Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Cress was remembering a battle with King Alsace in front of a changed red fire dragon.

Precisely, the last blow you fired.

It was a blow worthy of being full of itself and calling it Kaishin.

10 times. No, should I get it out every 20 times? There's so much response - it's still in his hands.

"What's up? I thought it would be pitiful to take him down without a single machete, so I waited, but can't you even move into fear?

There is no mockery in Pearla Vento's voice.

He just seemed satisfied with the realization that his own existence was overwhelming the Son of Man.

But the truth is, Kress hasn't seen the Red Fire Dragon. What you're looking at is your own mind standing with the Red Fire Dragon.

Satya is watching. My grandmother sees me. My grandfather stands in the same place.

The best stage. Worst opponent.

No one wants to be ashamed. I just want to show myself how good I am. I want to succeed and be praised.

"Fear? I'm just trying to poke a gap."

But I can't do that.

You don't have to be pitiful, you don't look good, you don't have to win. Still, we just have to move on!

"Is there a gap or something in this red fire dragon?"

"I have to try, I don't know... you know!

"Exactly!

The first one to move was "The Walker” Elizaoua.

To be precise, should I describe it as waiting until Cress decides?

Take the back of the red-fired dragon dressed up in a roundabout to confuse as Cres packs his distance from Perla Vent.

When you pack the distance in an instant for the two names "The Walker," you wave down what you've got.

"Stupid."

"Guh, guh."

How long has it been there? Lean bodies float in the universe as they are struck sideways by the tail of a dragon that emerged from within the dress, and for the - rock giant (Jarloot) of Elizaoua.

"Uh-huh. Face or neck bent! I mean, it also looks like it's stretched beyond the neck. Will“ The Diseased ”Elizaoua sink with a blow from the tail of a dragon!?"

"No, not yet."

"Whoa whoa whoa!

Where he is about to be blown away as he is, he manages to stay on the spot by forcing himself into his whole body. I haven't dropped my weapon, I haven't lost my eye light.

Nevertheless, if it hadn't been for the blow of Exile's Spike Flail, it might have been over. Because I had that experience, I can still stand.

Grow even from defeat. I have something to gain. It's all up to you.

"Gugam!"

Calling on his partner's name, he protrudes a blade similar to the one that made the violet giant to jump onto the tail of the red fire dragon. It sounded like rubbing metal against each other, sparks scattered.

The blade waved by the rock giant does not pierce the red scale like a flame.

"Hmm."

Still, was it effective to the extent that it was offensive?

Turn your tail cum up, as if Pearla Vento pays even for bugs.

"Fuck."

I guess I bit your tongue. Blood drips from the mouth of Elizaua and lacks random pile teeth. No, I can crush it. Whether your shaken brain is trying to rest your damaged flesh, your knees are crushed and your feet are powerless.

Fall forward like a boxer who ate an upper cut, and still, unconsciously or with both arms grab the tail of a red-fired dragon.

"Pearla Vento!"

At that time, Cress waved down her long sword.

You can say I've been waiting for this moment.

Elizaua is trying to get Para Vento's attention. The intention was communicated without words or eyes.

The loser's sympathy, you might be mocked.

But I didn't mind.

If you're ashamed, it took you a lifetime.

More than that, now I want to live up to the expectations of "comrades”.

The stride taken, the height swung up, the speed swung down, the trajectory to pass through, and the area targeted.

All of them are perfect.

Cress is so convinced.

Not like Eldrick's love sword or Alsace's treasure knife. Compared to Valtrude's Horse Sword (White Knight). Just a demonized long sword.

Too clichéd a weapon to challenge the Red Fire Dragon.

That doesn't matter.

Cress' long sword approached Parra Vento's neck - the red-fired dragon laughed niggly.

Distracted by the play with your tail? Is that what happened?

Pearla Vento doesn't even look at the long sword or anything like that, she shakes curly hair that looks the same size as her face and shakes it with her fingernails.

"Do it!"

