... intense anger, hatred and sorrow overflowed.

"Onoreyokumowo!"

"Caeseca eseca eseca esec!!

"Ubata, nanimocamo omaega!!

"cinecinecinecinecinecinecinecinecinecinecinecine, cineche!!

"Anohito kaeshite, Anoko kaeshite, watashi kaeshite!!

The voice, the intention to kill, if it had shape, would it weigh so much?

While the maids outside the mosquito nets groan at the excessive severity behind them,

Multiple blades with stacked resentment pierce the glue one after the other.

The blade of resentment increases acceleratively from where and how much it springs up.

A crumbling white bone that floats in the universe to be held accountable by multiple pierced blades.

Its cutting-edge is certainly plugged into its contents, not the bone itself.

I feel it firmly, but my face laughs.

"F, huhaha! Good once! Comfortable once!!!

Hate and resent as much as you want! That's the best treat for me!!

Rich Lord embraces the sword of the Necromancer, plugged one after the other with high laughter.

to him who became immortal with numerous sacrifices and flesh, the thoughtlessness and hatred there

There is nothing more but nourishment that I am familiar with my soul. Not to mention that.

Those who have harmed themselves with their own hands. How the hell did you summon me here?

If they're also S-ranked, it's just silly to infer how.

He swallows the resentment that is poured in with a full grin.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

"Colosseum Colosseum Colosseum!!

Can't you understand that?

Pathetic, the blades of the Reyes and the others, whose only thoughts are directed at the hatred in front of them, will not stop.

more than ten, and the glued vessel white bones that are subjected to mocking it approaching a hundred

Instead of hurting, it increases (...).

"... also, going back to normal!?

There's nothing more. There's no need to keep on exposing yourself to anything more unusual than gaining energy.

Regenerate lost areas and regain their original appearance and power. I thought so, Guldo, but...

I immediately shook my head and laughed.

"Ku, hahahahahaha! Wow! That's amazing!

That's the Laces made by S-Rank!

What completeness! What a pure hatred and mourning!! awesome!!

Those negative thoughts that flow into himself are more fine than he once took in.

I'm intoxicated by the fragrance of rich death and resentment that I suspect is muddy water that I've been feeding on.

Undo, not to the extent. More than ever before, I roll myself out. Power, death rises.

White bones held up by an increasing number of blades, pushing up countless, lightly the five bodies lost.

When I reclaim it, I wear negative thoughts that overflow. The blackened spirits are black.

It becomes a robe, a disastrous wand that pictures a serpent, and a crown colored with increasingly black gems.

Neither the evil that can be emitted nor the signs that precipitated it can be compared to the previous one.

"Oh, uh... oh, my God, more power!

Feel them sensitive? Someone's frightened mixed voice is comforting.

Darkness shines behind the orbit when this is what a true immortal king (Rich Road) should look like.

Now I can't stop laughing when I'm going to reach the abyss of contraindications I couldn't reach.

He rattled his bones with the joy and joy that the boundless abominations poured out one after the other brought.

There are even signs that your heart or your whole body is getting fat. No.

"Holy shit! Even so, why didn't you notice!

You didn't have to restrain yourself to human size! Because I am the Great Immortal King!

The size of my own bones was really changing. Thicker, longer.

Grud felt that was all right. With the wretched, lowlife who can't escape death.

They don't have to be the same size. He said it was more gigantic than that.

The blades of Reyes and the others line up like a sword mountain. The immortal king as if he were to take the throne there

He spread his arms open with a boiling exhilaration caused by resentment to be poured in. Already.

It is incremented about 1.5 times from its original size. But it's simply height and physique.

I didn't change. In short, the volume is increasing. Only shape no longer.

It's just the size of a different species of bone, just like a human. And to that increment.

The swelling by is still not showing signs of an end.

"Kukukukuku, how wonderful! This in just a few seconds!

What the hell has been going on in the last 300 years! Ahahaha!!

Own vessels that get huge. It's poured negative thoughts into the food, Rich Road and

It is proof that the transformed self becomes more powerful for the soul. Three hundred years of research and

There is no outrage at the fact that we try to reach areas that do not reach us lightly in research,

My heart pours into the ecstasy that I can reach the moment I've been waiting for - - - - - - - But.

