Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 62 After noon Murimuri Castle

The spectacular battle between monsters and monsters is a battle of ring-dancing dances that flow beautifully like performances that dance without sound in a quiet, tidy silent silence, but glide through the earth.

With each other's wooden bars, they walk aside and stand without a piece or a stand, flashing like nothing, and madness raging quietly and violently.

This is the monster.

This is the monster.

There is a creepy difference in velocity, dancing slowly as if swimming in lukewarm water.

Swim in the flow of heavy times as if they were fast but not visible, slow but unable to follow with your eyes, delayed.

Nothing can be done by the most powerful killer who specializes in slaughter, if you step into this dance, it will be instantly chopped up.

The moves praised for killing people are just like a puppet show moving around, this is different stuff, this is just a slash.

People, human bodies, demons, maybe magic. It's nothing at all. It's just slaughter.

Fighting, killing, defending. Reason, reason. The slaughter of all stripped peels. Just a knockout move.

It moves the body and moves the body only to kill it, something different from the sword technique. I only want results that I say I will slash.

That boy is a labyrinth killer, a monster.

So who is that beautiful woman? A labyrinth killer squire stronger than a labyrinth killer, trained with the princess earlier but didn't know strength, only knew she was strong.

And what I found out about fighting monsters was that they were monsters that could fight monsters.

Weak to say strong.

It's cluttered to be clever.

It's too late to say it's fast.

It's simple to call it extreme.

But this is a monster, I know this horror because I'm trained as an assassin.

I can't kill this, my sword won't arrive, I was lucky if I only had one arm then, this would die.

It moves with an extremely strange and odd behavior that is wasted with a motion (motion) that has shredded waste to the extreme.

It's not a person's move. It's something that will kill us all before we see it and understand it.

If it wasn't for the choreographed act of avoiding it beautifully, accurately and appropriately, there wouldn't be one.

These two worlds are insane, this can only happen in a world of insanity, where common sense, management, and truth are meaninglessly slashed and abandoned and slashed around.

It's like two swords, a sword made just to slash, forged, sharpened, slashed, it's a monster.

So cruel as beautiful and ruthless as futile and harsh.

"Scary and beautiful... this is showing us that if we're going to fight, we need to win, and even 10,000 enemies need to die. What a brutal sword dance."

"It would be. It's not a battle that didn't make sense earlier, but it looks like a dance, like it's playing according to the way we fight."

If it's going to be the shield of the princess, it's going to be the sword of the princess. If it's going to be the sword of the princess, it's going to be slaughtered and scattered, and if it's going to abandon itself, it's going to throw it to kill, and if it's going to hang its life, it's going to put up its sword.

I knew that what we were about to do was not something that people could do, but I was shown that it was good to be a monster that wasn't there.

The princess ran out of words, so it doesn't even seem acceptable to give up anymore.

This is what it's like not to really give up, that it's just an excuse to hang or throw away your life, and that's the same as giving up.

This is the battle of those who are not allowed to die, who are not allowed to give up, who are not allowed to fight but to win, and that is the battle.

Yes, only the LV21 boy was shown, taught and told so much more, if I don't make you say I can't do it with your LV, if I kill you even if I'm weak, I can win.

Oh, what a monster.

How painful can you swing a move like this?

How dangerous do you get such precise behavior if you get to the extreme eye?

Harsh, fierce, or harsh. What's so warm about it, it doesn't reach anything that lies ahead?

I guess these monsters won't even give up on the worst battlefield than the bottom of miserable despair beyond a more miserable place of death than hell, they've been walking through a more miserable place of death than hell without allowing themselves to give up.

I've fought and fought in a nightmare harder than hell with just about LV20 physical abilities (status), that's who the monster is.

It is the power that survives and fights out with the power that remains weak, the strength that has killed all the dead places without giving up, and the will (funny) that is weak and strong that is the monster.

I can't say anything back to this boy, no excuses, no weak noises, this boy made hell look alive.

The weakest boy, surrounded by fellows like heroes and braves, who can still be stared at with a scorching eye.

The madness of showing heroes, braves, kings of the border and princesses of the sword overwhelmingly even though they only possess the power of villagers.

You can't seem to make me give up against 10,000 enemies on my own, this is what they teach me if I kill 10,000 people on my own, and if I kill them all before they kill me, I win.

There's no point in screaming or screaming that you can't be there if it's impossible, there's an answer in front of you.

The princess holds the sword back strong and strong, sees it, finds it, goals, goals to fulfill the purpose (Michishi servant).

And my hand also held the sword hard at some point, while anyone and he fought like crazy trying to protect it and were fascinated by the monsters who survived hell.

It is spoken. If you're prepared to defend the princess, kill everything. It's useless to abandon yourself and become a shield. Kill them all with that body. That's what I'm saying.

It's crazy. You can't be a monster if you're not crazy, the real point of saying you won't really give up was to be a monster even if you're crazy.

I tried to protect someone, something, someone. If there were these two monsters at the end of the battle that forced no loss or death to be tolerated, we hadn't fought anything yet and we hadn't even started to fight it yet.

It was pointless to risk your life, life contained no meaning or value, and death was just pointless because it was only by doing it that it became meaning and value.

Rise the sword in your hands, because we have yet to accomplish anything and have no power to accomplish it.

If death is unacceptable, then we need strength, and that power is in front of us.

Even if it is far and high enough not to arrive, you will no longer be allowed to give up, and you will no longer be forgiven.

Reach out to the living, crawl around, but let it reach you, I can't take this hand down anymore.

I'm sure I'll never be able to put this hand down again for the rest of my life, because I've already reached out to the boy.

"Please.

If you can't reach it over your lifetime, you just have to keep reaching for it for the rest of your life, there's only that boy ahead of you.

That's why fellow boys like heroes and braves are so burned, everyone keeps reaching for them and burning.

He wants to stand beside just two of my monsters, and he wants me to go to a dead place alone. I keep reaching out all the time.