Wash off the mud on your upper body quickly with a broken fountain and let Oscar ride you on the back of a single-wing Raswiwok.
Both Raswiwok and I are at our limit now. But Fayria is being taken away. Besides, Daphelias, that woman is the only one who will definitely kill in this fight today.
That woman's abilities are too dangerous. I can't miss it, and I'm not going to be able to ignore my intentions to kill more than that.
"Please don't push me any further!
"I know. I'm sorry, but you're in charge of the fight, Oscar."
"You don't have a heart to be aggressive in that scratchy state."
Besides, Oscar went on to say.
"You're not a knight, you're a commander, and I'm not a civilian, I'm a knight. I intend to do that more than I did.... I'm sorry I'm late."
Thanks to Oscar's more accustomed to riding wolf dragons than I thought, it wasn't that difficult to track down Daphelias for him to have a limiting critical body.
Black swarms of phosphorous moths swirl in the sky in the middle of a civilian town.
The massive firehand was producing dark clouds over the king's capital. Are you going to run away in the rain? In the black clouds that can drip in, the rising smoke blends in even more quantities.
"If the smell is erased by the rain, Raswiwok's nose won't work either..."
"We'll catch up before then!
Raswiwok's legs kicking the roof of the building (...) increased in strength to respond to Oscar's voice. Losing his wings, Sang, he lets him run with lightness as if he could fly through the sky.
I couldn't help but thank the Earl of Teresia for this situation. For giving me this fine wolf dragon.
Raswiwok roars low once.
At present I could already see an interrupted part of the roof. A phosphorus moth is knocked over his head, making wave-like noises.
Daphelias stood in the square in front of the church, manipulating phosphorous moths with his fingertips, as if dancing. Several poisonous red-purple lights draw traces into the void, from which flocks of phosphorus moths move as if they were even threaded.
Terribly disastrous, it was more of a fantastic sight than anything else. The earliest distant memories of summer in the back of his brain flicker away forcefully with the pain of holding his left hand in.
Dancing Day Ferrias Next to it, I saw Ferria sitting on the ground with her squatting down.
Gently tap Raswiwok's neck.
"Let's go!
With my voice triggered, he jumped off the roof on the third floor of the ground looking for a woman.
Rugged rocky skin and snow-covered demons of the Black Mountains (Amon Knoll) kill the impact of the landing in a very supple way.
I guess it literally seemed like a sudden descent and gushing, Daphelias jumped off the scene with a gnawed face.
To make that gap, me, Oscar and Raswiwok move out in unison.
Raswiwok leaves the scene at a glance as he raises Fayria.
Oscar pulled out his sword and jumped to Daphelias, and I slipped behind the statue of the Virgin Mary in front of the church. Bite down the cough that's been bubbling up the pressure on your weak inner core.
"I knew I was here, it would stick, heh!!
Ginn, and Oscar's sword, which made a sharp noise and aimed at Daphelias' chest, is played into a wide range of knives. Recirculate the slaughter, which continues to be struck, with a straight blade dagger held by Oscar in his other hand.
Oscar now jumped back with Sui to the flock of phosphorous moths who made a loud noise.
I've never seen him fight before, but quite how, the move was complete.
That's never a monstrous move about Claudia. The aristocratic treatment of the two swords is only ceremonial.
It is very simple and faithful to the mould, as if to represent his sexual roots, though solid.
"Come on, if you don't want to be a fire grinder, let me dance my best. Wow!!
The roar, high and deaf, was swallowed by the countless feathers of the zazah and the ho moth.
Oscar possesses impeccable strength as a samurai, but there are still limits to the skill of every human being. Countless phosphorus moths dancing through the universe in hilarious and irregular movements quickly began to flock, making him a little less able to pack his distance from Daphelias.
"Haha, look, dance more!!
The dance of a woman increases in intensity. At the same time, the number of phosphorus moths swelling across the surface increases.
Now there is no water that sprays up conveniently. Daphelias does not hesitate to push the phosphorus moth toward him like a red tsunami.
A rush seeped into Oscar's expression. Jiri, instantly chops off the knight's clothes that start to smoke, but in the meantime, the next phosphorous moth approaches him.
I killed my breath and stared at the sight from the shadow of the statue of the Virgin Mary. Aware of his wide vision as he looks at a giant painting, he bit me to death about to scream at a flock of phosphorous moths that occasionally plunder Oscars.
I'm an eye. You have to see something different from Oscar. He's right, I'm not a knight, unlike him.
Sharpen off all your impulses and emotions, chill your head...
So, just one word, one moment in anticipation, and I do my best to unleash my anger.
"Right, Oscar! Aim for the blind spot!!
─ ─ The magic of Daphelias still seems to have vision as one starting point.
That woman's left eye, which I mutilated with this hand, would not be blind, but still seems to have a considerable effect on her vision. Calmly observing, the movement of the flock of phosphorus moths on the woman's left lacks precision.
The dancing flashy movement seemed confusing to me, but the woman always looked at the subject as she tried to dominate Russywok, or as she gave the phosphorous moth some movement.
Women's magic combines the ability to give simple movements and partial domination in autos with the ability to instruct movements manually at their own discretion, both of which are of a nature.
The woman had a hazy look, caught by my voice and took her eyes off the Oscar for a moment. Turn away from him and turn to the statue of the goddess, where I am.
The woman's fingertips cut the universe to me.
The red brilliance of the square bursts into me at the same time.
"Burn to death, kid!!!
My eyes stain black.
I held my breath.
To arouse the body trying to weaken if it distracts you.
─ ─ You're the one who dies, Daphelias!!
Against the current impending phosphorus moth wall, he waved the wings of the expanded werewolf dragon with full strength.
Gosh, the wind roars.
I was about to be blown away and desperately stepped on the spot.
Unweighted phosphorus moths are bounced off in a gust of wind, all of which are easily pushed back in the opposite direction.
In the roar, a woman's scream was lost, and then - after a moment - it turned into a scream that didn't mind shaking.
In the center of a square scattered with phosphorous moths, Oscar's sword pierces the woman's chest.
As he pulled out his sword, that candy limb collapsed as it drifted to the ground.
Every fine cramp spreads bright red blood to the ground.
The phosphorous moths, fluttering in confusion, gathered little by little to the dying Daphelias as if they were drawn to their blood.
A woman's voice interrupts the void.
The smell of the meat burning begins to drift, making me unconscious about the nausea that goes in.
─ ─ But I won. I did kill him.
Mine, win, that's it.