It's all one flower.

A powerful people's guerrilla grabs Roark's shoulder and [jumps].

The destination is beneath the control tower, where the red warning light will blink. Sirens deafen.

A powerful people's guerrilla took the vial out of his tactical vest pocket. [Infinite Bottle]. A large amount of water, far above its apparent capacity, flows out in response to the voice of [manicured water].

Roark grabbed the grenade in his right hand and hung his left hand on the pin.

Another guerrilla affixes to the wall beside the front door and accompanies the iron door with one hand, whispering a spell that Roark has never heard of. The door slowly opened following the sound of a chilli and a key coming off.

... to... ugh!

Roark switched places with that guerrilla and threw a grenade into the aisle.

The vibrations tremble on my back at the same time as the roar.

Journitol, the guard of the people of the lake, filled the passage with water walls. The blast blocks and the smell of nitrous smoke dissolves in the water and disappears. Fragments of the light mixed in the water and glowed in the back light.

The Artel soldier fires an automatic small gun while hiding himself in the back room, but was blocked by a violently swirling water wall, which did not reach this side.

The water wall advances.

The Northern Force, led by Captain Solniak, proceeded along the passage of the Aquillo Base Control Tower, guarded forward by the Guard Journitol and rear by a water wall built by a powerful land people.

A grenade was thrown into the door that remained open, and a powerful people's guerrilla hung the [key] on the door that was closed. Whatever happens to the Artel soldiers inside, it's not what I found out.

Because after sunset, there were fewer Artel soldiers in the control tower than I thought. It is also swallowed by the water one after the other by the magic of the journeymen.

... I don't need anything else, do I?

An amateur as immature as Roark just gets his feet together. As long as there is a powerful people, I even think it would be easier for them to have less object to protect.

I went up the stairs.

I want to run up before the reinforcements of the Artel army arrive, but the journeymen who [manipulate the water] are at risk underfoot and can only rise slowly.

Roark wiped the sweat from his hand holding the assault rifle with his pants and followed carefully.

He was pinched between the second and third floors.

The Nemoralist militant guerrilla intercepts on the dance floor.

Artel soldiers fired, frightened by the water wall through which his companion's body flowed. Light machine gun bullets devour the body and do not hit a single militant guerrilla.

Journitle, the people of the lake, smashed his tongue into small pieces.

The water is red and cloudy, and the vision ahead is unfavourable. It seems too unrealistic and a bad dream for a thousand-cut corpse to circulate through the water wall.

In the hands of guard Journitle, [Crystal of Magic] lost his shine. At the direction of Captain Solgnac, a powerless people guerrilla takes a crystal that has finished releasing magic from the hands of Journitle and gives it a replacement crystal.

The water wall behind you is not under attack and the water is not cloudy. Beyond the fresh water where the bodies drifted, I saw an Artel soldier frozen in fear and disgust.

... I guess we just have to move on.

The water walls themselves are heavily burdened by the wizards who support them, although they are integrated in offense.

"Let's go."

In the voice of Captain Solgnac, the water wall advances. An Artel soldier hiding himself on the stairs fires as he retreats.

It's the same on the guerrilla side to be blocked by the water wall, even as we respond with guns from here. Slowly ascend the stairs. The sound of military shoes runs up the stairs. There were no signs of people from the tip of the red, cloudy water.

Roark looked backwards a little horrified.

The soldiers under the stairs follow without firing, hiding themselves in the corner. Roark was the weight of a grenade stuffed in his tactical vest pocket, lowering his posture to nature and forward bending, and ascending the wall of the stairs.

Almost on the third floor, Captain Solgnac did not turn around and acted in such a way as to silently open the door.

Roark looks down over his shoulder to see who it signals to.

The back water wall opened slightly. A guerrilla of a powerless people throws a hand grenade out of a pin into that gap. A few seconds later, there was a roar and tremor from up and down the stairs.

Roark looks up surprised.

The red, cloudy water wall flexed heavily to this side. Carcasses in the water are further damaged and fine pieces of flesh and the like circulate turbidity.

Out of balance, Roark's body leaned heavily.

I reached for it unintentionally, but it doesn't reach the railing at all.

... falling...!

The moment is postponed and looks oddly slow. Something hit his back and Roark was slammed to the top of the stairs. Try to stick to the steps, hold hands, and turn around.

A strip of water was stretching out of the back water wall. The water became, and I slapped Roark's head like a whip and went back to the water wall.

"Shh... sorry"

The guerrilla supporting the water wall behind her just shrugged her jaw telling her to go. The water wall above is way ahead already. Roark poked his hand at the stairs and ran up like a cat.

A guerrilla of the people of the lake opens [an endless bottle] and chants [manicured water]. Journitol, the guard of the people of the lake, nodded and opened the upper-left corner of the cloudy water wall. The water that the guerrilla manipulates leads out of the hole into the hallway on the third floor.

When he saw fresh water go to the right like a clear snake, Journitle ordered something in powerful words on the cloudy water wall.

The turbulence swirls violently and the flesh pieces are disturbed. A tornado-like stream of water burst into the left side of the aisle.

Captain Solgnac leaves the aisle hiding in the shadows of turbulence. I put a gun in one hand and sent forward signals with the other.

As trained, Roark lowered his posture and climbed down the stairs, leaving for the hallway. Look right behind you. I didn't see an Artel soldier across the water wall.

The left side of the hallway was the elevator hall. Captain Solniak looks at the information board on the wall and points to the right. The stairs and elevators to the upper floors were on the right side of the building.

A turbulent stream of guard journeys knocked through the hallway window. Discard some of the flesh pieces outside and sprinkle the remaining pieces in front of the elevator.

Roark felt no fear that his senses had paralysed him. Seeing the wreckage of what was an Artel soldier flirting with the current doesn't move my mind at all.

The people of the lake opened a little of the water wall that had unfolded on the right side of the hallway and passed through the turbidity of the journey.

The water stream rocks the door knob and a metal noise sounds in the hallway. Cloudy water with blood and fat broke into the room through a gap in the locked door. The leftover pieces of flesh descend in front of the door.

Artel soldiers don't show up in the hallway, but the two guerrillas supporting the water wall don't move.

I heard the glass break slightly.

Journitle grips his fist small and calls back the water. The water that came through the top of the door was clear, throwing away all the turbidity. Journitle's water mass returns to the [Infinite Bottle].

The water supported by the people of the lake swirled ninety degrees, parallel to the walls lined with doors. Journitle goes to the back door one by one [key].

"Run!"

Captain Solgnac waves gently with one hand up. The Roarks kept their posture low and ran to the edge of the water wall. Dear Passover, I hear screams and gunshots coming from the indoors.

... here I come... ugh!

A warcraft summoned by the Yang Dynamic Squad moved in smelling the smell of blood.

The front door opened, which Journitol barely hung [the key]. A flying Artel soldier is swallowed by a mass of water manipulated by the people of the lake and thrown indoors.

The Roarks got to the back elevator and in front of the stairs.

A guerrilla supporting the water wall behind her stowed water in an [endless bottle] and ran this way. The water mass of the people of the lake closed the door. A guerrilla rushes over, casts a spell on her quick mouth and hangs [the key].

The iron door was slammed hard from the inside, and the sound of moving the door knob sounded vain.

The people of the lake and the guerrillas of the powerful people came running to everyone using the water mass as a shield. A guerrilla of a powerless people gives the three wizards a new [tear of a wizard].

Captain Solniak's troops went up the stairs, aiming at the top floor of the control tower while defending themselves with a water wall.