"This is me, huh?

The first discomfort is the spread arm. The serpent wand that was in my hand falls from my hand.

unchanged, poking it up. It was pierced and fogged by the blade of Reyce, but he himself

I made one noise after the other on my swelling arms and saw it go in.

And bones at the fingertips that shatter from there. hands scattered in pieces of bone are not only vast

It was automatically regenerated, not a small thing, to the negative mind-pouring gurd.

It's just that.

"What, to?

The shattered bone didn't go back to normal, but the new bone hand grew again.

That is not the inherent resilience of the immortal. Play to the full by vast resentment.

Something's wrong. Yeah, he was tripling his volume by the time he felt it, Gurdo.

There was a crack running all over my body, and the next moment I broke it, I repeated that it would regenerate.

"Damn, what!? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The tibia on both legs cracks and rolls into the sword mountain of resentment. The brachial bone I moved to get up.

Play fly, and within confusion, both feet are woken back to their original positions and forced to stand.

The mandibular bone is also broken many times and does not pronounce well sensibly because it regenerates.

It was like he was performing a lousy song and dance on a sword mountain.

"Whoa, whoa, what the hell!?

Mysterious self-destruction and automatic regeneration. There is no pain. But under his control, too, no.

For the immortal, the body of the bone is just a tactile touch to interfere with anything else. That's it.

If you break it as you please, let the missing areas grow as you please. I don't get what I want.

On the contrary, a wolf as if to wield a dwelling soul. It's just frustrating. but.

"What the hell!

"Ha-ha-ha."

quiet, and then the bone should be smaller than the sound of crushing. To the mockery you hear so often

Above all, consciousness is attracted. A three-day moon smile floating in the boy's face if you look at it.

Breathtaking. The feeling of exhilaration, similar to the feeling of drunkenness I had just had,

The frustration that has just sprouted also spreads all at once. And I remember.

Say what the boy said before this happened.

'Well, you don't want to disappear... then good luck'

Didn't that imply that it would disappear if you didn't work hard?

If that's the case, then there's a spine that shouldn't be glued to itself.

Fall into the feeling of being frozen. I realized clearly. The anomaly.

"Stay, or... are you willing to crush me with resentment for this rich lord!?

The boy does not answer. Just showing the unchanged Three Days Moon.

But that was the only cause. The body of the immortal is its soul.

Sole's source of nutrition, mutated by evil law from the human soul, is every negative emotion.

The power did increase with an extremely pure, dense, massive infusion of hatred and mourning.

I feel that my level of existence has risen - no, it continues to rise.

It doesn't matter his own skill, his soul capacity, or his wicked skill, he just grows in strength.

While I do feel my soul (myself) become mighty, just like my bones, Gurdo...

It just seemed like he was pouring an unlimited amount of water into the leather bag somehow.

"Ooh, ha! Stupid, stupid thing!

"It happens because I don't study properly and seriously"

Words go into hearing and flow as if parents scold their children for not studying.

That's not the point. in an unacceptable amount, in a concentration which he cannot handle,

Every negative mindset not under his control is infused with extension.

"Yurthanaille, yurthanaille, yurthanaille!!!

"Tusceteclertaittanoni!"

"Nandeyo, Nandeyo, Nandeyo, Nandeyo!!

Reis and the others just don't know about Guldo's state or confusion.

The Reyes and the others, not in their eyes while looking at the facts, bump into hatred, anger and mourning.

That number was still increasing. And when he says he's got more than that.

While less resentment and less dust is not seen.

"Gua, ooh, ooh! No more, I don't need any more!!

A feeling of fullness that seems to rupture my belly that I haven't remembered in a long time, really long time.

Even so, no one cares about that and pours in food.

Rich Lord's soul has no nature to reject it. Speaking of humans.

Because it's like breathing. So mind yourself that's about to burst.

He complains to the boy as he manages to hold on, but he flaunts his shoulders.

It's like I'm not doing anything anymore.