I've been interrupting there. No, it's the “brutality” gugam that's falling in.

A meat shield or a rock wall?

A red fire dragon claw approaching Cres pierced Gugam's body.

"Holy shit, this is -!

The live Merla is speechless, too.

Cress, too, let the sight keep her heart and soul out of the cold.

But I won't waste that help. That's the only way to reward them.

He returned the long sword he was waving down with only the force of his upper body, his back turned back, recoil it and release a sharp thrust.

"Come on. Don't touch me, you bastard."

Elizaoua has his tail, Gugam has his arm.

I'll hang on to my life and I won't let you go.

"Ahhh."

My throat dries up. No, screaming that blood is going to flow out of my throat.

The long sword sickened and cut off a few muscles of luxurious blonde hair, cleaving the cheeks of the red-fired dragon Parra Vento.

“Diseased” Elizaoua is half-conscious, “atrocious” Gugam is badly injured, and Cress fills herself with a blow worthy of calling herself a synagogue.

Great results.

Still, gently slitting my cheeks was the best I could do.

"Kick, Samara!

Red Fire Dragon growls.

Whatever you can afford, get rid of it.

Injury is also a terrible wound.

Still, Pearla Vent burns anger in her tight-eyed eyes, as if humans would show anger if they were stabbed by insects.

"They'll kill us all!

I pulled my arm out of the rock giant and tried to wave my claws down again - then.

"Not on purpose, Perla Vento"

A brown silver-haired woman militant stepped down on the head of a tough beauty curled with luxurious blonde hair.

Lela - How the Legra Divine Minutes Divine Body (Avatar) led to scaffolding the top of the head of the humanized Red Fire Dragon. To talk about it, you have to look at another set of fights.

"Hehe, you're so excited"

"Exactly!"

While Cress and the Rock Titans worked together to confront the mighty Red Fire Dragon, in parallel there was also a swordsman and fistman battle.

Carefully while taking up the structure, but sparingly, Lela and Archbishop Regnum pack the distance. With sliding feet, slowly.

Lela goes to Eldrick, Archbishop Regnum goes to Ray Cruz.

"Break."

The switch is for a moment.

Loose and sudden. Quiet and moving.

With a tremendous amplitude, Lela runs the field.

Cross the path, not the front, towards Ray Cruz.

"Damn. You don't mind either!

Eldrick also reacted well to the switch at the last minute.

Archbishop Regnum stuffed the distance in an instant. It looks like a heavy mass of muscle, but it's never dull.

"Noooo!

Hands together overhead to defend Dwarf's hammer against a shaken blow. Very, a noise that cannot be said to have caused a person's arm to collide sounds and a splash of sweat.

Eldrick with a slight knee sink, but rather sprained it and slashed it.

"Even this!

"Not yet, I need to entertain you!

The Wizard Killer flashed.

On the verge of being thought of cutting off a chunk of muscle. The earthly deputy of the God of Power waved his cape with only a kire of his hips, enveloping his blade. Was it some kind of magic device? Momentum is shredded, reducing the power to the extent that it is struck with a stick.

If so, it will not lead to piercing the armor of the muscles. I get bounced by hard but elastic meat walls.

"What a muscle"

"Extreme honor!

"I didn't praise you!

The offense between the two continues.

The confrontation you have to see if you see what you see. But outside of Merla's consciousness, which concentrates on the Perla Vents, the audience's attention is also low.

The audience's eyes were poured on the offense of two people as beautiful as a performance.

"Let me make sure of that strength."

"I don't need your help."

Lela approaches Ray Cruz from the blind spot, screening the flesh of the crossed Archbishop of Legnam.

The minute the deity appears in the rear left using the Ghost technique, he shakes up his long and supple legs and tries to kick through his temples with a carefree kick.

But on the verge of that, Lela's lovely kick was stopped.

Nothing else, of her own free will.

I can only be convinced that's natural, too.

Beyond that, a black blade awaited.

Ray Cruz, who became a silver swordsman, wielded nothing but a pitch-black two-handed sword (Great Sword) and a life sip (Energy Football).

