Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[02]

After being swung around, he is hit against the solidified snow.

My left leg broke slightly below my joint. Fortunately, the broken bone did not jump out of the meat.

The wolves rush with claws and fangs.

Instinctively protected her throat and face with her arms. In an instant, the whole body becomes tattered and blood and meat are scattered around the white. I think this would be the case if it was put into a washing machine with a built-in knife.

It's strange.

Heat and pain are transmitted to all nerves. But the muscles are weak. The moment of death, the moment that reaches the critical point.

My mind is so cool.

Speaking of which, I should have been as cool as when I died for a long time.

In the habit of wanting to die, the whole body tries to live when it is about to die. Try to get the information you need to survive. If I can't do it, I'll give it up, but I've managed to survive until today.

What an ironic nature.

Oh, maybe my essence is

"Gya!"

Kill one wolf.

He's a bite on his side. I don't understand why this happened, but I thrust my finger into the ear canal and dragged the semicircular canal. Thrust your brain into the vacant hole and crush your brain.

He broke his neck and broke his fangs.

Good luck. A nearby wolf leaves.

Slowly pulled out the sword of Zamongrass. The hand holding the handle freezes with blood and brain fluid. It's just good because I don't let go of my sword.

Now, let's do it.

Gururururu, and grunts. I thought it was a wolf, but not. My voice.

I forgot about something, but I have written such words before.

The beast becomes real by hand.

Then is my essence a beast itself? But there's a shame here. Being a human being, wanting to be a human being, a heart to be ashamed of the beast.

But why?

What is this.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

I can't stand seeing blood.

Don't use the blood of others. It must be your own blood. I can't be too excited.

The deep side of the flank does not seem to stop bleeding even though the temperature freezes. The fracture of the left foot, the bruise of the whole body, and the laceration are innumerable. In addition, my glasses broke. Power was turned off and completely broken. The debris blurs the left field of view and makes it hard to see.

Later, pain.

The pain of the nerve is alive.

Well, now it's fine.

After all it is one of such information. There is another priority.

The snow has exploded.

The beast pulls out teeth and attacks. One of them is slashed at the end later, and the other blade jumps with the returning blade. Three in a row, the counter is determined well, and blood splashes stain the snow.

My claws are long, thick and sharp in the same beast.

The sixth bites into the sword. Simple strength is incomparable. I can't run on one leg.

Another one approaches from the left.

Return the sword sheath.

With the blade facing down, a hand-drawn sword. It worked because the carp was frozen and hard.

One hand, but one hundred.

The wolf opens for a few moments, separates and separates, and turns into blood that raises steam. A wolf eating a sword was stabbed with a sword blade and peeled off.

The wolves walk around the corpse and me. The number was even higher.

50 or maybe 100? Well, the numbers don't matter. In the first place, I am a man's ministry against 10,000 forces alone. What a hundred or two hundred beasts.

"Toka"

I am watching for the beast habit.

I'm waiting.

This is to remove the nails and fangs, but to cool down. You can attack, but you are lame. Even worse upper body movements open the flanks.

If possible, aim for all the counters …………… haha, I stopped. It seems stupid. These guys are a waste of thought.

With a little thought, no, no, without a little thought.

Remove the device that became Date glasses and crush it.

I am completely alone now.

No one here, no one sees. You can do it by yourself.

What.

No shame, nothing but a beast.

"Hey"

First, one step.

Drag your broken leg.

The joint moves, but cannot keep weight. Dizziness due to bleeding. The left side of the field of view is dark and does not feel light.

But what happened?

Limbs are not missing. The blade retains the power of instant death. The flame inside is not extinguished. I don't die yet. Will not die. In such a place, are these people dead?

I have a place to go home.

There is a woman who promises to return home wherever she looks. I have a daughter who has to pick me up.

So, hey, you guys

"It's in the way!"

The wolf barks at once.

Howling to call a friend. A new herd of wolves emerges from the blizzard.

Did you know?

It just kills all enemies in the blade zone.

The wolves attack as soon as I cut.

Swords for claws and swords for fangs.

A wolf is involved in a distorted sword dance. With one blade, blood smoke and offal spread and blood blooms on the snowy field.

Anyway, a beast and a beast.

Have fun, unleash other dead and beast.

The technique was beautiful only at the beginning, and the slashing was beaten without delay, and the steel rod coated with blood and grease became blunt from the blade.

Hunting is cruel and cruel.

It's a beast with life. You do not die immediately if you crack your head in half. Hanging at the center of the eyeballs and eating. Momentum does not stop just by crushing the limbs. Although it is flooded and the wounds increase, he is used to hitting and killing immediately.

Rather, it is easier. No, I think it was like this from the beginning.

Primitive technique of brute force. Smash, mash, and pop the contents to show off.

A battle that can be painted on beast blood and dirt.

There is no piece of honor. I am proud of being the only virtue of shadow. Just kill and kill. Such a beast's beast-like battle.

Kill the beasts of the blood-washing battle, and continue until they burn out the flames.

The end ----

I saw the end.

I had a dream to kill a wolf and become a wolf.

When you notice, a blizzard.

One minute ahead is the darkness of chalk.

All you can see is the sound of the wind blowing.

The air affected the whole body with the cold of death.

The limbs are like sticks, only the internal organs are desperately raising the body temperature. The outside is frozen and the inside is moist and unpleasant.

It drags the broken left foot and moves at the speed of insects crawling on the snow covered up to the knee.

From the perforated side, blood continues to flow with steam. The taste of iron in the mouth. He breathes desperately, but can only breathe oxygen once in three times. Lips tremble. The lungs also began to freeze. White darkness and black darkness spread alternately.

The sleepers alleviate the pain of the whole body and try to take over the spirit. Become easier, just whisper sweetly, just to ease.

Maybe you're just traveling around the same place. It's a catastrophic idea, but I'm still shaking, and it's my own fight.

I want to die if I die.

A man should die like that.

However, is nature so harsh and people so small? It's an experience that is pinched. If you can come back alive, it will be a good experience.

That's it.

I think it would be a good experience if I could survive this situation.

Although quite hopeless.

"Really, I--

I should have learned.

Fighting without feeling any doubt, she is swept away by emotion. I don't notice that I got trapped.

I can't see Neomia.

White and white just follow anywhere. Lost position.

It tastes bad.

His right foot also stopped moving. Weighted left foot bends in a strange direction. I can't tell if it's frozen or broken.

If you fall into deep snow, you will be wrapped in warmth to reassure.

Still.

She crawls and scratches the snow with her right hand holding her sword. The empty hand was found to have unusually thick claws and swollen fangs.

Oh, after all.

At the end of his death his head was clear.

I understood the mechanism of the end guard.

All of this snowy field is a nursery that lays wolves. A system that will eventually become a friend of death or death. The final warrior is an ironic name. Damn.

It can be neutralized by Mislanica's power, but her power is neither complete nor eternal. Right now, only the right nail, it's a matter of time. I also become a white wolf. Or a monster wandering the beast head?

It's a fact that you can't laugh.

However, the head moves but the body does not move another finger.

Is this the end of me? It's a worse and worse end than you might imagine. Is this the result of stepping on people's wishes and concerns?

My head gradually stops turning.

Open my eyes desperately and stare at the snow. Such resistance is also empty. Eyelids fall from white to dark.

A heavy and comfortable sleep comes, and the endless sleep comes.

I can't resist.

The body is moving away from will, and even consciousness is going far.

I want to go home.

I sincerely wish to return.

For them, but Maria

"I found it!"

In the darkness that I couldn't help, I heard such a voice.

I don't care about trivial things.

Consciousness disappears.

To a place that can never return.