"... I'm sorry, I haven't had control or anything from the start.

I was just stuck with you, you know, residual thoughts and all the resentment that was wrapped up in you.

I just made it Reis so I could interfere with you. "

There's no way to be bad, and the boy shudders that he can't do anything anymore.

More eloquently than anything else, that's how you were going to push Guldo from the beginning.

The three moons were talking.

"Ah, ahhh!! Damn, you're such an idiot! Come on, you guys!

I'm not going in anymore! This is too thick! Much, I can't digest!!

Richload my, resentful, hateful, like this, ooh!?!

Immortals formed on top of numerous resentments and corpses, and Rich Road.

It was driven by resentment, which was both its root and source of vitality.

To his insanity, his irrationality, his irrationality he roars like a scream.

But in the meantime, the balance between self-destruction and automatic regeneration had fallen apart.

Regeneration is no longer following the collapse that bursts from the inside.

That's because the souls of the Rich Lord that dwell there are so bloated.

Come here and find out what caused the "why the bones are getting huge” event.

The bone vessel responded by increasing its volume in order to hold an acceleratingly swollen soul.

But it was already the limit in its cruelty.

"Mukuyi ukerovo!!

"Tell me not to, oh ah!?

Already, I'm in, ahhh, stop it, GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!

"Krusimet, watasitachino younikrusimet!!

An endless whirlpool of resentment finally exceeded the limits of the bone vessel (from).

"Ah, shit, gu... ahhh!

Wah, wah, of, because, ah, wow, wow, wow!

With the cry of the Terminator, there were three hundred years with him. The native bones were not at ease.

Shattered and scattered, even the bone pieces quickly turn into sand and dance in the wind.

"... Did you do it?

"Stop flagging dialogue here, I'm seriously going to laugh.

Well... nobody seems to want to get away with it in the first place. "

That's how the boy returned it, looking strange to the casual whine spilled by one of the maids.

Ahead of that gaze. The space where Leis and the others were stabbing the guld as listed.

The victims' grievances are still pouring in there.

"Were you going to dump the vessel and run away?

Sweet, sweet. Have you forgotten it's piercing your soul itself? And... "

My fingers squeal. As soon as possible, the figure appears in everyone's eyes.

Floating there is a horrible clam shaped by the power of a black soul.

For three adults, there's a width and a height, and the size and the atmosphere is supposed to be the viewers.

It was frightening, but by means of a blade of resentment that pierced multiple

It was surely raising the voice of suffering.

"Whoa, whoa! Yamelo, Kieru!

Warega, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow! Kietesimaw!! "

"Oletachigauketaitami Ajiwae!!

"Keshiteyaru, konoyo kara keshiteyaru!!

"─ As yet, their hatred has not been exhausted.

Look, it's a treat, right? Be more proficient until you disappear. "

Three moons laugh. Kuku, and a mockery echoes in the back of his throat.

Even though I can't afford to hear it, it shakes the spirit (coco) of Gurud even further.

It was the limit. He can't accept any more grievances using his power and knowledge.

It's only a matter of time, even if you're desperate. And then there's the soul, just like the other vessel.

Just wait for it to burst. Still, even in that state.

"Ooh, Nazeda!?

Naze, Kotto as much as this is decyl you gah, me and Nerau!?

Grud raised the question again as to why.

Did you understand that there was no other way to help you? Because you kept following your doubts?

Or was it because it was a bunch of manifolds with too much in mind to torment yourself?

Where, from where, and why were I targeted by this natural disaster (Otoko)?

I couldn't help knowing that. But.

"Phew."

"Huh!?!?

It's like I've been waiting for that question with a vicious grin.

So frightened that Guldo, who is about to be crushed by enormous resentment, forgot it for a moment.

I can't stop trembling even though I don't have a body to ask if it was a question I shouldn't have.

"Fine, I'll tell you. I want to hear, I want to cry, I want to talk, I want to cry."

The boy speaks plainly as he will see it.

Guldo for a moment, the three moons in the boy's face could break through it so much.

I felt like I drew an arc and sharpness. And the kind of answer that proved continued.

"It's stressful."