Instead of wounding and overthrowing the enemy, the Devil's Sword sucks and debilitates its vitality.

Knowing or not the effect, Lela swings her dangerous feet down like a whip with heel drop instructions as she goes, aiming at Ray Cruz's handshake.

But that doesn't work either.

Handle the two-handed sword lightly with one hand and quickly turn your wrist to intercept with the Devil's Sword even once again.

Underdeveloped and enlightened, Lela flies big on one leg to get the distance, descending on the field or advancing again. Now it releases a series of attacks that hit Valtrude as well, not a kick, but is the same for Ray Cruz, who waits to turn around?

Superimpose a life sip on all of it.

Sigh and forget the offense.

Just before touching the Devil's Sword, Lela pulls her fist, pays her feet and avoids pursuit, too.

But that's all.

The fist does not reach Ray Cruz.

The audience watching this one would have thought of Thousand Hands. In fact, there was little chance of that happening.

Unless this is a riot.

Minutes While the Divine Body and the Black-haired Swordsman had a beautiful offensive, Li Knight and the Archbishop also had a meat bullet feast. The venue moves gradually and gradually whenever Eldrick waves his sword, eventually adjacent to Lela and Ray Cruz.

Eldrick slammed the sorcerer under the feet of Archbishop Regnum.

And he didn't even know for sure the result, poking his left hand shield.

Towards Lela fighting her friends next door.

"Become"

"Ha."

To the divine body for a surprising minute, Ray Cruz flaunted his life sip as if he knew how to cover it.

Lela doesn't happen to make a big jump - landing at the top of the Red Fire Dragon's head.

But Eldrick and Ray Cruz have not seen the tragedy they themselves caused.

At the end of his gaze, Archbishop Regnum stands up for a moment.

It can't be called a gap, and while it's too harsh to describe it that way.

But for Li Knight and the black-haired swordsman, that's enough.

"Go to sleep."

"I'm not gonna kill you."

Two heroes wave their swords almost simultaneously.

Eldrick had a pleasant grin on his still old look, and Ray Cruz didn't change his expression. But have joy in your eyes.

With an earlier blow to the leg, Archbishop Regnum couldn't avoid it either, and he had to believe in his muscles and circle like a tortoise.

Without knowing such circumstances, two people try to compete and let go of shaking down and slashing and poking over and over again with one breath.

In total, how many attacks will it be? I'm sure it's over 10, but I couldn't even capture everything by Valtrude or Alsace in the VIP room.

The best sword formation in the world.

What happens if I take it all by myself?

"Whoa! Once the silver-haired beauty landed on the head of the curly haired dragon, Archbishop Regnum bled and fell -!!

As a phenomenon, that's exactly what we don't want to say.

But that's only the result.

The whole venue breathes at the tragic end, but it was not yet the real end.

"How long will I stay on!

"Oops, excuse me"

Pearla Vent waves her claws overhead to get rid of even the fly.

Lella, who was stunned at her partner's end - though not dead - jumped at critical times and dodged the blow of death.

In the meantime, Yut and Jonah, masked to hide their identity, descend on the field and retrieve the two rock giants and Archbishop Regnum. All have proper breath, then injuries and other immediate healing.

"No one, he's disrespectful!

Angry minded Pearla Vent breathes heavily again.

Preliminary action of burning exhalation (braces). Now, there's no Vainamarinen either.

Trouble, the divine body of the God of Power jumped before the eyes of the red-fired dragon, trying collectively to wipe it out.

"That's not true."

"Fuck."

Lella swings her attentive fist with a dovetail or throat. Pearla Vento takes it decently, exhales are misty and distorts her tough beauty into agony.

Kress tried to take that opportunity - but her body didn't move.

I didn't realize I was scared.

I found out.

Li Knight Eldrick and brunette swordsman Ray Cruz.

To the fact that the two people who are most seared and subject to admiration and pity in this Brewers are trying to match their blades.